Indeed, Durham does rock--with incredible, even legendary, bands such as High Master, Rainbow Pony Squad, Pepé La Douche, Def Sentence, Shipwrecker, Dom Casual, Midtown Dickens, Scene of the Crime Rovers, and many, many more (see this Indy article for a rough guide to the scene.)
But I, unfortunately, am not talking about rock and roll music. I am talking about rocks. Stones. Boulders. Pebbles. In short: Rocks.
All over Durham -- more than any town I've ever been in, and by a wide wide margin -- there are rocks just lying around. Big rocks, little rocks. Just rocks. All over the place. Take a look at the photo above? See that one to the left of the strip mine masquerading as a road? That thing was just sitting in the middle of the road a good several inches larger than my fist. It was a big damn rock.
And that's just the beginning -- does Durham have some bizarre magnetic force that draws meteorites to our fair burgh?
I mean, we're not living out in the woods, right? This is a fairly good-sized city, and it's just covered with rocks. Aren't there machines that like sweep up the roads or something? Do we not have those around here?
Here's another of Durham's fine rocks -- granted this one was on the side of the road -- but it definitely still had the stink of asphalt on it:
And this one too -- those are DHTWRITW's chief photographer Violet Rumble's boots to give some perspective:
I mean, where, exactly, are these rocks coming from?