Evan Nabavian doesn’t speak for all East Coast observers
To an East Coast observer, the Bay Area has always represented Los Angeles’s alien northern reaches. The Bay Area and its sound existed on the periphery of cultural markers like the Hollywood sign, G-Funk, Rodeo Drive, and Rodney King. Now, before you throw a Chuck Taylor at me (or its Bay equivalent), note that I’ve only ever spent two days on the West Coast and the only culture I absorbed was walking past some LA Kings fans. In New York, it was an exotic treat whenever the Bay’s sparse thump or its newest slang reached us. You’ll remember us being dickheads with our cars circa hyphy.