Many of my fellow Easterners love to dismiss LA as a vain, self-absorbed, hopelessly shallow ooze of sprawl. Hollywood incarnate. While I don't entirely disagree, I think it's kind of a lame straw man. Especially from a bunch of pretentious, neurotic, equally self-absorbed Yanks. There, see. Let's all hug. As for LA, I prefer my caricatures positive, and I like to imagine the place mostly in musical terms—a palette of easy grooves garnished with a sweet breeze and smog-kissed sunsets. Here's one that captures that flavor, from an album of similarly charming sketches. Who really cares that they have the fleetingness of sandcastles?
Friday, July 31, 2009
Flowin' not fussin'
Many of my fellow Easterners love to dismiss LA as a vain, self-absorbed, hopelessly shallow ooze of sprawl. Hollywood incarnate. While I don't entirely disagree, I think it's kind of a lame straw man. Especially from a bunch of pretentious, neurotic, equally self-absorbed Yanks. There, see. Let's all hug. As for LA, I prefer my caricatures positive, and I like to imagine the place mostly in musical terms—a palette of easy grooves garnished with a sweet breeze and smog-kissed sunsets. Here's one that captures that flavor, from an album of similarly charming sketches. Who really cares that they have the fleetingness of sandcastles?
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