When I go to my dance class on Thursday night, are people talking about Osama Bin Laden? No. They’re talking about James Durbin.
When I go to Jazzercise on Friday morning, are they talking about the GOP presidential candidates? No. They’re talking about James Durbin.
When I check my Facebook page, do I find videos of cute and cuddly kitties? Well, yes, but I also find videos like this tribute to The Durbin by a local Santa Cruz musician.
In Durbin’s success, we are finding respite from our economic woes: the impossible local job market (officially, nearly 15 percent unemployment), insultingly low salaries, and one of the highest costs of living in the country (we pay about 50 percent of our income on rent and we have the deal of the county). Much as we all love Santa Cruz and its natural beauty, that’s a lot of reality to deal with. So we have taken to looking to our own gentle giant, James Durbin. We watch him, vote for him, talk about him…write songs and stories about him. Poor kid. But, he’s not like a savior or anything…if he doesn’t win, Santa Cruzans will not be crushed. We’re pretty resilient…we can always go to the beach. But Durbin is riding the crest of a wave and we have decided to ride it with him. I’d be willing to bet the same thing is going on in the hometowns of Haley (my other favorite), Scotty, Lauren, and until last night, Jacob. The final three are decided next week and then they return to their hometowns to celebrate. I’m all anticipation.
Signing off from Boulder Creek,