greetings from A T L
It’s a dream. I’m in the same room everynight. The decor changes. The temperature changes. But it’s the same room. Like the black tower in Krull, magically reappearing everyday in a new city. Allways stocked with cold PBR and Heineken. The Unwed Sailor boys melt from the walls and aid consumption. There is allways a bathroom missing a stall door and smelling of stale urine. The bartender is allways attractive.
And allways the faces change. They smile. They nod. They speak kindly and undulate. They are amongst the more amazing people I have ever met. Some are old friends with trusted embraces. Most are old friends I am meeting for the first time. It is wonderful. I hope it doesn’t end.
Two weeks ago the room was in Korea Town in Los Angeles. The room had stairs in the middle and resembled a hallway, holding about 20 people at most. Crystal Antlers played that night, they were fantastic.
Yesterday the room changed twice in a day. At first it was a record store called Grimey’s, the pabst was still cold. Later it was much larger and blacker. There was whiskey, oh was there whiskey. I had never seen State Radio play before, they were one of the best bands I’ve seen in quite a while. Unwed Sailor sounded other worldly last night. How’s that for smoke blowing?
We drove though the desert to get to the room last week. The desert drove us crazy. The air conditioning broke. It was 105 degrees out. We turned into sybris jerky. We cried and our tears evaporated before reaching mid cheek.
On the 11th day the room was in McAllen, Texas, a border town. Border patrols were everywhere. The room appeared in an old elementary school. The faces made my face smile. I can’t wait to go back.
Tuesday the room at Elvis’s old karate studio in Memphis. His 40 year old sweat smell was still sexy. I met the Deadly Yawns, they sounded like oh my gawd era Flaming Lips. Me likey.
The whiskey from last night is still muddling my brain. I’ll remember more later. The room is in Atlanta, it hasn’t been here in 3 years. It is slowly taking form.
Dave, I hope this makes you happy.