![FEBRUARY 27 – THE FIVE SPOT, ATLANTA, GA [SHOW #159]
[DF] We’ve been in Atlanta a few times before, but have never really spent any time hanging out in town, so we decided to wander down to Little 5 Points to check out Criminal Records and grab some coffee to kill some time. The status of our scheduled show for the evening in Columbia, SC was up in the air – we had been informed a week prior that no locals could be found for the bill and that it might not be worth our time to drive up there just to play to no one and for the bar to lose money. So we called up to the venue while still in Atlanta and were advised to not even bother with the show, giving us the dreaded night off from having a show. We had noticed a music venue a few doors down from Criminal Records, so we wandered in to see whether we could play there that evening. Immediately, we talked to Captain Kirk, the owner of the place, who was more than happy to let us play a free show and, you know, just “make it happen”. He said he couldn’t throw us any money, but we’d have a place to play and maybe sell some merch, and he’d get us some free PBR’s. Sounded great to us given our situation.
Loaded in at 7:00pm, played some euchre, met a nice guy Brendan, and were delivered our drink tickets from the excellent bartender, Dusty. A huge stack – 24 drink tickets! So many venues give us two per person, maybe three, so this was a pleasant surprise. To top off the beer deal, we discovered that they were for the 16 oz. tall-boys of PBR. What a deal! Glad we talked to Captain Kirk earlier on in the evening.
There weren’t too many people in attendance – it was a last-minute show on a Sunday night after all, and competing with the Academy Awards probably wasn’t doing us any favors either – but we had a really fun show, playing an epic 17-song set. The sound in the room was fantastic, and we were all in a good mood hollering on stage to Joe’s trumpet solos.
Speaking of hollering – now to the interesting part of the evening. There had been a random guy hanging out behind the stage the whole time, occasionally throwing Patrick the devil horns through the curtain behind the stage. In between songs, and sometimes during them, he would make a lot of noise – whoops and hollers, etc. I couldn’t see him back there, but he seemed like a bit of a character. Well, shortly before our last song, the bartender noticed him back there wielding some sort of stick or something, and so Dusty went back there to kick him out of the venue. The situation apparently escalated into a push-and-shove between the two as the man had to be forcibly removed from the venue through the door behind the stage. On his way out, the man raised his arm high and sprayed pepper spray into the venue. (At this point, we are still unaware of what’s going on behind us.) I start to sing the last song of the evening – the 7-minute “Cemetery Glow” - and immediately start uncontrollably coughing. I could barely make it through a single line throughout the entire song without coughing, a slight burning sensation in my throat the whole time. Unbeknownst to me, Patrick, Joe, and David were sneezing constantly the entire song, as was everyone else in the venue. None of us could figure out what was going on, and it wasn’t until the end of the show that we discovered the news about the pepper spray. We immediately exited the venue after the song to get some fresh air only to find two or three people having sex by the dumpster in the shady parking lot next to the building – one a friendly hooker whom had borrowed Dave’s lighter earlier in the evening. We start loading our equipment out of the venue and the parking lot erupts into relative chaos as a yelling fight between two groups of people begins in the parking lot, causing the dumpster-sex to cease. Captain Kirk calls the cops, we finish loading the van and return to the serenity of Mary O’s house.
