The creative class here largely consists of refugees who came in search of affordable real estate and a leaner, slower way of life. Like Phillips, they cling to a pastoral mentality. Oakland’s new bohemians like to stage house concerts and pickle things in jars; they grow vegetable patches, wear flannel shirts, and render their garages into blacksmithing studios. Their tastes are antithetical to the fast-paced, electronic party music that proliferates in San Francisco — here, “lo-fi” and “low-tech” are the new normal, and country music is enjoying a quiet renaissance.
The Way We Were