My memory of IG Day One is pretty sparse (and,
I was relatively sober), so that doesn't bode well, I guess.
My thoughts on the schedule: chaos and tardiness. But, that
m.o. mirrors my life, so I felt right at home.
THE GRAVITY PUB, round one
Faith Kleppinger: I really only listened to half a song. It
was just too damn hot in that torture-cellar for soft music.
I was reminded of Sunday mass during steamy GA summers, not
a rock concert.
Martini: When the going gets hot, the hot enjoy a dirty martini
and televised baseball in the air conditioning upstairs. The
martini was mediocre (not quite dirty enough) with weird olives
and mushy pimentos.
The Hots: Loads of fun-- nice beat and you can dance to it.
A Fir Ju-Well: So much pretention and narcissism, so little
direction and talent. They showed a background video depicting
the band playing live. Meanwhile, lo and behold, they played
live in front of it! One image just ain't enough, I guess.
Martini: The first one was excellent as usual, served up by
my current favorite bartender in East Atlanta. He worked the
back bar that night, so he had to go up front and get a glass
and vermouth. Now, that's service. The second wasn't dry and
dirty enough, but I think he was running out of provisions.
GRAVITY PUB: round two
Sharks and Minnows: Solid rock in a sauna. S and M (I just
love writing that) put on a valiant effort, playing a double
long set to fill time before the next act showed. They offered
up almost everything in their musical war chest and performed
well given the heat. I just wish I could remember more of it
between bouts of heat-induced coma. But, when they played Hysteria,
I banged my head and all was well with the world for three shining
moments. The sound guy really dug it, too.
Martini: I wouldn't submit any self-respecting martini to such
harsh conditions, so I stuck with water.
So, night one was short, hot, and semi-sweet.