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The mix of unadorned industry and graffiti has always fascinated me, as is well known. I fondly remember my first visit to New York City in the mid-eighties when I got my hands on this book about subway graffiti that never let me go. That was always my dream of America.
South San Francisco is mainly home to people who cannot afford the rents in the city. Anyone who reads Bukowski's "Post Office" can imagine what it means to work in low-wage jobs in slaughterhouses and shipping companies in South City.
But the American Dream is alive here just like everywhere else: The predominantly Asian residents work tirelessly to send their children to good schools and perhaps one day move to a better neighborhood.
"South City, Don't Tell Anything" is, of course, a title by the band BAP from Cologne, who once played in the small Barbara Hall in Augsburg in 1984 in front of about 400 people. And even today, I still enjoy listening to Mr. Niedecken's compositions. Although they no longer blow me away musically, according to my theory, the lyrics in German are so powerful that they make up 80% of a song. Ah, and when their album "Amerika" is playing, we get quite sentimental as we look at the skyline of San Francisco from our place.
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