The city that cares.

There are many reasons. Chief among them is that I could not concentrate on my creative practice: There were too many cultural events to attend. There were too many parties, bars, restaurants, plays, films, galleries, concerts, readings, lectures, interesting ethnic neighborhoods, street fairs. I don’t know how anyone makes anything in New York when the lifestyle revolves around looking at things other people made.

I moved to a town where there is nothing to do. It is much more conducive to being creative. This is the case in large part because there is very little evident creativity here and only one culture, which is not new or interesting. It makes perfect sense that amazing bands always come from some boring town or the armpit of a state you’d never want to go to.

I have never been more creative. And I don’t censor my productions out of inadvertent inferiority to the wonderful production I saw last night in New York. There are no wonderful productions in my new town. Anything goes!