LA LA Louisiana.
No place feels more like my native nesting place than this unmatched, Gulf-tipped pindrop of the American South.
The debut Nola show Friday truly rocked socks - We had quite a crowd in tow: old friends, new fans, locals - even my dear mom surprised me, parading in with a crew of her cronies! I will never forget that night.
Saturday, a "Baton Rougenite" 5-foot ball of sass named Sydney was kind enough to open her gorgeous two-story home for our house show, nestled next to the BR lakes in Southdowns.
The audience? Eclectic strangers. Cooler than I could ever hope to be - dressed in plaid and bayou charisma, posed like Kindergartners on blankets in the grass, waiting to be charmed by our melodic incantation.
Nashville's own indie-pop artist Wes Harllee joined me in true Nashville "round" style. Check him out, people. He's doing it.
"Laissez les bons temps rouler!" Thank you, Louisiana! You are beautiful.