It’s sad to think that one of Aspen’s institutions, Cooper Street Pier, is in jeopardy of being demolished to erect high-end retail and luxury condominiums. It’s not surprising, but it's really fucking sad. Nothing is sacred in Aspen, with one exception, the almighty dollar. If there is a profit to be made, it will be made, period. The dying soul of Aspen be damned!
The Canary Initiative is partnering with Home Box Office for a special premiere of a documentary on global warming. Aspen is one of 10 cities hand-selected to show the film. The documentary, "Too Hot Not to Handle," is a comprehensive analysis and critical look into the effects of global warming in the U.S. The film features in-depth discussions and analysis from leading scientists in the field.
We can’t agree on much in Aspen, but one thing we know is that nobody (but nobody) is saying these are the good old days. Because they’re not. Gas prices have been out of sight so long we can’t even see them—and they’re going up and up with no signs of descent. Food prices have to be at least 25 percent above the norm. Put aside employee housing, and the chance for a typical family to buy a house in the valley is skyrocketing out of sight.
So much for the good old days. But if those days are gone, I wonder what we have been left with here in their place. Instead of a classless society, we have a striated stratification that all but guarantees a future of even further division.
Paste Magazine is a wonderful bi-monthly publication for music people. I submitted a review this morning. We'll see if it gets used. Some reviews they post on their website, some in the magazine, some they regret spending the time reading.
Mat Kearney: It’s pronounced CAR-knee.
He is not a member of a traveling carnival, but he is on the road…touring in support of his second full length album. “Nothing Left to Lose.”
Bennett Bramson, the peripatetic executive director of Aspen Youth Experience, has resigned effective June 9, 2006, but could stay longer to help in the search for his successor.
That was him outside Jimmy’s Friday night—unmistakably him with the big smile heading down the stairs into Cache-Cache or Campo di Fiori to no doubt eat as well as a man can eat. He was small for a star but then aren’t all stars growing smaller and smaller? You want them to be bigger because they are so big up on the small screen, and bigger still in our imagination, where we have seen them in so many guises we no longer know what is real. That’s the nature of Star Americana. The movies are still big: it’s just the stars that got small.
For those of you who have completely and utterly given up on the Bush White House, allow me to point out that they did allow gay and lesbian couples to bring all of God’s children to the annual Easter egg hunt.
I am writing this blog from Cannon Mine Coffee Shop in Lafayette, CO…it’s one of the “L” towns surrounding Boulder…Longmont, Louisville (pronounced lewis-ville, not louie), and Lafayette. This coffee shop is so endearing. A part of me never wants to leave. Free internet for one. Great coffee for two. Walking distance to my sister’s house. And Dave Matthews playing. Not bad. This place has that great vibe that comes from a coffee house built and run by people who care. They hope to make money, but that’s not the sole driving force. They have live music coming this Friday night…I saw the sign taped to the mirror in the ladies restroom. Ladies, note, there is a skinny mirror in the bathroom at the coffee shop. know what I’m talking about. I am 5’2” and 135. This mirror makes me look 5’4” and 120. I’m all about it.