Besides the fact that I am actually from New Orleans, New Orleans is the best city in America. For my birthday and much needed me time after Award season in Los Angeles, I NEEDED to go to a place where I felt safe, safe and could feed my craving and literal starvation for southern styled food and seafood. Why not of back to my roots and take a trip to Nawlins’ (only people not from New Orleans say Nawlins’ like that, or my cajun folk in tha bayou). I felt I needed to connect with my family and spend time to literally not do nothing but enjoy myself. Most of the times when I go back home, I spend much needed QT with family and friends but always had a few business meetings or entertainment jobs while i’m home. But this time the only work related thing I did was BUKU festival in which I turned up with my city folks and jammed with unknown artist which filled and feed my spirit soul in the process.
While indulging in Seafood filé Gumbo, Boiled Crawfish with the essential Potatoes and Shrimp, Etouffeé and Rice, Red Beans and Rice, classic home mom-made Spaghetti and so fourth, I decided I was still missing something that I had ben missing all my short years of life. My mother is born and raised in New Orleans in which her creole mom and Native America dad raised her. My grandmother Joyce’s side of the family originated in America in New Orleans which means her peeps/my peeps walked onto America soul in old French town from the Mississippi. Because I am a free spirit, I have always loved the outdoors, architect and art. These three components has made me who I am because New Orleans is that in it’s own. To shorten this rant/story, I dragged my mom with me to tour old French Quarter where I found out so much about let alone my city but myself, but that is a story for another day.. Bottom line is that I love my city and YOU reading this should go on down to the french bayou.