It’s been so long since I’ve written a blog post that the layout of the WordPress Dashboard has changed on me.
Where am I? Lost in an intricately designed web page with darker side tabs and larger fonts, to which my eyes have not been able to fully adjust to since I struggled to remember my login password. I’ve since decided that I need to practice writing again and because nobody has really read through this blog in the past month or more, I might as well get my crappy writing out of the way before I become a famous freelance blogger for the most popular biographical music web logs on the internet.
I was inspired today during my regular visit to Louisville’s own Highland Coffee, my favorite coffee shop in the Highlands if that was unclear, while I read through the very last issue of a free, two year old, local publication called The Paper. I seemingly discover all the wonderful things in the world just before they are about to die – but as a friend said just last night, “it is better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all”. Despite the fact that I had only just started to glance over this monthly release, I found that I was becoming attached to all the words and visuals that spanned across these 20 pages of content. Particularly August 2013 Volume 2, Issue 12.
The pages of The Paper are filled with lovely stories of local art and talent, interviews from a wide variety of transplants, lifers, and short term residents, articles on the recent happenings in the music scene, and more. My only question is, why didn’t I start picking up this paper sooner? After all, it’s completely free!
What really got me thinking though, was reading through the pages of inspiring do-it-yourselfers out of, essentially, a do-it-yourself project that is the creation of The Paper. This city is what it is because of the people who reside here. The people who run the local businesses, who play in their local bands at local bars, and who shop for Kentucky grown meat and vegetables at the local farmer’s markets. Louisville had adopted Austin’s little phrase in order to promote local and it is not uncommon to spot cars sporting “Keep Louisville Weird” bumper stickers from Prospect to Audubon Park.
Being from out of town and having lived here for the last four years for school, I have been learning about the city little by little. It was not until I turned 21 and graduated from school (and graduated from my career as a Division I athlete) that I was able to start appreciating all the little local breweries, bars, restaurants, coffee shops, boutiques, and countless other areas of the city that I would never have otherwise noticed had I not been so busy with all my previous commitments.
I like to tell people that I came here for school and sports, which Louisville has no shortage of (NCAA sports more specifically seeing as there are no major league teams in the city), and I stayed for the beer and the local flare and creativity. I do not plan on moving out of here any time soon and I hope that in the next few years I will be able to discover more of what makes this city so artsy, and even explore my own avenues to find out what I was brought here to do.
As I sit in my in my 100+ year old apartment building in Old Louisville with 10 foot ceilings, I am looking up from my pillows out my massive arched window which lies just behind the head of my bed (bad feng-shui, I know). A ridiculous freak rain storm has already come and gone. The heat and humidity is slowly drying the moisture up, leaving the streets printed with a rain speckled tessellation. I think the weather here sums just about everything up. Louisville and it’s people are relentless, unpredictable, and ever changing, similar to the climate in the Ohio River Valley. I couldn’t appreciate where I currently reside more. This city has stamped something significant on me and I hope to give back to it in all the best ways possible.