THEY CAN'T DO THIS IN KENTUCKY JOHN
John,
I got a chance to shake hands and talk for a bit with Mr. Prophet last night. It looked to me like they had a very good night last night. They rocked hard and smiled alot at each other. I really like this band. I'm going to start saving my brinkos for a camera.
I know you can't stand California and I think I know your reasons. I've told you before there is a whole lot more to California than "The Left Coast" and while that might be true geographically, spiritually I have to admit California's heart is west of Hwy 101. The coast is what defines this place. As much as I detest the nanny state politics of the region, my heart still swells whenever I drive over a hill and the Pacific Ocean opens up before me. I'm sure the Gulf Coast Highway has it's charms, but to me the Pacific Coast Highway is one of the wonders of the world.
Back East you all have a rich old heritage to call upon, but in California we really didn't get going until the 20th century. While your history is all about battles and documents and statesmen, ours is about imagination and dreams. You've got Robert E. Lee and Thomas Jefferson? Shit we've got John Wayne, Jerry Garcia and Brian fucking Wilson. You've got places like Appomatox and Bull Run. We've got Rincon, Griffith Park's Observatory and Sproul Hall. Now, I'm not trying to compare a hippie sit in to Valley Forge (we can't help it if you Easterners did most of the heavy lifting) but it's part of our history here. Part of yours now too.
Sometimes I wonder what the world would look like if the Pilgrims had landed at Malibu back in 1620. Would The Daughters Of The American Revolution have fake titties?
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You take care of business up there and we'll go fishing when we go fishing. And when we do I'll tell you my Buck Owens story.
I consider most Californians my Western brethren. And maybe Hwy 101 really is the boundary line between the fruits and the nuts -- who knows. I do know, though, that California has the same history of mining, ranching, logging, and other delectable forms of land rape as the other Western states.
And when it comes to the Old West, California has as many or more tales to tell -- even in the now trendy uber-cosmopolitan West Coast. Wyatt Earp fled Tombstone, Arizona and settled in San Diego. Another Earp brother settled in San Bernardino, I believe. Mark Twain wrote about Calaveras County, but also spent the coldest winter of his life during a San Francisco summer. Black Bart lived in San Francisco and carried out his legendary stagecoach robberies in the rural areas west of SF. Richard Henry Dana wound up in the primitive Western town of Los Angeles after his Two Years Before The Mast. When we speak of America's first mining boom of 1849 -- hence the 49ers -- we refer to California.
So I think you should feel safe, Reno, with the dirt between your toes, living with the salt of the earth in the wilds of California.
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