Editor’s note: The DIFF team is sad to see Angry Ed Moffett leave our lovely city for smog-filled, silicone bodied L.A. We wish him well and will miss his wit, sarcasm, cynicism and well, pretty darn good writing. Good Luck and make sure you give us back-stage passes when you get famous. By the way here’s Angry Ed Moffett’s music profile.
by Ed Moffett
I’ve been in Michigan for a year now, and I just don’t think I can handle another winter, so I’m going back to California. DIFF president, Clayton Closson requested a departure post. Mind you, I’ll still gladly “contribute,” after I’ve gone – I’ll just be ranting and raving about what sucks from the other side of the country.
Anyway, I needed a final topic – a grand finale’ if you will – something bigger and more interesting than complaints about driving, smoking, or poor customer service in a hardware store. President Closson suggested a contrast, revealing “The DIFF” between life in southern California, and life in Detroit. DONE!
So, where to begin… Hmm. Well, Detroit has SO much to offer. –A lot that I will be very sad to leave. Things you just can’t find out on the West Coast, like the great lakes!!! Miles and miles of beautiful beaches and coastline! Oh wait, I forgot about the Pacific ocean. Hmm… What else? How’ bout the beautiful winter ski resorts up north like Boyne! Oh, Cali’s got Big Bear and Mammoth… Ok, well, what about the exciting nightlife of Greektown and the Casinos? Vegas is only a 3 hour drive from LA. Ok, Detroit’s got clean air! Actually, no, it doesn’t. In fact, it’s #6 on the “most polluted cities of ‘07” list. AH, I GOT IT!!!! Detroit’s got THE TIGERS!!! Umm… right.
But seriously, unless I’m ready to raise a family, there’s not much around here that I need or could perhaps enjoy to any greater degree than the offerings of Los Angeles. I’m strapped for reasons to stay, and when I compare my new quality of life to what I left behind, excepting the time I’ve spent with the people I love, I feel a sense of loss for 2007. So, I’ve opted to return to endless sunny days, year-round outdoor dining, pothole-free roads, running outside in shorts in January, smoke-free bars and restaurants, fresh fish in the markets, orange trees in my yard, my favorite musicians and comedians performing regularly down the street, the beach, the mountains, a surplus of beautiful women, a broader spectrum of cultural options, and perhaps most important, the feeling that “this” is not all there is, and that anything can happen.
So, as of September 20th, I’ll once again be an official resident of Los Angeles. To my new friends from QL, thanks! You’re hands-down some of the finest people I have ever known. It was incredibly easy to get close to you and I’ll miss you dearly. Next time you’re in the city of the Angels, call me up and we’ll go raise some Hell! Well, to be honest, we’ll probably just go out for a quiet dinner and a few drinks – I had to try to be clever with the whole Angels / Hell thing. Sorry.
See ya, Detroit!