New Orleans, LA: Music

These artists were everywhere, and had a different style from other locals. 

While my party rested for the day, I walked around the city and explored.  That day I walked through the art exhibits, met artists, discussed New Orleans with them, and admired there work.  Then I made my to Cafe du Monde, grabbed some Café au Lait and Beignets, and listened to the band play.  I guess my expression showed my love for music, because the singer ended up dedicating a song to me, and finding me after to apologize if I was embarrassed.   I ended up talking to him and another street artist for awhile, although mostly the other artist.  I learned their background story, how they made it to New Orleans, military past, etc.  They shared with me their street experiences, and even Katrina.  Later on in the day, I saw all of these band players wandering the corners, playing their own instruments for money.   

When I came, I had hoped that I would find Grandpa Elliot.  I had heard him sing via Playing for Change, and I new that he was from New Orleans.  I remember walking down of the streets, telling my step-mom that he was one musician I really hoped to run into, and literally, right as I finished that sentence, we turned the corner, and there he was.  I saw him twice while there, this was my second, and he sang for me... after telling another man that listenin' to dis music, gonna give you an eargasm.