Twelve years ago after a trip to the wonderful Amoeba Records I sat down in a corner café in San Francisco’s Haight-Ashbury district to marvel at my purchases. I had managed to replace a lot of my not insubstantial vinyl collection with their cd equivalents for a snip. Anyway my eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when I was served a latté, in a GLASS. Today, I’m sure if I tried, I’d get a latté in a glass in Mullingar, Clara, or Borris-in-Ossory. Haven’t we come a long way!
On a recent trip back there I found little in the way of goods or services that excited me, apart from Whole Foods maybe. I even found Amoeba to be a bit on the pricey side. Don’t get me wrong, San Francisco is the most enchanting city I’ve ever visited. I love its liberal culture and creativity, along with the fact that if you dropped a bomb on every other US city, San Fran would find a way to keep chugging along. I know Ireland is up sh&t creek but as I was flying home I found myself musing on how long it will be before someone asks “What has the US to offer us apart from Dodge Chargers and ridiculous Four by Fours?”