Nawlins as the natives say.
NOLA to those who have been there.
Some call it the Crescent City. Some just know it as Mardi Gras while others know it for Jazz Festival. Whatever you call it, Cyril Neville calls it home.
New Orleans, is a magical place, there’s no doubt about that.
Sure, it’s had its share of rough patches that somehow blurs over all the goodness coming out. Sure, it gets all teary eyed for about five minutes when you have a funeral, but when you see a parade come down the street, you dance. You dance for that person’s life – the good – the bad. Who wants to mope all the way to heavan, right?
You gotta dance through those gates!!
People come to NOLA and don’t realize the richness of the city, they see it as Disney world.
Pull back the curtain…
There’s no other city right now, that sounds the same as it did 10 years ago, 20 years ago or even 100 years ago as NOLA sounds today. There is a perservation to the city it’s not in the hall club in the French Quarter, it’s in the people that carry the legacy on. They LOVE it. They are married to it. It’s in the water, the air and what comes out of them; is fire.
