I made the venture up to Atlanta this past week.
It's the conference time of year for the wife, so I decided to pack my bags and take the journey with her. This tends to be the way of things since county money pays for the only vacation we ever seem to get. There aren't a lot of perks in the film business at my level and the regular day job world seems completely immune from re-accepting me into it.
The above image represents my view for much of my four days there. I decided on the one that evoked imprisonment as a statement on the vibe I got from the city as well as my chosen way to spend my time there. I hauled myself up in the room. It wasn't due to the allure of the non-existent mini-bar or the pay-per-view porn or the nearly dozen pillows on the bed that I spent so much time there. Nope.
Ever since I found myself storming through that stage adaptation, I have felt like the updated version of myself with fewer of the kinks that made the last version so unstable. I have felt tireless again and insanely interested in "doing". After spending a month going out nearly every night, this verve has flowed into my working life.
So, what's this all have to do with Atlanta?
I don't know. Does it matter?
Aaaahhhh...Hotlanta. Last time I was there I was wearing a spaghetti strap top in a freak 45-degree cold snap watching Courtney Love rip through a violent set at the Music Midtown festival. Saw The Black Crowes, too and Chris Robinson became my temporary soulmate. Other than that...yeah...it sucks.
ReplyDeletestevie - that I will give Atlanta. I saw several bulletin boards full of upcoming shows. some famous, some infamous, some indie, some not. why most of these folks don't come south of there really perplexes me.
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