I made some sonic chaos- take it or leave it. Sometimes you just have to work out the madness with some vibrations.
My wonderful collaborator, Alessandro, has veered off into some Indian Raga path- and the smooth transition he takes into that expanded soundscape is gently adding new dimensions to the overall tonal frequency that has been our adaptations.
I am still sloppily grasping at chords and hitting wrong notes with confidence.
And by accident- we create perfection.
This new piece Most Angry Bungalow is my new favorite anthem.
To me, it speaks to memories brought up in a current moment. The echo of the past interwoven with the present. Like two long lost lovers, who fell out of fortune- finding themselves together again in the four walls they use to call home. Talking in new tones as they recall a leftover yesterday that still chimes heartstrings.
This beautiful accident was simply two artists in two places who speak the same language and read the same music- but it is completely etheric- there is no proof, no conversation claiming any specific musical direction- our individual hands led by some unseen force that felt the need for this song to be reborn. Because it is and it isn’t ours alone- Ale and me- acting simply as conduits of this reminder.
Name me places that thrive on tourism…
Resorts; ski, sea, tropical, Disney.
Destinations? State parks, hot springs, trailheads?
Road Side Attractions… Wall Drug; Chugwater, Wamsutter, Buford population of 1.
Let’s face it- tourism as infrastructure isn’t a sustainable solution in our changing society… people save money to escape their real-life for a short-lived fantasy of something else, and there are plenty of communities that cater to that idea; locals saving their own money for a potential week of escape from a place people flock to for another place that people flock to.
Meanwhile, the hard-working locals are ignoring their own back yard because everyone enjoys a change of pace and scenery and there is no adventure left when you realize your own home town is concerned with the acquisition of money from temporary visitors. You begin to notice businesses and services are focused on catering to seasonal visitors, which portrays an attitude that commerce and governmental spending is not concerned about local needs or desires.
It seems as though these days, every little town with no vision would like to live off of tourism- and it’s gross in a multitude of ways.
When I was in my early twenties, I moved to Keystone Colorado with about five hundred dollars to my name. It was the summer season and there weren’t many people around. I got a job and a room in employee housing. I would be working at the Sport Shack and renting out bikes and paddle boats and alpaca tours in the summer. The pay was about $8.00 an hour. It wasn’t much- but it was enough, and I would have a free ski pass come winter- that was the benefit and reason I moved to the mountain resort town.
Here are some things you may not know about living at a ski resort- everything, and I really mean EVERYTHING is inflated when it comes to cost. Keystone Resort is in the same big company as Vail and Breckenridge and other well known high-end ski destinations. However, Keystone was considered “the family resort”- as it wasn’t “as high end” as a place like Vail. That didn’t matter, everything was inflated.
All of these resort “towns” are filled with overpriced condos, restaurants and bougie boutique type stores. Nothing a normal everyday person who works for the resort can afford or even wants. There are maybe two reasonably priced eateries that are not fast food, and a couple of gritty pubs where the locals hang out and spend what they make.
For a young person, a resort town is just code word for “Work hard, play harder.” But is it sustainable?
In my opinion- no. I knew people well into their 50’s and 60’s who couldn’t hold a relationship and were forced to have roommates half their age in order to pay rent for houses they could never afford to buy on the wages they made. If you weren’t in a management position with the potential of raises and moving up the corporate ladder, you couldn’t expect to see much inflation in your paycheck. Most people worked more than one job, working at the mountain even part-time at least got you a ski pass which was at least a five-hundred-dollar value.
When you live in a resort town, you realize you must be reliant on your pass/id card. If you don’t have it, you don’t receive the employee discount. If you were like me and had to ride two gondolas to get to work, and you forgot to bring lunch and your passcard, you would pay $10.25 for a hamburger that cost $1.25 to make. Employee discount brought the burger down to about $8.00, one hour of work on the low end. I know this because I was dating a person who was a food purchaser for the resort.
When he told me this, I got very angry- not just for the employees, but for hard-working families that save all year for one weekend, or week away to do something fun.
