There are two kinds of people… no, no–not beer or wine, not Yankees or Sox, not Star Wars or Star Trek. I mean Met Opera listeners or American Routes listeners. In the interests of democracy, NCPR serves both in their proper season, but personally, one of my “Signs of Spring” is the voice of Nick Spitzer and the sounds of his roots show from New Orleans.
Maybe there are two kinds of people–New York City or New Orleans. New York is too big and too fast and thinks too well of itself for my comfort. I feel a little out of place there, a little in the way of business–like a flock of sheep crossing the Thruway. And the Met Opera is a little too grandiose for me–great music, high drama, spectacle–it’s a little exhausting. Plus, I mostly dress up for weddings and funerals. I prefer to witness music performances with my blue-jeaned backside planted in a folding chair on the lawn.
Though I haven’t been there yet, New Orleans seems more like my kind of town, a little slower, a little unbuttoned, even a little unglued. A town obsessed with good food and good music has its priorities in order. For example, I can’t think of a single Fortune 500 company headquartered in New Orleans. My kind of town.
The North Country is my home, but like most people, I have been to other places that made an impact on me–Portland, Oregon felt homey to me; Seattle did not. San Francisco here I come–but San Diego, not so much. Albuquerque, yes–Phoenix, no. Miami Beach, hola!–Orlando, where’s the exit?
Where do you fall on the opera/roots spectrum? What are some of the towns and cities you love and why? Spill it in a comment below.