I have a vivid memory of Aurora Nealand from three Jazz Fests ago. She and her band, the Royal Roses, were playing the Economy Hall stage, where they fit in perfectly as one of relatively few young bands who’d really internalized traditional jazz. The band seemed transported from another time, especially since Nealand had traded her usual punkish attire for a vintage turquoise cocktail dress. A few minutes after the set Nealand came running past us...