Seen some beautiful buildings today and a good exhibition of Leibovitz photos yesterday, when Hazel, a friend of Marcel’s drove us around town. Fun day, but.. After a few days in SF, I’m beginning to see what is lacking. I am a bit disappointed, because I had memories of a very vibrant city from my last visit in the beginning of the 90s. There was music coming out of bars then, and singing or actively talking people on the streets. Activist threw leaflets at you, and galleries had lively openings all around.
Now I found it sterile at first, though there is enough to see and do, there is no real lively feel on the streets. When we were having coffee in The Castro, today, it suddenly dawned on me. The city and the people, at least at the places we visited, have simply aged with us. What we were missing was the simple vibration of youth. They must hang out somewhere in this city, but we haven’t found it yet: the energy source, the vulcan on which true city life dances. May be the energy has gone underground again, as it should during cultural ‘winter’periods, as we are having the last few years. I hope so, because at the moment, SF almost looks like an average American city to me. As I am writing this, thunder is making itself heard. Hope it’s not the very real underground power that continuously threatens this city. A vulcano of youth could bring along a cultural spring, but an earthquake would overdo it a little, I feel.