So this blog has primarily been dedicated to music and culture that I'm interested in but, I also write on the regular and recently I passed my one year anniversary living in New Orleans. It's been a very exciting and trying year that I am blessed to have had. I've made incredible friends and basically the party hasn't stopped since I got here.
Here's a piece dedicated to the city I now call home. Expect some more writing on the site from here on.
Dusty 45s wobble spin A forgotten machine To old men drinking cheap whiskey And an antique to babies born right now
The crossroads bring you down on your knees a soul anthem about who's makin love Demands to get up offa that thing And dance to the music A guitar player who died on stage has a real mother for ya
Ksst ksst ksst Three PBRs
Dangling christmas lights Smoke stained tiled ceilings The crack of billiard balls Cheers and hoots televised sporting
Humming neon beer signs Chu-chunk of cigarette machine selections A round of blue shots for the cute girls at the end of the bar Towering stacks of plastic cups For drinkers on the geux or those not worthy of glass
This is our town The city for the easy and sleazy The cross dressing wrinkled punks With snakes wrapped around their necks The shrimping boat captains Day labor strippers And those who play jazz
Small time poets for hire paint covered cursed artists And the incredibly poor No grave diggers here But grave builders
Quarter dispensed handfuls of nuts Black and gold flags
A town for fat tuesdays And fatter wednesdays A town built on food and soul and bayou
Trees dressed in dangling plastic beads Men dressed in elaborate feathered costumes Built year long with painstaking detail
This is a city blessed and cursed By its doing and worse Whether crude oil sheen or gun fights by teens New Orleans A city I'm now proud to call home