I’ll be the first to admit that I’m more than a bit of a snob about music venues and their clientele. It boils down to a personal rule that if I can’t have the experience that I want at the show then I’m not going to go because I’ll only be disappointed. I generally don’t go to ampitheatre or arena shows unless it’s a free ticket, and there are even some smaller venues that I won’t visit unless it’s a performer that I really love. One such venue, is City Winery. I had never been there before yesterday but I knew enough about them from booking acts at the original New York location to know their shtick. I was pretty confident that they would be everything that I dislike about a certain eponymous venue in town but worse since it’s not just a winery but in the divisive Ponce City Market with a distinctly Buckhead-esque clientele.
Few things were get me to give in and go to CW.
It turns out by dad’s decision to venture into the big city to see Wanda Jackson, a bucket list show for him, was enough to get me to in the door.
Polka dots, Puppets, and cephalopods
I love puppets. I really love puppets.
I grew up completely in love with the Muppets, Muppet Babies, and Fraggle Rock.
I have all of the Muppets and Fraggle Rock (at least that’s been released) on DVD, I have dolls, cosplay Miss Piggy and Red Fraggle. and have an uncle Traveling Matt doll who travels with me.
My love of puppets hit new levels a few years ago when I started attending Dragon Con and participating in the puppetry track, where I have managed to meet (and hug) Red Fraggle, Big Bird, and Brian Henson. While many fandoms have a bad rap for certain members perpetuating the idea of “fake geeks” and subscribing to the idea of “true fans” that have to prove themselves, puppet people do NOT do this. Puppet people are something more like, “You like puppets?! I like puppets! Let’s like puppets together!”
1154 Euclid Ave NE, Atlanta, GA 30307
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Sometimes I take myself out just so I don’t feel like a shut in as much as anything else. It’s easy for me to fall into a rut so I have to actively work to not be there. Yesterday I took myself to Criminal Records, my favorite record store anywhere, for the listening party they were having for the new Monkees album, Good Times. I’m not too thrilled with the new record (It feels disjointed.), but they were doing a raffle for a prize pack that included the picture disc that I wanted on Record Store Day and I like an excuse to flip through old records. I was on a little bit of a mission, though. I wanted that prize pack.
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Saturday night I ventured out to The Masquerade to see The Struts play a late show. It was the first show I’d been to in more than a month, and definitely the latest I’ve gone to in a good long while since it started at 11:30. I spent the day stressing and thinking “why did I think it was a good idea to buy tickets to an 11:30 show? Especially one I knew would sell out?”
I can’t run away on an adventure every weekend, no matter how much I would like to. Instead I’ve developed a weekend routine that satisfies the itch in my brain to run away, temporarily at least, because it involves doing some of my favorite things to do while traveling: sitting in coffee shops and shopping, just in my own city.
If I won the lottery tomorrow, I would happily spend the rest of my life traveling, eating, geeking out about music, and writing about it all along the way. It’s all of my favorite things rolled together. Lately I’ve been dragging myself out of a bit of a funk. In the process, I realized that I hadn’t been doing much of any of of those things, in favor of saving pennies or just giving in to being too mentally exhausted from work, so I should get back to it.