Georgia
Well I’ve returned from the land of peaches and magnolias. I left for it just last Thursday to embark on the great American adventure that is traveling. Now as any good road warrior knows its best to have a solid night’s sleep before you embark on a four hour trip to the urban jungle of Atlanta. I had none to little. I felt like a wasteoid in a David Lynch film. I tell you it’s not fun being exhausted on the road. I had guzzle gallons of caffeine(well maybe not gallons). I of course naturally hit a large hail storm in the middle of downtown Atlanta during rush hour, I so enjoyed navigating through it. It took forty-five minutes longer then it should’ve but eventually I arrived at my destination. I went first to a science fiction convention that was showing the film A Genesis Found. A Genesis Found by the way is an entertaining piece, an unexpected southern indie film about the possibility of life being created at the Mississippian mounds in Moundville, AL. Anyways my brother and occasional accomplice on my notable misadventures wrote and directed the film. It was good to view, unfortunately the entire convention was comprised of English professors and Science Fiction authors, not a looker among them. Main reason I went was I was expecting that Comi-Con type atmosphere; you know geeks dress as Mr. Spock and Captain Kirk, hot babes wearing Leia’s metal bikini, a couple of wookies; that sort of thing. Shows what I know. After the two hours of watching a film I’ve already seen I embarked to a suburb twenty minutes away known as Duluth. It was boring as most suburbs are. But I got to see my pals Seth and Pat and I had not seen them in awhile so that was cool. They are in a cool garage rock style band called The Brightside Suicides. It has a uniquely Replacements sounding twang too them. They had a gig at the honky tonk known as Sweetwater. It was a rocking good time. Forty-five minutes of pure adrenaline. Of course I was hammered by the end of the set off of Bud Light and Wild Turkey. We went back to their house and their Romanian fiddle player named Gabe taught us how to play “Amazing Grace”, it was delightful it was the first time I’d ever sat on a git-jo before, how the sweet the sound it was. That night I had a political conversation with their rhythm guitarist Greg. Though he was more liberal and contrasted my libertarian stance it was most definitely civil, no blood was spilled.
The second day I found myself asleep on the floor with the hangover of the damned. Took a couple of Aleve to clear it up. It was quiet most of the damn, the boys rocked out for a few hours. By evening they decided to watch the film Gran Torino. Pat and I decided go out to a pub, it’s name escapes me. This place was cool, not for the music or the top shelf booze, but the atmosphere. It was like getting drunk at Hooters(granted a strip joint is fun too but far more expensive, plus strippers are rarely as pretty as Hooters gals). Anyways we drank two pitcher’s and a couple of shots. I went out of my way to hit on a brunette barkeep with a nice set of double D’s. It was working until three old men went up to the bar, evidently they tipped far better than I, so despite a sense of physical attraction we had towards one another; economics and greed prevailed. On the way to another bar Pat was stopped by the law. It was not pleasant. For thirty minutes a cop harassed and generally abused his authority. Pat argued that he was a law student(a blatant lie) and knew his rights. His rights were violated, the officer had no probable cause the cop claimed he pulled him over for making a wide left turn, the two places the officer might have seen him Pat had made a right turn on both occasions. Finally after much debate Pat agreed to take a breathalyzer on the condition that if he was barely above the limit he’d allow a friend to come pick us up. I of course was unaware of this and was texting Seth the whole time worried about what was going on. I thought Pat was busted and I was going to be spending the rest of my play money on bailing a friend outta a Georgia jail. He blew an 8.1, the officer let him go. Why I do not know I guess because he agreed to Pat’s conditions and might be liable for it in court. Either way Seth came back and got us and we bitched about the law got drunk off beer and watched Gran Torino.
The third day was slow, they practiced most of the day and got hammered. I drank less than I did the two previous days, I had to travel home the next day and I did not want to hangover. I got a kick-ass steak with the right seasonings made by their drummer Ben.
