The grass grows greener, the sun, it shines brighter and the sky is bluer in Beverly Hills." scoffs a resident Angeleno. Yet as the iconic gold and chestnut Beverly Hills shield comes into view, the derisive attitude towards the Golden Triangle city drifts a little, for lo and behold, the sky is suddenly a serene ceiling of cerulean blue.
Steve raises his voice, a bit of the old punk rage perhaps asserting itself again after all these years. "You had to work to go and see a band back in '77, had to get off your arse and go to a gig, and then go to a record store to purchase the product. There was a lot more work involved. Now it's just mindless consumption."