“I was born in Raceland, Louisiana and have lived in New Orleans since I was a sophomore in high school; I’m 21 now.
I had my first singing lessons when I was six, but my mom and dad always liked to say I was singing around the house ever since I could.
When I was really young, sitting at my house in Houma, I saw an alligator run into a pond in the vacant lot across the street, and it inspired this song called ‘Louisiana Hurricane.’ That year the Saints were going to the Super Bowl. I was really invested in football ’cause my dad would have it no other way, and I made a remix of the song with Martin Folse and Chad Roland who I wrote the song with, ‘Louisiana Hurricane (Super Bowl re-mix).’ The song did really well with local radio KCIL, and was played in Miami during the Super Bowl, which I was really excited about.
I wrote ‘Cajun Angel,’ inspired by my dad’s side of the family and my heritage, which was on KCIL as well and received some national airplay—crazy times to be a kid.
My first time on stage was at Voice of the Wetlands when I was 11. My dad kind of knew Rueben Williams, Tab [Benoit]’s manager. It’s a small town—everybody knows everybody—so they had me play with my dad and all his buddies.
I started singing in Nashville a lot, and my parents were incredible—driving, bringing me 14 times a year.
I went to NOCCA, I initially got in for musical theater but decided that jazz piano was more my thing. I learned a lot about music theory; I learned a lot of great music I hadn’t heard before and a lot about piano in general from Michael Pellera.
I attended Loyola for Music Industry Studies and graduated a year and a half early with a degree in Popular and Commercial Music, a Music Industry Studies program with emphasis on Pop performance.
I love playing music in New Orleans: it’s like a family here, and every single space feels like a place where I can express myself. I think we have such a strong mentorship ’cause music is the clockwork of the city.
I’m writing for the first time since my mom and I lost my dad unexpectedly. It put me in a funk for a while, and I wasn’t writing…he was a guitar player and it hurt too much to play without him. Someone really wise told me that he was probably singing songs in my ear but I probably couldn’t hear them because I was upset. I took a closer listen and he was.”