The word we heard: “It don’t matter which one, I’m from either” –Angry woman in the parking lot, when Joe asked to clarify which “Gainesville trash” was being referred to in the shouting match, Georgia or Florida
Our friend the Bartend: Dusty
Sound Tech we respect: Captain Kirk
The pad was rad: Mary O
Monument / Some Ordinary Vision / Thousand Colors / Dracula’s Casket / Friends in the Band / Pacific Sunrise / Make Love a Star / Calling Card / Born on Date / Underground Bed / Camille Claudel / Collage of Impressions / Church on Mars / Terminal / Torpedoes on Tuesday / Reoccurring Kind / Cemetery Glow](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lhi36aXKGv1qahyhxo1_1280.jpg)
FEBRUARY 27 – THE FIVE SPOT, ATLANTA, GA [SHOW #159]
[DF] We’ve been in Atlanta a few times before, but have never really spent any time hanging out in town, so we decided to wander down to Little 5 Points to check out Criminal Records and grab some coffee to kill some time. The status of our scheduled show for the evening in Columbia, SC was up in the air – we had been informed a week prior that no locals could be found for the bill and that it might not be worth our time to drive up there just to play to no one and for the bar to lose money. So we called up to the venue while still in Atlanta and were advised to not even bother with the show, giving us the dreaded night off from having a show. We had noticed a music venue a few doors down from Criminal Records, so we wandered in to see whether we could play there that evening. Immediately, we talked to Captain Kirk, the owner of the place, who was more than happy to let us play a free show and, you know, just “make it happen”. He said he couldn’t throw us any money, but we’d have a place to play and maybe sell some merch, and he’d get us some free PBR’s. Sounded great to us given our situation.
Loaded in at 7:00pm, played some euchre, met a nice guy Brendan, and were delivered our drink tickets from the excellent bartender, Dusty. A huge stack – 24 drink tickets! So many venues give us two per person, maybe three, so this was a pleasant surprise. To top off the beer deal, we discovered that they were for the 16 oz. tall-boys of PBR. What a deal! Glad we talked to Captain Kirk earlier on in the evening.
There weren’t too many people in attendance – it was a last-minute show on a Sunday night after all, and competing with the Academy Awards probably wasn’t doing us any favors either – but we had a really fun show, playing an epic 17-song set. The sound in the room was fantastic, and we were all in a good mood hollering on stage to Joe’s trumpet solos.
Speaking of hollering – now to the interesting part of the evening. There had been a random guy hanging out behind the stage the whole time, occasionally throwing Patrick the devil horns through the curtain behind the stage. In between songs, and sometimes during them, he would make a lot of noise – whoops and hollers, etc. I couldn’t see him back there, but he seemed like a bit of a character. Well, shortly before our last song, the bartender noticed him back there wielding some sort of stick or something, and so Dusty went back there to kick him out of the venue. The situation apparently escalated into a push-and-shove between the two as the man had to be forcibly removed from the venue through the door behind the stage. On his way out, the man raised his arm high and sprayed pepper spray into the venue. (At this point, we are still unaware of what’s going on behind us.) I start to sing the last song of the evening – the 7-minute “Cemetery Glow” - and immediately start uncontrollably coughing. I could barely make it through a single line throughout the entire song without coughing, a slight burning sensation in my throat the whole time. Unbeknownst to me, Patrick, Joe, and David were sneezing constantly the entire song, as was everyone else in the venue. None of us could figure out what was going on, and it wasn’t until the end of the show that we discovered the news about the pepper spray. We immediately exited the venue after the song to get some fresh air only to find two or three people having sex by the dumpster in the shady parking lot next to the building – one a friendly hooker whom had borrowed Dave’s lighter earlier in the evening. We start loading our equipment out of the venue and the parking lot erupts into relative chaos as a yelling fight between two groups of people begins in the parking lot, causing the dumpster-sex to cease. Captain Kirk calls the cops, we finish loading the van and return to the serenity of Mary O’s house.
The word we heard: “It don’t matter which one, I’m from either” –Angry woman in the parking lot, when Joe asked to clarify which “Gainesville trash” was being referred to in the shouting match, Georgia or Florida
Our friend the Bartend: Dusty
Sound Tech we respect: Captain Kirk
The pad was rad: Mary O
Monument / Some Ordinary Vision / Thousand Colors / Dracula’s Casket / Friends in the Band / Pacific Sunrise / Make Love a Star / Calling Card / Born on Date / Underground Bed / Camille Claudel / Collage of Impressions / Church on Mars / Terminal / Torpedoes on Tuesday / Reoccurring Kind / Cemetery Glow
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