The thing about Vancouver is that Vancouver is oppressive, and anyone who has a different answer probably either has a trust fund or is a liar. But for me, I find the oppression often inspires me, and it creates a kind of quality control. When 80 percent of your income is going to your rent, it’s easy to look at that blown guitar amp and just throw in the towel. (Plus, you probably live in a shitty carpeted basement suite under a family of 5 with 2 or 3 roommates. Not me, I live in the attic), Those who don’t have something in them that just drives them to create in a city that desperately wants them to stop, are probably going to stop. As a result, the people here are the most inspiring group of artists you could meet, or at least the ones I know sure are. Half the time I’ll look at those mountains and just feel a want to pack my bags and leave, but something keeps me here. So, I guess there’s something going for it, somewhere underneath the condos.
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