It was supposed to be a two and a half hour festival set, and Springsteen went overtime. It was cathartic but I wouldn't call it closure. Post-Katrina, I wouldn't call anything closure. But listening to Springsteen, Dr. John, all the legends; they seem to be sending signals about where we all meet up in the end.
Jazz Fest has not reached the uber-hipster level of a Bonnaroo Lollapalooza Coachella, and we like it that way. But it is evolving. Chances are the kids were never going to pick up the red bean cabana shirt mantle; they'll probably come up with Jazz Fest hankie shirts or something undreamt of as yet.