…and this one other Really Important Thing:
when i first heard that Willee’s was going to start doing bluegrass on thursday nites, my reaction was: wtf? this makes no sense! …but then once i got there and Saw, it made perfect sense.
because this is Middle America. this is a Small Town. this is the Heartlands, the Midwest; what people in vastly more cosmopolitan towns like New York and San Francisco call “flyover country.”
and this is what we do. we have Italian restaurants, largely run by people who have more Germano-Scandi-Celt blood coarsing through their veins than Roman. and in them, we have 80 year-old VFW members, who look like Tommy Lee Jones’ older, less handsome brother, playing honky-tonk music on the electric guitar, wearing their gas-station shirts and yellowed blue jeans.
and we, apparently, really like it.
i do appreciate it, i really do… but i also really need to move into the city, where i can take public transportation or walk to a neighborhood bar, talk shit with the artists and the subversives, and come home to an apartment with a cat and a fire escape, where i pass out beneath the dim blue glow of neon lights. it’s either that, or further out into the country. i’m done with Suburbia. i’ll come back here to die, but for now, i feel like swimming back downstream again.
