The Perfect Song for Tacoma....

because...well, you just can't like yourself can you? Not the old school folks that are fine with living and working and enjoying life without relying on their investments......I have always hated that "Gritty Tacoman"....we're not gritty. We're real people. And we don't take to insipid tenuous captions. Clearly, a working class Tacoman does not think of themselves as Gritty.........I know when you came up with that, you meant well, but you really missed the mark.

What we Tacoma folks are is the kind of people that work, get callouses, buy a round for our pals, and help each other pack up and move....we'll replace your head gasket and rotate your tires, in exchange for a hellAcious summertime barbeque party.....we love to go Bowling, but not in irony....

and that is really what is at the heart of the new-fangled "Tacoma" lover...You sit outside the working class, you believe (or truly did believe) that buying a house was a Good Investment...so you bought a few of them...and flipped them or whatever.....you won't patronize a business unless you are assured it has been Pre-Sanitized, or maybe you "slum" with your pals for entertainment.......

Since Broadway, and the other streets in my n'hood are ripped up, for one reason only....that is to make sure that the Condo-Buyers have pretty little sidewalks and pretty little parking and pretty little planters full of pretty little flowers in their daily world. God forbid...there would remain cracked sidewalks patched from years of pavement pounding, worn yellow lines that are so declasse....because, dammit, Tacoma is not Seattle's trashy sister.....Tacoma is World Class !!!

So I truly truly truly thank the people who are making the trek down thru the Huge Scary Machines and the Amazing Mud Puddles to spend money at the shops ...the teeny tiny small business that make your life Happy...and maybe you realize it and maybe you don't...but it's us, the Little People, the ones who repair your car, mix your drinks, brew your coffee, supply you with quirky delightful trinkets, clothes and furniture to funkIfy your daily life....who make life worth living...
The artists, the workers who empty your trash cans, the cab drivers that pick you up when you are too drunk to walk home, the artists, the small business person who works with no net and no Trust Fund, the artists, the folks who slap price tags on your food, Hell, the migrants who Pick Your Food...
we'd appreciate it if you would spend more money....and give back to us, since it was our money to begin with........
wink.






This song here is perfect for the Powers That Be In Tacoma....who are trying so hard to force Tacoma to become a High Class Call Girl instead of the greasy waitress that she is.
And Matt Driscoll, thanks for the recent opinion piece in The Volcano that addresses this issue of real vs. fake in Tacoma. It's not that we are against You People, but we know you are against us. And I must say, The Volcano, has become fairly relevant over the last year. Did the Swarners drop acid or something? Because real or not, they seem to better be able to fake the sincerity !