The fourth day I returned home from Georgia listening to mostly alt. country bands like Whiskeytown, Uncle Tupelo, Old Crow Medicine Show. It was a soothing ride. And I was so inspired by the band I came home and wrote a kick ass hard rock tune on my Gibson. Course I tuned it a half-step down like I do all rock songs I write, so it was actually much heavier then anything the Brightsides played. Still a muse is a muse isn’t it. This might strike some as odd considering I have a tendency to write folk/country/bluegrass songs. But if you know me then you know I’m a rocker. How do I merge folk/country songs I write with grunge songs you ask. Well that’s a question for another day. Trust me it works;)
Well I’ve returned from the land of peaches and magnolias. I left for it just last Thursday to embark on the great American adventure that is traveling. Now as any good road warrior knows its best to have a solid night’s sleep before you embark on a four hour trip to the urban jungle of Atlanta. I had none to little. I felt like a wasteoid in a David Lynch film. I tell you it’s not fun being exhausted on the road. I had guzzle gallons of caffeine(well maybe not gallons). I of course naturally hit a large hail storm in the middle of downtown Atlanta during rush hour, I so enjoyed navigating through it. It took forty-five minutes longer then it should’ve but eventually I arrived at my destination. I went first to a science fiction convention that was showing the film A Genesis Found. A Genesis Found by the way is an entertaining piece, an unexpected southern indie film about the possibility of life being created at the Mississippian mounds in Moundville, AL. Anyways my brother and occasional accomplice on my notable misadventures wrote and directed the film. It was good to view, unfortunately the entire convention was comprised of English professors and Science Fiction authors, not a looker among them. Main reason I went was I was expecting that Comi-Con type atmosphere; you know geeks dress as Mr. Spock and Captain Kirk, hot babes wearing Leia’s metal bikini, a couple of wookies; that sort of thing. Shows what I know. After the two hours of watching a film I’ve already seen I embarked to a suburb twenty minutes away known as Duluth. It was boring as most suburbs are. But I got to see my pals Seth and Pat and I had not seen them in awhile so that was cool. They are in a cool garage rock style band called The Brightside Suicides. It has a uniquely Replacements sounding twang too them. They had a gig at the honky tonk known as Sweetwater. It was a rocking good time. Forty-five minutes of pure adrenaline. Of course I was hammered by the end of the set off of Bud Light and Wild Turkey. We went back to their house and their Romanian fiddle player named Gabe taught us how to play “Amazing Grace”, it was delightful it was the first time I’d ever sat on a git-jo before, how the sweet the sound it was. That night I had a political conversation with their rhythm guitarist Greg. Though he was more liberal and contrasted my libertarian stance it was most definitely civil, no blood was spilled.
The second day I found myself asleep on the floor with the hangover of the damned. Took a couple of Aleve to clear it up. It was quiet most of the damn, the boys rocked out for a few hours. By evening they decided to watch the film Gran Torino. Pat and I decided go out to a pub, it’s name escapes me. This place was cool, not for the music or the top shelf booze, but the atmosphere. It was like getting drunk at Hooters(granted a strip joint is fun too but far more expensive, plus strippers are rarely as pretty as Hooters gals). Anyways we drank two pitcher’s and a couple of shots. I went out of my way to hit on a brunette barkeep with a nice set of double D’s. It was working until three old men went up to the bar, evidently they tipped far better than I, so despite a sense of physical attraction we had towards one another; economics and greed prevailed. On the way to another bar Pat was stopped by the law. It was not pleasant. For thirty minutes a cop harassed and generally abused his authority. Pat argued that he was a law student(a blatant lie) and knew his rights. His rights were violated, the officer had no probable cause the cop claimed he pulled him over for making a wide left turn, the two places the officer might have seen him Pat had made a right turn on both occasions. Finally after much debate Pat agreed to take a breathalyzer on the condition that if he was barely above the limit he’d allow a friend to come pick us up. I of course was unaware of this and was texting Seth the whole time worried about what was going on. I thought Pat was busted and I was going to be spending the rest of my play money on bailing a friend outta a Georgia jail. He blew an 8.1, the officer let him go. Why I do not know I guess because he agreed to Pat’s conditions and might be liable for it in court. Either way Seth came back and got us and we bitched about the law got drunk off beer and watched Gran Torino.
The third day was slow, they practiced most of the day and got hammered. I drank less than I did the two previous days, I had to travel home the next day and I did not want to hangover. I got a kick-ass steak with the right seasonings made by their drummer Ben.
The fourth day I returned home from Georgia listening to mostly alt. country bands like Whiskeytown, Uncle Tupelo, Old Crow Medicine Show. It was a soothing ride. And I was so inspired by the band I came home and wrote a kick ass hard rock tune on my Gibson. Course I tuned it a half-step down like I do all rock songs I write, so it was actually much heavier then anything the Brightsides played. Still a muse is a muse isn’t it. This might strike some as odd considering I have a tendency to write folk/country/bluegrass songs. But if you know me then you know I’m a rocker. How do I merge folk/country songs I write with grunge songs you ask. Well that’s a question for another day. Trust me it works;)