My home. Where i live.
Reminds me of a tropical storm
from the opposite ends of a spectrum
thrust together in a confined space. Throwing off some of the elements
that make it up, only to pull more locally to make up for the lost. Watch a satellite
view of a storm sometime. That's Olympia.
Home of junkies, hippies
, crusty-punks, kids
, and hipster
s. Not necessarily mutually exclusive
Something of a punk rock
cradle. Let's not mention the riot grrrl
thing. Features strongly in the evolution of some of the best bands in the last ten years. Seriously, indie rock
fanboys move there all the time with no idea what it's actually like.
It's true about the white vinyl belts
An incubating little island where you can avoid growing up, get hip
, get a tattoo
, go gay
, start a band
, make your horrid art
, and do other twenty-something-in-the-city
-type activities without the pressures and challenges a real city would present.
A small town