This may be a strange complaint, and also a useless one. It may be a symptom of an over-priveledged and extremely distracted life. It could just be that I dont get out enough.
I miss wierdos
I have become unable to recognize people I dont know. I have begun to want to do strange things in public just to see the look of alarm. Im pretty young to get the dementia, but it does run in my family.
Andy often complains that El Salvador collectively likes to “keep a lid on it”. Its pretty respectable place. There are only glimmerings of “alt-culture” much less the sort of “post-alt” general relaxedness where you no longer have to pierce your whole face to fit in on the outside.
That´s right….i just said, “fit in on the outside”
(but deny its true…I dare you)
A smart lady that I like very much, once compared San Salvador to a High School Senior class where nobody wants to stand out, and cliques mean more than you would expect. I have yet to wriggle into the city enough to know if this is true.
What I do know is that I miss the kind of competitive strangeness of the Bay Area. This iswhy I fell so in love with the potential of “La Resistancia”, which turned out to be a really really good entrance for TVX, which is rightly branded by some as “That hipster station”.
Yes its a hipster station, and is in fact a bit restrained. Restrained because it is obligated to be cool. Which is fine by me. Its still pretty good for the type of project it is, and I expect to like watching it develop.
This reminds me of a story I told my children. In the darkest days of 1987 I was sitting in a drum circle with a semi-attractive young man and his musician friends who were furiously critizing a former bandmate. Apparently he had “sold out”. My companion burst forth with a rare and treasured moment of wisdom
“I wish I was good enough to sell out”
Truer words are rarely spoken. This is an old story so all of my family knows it.