Fake Id’s, house parties, swimming holes, local music, and southern twang. This is how I remember Asheville, North Carolina. I guess the 90’s and early 2000’s have a lot to be said by this. I have been observing. It has been seven years since I lived in Asheville, NC. Where I grew up! Isaac Dickson, Asheville Middle School and Asheville High status. My mom worked downtown at Interplanet Janet, Lava, Honeypot and Hunk; so I was a downtown little baby. Trouble making it with my friends. I like to think we are notorious. That the people I am introduced to know all my old friends and we have all this Appalachian moss memory to look back to. What can I say southerners like me take pride in where they come from. I have been roaming around the mountains of the Rockies for five years and pub-lifeing it in Denver, Colorado. I have mixed feelings about the new Asheville after so long. Oh downtown how you hold on to a grasp of ‘what used to be’. The favorites have for sure stayed : Lexington Avenue yummys, Honeypot, Bouchan, Minx, Flipside, and Hip Replacements. The classics, Wasabi, Malaprops, Tupelo Honey, Laughing Seed and Jack of the Wood. I will give a shout out to Wicked Weed, The SkyBar and The National; for showing me a good time on the weekends since I got back. Also Dobra tea for making me mellow about the new. It is not that I am against the evolution of Asheville or the pace letting our economy get larger and more valuable. It is just that the vibe downtown is different. I tried to check out the new club on College street, but it was a mistake! It was empty, ratchet and this girl tried to fight me when I went up to the bar for a water. The parking is ridiculous and you can hardly walk through the streets now! Even the parking garages are full. Cops are every where! I suppose this is because we are trying to be a beer capital to the country. But why are we jamming so much in to such a small space. Do we not keep our roots sacred enough to value the small-ness and originality of Asheville? One must contemplate why it is so hard for a old school local like me to find a job. With that of coarse I praise on knowing the right people. I want the rustic freak Asheville back. The laid back flow that the wind held through the streets of Pack Square and the cobble stones of Wall Street. As locals we should encourage each other to be involved in not letting any sort of oppression happen to Weird Asheville. I am not hating nor bragging, I know a lot of business owners around town are competing with corporations moving closer and closer to there buildings. Urban Outfitters can suck it and needs to go back to the mall. I have also over heard a Starbucks that is inconsideration of being built close to Pritchard Park. Remember petitions and boycotting isn’t extinct. Its quite frisky if you ask me. Join the Kitten Revolution. Spread Love thats what a real mob do.
See you around!