Resorts have their own taxes. I think at the time I was working it was around 9% on all purchases within the resort. To add insult to injury, the place didn’t even have two-ply toilet tissue in the restrooms. So, you could eat an overpriced burger that wasn’t that good and would probably give you the runs, only to have to wipe with weak tissue paper. This was even the case at Beaver Creek, one of the more posh resorts in the Vail Kingdom.
I give this anecdote because it exemplifies the unsustainable nature these locations set as “normal” for the individuals who do not make top dollar for what they do, but they still pay top dollar while they drain their life energy into making more money for people with empires and networks.
Every year the resort appeared to make more, but as they restructured corporate, benefits for the little guy continued to shrink. “Sure we offer insurance but we are dropping visual benefits next quarter, and you will be paying more for the standard health stuff because we are switching service providers, no out of network plans.” It looks like corporate criminal money laundering in collusion with the local government within these obviously controlled environments where large sums of money are changing hands.
There aren’t a lot of positions to grow into when you live in a place like that unless you can make something for yourself- maybe start a tree cutting business, or become a builder, be prepared to pay for a license and liability insurance that won’t be cheap.
On the flip side, the corporation in cooperation with local government has the benefit that every year there are hundreds of new, young, liberated people who want a good time in nature- the types who aren’t really keen on planning for the future. The type to move on to some other adventure and never even THINK about local politics and the amounts of currency being passed around them. They are the perfect little worker drones. They will be worked until they come to their senses and move away or keep at it until they die. You would be surprised how many young people die in these places. Drugs and alcohol are always easy to find, and you can tell that there is a deep depression being covered by an illusion of “fun.”
Honestly, I did have a great time when I was there but I just love being in the mountains and this was an easy way to make it happen, however, the people that I knew during that time in my life were trainwrecks waiting to happen and I wasn’t totally shocked about the deaths that occurred after I left.
I don’t miss paying rent in an overpriced run-down condo, whose owner was probably making bank off of a property they would never live in, nor appeared to have pride in due to only being interested in owning investment properties while living in some other state.
I realized I didn’t want to live in a tourist trap.
I want to live in a place that genuinely cares for its citizens. A town that realizes that it wouldn’t even exist without all those individuals who may not make much money that are the gears and wheels of industry and commerce. A real place, with real people that eschews big chain retailers in trade for small locally owned business’ with a vision of spreading wealth and opportunity.
It seems like a big dream because the government and large corporations make small business ownership difficult and expensive. The system really has its bias on bigger is better, but is it?
My hometown spends all year petitioning small business’ for handouts for one very large weeklong event that happens in July. An event DRIVEN by volunteers that bring in MILLIONS of dollars in revenue. Only a few hands ever touch that revenue.
To the average person, who doesn’t volunteer or participate in some way, the whole thing is a headache. Our population doubles in size, and you know there are areas to avoid because of congestion and bad/drunk drivers. Forget about going to your favorite eatery, you will be driving around looking for parking for an hour only to end up on a waitlist for what seems like forever. If you are lucky, maybe you can go on your own vacation for a week just to avoid the mess of it.
Passing through town on your way to somewhere else and need a place to sleep? Good luck finding a hotel room. And if you do find one expect to pay triple what the pricing will be a week later.
It’s virtual insanity and our local government is one of the biggest supporters.
What about the everyday people who petition the local government with good ideas focused on the local year-round population that is not about making the city money? Forget it. They don’t want to hear your ideas, they just want to push paper and encourage you to sign up to volunteer your time in one of the various ways the town attempts to appear to be something that it isn’t.
We have to see the local government for what they are actually about- money and control of resources. It’s only about the citizens insofar that the citizens help them get the money and control of the resources. But the money rarely recirculates down to the little guy, and we don’t see much happening that is beneficial for the citizenry that are the moving pieces of progress. This needs to change with speed and force. As citizens, we need to re-evaluate those who hold power on a local level and examine their connections and agenda.
We need representation by people who are for the people, not the representation of money grabbers who back door deal within their shady networks that leverage the citizens in their desire to monopolize a location.
It’s time for those types to go!
Let’s make towns worth living in, and if we get some visitors, “Cool, I hope you had an enjoyable experience. Oh, you want to move here? Lovely, it’s a really pleasant place to live. Yeah, what you see is what you get. Not some myth, legend or tourist trap.”