Live performance in New Orleans is never feeling like a stranger. Familiarity and endless improvisation give us the chance to know ourselves and celebrate each other.

We asked local artists to describe their home. These sounds, images, recipes, and letters are New Orleans.

The sound of a sinking city - Nuns, car alarms, 9th WD marching band, street speakers, frogs, and WEATHER!

by Quintron: Organist / inventor from New Orleans.

Festival project: Past, Present and Future all at once: Tradition, Celebration and Experimentation from New Orleans. Project details coming soon.

New Orleans is a city of neighborhoods and this is my letter to the one that I know and love so well.

by Quintron: Organist / inventor from New Orleans.

Love, to New Orleans

Pelicans scaling their trumpets.
Crawfish blushing in the southern breeze.
I love our city.

Read the full letter

by Cubs the Poet: Oil. Roots. Sikeology. Liberated. Love.

Love, to New Orleans

Pelicans scaling their trumpets.
Crawfish blushing in the southern breeze.
I love our city.
Magnolias and alligators,
The street car arguing with potholes.
We love our city.
Saints parading,
For even death, envies our procession.
Jazz healing the journey,
You heard that?
Are you here enough to feel that?
The hustle shines,
Turning goals into gold.
We smile. Turning scars
Into crescent moons.
Tears turned rain,
Rain turned flood
We find ways to float through.
There’s so much love in this city.
Turning fingers into roots.
And laughter into proof
That our rhythms are in tune.
Bounce and being.
Cayenne and creating.
Bayous.
Lemme buy you
Another drink, as you sink
Into the love that only this city
Gives.
Just as grandmothers
On their porches
Proudly hum
Queen Ida’s
“Home to New Orleans”
Love keeps this city alive.

 

by Brandi Dobney: Small boobs, big dreams