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  • Don’t forget the Motor City: further musings on Detroit

    March 27, 2012 @ 8:35 am | by Jim Carroll

    About a year ago, New York mayor Michael Bloomberg proposed a solution for Detroit’s woes. Why not, pitched Bloomberg, give green cards to immigrants if they agreed to live and work in Detroit for, say, five years? Immigrants work hard, bring new ideas with them and always start up lots and lots of new businesses.

    I remember at the time thinking that it was an interesting idea, but didn’t really get what Bloomberg was on about. After spending time in the Motor City, I’m hearing exactly where the New Yorker is coming from. Detroit needs people. That’s the solution to the city’s woes in one word: people. Two words? More people. Three words? Lots of people. I don’t think I’ve ever been in a major league city which is so densely underpopulated. I wrote on Friday that the downtown area was sparse and quiet at night, but you can apply the same description to nearly every area of the city. Detroit needs people.

    Yes, it also needs a lot of building and infrastructural work. As we know from the Ruins Of Detroit exhibition and tons of ruin-porn articles, parts of the city are in ruins. But “parts” is the operative word. For every gaping hole in a city block or large building torn and ripped asunder, there are plenty of other gaffs on the same block with people getting on with life. For every horrendous story you read about life in a lawless town (a story which makes you think about Danny Brown’s narrative on “Scrap Or Die” in a whole new light), there are fancy restaurants doing upscale dining and making cash. Like a ton of other cities across America, from Memphis to New Orleans, it’s a story of the haves and the have-nots.

    There was a great piece in the New York Times at the weekend about New Orleans (it pinpoints some interesting developments in that city as nature takes over in the Lower Ninth ward from urban blight and strife) which produced a startling statistic about Detroit: during the last 60 years, the city has lost 1.1 million people, roughly the population of Dallas. The city hasn’t shrunk as those people have moved away, but there’s just not enough people to keep the infrastructure in use as was once the case. As a result, everything from the roads (there are potholes on Michigan Avenue which look like moon craters) to public transport (you’ll look at Dublin Bus in a whole new light) have been hit and hit hard. A city without people will always go to rack and ruin.

    All last week in Detroit, the local media were full of stories about the city’s financial mess. There’s a massive budget deficit, the city is out of cash, services can’t be funded and a state of emergency is nigh with the state about to take over the running of the city. Life may continue on as the City Hall fandango plays itself out – life always plays itself out on the streets as these local government games go on – but it’s a strong indication of Detroit’s fall from grace because these favours and funds will have to be repaid.

    There are, of course, others besides Bloomberg pitching it with ideas and plans. Like every city worldwide, there’s a couple of start-up hubs in place to tap into any new tech ideas in the city which have the world the motor industry and Motown. But it takes more than just having the means in place for a culture to take hold. There was a very interesting discussion on The Craig Fahle Show on WDET last week about why the city is so bad when it comes to entrepreneurship, with one speaker putting it down to historical reasons. Out in San Francisco and on the west coast, there’s a tradition of wanting to do it yourself and start a business in your garage; in Detroit, the tradition has always been to go work for one of the big companies in town like your daddy and his daddy before him. As we’ve seen with the closure of Dell in Limerick and well-intentioned but wrongheaded hopes that laid-off workers would start lots of small businesses in the area, it’s hard to foist new traditions on a workforce.

    Detroit’s biggest advantage right now are the people who are still there who want to make a go of their hometown. They don’t want to see the city continue in the state it’s in or be a place where stories about crimes, deprevation and decay are what dominate the news agenda. They want the city to be a place to be reckoned with again, a place which can stand tall again, a place they’re proud to call home again. There might be a feeling elsewhere that America has moved on and has forgotten those places like Detroit and New Orleans, but there are plenty of people not prepared to let that happen. Because people are what make the world go round, they’re the ones who will have the final say in how this one goes down.

