If New Orleans is not fully in the mainstream of culture, neither is it fully in the mainstream of time. Lacking a well-defined present, it lives somewhere between its past and its future, as if uncertain whether to advance or to retreat. Perhaps it is its perpetual ambivalence that is its secret charm. Somewhere between Preservation Hall and the Superdome, between voodoo and cybernetics, New Orleans listens eagerly to the seductive promises of the future but keeps at least one foot firmly planted in its history, and in the end, conforms, like an artist, not to the world but to its own inner being--ever mindful of its personal style.
The mainstream is always under attack.
I listen to jazz mainly. Mainstream jazz.
The tablet is not mainstream. Reading off the screen is not mainstream.
My proposal happens to be very mainstream.
The mainstream needs Ellen DeGeneres and Rosie O'Donnell. The mainstream needs RuPaul.
The mainstream thinks that every skateboarder aspires to be in the X Games.
The mainstream is generally garbage. Look at the heavily subsidized theaters.