[bomp] led astray...

[ItsBoss9@xxxxxxx]

...I DID TRY PRETTY HARD
TO MAKE A GO OF THINGS IN SAN DIEGO BUT....

Yeh, somehow I got caught up in the belief that it was a swingin' place, I 
mean, some good bands came out of there during the early '80s and UGLY THINGS is 
brilliant but...  well, when you've lived in a real city, and then move to 
this place where its like 85% right wing facists everywhere you go, and then a 
gaggle of frustrated "artists" who are so beaten down by local Repubican 
attitudes, the place is really impossible to work creatively from.  That frustration 
turns the artists into vindictive assholes... that's why the best people who 
grew up there always split.  God, did I hate the Pink Panther and shit like 
that!

I moved because L.A. was pretty stinko during the late '80s, but guess what?  
It rebounded within a year or so, after the whole Guns 'n' Roses thing went 
away...(I was beginning to think Metal would never let go of its "stranglehold" 
on town...)  There's been tons of brilliant stuff out of L.A. since Big Sandy 
& the Fly-Rite Trio got the ball rolling again at Blue Saloon in 1990, 
followed by the whole Exoticon thing, the Silver Lake stuff and tons of alternatives 
to the Valley metalhead take-over of the '80s.  They're still here (mostly 
around the Rainbow), but the options in L.A. outweigh the bullshit now.

It's very hard for someone who lives outside of San Diego to understand what 
the social problems are once you get there.  All you see is nice beaches and 
some music and you think "hmm, this is nice" but once you get there, it's like, 
a huge, overcrowded place with a small-town redneck mentality... without the 
benefits of a major city.  People on the scene went to a total of 5 High 
Schools, and everyone "on the scene" still acts like they are still in High 
School....that's how they identify with each other ("oh, did you go to South" or 
whatever).  It was funny when I got a post from you and you referred to it as 
"Dirt Town" because that was the first thing everyone said to each other in San 
Diego... "what's the dirt?"  In a major city, you have lots of other things to 
foucus on, but in a boring place like San Diego, they've got nothing better to 
do than look for crap on each other.  

My family being from New York, and me growing up in L.A., and especially with 
the Hollywood environment of the past during my childhood and teens (I 
shunned High School events), it made absolutely no sense for me to be in a place 
like San Diego that treats liberals as outsiders to be dismissed out of hand.  
Plus, the diversions there were extremely limited, from my previous life 
experience.  

Also, a big problem with San Diego, if someone is an achiever, on a 
Hollywood/New York media center level, people in San Diego seem to really resent that, 
because it's this really provincial town that hates the media centers... just 
like San Francisco, but without the clubs, music scene or intelligent 
perception of social issues that San Francisco has... just provincial 
inferiority/superiority complexes everywhere.  San Francisco is still a fun place to live, 
though, with tons of cool things to do.  With your roots in Boston, again, this 
is a high-profile, international city with a significant history that matters 
in the world... like New York, Hollywood, San Francisco... San Diego will never 
have this kind of significance... in fact, it wasn't that much different from 
Omaha, Nebraska (I lived there for 2 years), except for the fact that San 
Diego had the Pacific Ocean... but the people were just as stupid as Omaha 
(outside of the UGLY THINGS staff, of course, with Mike Stax being one of my very 
best friends...and not a part of any of these problems, as he is from England).

Lisa, Julie... these people were kuks.  Lisa married a doctor (of course) in 
Philly (not quite the midwest, but, you know, slipped into 
Stepford-wife-ism... seemingly a lifetime goal) and Julie ended up going out with this total 
racist for a long time.... totally unacceptable, sub-human shit.  Twice (1978 and 
1986) I found out that a girl I was dating hated blacks or something, and both 
times, they were dumped immediately.  So that's what I mean, can't stand that 
San Diego environment where racism is acceptable.  Hell, my pop grew up in 
Harlem and was off the boat from Italy durng the '20s. 

Domenic Priore

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