Resolutions. I have only ever kept one.
Still, the year's end is a moment to take inventory of what I want less or more of, and it's hard not to get swept up in the promise-keeping to our newer, shinier, skinnier, well-read selves. I will get eight hours of sleep. I will not consume simple carbs. I will drink so much water. I will. I will. I will. Will I?
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We are a city that likes more of everything, and at this point, I can't say it's such a terrible thing. More options, more music, more exhibits, more collectives. While I would never encourage it for the sake of it, the increasing possibilities have me excited about what the next year in Dallas may look and sound like.
Since I don't really believe in resolutions, it feels hypocritical to assign any to my city. Still, I have some ideas about what we could use a little more and less of, all the same:
The talking during shows. For real, it's getting weird. On one hand, I sort of get it; an artist should compel you to stop talking with a performance. On the other hand, it's rude. Maybe in 2013, we don't so much make an agreement to stop talking, but start listening. To the music, to the speaker and then to each other, but not all at the same time.
More things like when the Omni was taken over by video artists. What a magical night, drinking Champagne in a field so dark I couldn't find my friends, and realizing the potential of Dallas as a medium. That sacred skyline taken on as a canvas makes me wonder what could be next. So, what could be next?
Can we keep the coffee shops that serve wine open late? They need your business and many of us need that option.
Also, can we get back to having house shows?
I'd also like an extra serving of things like Semigloss, Dallas' new fine arts publication founded by Sally Glass. And just more things I can hold in my hand, I guess. I realize that makes me sound awfully square, and you can't have my phone, but I will happily also hold and read your periodical. I will play your tape or your record. I will.
I know you have it in you, Dallas. I see how you look at me when no one else is around. We survived the apocalypse and now it's time for everyone else to enjoy the warmth of that gaze.
Salud. To a new year, sugars.
