Posted: August 10th, 2009 | Author: nicklemay | Filed under: 4TH WARD HEROES, BLOG, EVENTS
Judi Chicago and Noot d’Noot 8/8/09
This night I was amongst the hipster republic of Little 5 Points pondering the nostalgic wonder of young experience. We are all adults here in the Starbar, at least by the amount of years we’ve traversed the Earth, stumbling through buildings and attempting to ascertain the beauty of some strange landscape and rambling into reckless experimentation with various….drugs.
I mostly found a fondly close comfort in the fact that we are all still children. Yes, we, and by we I mean the collective young “adults,” have not deviated much from the lost days of silent lunch, boy-girl-boy-girl seating arrangement, or nap-time. We do not fall far from the primitive tree of child-like desire. We might even catch ourselves crying from a scrape on the knee after falling from that tree.
The important thing for us now is to capture that small window of vivid happiness. It is important to not analyze or intellectualize those negative occurrences we see in the great hill of life. Towards the bottom of that hill is a pit of fire and lava and all the women (or men) you pissed off with your genitals. Don’t look at it though. Just embrace it as an experience worth having, because they’re all worth having.
This leading to a concert review. I promise. I’m almost completely positive that maybe it will turn out to be probable.
I only thought all of this because I remember the first time I fell in love with Atlanta. I walked through the Krog Street tunnel, slightly inebriated and missing clothes that would’ve covered my lovelies. It was easy to feel love after enormous amounts of alcohol.
I fell in love with Judi Chicago’s music in a similar way, however, this particular time I was wearing my clothes…most of the time. “Mad Ape” came on and this youthful energy exploded during the chorus. It was as if we had been holding back for so long. Maybe those silent lunches and boy-girl seating and countless rules thrust on our tiny backs had finally been lifted. And it was lifting, or liberating, or any other ridiculous human emotion that one associates with being happy.
Later that night, I was viciously accosted by a strange little girl. She choked me. She put some kitten-like scars on either side of my neck. It was an aggressive cat scratch. A little girl coming at me like whirlwind of teeth and fingernails and absolute insanity manifested from some previous childhood issue. I preceded to put her in a deserved head lock. This little black haired girl is the silent partner of a posh midtown eatery or so my memory tells me.
Afterwards, I made this delicious grilled cheese sandwich with jalapeños. I recommend it. Really, come to my house. This is all I do. I get bored and make sandwiches. It helps me keep my youth while still pretending to have responsibility.
I think I shit my pants later on that fine day, though. I’m good about twice a year for that.
On a more conservative note…..
5 Straitlaced Things to do on a Monday in Atlanta:
1. Find shrooms. Go to the park. Stare at clouds.Then go to www.iprelay.com and phone your friends…seriously. Possibly the most entertaining thing to do with your time. Ever.
2. Find more shrooms. Take off work. Paint your walls. Make a Diet Coke Bomb with Mentos.
3. Find shrooms. Go to Java Lords. Get 14 $1 dollar PBRs. Try to remember the night.
4. Find shrooms. Call an old friend. Go break shit at a junkyard.
5. Stop doing mushrooms and writing inane lists.
P.S. Toy Story 2 was O.K.
Here’s a joke to tell your friends when you’re afraid they hate you for not being funny:
What did Adam say when Eve jumped into the river at the Garden of Eden?
(The stupid freaking answer): “Son-of-a-labia-licker! Now all the fish are gonna smell like that…
Posted: August 7th, 2009 | Author: nicklemay | Filed under: 4TH WARD HEROES, BLOG, EVENTS
The Show
Ah… the 529…a gaggle of gathering hipsters wasting their money and brain cells. What is it about music that helps us socialize as young humans? The answer doesn’t really matter, though. The answer is too obvious. And if you’re confused by that, then…well I probably haven’t met you.
This night was like others. The moon was out. The polluted canvas of the Atlanta sky still enveloped the flicker of a star. That might be cancerous. This night was unlike any other in that there were bands playing that were worth a listen.
The Ropes came from New York to dazzle drunkards with a Lo-Fi multi electronic sound.
Today the Moon Tomorrow the Sun: a band that should already be famous.
And I’ve seen them play on many an occasion throughout the past six months. But this occasion I felt as though it was like being with a faraway, but fond lover. Sometimes you’re forced to make love to them, but there are those moments. There are those weird moments where it all seems to fit, and the lighting is skating across the spectrum, and she makes the right move, and she makes the right sound and you can’t help but flop on your back to imbibe such an unpredictable, ancillary beauty. Even so, you still sort of hate her for it.
In short, they deserve the record deal that’s coming to them. I didn’t tell you that.
When the Going Gets Weird, the Weird go to Starbar
So since the nights tend to meld together in such a mellow fashion in this town, I’m reminded of a later show at the Starbar. A heavy electronic show played by the Octopus Project.
The next most astute observation overheard since the one-eyed hobo lady was Derek Lyn Plastic: “this band sucks.”
For the first time in a couple of moons, I stood on my own ground. I kept my opinion wide open, like the vaginal hole of a Clermont Lounge beauty, tempting you into a hallway of love. I disagreed with Derek Lyn Plastic that night. I sat pensive afterwards, enjoying my new favorite band…Octopus Project.
I wondered if anyone else drew a thought from their mind while tirelessly dancing, or drinking, or just hoping they would get laid again in some sort of depraved stupor.
