sometimes I feel like a rock star
The band did a show at Eddie's Attic this weekend, and as usual, the enigmatic Shalom Aberle mixed the hell outta that thing! We'll be posting some live recordings soon. Shalom has worked with some greats (and his ears are crafted of solid gold), and Eddie's is the room that launched Shawn Mullins and, more notably, John Mayer out into the world, so it always feels like a privilege to play there. It's such an inviting, comfortable space, the crowd is rooting for you, the staff is amazing (I've never had a waitress try to return a tip as being too generous anywhere else!), the food is good, &c. &c.
It is raining like crazy again this morning - we took the dogs out early and came home soaked. When I first moved to tha ATL in 1986, the city was a tinderbox. We were in an extended drought, it was hotter than all Hades, and I remember a spate of cars bursting into flames in parking lots. It was like Mad Max with shopping malls. We (my then roomies and myself - we were an electronica band living in a rented condo crammed full of music equipment) came home one night to see two cars burning in the grocery store parking lot across the street. A few nights later, an off-duty cop interupted a restaurant robbery and was shot to death. We had police helicopters hovering over the complex all night. We all thought the world was ending. They eventually found the guy hiding behind the record store (Turtle's, for the old-timers) we all worked at. Coincidentally, all the male members of my current band worked at Turtle's at about the same time (late 1980s). See? I managed to tie this all together...
It is raining like crazy again this morning - we took the dogs out early and came home soaked. When I first moved to tha ATL in 1986, the city was a tinderbox. We were in an extended drought, it was hotter than all Hades, and I remember a spate of cars bursting into flames in parking lots. It was like Mad Max with shopping malls. We (my then roomies and myself - we were an electronica band living in a rented condo crammed full of music equipment) came home one night to see two cars burning in the grocery store parking lot across the street. A few nights later, an off-duty cop interupted a restaurant robbery and was shot to death. We had police helicopters hovering over the complex all night. We all thought the world was ending. They eventually found the guy hiding behind the record store (Turtle's, for the old-timers) we all worked at. Coincidentally, all the male members of my current band worked at Turtle's at about the same time (late 1980s). See? I managed to tie this all together...


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