I'm Coming

How cool would it be to have a house in the middle of downtown?

I was just thinking about what I'm going to buy after I break out and I remembered that Barak Obama--the unifier of black and white, right and left--just got a $1.9 Mil mansion on the S. Side. Which means that I, the unifier of art and commerce--should have $40-60 mil or so for new digs. But I don't want anything too big. That'd just be wierd and cavernous.

Then I was thinking, what if I put $40 mil into real estate and built a $5 mil house? Across the street from the watertower downtown. Right on The Magnificent Mile (imagine 5th Avenue in NY).

Yeah, I'd have to get triple paned windows, and really good bottom-up curtains, but what a joy to bring some damn sense back to our insanity! What a joy to re-integrate living with our commerce. How fun to have the best restaurants walking distance. And Saks be your five and dime. The Polo flagship your mom and pop cornerstore (we'll have to see if we can get them to stock seltzer and fresh juices. There's even a Whole Foods already down there).

I can just see it--BBQing out front in my wife-lover t-shirt. Flipping the ribs and putting the corn on while semi-neurotic suburban matrons scuttle past late for lunch. If any of them, on my invitation, stopped for a bite, the whole history of western civ. could turn on got-damned dime. If they showed up the next week with some friends and a side dish, we'd be done.

I could sit out front with my guitar and play songs while the kids ran and yelled with their friends around the pool! "No running by the pool!"

My wife would be sunning on the roof. Or by the pool.

You'd need a lot of land. You'd need a private courtyard (with a killer garden to absorb and deflect the wierd juju coming off the hustlers and businessmen--and the disapproving glares of whatever women couldn't handle seeing our youngest wearing nothing but diapers when it's 90 out). You'd need grass and trees.

But if you had a whole block or two. Living quarters, a studio, a garden, a wrap-around front porch, a couple guest houses, business offices and a separate painting studio with skylights.

Or a couple blocks even.

You could chill downtown out in spite of itself. Make it more beautiful and loving despite the insanity it took to build it. Convert it back to sacred ground.

Without messing up what it does best--create value.

You'd force people back to sanity. Force them to be real.

And the real estate values would skyrocket. Fresh flowers erupting from every windowbox.

Every kid in America would dream of writing the next Love Artist. Painting the next Starry Night. Getting better at love and using creativity to do so.

One episode of Cribs and it'd be on around the world.

I win.

And some of the commerce would be forced back into the neighborhoods. People would start decentralize their own lives. Their own minds and souls.

Work toward unification.

I'd force them into the very culture they've dreamed of for so long, where walks, dancing in public (without being drunk and with strangers), and enjoyable, loving home-made music were the norm.

And their kids would get to keep dancing, keep singing, keep making beats and playing piano and painting.

To make money!

Just by someone going first.

God bless the free market!!

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