So, my brother in law is headed to Dubya's Dance in the Desert, and as a sort of last hurrah, my sister wanted to take him to a Trucker's show, and a fine weekend in the world's best college town, The Classic City: Athens, GA.
The show, as Bloor posted in the weekend thread, was billed as "The Dirt Underneath," a laid back, acoustic affair, with John Neff playing mostly pedal steel, Shonna busting out the stand up bass, and Cooley maybe playing the banjo. They also added SPOONER FUCKING OLDHAM to the mix on keys, and brought Clay Leverett, late of Lono, now, apparently drinking himself to death, on stage for some harmonizing.
They played a lot of older stuff, basically demo'd some new songs, and did some haunting, beautiful versions of songs like "Zip City," "Sinkhole" and my fave of teh night, an Alabama Getaway-esque "Get on the Plane."
The crowd was the usual mix of heavies, hippies, rich dilletantes (me and bloor) and monster like my bro-in-law aka "NOT A MAJOR!"
I am sure there are people still wondering why in the fuck Bloor and I kept yelling "Don't Shoot Me LEE!!" and generally carrrying on like we do.
For anyone who has spent time in Athens, the Theatre has been refurbished a bit. No permanent seats on the floor, new seats in the balcony, and a much needed bathroom remodelling, which resulted in the two bathrooms being switched, and there is no longer 2 inches of standing pee-pee water on the men's room floor.
Also, this weekend coincided with The Twilight Criterion, so the mood was festive, thankfully the weather was good, and though the town has changed like all places do, the spirit and feel of the place is still intact (and T-Stand two days in a row will still rough you up.)
More on the set list, including a d/l torrent
At Nine Bullets
pictures to follow later.
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