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Well, I was going to travel to Truro, my hometown, this weekend for the One Horse Town concert, that the town has won for being, well, an empty town devoid of excitement and decent entertainment. I grew up there and remember when we had a nice little nightlife complete with local bands, several venues and a young demographic that had the streets very safely full of people wandering around having a good time.
Those days are gone. The dissolve of the 1990s grunge music and hippyish kids moved on and left town with the “out west” exodus, that left the town of Truro in a downward spiral. I made several attempts to put together great bands in the area, but nobody would show. For years I’ve said Truro needs to shut down a piece of town for a party once in the summer, an evening concert. A festival as per Liverpool’s Privateer Days or something. But nothing. The Dutch Mason Blues Festival brought back some life to the area but when that left there was nothing—back to sleepy old boring Truro.
Forty years almost of my life in that town failing at trying to start an artistic scene to no avail. I moved to Halifax with the encouragement of friends who work in film in the city. Within three months, I was acting background on three of the major productions being filmed here—a film, music videos, a few commercials—and even had a few things I wrote put in the paper.
So, with my new found love of journalism, I figured I’d trip up to my little hometown and check out the street party scene as I’m not a fan of country music. It’s the crowds I like. I want to see the excitement and debauchery of the audience, the wildness. They shut down parts of the streets for this party—a great idea—and I went about asking Facebook friends for details.
It wasn’t long before I got a comment about how this was a concert for Truro not Halifaxonians. Well, there you have it. That pompous, world-revolves-around-you Truro attitude that I’ve encountered so much in my past. You got a concert put on for you by a beer company out of pity for being the most desolate, boring shit-hole in the country and your citizens have the nerve to be snotty about a journalist from the city wanting to do a nice story on your townsfolk? Well, I’m a son of a bitch, an asshole who doesn’t give a fuck about that town anymore. I left for a reason. And my little story on your town turned out a bit different, didn’t it. —Maybe Not
This article appears in Sep 15-21, 2016.
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Holey Frig, thou art a pissy little bitch, aren’t thee.
Looks like you found the perfect career path, but get yourself a decent editor.
I lived outside Truro for years. Hated the town, especially the smug townies who thought their skid marks smelled like daisies. Nothing will ever work there because all they do is bitch, bitch, bitch about what they don’t have & do fuck all about it. Small towns suck when it comes to doing anything different or innovative. They resist change and, as a result, people flee these buttfuck communities in droves. It has nothing to do with the fucking McNeil government as those assholes at the NSGEU would like you to believe.
“Forty years almost of my life in that town failing at trying to start an artistic scene to no avail.”
“Halifaxonians”
Wait, someone pays you to write? Are you sure?
It’s the small town, blame the “big city” for all our problems attitude that drives the younger generation in droves from its town limits and out west (or to the big, bad evil city). And then the people that are left all scratch their butts complaining about how no one wants to live there anymore and how the city is “stealing” all their money/resources (yet they’ll spend their last dollars on chase the ace). Sounds like every small town in Nova Scotia. It’s worse if you go to CB.
One comment from one dude = Truro has an attitude problem. Good extrapolation bro.
Try and untangle your panties for the next few days to get a little more comfortable.
Pretty typical story though, homeboy moves to the city, becomes enlightened, resents and pities hometown, becomes pretentious douche and is unaware the vibe radiates from them like a neon sign in the dark.
TL/DR: 1 person said something about come-from-aways (in this case Halifax) and the OB extrapolated that to the attitude of the whole town.
HaLOLifax I swear I wrote my comment before reading yours 🙂
Sorry, Bud, people in Truro don’t give a flying fuck how important you think your hipster ass is. Write your bitter rant so that you can stick it to your old acquaintances that think you moved away and became a giant douche. Lol, that’ll get’m, Sport, that’ll get’m.
Get over yourself, you outgrew your training town. Nobody cares!
Truro: a great place to stop for a piss…
OP, so you are upset because Truro is not the place you would like it to be. Get over it.
There are hundreds of ‘Truros’ across the country, that people leave every day to try their luck elsewhere if they feel stifled in their home town. In fact Halifax, and area, is a ‘Truro’ for many.
Generally for most folks who leave such places because of negative reasons there is no sense, except maybe for quick visits to family or friends, to revisit the place with expectations of big changes since you left. At least not necessarily in the direction you may think they should be happening.
People and places do indeed change over time, but often not in tandem as such. And for many who move to Truro – or similar places – the town will often seem to be a fairly closed shop, until your family has been there for generations. And that happens in many places too. Not to everyone but to many. Best to just get on with life and not bother pining for what likely will never be. After all if it is really their loss in any way there is no sense getting yourself in an angst knot over it.
Truro sucks. End of story. My GF is from Truro and she knows it sucks. I’m from Antigonish. Moved outta there because I didnt wanna die of starvation. Antigonish sucks too.. But at least its pretty. Truro is just ugly all around – ‘Cept Victoria Park.
Haha. It’s not just Truro 🙂