Sometimes it's really the people that make the place
So if the rule of thumb in real estate is location, location, location then the rule in locations is the people make the place. And the ratio in Provincetown of awesomeness to assholes is quite exceptional. In fact, once the tourists leave, this place pretty much gets pretty close to the mythical land of asshole zero known only in Mother Goose rhymes and National Geographic shows set in indigenous rainforest tribal regions where none of us speak the language so we really can't even tell if they're being assholes to each other or not so pretty much this much awesomeness only exists in faery tales. And here.
And one of the cast of characters in this land of ab-fab is the ever dynamic Erik Hansen. As proprietor of the Stax of Wax record store he is pretty much the Rain Man of all things vinyl. Don't even bother asking him a question about anything ever made on one of those round disc-y things unless you feel like hearing the answer to the 10th power and then some. And like most folks that make this part of the world home, he is most definitely not a one trick pony. A functional bartender, expert level chef, and self-proclaimed friend to all mankind Erik's thread adds a unique color to the most unusual fabric of this town. And when he's not juggling the aforementioned balls, he makes busy be being an almost rock star. Which in the real world would cause someone like me to snicker and eye roll. But in this mythical land of fairies, goblins, ghosts, ninjas and pirates it just makes me say 'ah, of course, that make perfect effing sense'.
So when you make it out this way, sit back and enjoy the show. Oh, and stick out your hand and shake hands with the groovy folks on the street. Now they're not all Erik Hansens, but they're pretty damn close.
Erik rocks out like only a true renaissance man can.


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