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La Nouvelle-Orléans Fire




                                            Picture By: Roy Guste

     We don't apologize for the way we are or are going to be. We bring the party with us and the drama too. Our best attribute is us. Come good or bad we still shine. We turn our worst days into the best music and best art. We turn our broken hearts and tear into the world's best jazz. We turn our best days into what are dreams are made of. We know we offer something you can't get anywhere else in the world. We fuse art, music, food, and life into a experience that makes everyone come back for more. We live in a world full of all kinds of haters. Even, some live in our own city to boot. We know you think we belong back in the sea with our city. We know you'd rather us not live on your street. How many have times have we heard "Oh, they're from New Orleans"? Your damn right and we are proud of it.
    We don't need anyone's approval to live the life we lead. We've been doing it longer, harder and better than anyone, ever. We only ask for your best everyday when you come down. We've had our homes washed away in storms and our futures shot down in the street. We keep on getting on top and we won't stop.
     Welcome to the Big Easy. The only thing easy down here to do is to pour your soul out. We pour it out everyday and we keep coming with it. We are asked to go around the world to show the rest of ya'll how we went from nothing to getting everything we want. The road out of here isn't easy but the living is. We come from all four corners of the world. We make the world wherever we go as it should be. We don't have all the answers but we won't stop until we do or come damn close. You will never see us conform to your picket fences and perfectly groomed lawns. We love chilling on the back porch or down in the city sipping on a Abita and chowing down on some good old down home. When we sleep we dream in Black and Gold. We are New Orleans and Proud! Laissez Les Bons Temps Rouler!!!

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Lola70119 said…
We bleed Purple, Green & Gold!!!

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