I suppose I could write some really cleverly critical piece that bashes society as we know it in Atlanta. I suppose I could rant and rave about how ridiculous it is that I hand out quarters to homeless crackheads one moment only to turn a corner to watch a man, who gets paid millions of dollars to throw an orange ball at net, sign autographs. I'm sure I could get down and dirty and slanderously attack the mayor of the city, even though I have no idea who he is, and try to express my feelings on how backwards the world is. Actually, I just don't give a fuck. It's life. The homeless crackhead will save his quarters and buy more crack, shaq will keep lobbing those orange balls, and I, well, I will just keep living.
Atlanta is a nice city anyway...I wouldn't rag on the mayor. (Whoever he is).
I left work as early as possible on Friday night (the 13th!) and made it to the Tabernacle just in time to see the Nintendo Fusion Tour kick off.
The first band was "The Sleeping" from New York. Typical screamo, but it was good enough.
Next up was "The Plain White T's" a group from Chicago with an upbeat clean sound. Not much else though.
Third band was "Emery", another screamo group that had a totally whacked out keyboardist/screamer who pulled a nice stunt when he stood on the hands of his screaming fans in the pit. I wish I could've taken a picture.
Fourth up was "Relient K" from Ohio. They had a huge fan base at the show, but I didn't think they were all that wonderful. I just couldn't really get down with it.
What I did think was wonderful was the show that "Hawthorne Heights" put on. They brought out the big lights and everything. By that time the Tabernacle was packed and the crowd was awesome. Pictureless and deaf I left somewhere near midnight for the Travel Lodge just down the street.
Wandering the streets at 0100 looking for food I ran into a 60 year old bum that asked me if I hated African Americans. I responded with a negative and we talked of his past experiences riding a boxcar into Atlanta. I told him if he could show me an open restaurant I would give him a few dollars towards that bread and baloney (crack) that he wanted to buy to feed his wife.
He took me to Hooters. Whatever.
The next day I woke up at about 1000 (lazy I know) and drove to the Woodruff Arts Center to check out the Louvre in Atlanta display at the High Museum of Art. I guess it was cool if you were a 50 year old white dude trying to impress your mother with your art buff-like knowledge on Louis XIV's art collection. I haven't even seen MY mother in 6 months.
So, I lasted about 45 minutes in that awful place, leaving with an aching back and a bad attitude. I did take a picture.
It took another homeless crackhead to lead me to the nearest Marta (subway) station. There I boarded the southbound to check out the Five Points district and Underground Atlanta.
Five Points was basically a crackhead hang out and shopping area and Underground Atlanta was a small underground mall. The end.
I strolled down Peachtree Street for a while and ran into a Starbucks. I purchased coffee. Shortly there after another homeless crackhead tried to take a drink of my coffee as I walked past him on the street.
Crackhead etiquette.
I continued to kill time until the Yeah Yeah Yeah's show at the Tabernacle by strolling the downtown area. Eventually I got back on the Marta to pick my truck up and then made my way to the venue.
I feel that I can't describe too much of the Yeah Yeah Yeah's performance because I don't want to ruin it for certain civilian personnel who are jealous that they have not yet seen the Yeah Yeah Yeah's live. I will respect that jealousy. If you are not Trish and you want to know more please call me at 706-513-4938.
Otherwise, the show was insane! The crowd was definitely bigger than the Hawthorne Heights show me and everyone was going nuts! Karen O can really work the crowd too. She was quite wonderful.
Anyway, that's it...!
P.S. I know I'm behind on the Northern Georgia bit, but I hope to have it together tomorrow!
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