san francisco, a city of refugees
I often talk about how this city is a city of refugees, of people who are trying to escape something, whether it be the "art world" or "small towns" or the "midwest" or [fill in the blank]. And I'm sometimes a bit derogatory about it, as if to say the quality of art, music, and life suffer because of it, how things are so much more clear and exciting in places like New York, where one can just shout without inhibition or concern. Places where you can just say "Fuck It All!" and feel completely liberated.
But in the last couple of years, I am growing to enjoy the sort of fragile artistic ecosystem that exists here, I am starting to like the fact that so many are a bit hesitant and are concerned with things like delicacy and softness. Because, in the end, I guess I too am one of these hesitant and rather quiet types. Or maybe I adjust to my environment quickly.
---Roddy---