Creative Braindrain of Portland, BOREAGAIN
There's a story, a virus did a thing, and a town gave up completely. Its Downtown turned into an apocalyptic, narcotics ridden, dystopian, nightmare. A town that moves at a glacial pace, glacial like the 90% frigid seasons every year. The people with the temperament of Shaggy from Scooby Doo, peppered in with cosmopolitan variety "Leftism/Progressivism," or as the cool Leftists, the chill ones I like would call, "woke-scolds." A town where a feminine person in a full face of makeup would be stared at scornfully by neon-armpit hair bra-burning Becky, or saggy, toothless, Gresham Gertha. The music scene is just as lifeless as the people. Take your pick. Druggie, washed up, junkies and hippie House music, suicidal Synthpop, dull your senses Darkwave, another "Goth" night that really just means Synthpop and all the one-hit-wonders from the Stranger Things soundtrack, a decent metal show, but enduring all the hobo-farts, and mixture of pheromone-lace...