So Brad(eline) is one of Angela's many net friends who all _rilly_ enjoying the band
collective soul. C-sol, as those in the know say, is headlining the show, but
Angela and Brad are super excited about this up and coming band Steep. That's really
the reason that Angela wants to down here, apparently. The festivities start with
a trip to the Kmart right across from our hotel.
Apparently there is this inside joke (or something) that drives Angela to get a
sock, draw on it, and hope that one of the members of Steep will wear the sock
as the Red Hot Chili Peppers did a few years back. More amusing than this to me
was the Kmart itself. It was really old, and was actually multi-leveled with
set of escalators, as if this was a serious department store.
Angela modeled the finished product. A little
ambitious, don't you thing?
I love Chuckies. I really bummed recently when I heard that Converse is going out
of business. Sounds like the end of the white man's mocassin. I actually don't
wear chuckies much anymore because Vans tend to fit my wide feet better, but I still love them.
I took these pictures while Angela stole my laptop to find that she couldn't remember her
compewserve password, rendering her email less. But there are still chat boards!
First fan-like event for the day: celebrity softball for MS. We were going because two
of the members of C-sol were playing in the game. It was very choreographed and very fun.
This huge dude, Goldberg, was hilarious. As were just about all the players. The statues
were outside in the stadium park. Interesting, and a little strange.
So apparently that's supposed to be a peach. I'm guessing, since Georgia is the peach
state. But it really looks like an orange. The state of Georgia, city of Atlanta, or someone
really got ripped of, me thinks.
After the game we regroup and head down to the venue super early: 5:30 when doors are at 8.
But I guess this is the life a die-hard fan. Sitting on your ass on cold concrete to be right
up front, staring straight up the nostrils (or whatever) of your idol. People there
at that same time were generally scary. I didn't take my camera anywhere near the venue and
with good reason because the security was really cracking down on cameras. The only thing that
I really wished I could have captured was the venue.
The place is called The Tabernacle. It used to be a church, and then it used to
be The House of Blues, and now it's The Tabernacle. Its a nice old theatre that has been
completely vandalized. The entire place looks as though it were painted by a bunch of
over-ambitious high schools with a vision and too much pot. Very curious.
The show itself was alright. The music was good and the crowd was really annoying.
Drunk, Pissed Off, or both, mostly. Oh yeah, and the pushy blondes. These two 6 foot tall
women (6 foot 5 inches if you include their hair) really had to be front and center--where we
were--for the second band. push and shove. And then this same band throws a sweat-soaked banner
straight over my head into the crowd. A two minute brawl erupts with one guy nearly being choked
into unconsciousness with the banner wrapped around his neck. Nice. The South rocks.
I was pumped by the end of the concert and wanted to do something interesting. I had heard
that there were pretty cool clubs not too far away. But instead we end up sitting around the
back of the Venue for 2 hours, Angela and Brad waiting with all the fans hoping to catch a
their fave rock star as he goes to the bus to get something. Sigh. I praised my forethought
in at least bringing my cell phone and talked to my sister for a while. We discuss a new artists
she's heard, Scanner, and how crappy the X-files are getting. By the end of gaggling, the ladies
are too tired for anything else and we head back to the Buckhead. =P