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new orleans: culture trip or drunken circus? 🎷🍹

I went to New Orleans dreaming of jazz echoing through cobblestone streets, the smell of gumbo in the air, and locals dancing to brass bands under the sunset. But Bourbon Street at night felt more like Las Vegas with a hangover. Tourists stumbled from bar to bar with plastic cups, yelling “Mardi Gras!” in October. Street performers fought for tips, and the jazz was drowned out by EDM blasting from neon-lit clubs. I watched a man dressed as a clown take selfies in front of a 200-year-old church — and people cheered. Locals told me, “We love visitors, but they don’t love the real New Orleans. They just love the party.” And they’re right. Somewhere between the hurricanes (the drink) and the hurricanes (the storms), the city’s soul got commercialized. Is this still cultural celebration — or cultural exhaustion? #Travel #NewOrleans

new orleans: culture trip or drunken circus? 🎷🍹
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The Demon

#DidThatHappen The Demon. I was a kid having a sleepover with my cousins. We were pretty little. I was fast asleep when something woke me, a strange sound like something sliding down the wall. Everyone was sleeping. The room was dark with only a little crack of light shining from underneath the bedroom door. I looked and I saw it! It was creepy dark, scary hunched over in the corner of the room up by the ceiling. I was so scared. I scooched down as far as I could get in my sleeping bag barely peeking up over it hoped it couldn't see me. It was a demon or a ghost. I'd describe it as a gargoyle I'd seen perched upon the corners of an old dilapidated mansion. But this thing, this thing up in the corner by the ceiling had a spooky glow huge eyes and a creepy smile. it's tongue sticking out licking its lips staring at me he said yum yum yum over and over again I shut my eyes tight pretending I was asleep and praying it would go away. I finally drifted off to sleep but I will never forget it. #DidThatHappen

The Demon
LataraSpeaksTruth

The Birth of Etta Jones, November 25, 1928

Etta Jones was born on this day in Aiken, South Carolina. She later moved to Harlem, where music was the heartbeat of the neighborhood and a young singer could grow into something special. That move shaped her sound and set the stage for the career she would build. Jones became a respected jazz and blues vocalist known for her warm tone and expressive phrasing. She had a style that felt effortless and lived in the middle ground between jazz smoothness and blues honesty. She stepped into recording in the late 1940s and built her voice through steady work, touring, and collaborations that kept her grounded in the traditions she loved. Her breakthrough came with the song Don’t Go to Strangers in 1960. The single reached a national audience and earned her a Grammy nomination. It also introduced new listeners to the depth of her talent and the kind of mature, lived in singing that set her apart. One of the most defining parts of her career was her long partnership with saxophonist Houston Person. They worked together for decades. Their chemistry created a catalog of albums that felt consistent and true to who she was as an artist. Many fans remember them as one of the strongest vocalist instrumentalist duos in modern jazz. Etta Jones continued recording and performing until the end of her life. In a moment that felt almost poetic, she passed away in 2001 on the same day her final album was released. Her legacy lives quietly but powerfully in jazz circles and in the voices of singers who followed her path. #OnThisDay #JazzHistory #EttaJones #LataraSpeaksTruth #AskNewsBreak

The Birth of Etta Jones, November 25, 1928
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