LA. I guess if I liked driving, surfing, tanning, hanging around a pool, and the movie business more I’d be really into this place. As it is, I feel about the same level of oxygen as Mars.
So much of the music that I’ve been into has come out of here - its almost like America has two cultural poles: the North Pole of New York, and the South Pole of LA. Put them together and you get some sort of approximation of what the hell is going on in America. Or maybe a fitting for a straightjacket.
It’s not the distance that makes one feel cut off, you know. It’s the timezones. The idea that I can’t call, tweet or expect a reply email from people I know because they’re asleep right now. It’s time zones that create the real barriers in the modern world. I can’t imagine what it would like to be a gaijin, hanging out in Tokyo.
As much as the neurotic type-A nature of New York gets to me, this place is like oil to my water. LA is all about something that I am categorically not. It correctly identifies me as a foreign body and sends in the white blood cells.