Mostly, though, I just forgot about what people cared for, what lies they told to their friends, what music they could jump up from their normal life to see, what they actually did with their boogers, or what lady might meander my way to satisfy my own depraved desires while I sit in an inebriated torpor on my ridiculous bed.
It turned out that I just drove home and smiled a bit. Just a little bit. Just long enough to stop thinking. Just long enough to realize that eventually the inevitability of conscious thought would come upon me again in it’s ironic wonder. Smiled just long enough to sleep.
And then I woke up to a lady sprawled across the bed next to me.
Posted: July 6th, 2009 | Author: 4th Ward Heroes | Filed under: 4TH WARD HEROES, BLOG, EVENTS
Consider this your insider’s view to Corndogorama 2009! We hope everyone had a fantastic time. It was worth the sweat & there were no tears. Big thanks to our hero, the super talented, John Goetzinger for capturing so many of the amazing performances on film. John has a lot of experience shooting musicians in their natural habitat. And it shows! You can check out his flickr page here: http://flickr.com/photos/fuckyouninja/ or visit his blog here: http://atlantagardener.blogspot.com/ Stalk him on the facebooks here: http://www.facebook.com/people/John-Goetzinger/577807501
When I was not running around like a banshee, I had time to take a few point & shoots mostly backstage. The quality is not so good, but the moments are priceless. Enjoy!
Sound guy. He was a real trip. Thanks sound guy! Photo by John Goetzinger.
Our Heroes! Travis Thatcher & Nick LeMay. Photo by John Goetzinger.
JTrav & Aliya holdin it down at check-in. Photo by John Goetzinger.
The man, the myth, the legend sits down for an interview. Photo by John Goetzinger.
Some 4th Ward Heroes and our now freely distributed First Edition 4th Ward Heroes Tees. Photo by Malissa Sole.
CJ from A Fight to the Death testing for drummer sweat patterns. Photo by Malissa Sole.
JTrav was right when he said Aliya, Adam, and he are forming the skinny people's club. Photo by John Goetzinger.
Where's JTrav? There he is! Photo by Malissa Sole.
Noot d' Noot chillin. Photo by Malissa Sole.
Howlies bought a house right behind Corndog. Coincidence? You decide! We took some time to celebrate with them. Aaron made us some tasty mint beverages. Photo by Malissa Sole.
Taylor from Ocha La Rocha loves the Whynatte & so do we! Photo by Malissa Sole.
Look at those corndog eatin peeps. Photo by Malissa Sole.
Dave from the Judies is basking in what is left of the East Atlanta sun. Photo by Malissa Sole.
A packed house for the Judi Chicago Corndogorama afterparty. Photo by John Goetzinger.
Ben wearing his stunna shades. Photo by John Goetzinger.
Travis rocks the keytar. Ben puts a fan into the Coleman trance. Photo by John Goetzinger.
Some of the Noot d' Noot boys join Judi Chicago @ the afterparty. This combination always makes for a fantastic set. Photo by John Goetzinger.
Travis Thatcher from Judi Chicago is never too tired to DANCE! I spy a hero in this photo by John Goetzinger.
This fella is having a great time at the afterparty! Photo by John Goetzinger.
Hell yeah! New Judi Chicago Fan! Photo by John Goetzinger.
DJ Nick Fresh came up from Jacksonville to join Judi Chicago at the afterparty, thanks to our friends over at Whynatte! Hope to see him again real soon! Photo by John Goetzinger.
This Piano Plays Itself hitting that sweet note. Photo by John Goetzinger.
Today the Moon Tomorrow the Sun power couple rockin out on the main stage. We hear they will join The Ropes on August 3rd @ 529! Awesome. Photo by John Goetzinger.
This Piano Plays Itself pulls out the big horns. Photo by John Goetzinger.
Twin Tigers made our psychic hearts beat harder than ever. Photo by John Goetzinger.
Grinder Nova appearing in Resevoir Dogs 2. In theatres this fall! Photo by John Goetzinger.
Great pic of UKU guitarist. Photo by John Goetzinger.
Jeffrey Butzer played more instruments than anyone and pulled a great set.Photo by John Goetzinger.
CJ from A Fight to the Death lookin cool strummin his hollow body. Photo by John Goetzinger.
Ruby Velle looking great with her band The Soulphonics. Photo by John Goetzinger.
Batata Doce was just as sweet as their name. Photo by John Goetzinger.
Malissa captures it all! Photo by John Goetzinger.
Adam and Malissa don't take breaks. Photo by John Goetzinger.
Cadillac Jones comin out to play in their summer colors. Photo by John Goetzinger.
Our one & only writer Nick LeMay (you can call him John-Boy) livin it up! Photo by John Goetzinger.
Western Civ were a new favorite. Photo by John Goetzinger.
Sweet Bon of Abby Gogo. Photo by John Goetzinger.
Bon from Abby Gogo shining under the bright lights. Photo by John Goetzinger.
Abby Gogo in full color. Photo by John Goetzinger.
The crowd dug Abby Gogo's late night set. Photo by John Goetzinger.
Judi Chicago killin a set on the main stage. Photo by John Goetzinger.
Even that huge stage can't hold a man of the people like Travis Thatcher. Photo by John Goetzinger.
Dead Confederate ending out the festival with one amazing set! Photo by John Goetzinger.
