Butte, Montana - Primordial Soup - 07.28.21
I made my way across Montana to Butte for a pitstop this afternoon. Ummm…. Butte has a bit of an edge. Like… it has a ton of edge. Smells like cigarettes and burning tires. It has a low undulating vibration. The type of vibration that a primordial soup has… just-before-life-begins. Lots of that sketch, lofty, empty 1890 storefront artsy spaces we all love. So… if you’re looking for a place to build up an art movement from the ground up. Yup. Butté is your place.
The ghost of Evel Knievel is present and on the corner barking at you “ what and thee fk are you looking at?!?! go back to colorado or Wisconsin or wherever!!?!?!!!!”. The ghost of Bukowski visits because it’s the last place in the country that suits him, and the ghost of Sid Vicious is there only because he’s lost and no one will give him directions out because they can’t understand what he’s saying. “Oiy! I ooo gtt uttt of earrr???”
Or maybe just open a candle shop… everybody likes candles.
*** it was actually said in my direction on the street corner (with no one else around) “go back to colorado or Wisconsin or wherever!!” but it did not come from GhostEvel, it came from a likely local herky-jerky hustler and his nice lady wife, and in no way was he not holding meth. It made me laugh because I thought “how did he know I was from Colorado?” And how does Wisconsin relate to Colorado?
I was dressed in my typical urban gear and can’t imagine i stood out. Although, he pulled up in an 80s sedan (I haven’t seen so many 80s cars since the 80s), and blasting rap. Tall white guy in his 40s dressed in 80s clothes. The type of 80s clothes you would wear when you went to Red Lobster to celebrate something. You know… Suburban Formal. In another context his style would be ultra hip but I’m thinking there’s a bit of a time warp thing going on there. Lol… Colorado?!?
