![]() Life as an artist is never easy though, you try to balance artistic expression with your surroundings and lifestyle and you are never sure where the pieces fit together. She called herself a “quarterican”, someone who belonged in and was part of the French Quarter. She rode her bike around the quarter to get where she needed to go, and to her job as bartender at The Spotted Cat. A poet, artist, dancer, and French Quarter bartender with a host of friends, Addie Hall was weary of relationships with men because of the abuse she experienced in her past. They live inside us, and some times, they win.”Īddie Hall was a free-spirited, feisty-tempered, independent artist who found herself in bohemian New Orleans after a rough life in the northeast states. “Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. Theirs is a sad tale of an aspiring poet and her wounded soldier, of mental illness, suicide, and murder. Deaths so tragic it’s still hard for many to speak of. They were two souls bound together by fear and addiction and violently split apart by abuse and gruesome, ugly death. Their southern-fried romance was destined for destruction, pulsated in the thick, stale humidity of the French Quarter, and born in the deathly heat of an apocalyptic storm so fierce many thought the city would never recover, and in a lot of ways it hasn’t. Zack and Addie found their home and each other in New Orleans, sucked in by its free-living bohemian culture and easy going lifestyle. It’s quite a scene to behold in the Big Easy, with lazy summer days and cool moonlit nights, a great place for artists, lovers, and anyone else who needs a little inspiration. And perhaps most of all, New Orleans mourns their dead with such passion and pride that strangers can join in on the funeral dirge umbrellas in hand, swaying hips down cobblestone streets, singing along to St. You can grab a go-cup filled with strawberry daiquiri and a fried shrimp po’ boy at the same joint, and sit on an iron bench overlooking the Mississippi River thinking about what you’ll have for your next meal. You can take a leisurely stroll down the street of sin and if you walk far enough, you’ll find profound peace and quiet. You can wear your hunger and your haunts on your sleeve in New Orleans and no one will judge you for it.
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