  • The re-up – from Belem to bedlam

    August 24, 2008 @ 9:13 pm | by Jim Carroll

    (1) Who killed Sam Sparro? Well, it was certainly not the Lovebox people who had him on the bill for Marlay Park last weeked on their website from the get-go. So, lets try to get this straight. Sparro was announced for Lovebox in Dublin. Cometh the hour, though, not cometh the man. There was no sign of him on the running order for the show, there was no word from the promoters about the cancellation and the gig was not even mentioned on his MySpace. Like, what the hell happened there? Will the hundreds (nah, thousands) of Sparro fans who bought a ticket for the show be able to get a refund because he didn’t show? Is Sparro the new Prince? And, while we’re at it, any other stories from the Box Of Love people would like to share with the group?

    (2) More hell. Does anyone know what the hell is going on at State magazine? In terms of weird posts, this one takes the gold, silver and bronze medals (though some may be calling for a dope test). Is this the curse of Abbagate?

    (3) Hot as hell? We’re on a roll here, people, stick with us. Belem was hot. Proper tropical humidity all day long except for the two crazy monsoon showers. Only mad dogs and Irishmen would go for a stroll in this kind of Amazonian heat. Actually, hang on, the dogs gave it a miss too. Belem was where I got a taste of tecnobrega, the completely insane favela pop music which ducks and dives, cuts and pastes, robs and steals from all over the place. Culchie baile funk – if only Diplo had come here instead of Sao Paulo and he had taken a ride with the taxi-driver we had on Sunday morning (I reckon he was one of the Senna family). By the by, the tecnobrega scene is a part of the music industry that is using piracy in a very interesting way.

    (4) What does hell look like? Hey, I like the way this is going. Want a sneak preview of The 02? Thrillpier Ian has had a quick look around inside.

    (5) Hell, no. The Liquid Liquid show has been pulled. Not enough people prepared to pay for tickets, methinks.

    (6) The Brazilian adventure is now at an end, with our last seminar taking place on Saturday in Belem. It really did feel like a band on tour, complete with moaning, whinges, in-jokes, superb catering, tantrums and some fantastic star performances. What we need now is an agent to book us some shows in Argentina, Mexico and Chile. Any takers? Muito obrigada to my travelling companions for sharing the trip.

    (7) Hell, no (parte dois). Seems like Lenny is also not coming to town. A mooted gig at Dublin’s 02 had been listed on his website for December 1, but it has now been yanked from the list. Maybe Lenny has made enough cash from his Irish dates this year to pay for a new hat and some nice Christmas presents for the folks.

    (8) Hey, any reports from the gig by the other Lenny last week? How many people showed up for it? Did it rain? Was it ironic? Any of those MCD folks who usually hang out here care to give us a copy of the Ticketmaster manifest for the show? C’mon guys, I keep showing you mine so you should show me yours.

    (9) Fiddy, can you spare a dime? Here’s why 50 Cent is the richest cash cow in hip-hop, even if he never spits into a mic again. Many of us hope his people at Goldman Sachs and Morgan Stanley are telling him to give up the rapping and stick with the mining.

    (10) Did you know that girls are not supposed to go to gigs? You didn’t? Well, you’re missing all the fun over at Chez Rocks.

    (11) If there’s a hell below, we’re all going to go. Have a read of this fine piece by Hugh Linehan on Paul Durcan’s strop with the Catholic Church (or as Hugh puts it “the unattractive spectacle of ageing irreconcilables hurling juvenile insults at Catholic bishops for doing what Catholic bishops are supposed to do. And worse, in verse”).

    Much to quote from it, including this:

    “But there does appear to be a generation which, despite having raged against the church since puberty, seems unwilling just to let it go its own way. Perhaps due to unpleasant formative experiences at the hands of the Catholic education system of the 1950s and 1960s, it seems to regress to the most tedious and banal adolescent abuse whenever the subject comes up.”

    (12) And finally, keeping with the religious theme, we hear that POD Concerts have brought in a large consignment of Child of Prague statues ahead of next weekend. The word according to the weatherman, for those who still have faith in that particular testament, is as follows:

    “Thursday will be largely dry and bright with sunny spells. Feeling very mild, even warm with highest temperatures ranging 18 to 23 degrees, again warmest across the southern half of the country, with mainly moderate southwesterly breezes persisting.”

    Here’s a video from the Stradbally-bound Wilco to get folks in the mood. Hey, anyone know any good songs about wellingtons and mud?

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