Washington, D.C. – The Magnetic Fields
Let me see. If i moved to Washington, D.C., i would live in a city which: has some of the best museums in the world; has some real nice looking buildings, from row houses to government buildings; has its streets lined endlessly with cherry trees; has its own NBA (while not at the moment very successful) and NHL (Ovechkin!) franchises; has an excellent despite heavily used public transport system; i could run into Ian Mackaye, Joe Lally, Guy Picciotto or Brendan Canty and coerce them to end this indefinite hiatus of Fugazi’s; has no representative in the United States senate therefore no vote (not a plus); is 19.4% parkland; by all accounts could support and excite my diet; i could scour second hand record stores with actual hope of finding old Teenbeat, Simple Machines, Dischord and Slumberland records; i could sidle myself on to Dischord records and their parochial signing decree; is susceptible to blizzards; has four distinct seasons and really shows them off; i could have W! A-S-H! I-N-G! T-O-N! Baby! D-C! as my city’s fight song. I think i’ve found the city for me.
