Speaking of music
A little SC-pride — while listening to Gillian Welch’s Wrecking Ball this afternoon during bread-baking, finally caught the last lines:
With too much trouble for me to shake
Oh, the weather and the blindin’ ache
Was ridin’ high until the ‘89 quake
Hit the Santa Cruz Garden Mall
Like a wrecking ball
Ok, ok, so it’s a perverse sense of pride to puff up when a major disaster is mentioned, but nonetheless, there it is. Wouldn’t you like to live in a place mentioned in a Gillian Welch song?
Oh, yes, what is the Santa Cruz Garden Mall? It apparently refers to the downtown Pacific St. sprawl of shops that don’t really recommend themselves (a bagel shop, a juice bar, a bad movie theater, a more interesting movie theater, several overpriced boutique stores that sell $300 shirts for teenagers, surf shops, a few restaurants, a terrible paper store, an overly self-indulgent kitchen store). A disappointment, but then you came to Santa Cruz for the surfing.
