"I knew that once I went through those gates, my trumpet could do nothing for me.
It's a time when jazz roars from the cabarets of New Orleans.Where street kids earn their crust with tinkered instruments.Where prostitutes and scoundrel tenants fill the landscape.And where playing the pistol is as common as playing the cornet.Satchmo, an impetuous and passionate young boy, has chosen the cornet.But is it really a possible path to freedom?