New Orleans is bustling with his music. Carl Lorenzio has brought his father's Dixieland hits to different heights. It's in the streets, in the magazines, in the airwaves, it's everywhere. Yet, there is a void inside him doubtful will ever again be satiated with love, a human quality he has lived without ever since he offered it to Ellie Ypsilanti in the sunlit shores of Santorini. He could have gone back to her, could have walked away from the traps. But the drumbeat had begun. It came steadily closer and louder, pushing him away from Ellie until there was no place left to go except Lois De Becher. Whatever gratifies him, Carl finds it onboard the colorful steamboats with his jazz band. As far as the Mississippi River will take him away from Lois and the old antebellum dwelling they call 'home.' But miracles do happen, and Carl has a reason to lift the resonance of his trumpet into merry altitudes once more. Yet, the sirens that lure through magic song are crawling closer and closer to bear their offerings with even more chaos than four decades ago. A tale of love, beauty, and mischief, a modern-day Odyssey from the 60s' to the 2000s', packed with images of scenery, voyages, flavors, and music. The music kind that twangs and trembles within the Aeolian passageways as sound, and the mystery of its magnetic pull and connection with the mystery of love that once it gets you in its clasp...you are aloft. And so the story begins . . .

New Orleans is bustling with his music. Carl Lorenzio has brought his father's Dixieland hits to different heights. It's in the streets, in the magazines, in the airwaves, it's everywhere. Yet, there is a void inside him doubtful will ever again be satiated with love, a human quality he has lived without ever since he offered it to Ellie Ypsilanti in the sunlit shores of Santorini. He could have gone back to her, could have walked away from the traps. But the drumbeat had begun. It came steadily closer and louder, pushing him away from Ellie until there was no place left to go except Lois De Becher. Whatever gratifies him, Carl finds it onboard the colorful steamboats with his jazz band. As far as the Mississippi River will take him away from Lois and the old antebellum dwelling they call 'home.' But miracles do happen, and Carl has a reason to lift the resonance of his trumpet into merry altitudes once more. Yet, the sirens that lure through magic song are crawling closer and closer to bear their offerings with even more chaos than four decades ago. A tale of love, beauty, and mischief, a modern-day Odyssey from the 60s' to the 2000s', packed with images of scenery, voyages, flavors, and music. The music kind that twangs and trembles within the Aeolian passageways as sound, and the mystery of its magnetic pull and connection with the mystery of love that once it gets you in its clasp...you are aloft. And so the story begins . . .

New Orleans is bustling with his music. Carl Lorenzio has brought his father's Dixieland hits to different heights. It's in the streets, in the magazines, in the airwaves, it's everywhere. Yet, there is a void inside him doubtful will ever again be satiated with love, a human quality he has lived without ever since he offered it to Ellie Ypsilanti in the sunlit shores of Santorini. He could have gone back to her, could have walked away from the traps. But the drumbeat had begun. It came steadily closer and louder, pushing him away from Ellie until there was no place left to go except Lois De Becher. Whatever gratifies him, Carl finds it onboard the colorful steamboats with his jazz band. As far as the Mississippi River will take him away from Lois and the old antebellum dwelling they call 'home.' But miracles do happen, and Carl has a reason to lift the resonance of his trumpet into merry altitudes once more. Yet, the sirens that lure through magic song are crawling closer and closer to bear their offerings with even more chaos than four decades ago. A tale of love, beauty, and mischief, a modern-day Odyssey from the 60s' to the 2000s', packed with images of scenery, voyages, flavors, and music. The music kind that twangs and trembles within the Aeolian passageways as sound, and the mystery of its magnetic pull and connection with the mystery of love that once it gets you in its clasp...you are aloft. And so the story begins . . .