Atlanta, Georgia – MWF is a bigger fan of The Residents than I am. Still, I do know their place in the pantheon of 20th century avant-garde acts and felt at ease in the company of everything that went down. I spotted a few Athens peeps in the crowd but not as many as I thought would turn up. All in all, this show melted my mind with or without the three cans of Bell’s Two Hearted. Glad to have been witness to it.
Me, in one of my sensitive spaces – a museum filled with art. Most delicious. Most calming. Most toe curling. Most freeing. A bit jarring. All of the synapses in my brain are firing. It’s neon. On this eve, Athens based photographer, Sandra Rek and I took in a powerful lecture (How AIDS Changed American Art) and soon after walked the grounds.
Art, moments like this, always takes my breath away. I have agency and none at all – which in short – is life.
Atlanta, Georgia – The godfathers of Punk’s set (last night at The Earl) was tight. The boys from Detroit came at us with everything in their musical arsenal: gritty Rock & Roll, trad Punk noise with a tinge of psychedelic Soul. You would be hard pressed to find another hard rock group that can also take you to church.
Slam dancing was in full effect, peppered with a body or two surfing the crowd. All fists pumping into the thick night air.
Photographs I snapped are grainy. That said, it was a sign to put the cellular telephone down and simply enjoy the ride.