Encouragingly, we did see three Comcast trucks on our way out of the apartment complex, ostensibly doing their best to be comcastic. That remains to be seen. Fingers crossed, we'll be once again tripping through the altered state of Internetachusetts (Mr. Show, anyone?) by the time we get back.
But right now prepare to be blessed with the post I was too lazy to write on Monday, taking for granted the fact that I would be able to do it Tuesday. Never take the world wide magical rainbow fairy tale web for granted, folks.
Of course now it's Wednesday, so you only get the abridged version of our weekend because in hindsight it seems much less cool than it did at the time.
We went to Chattanooga on Saturday. 'Nooga from here on out. For those not well-versed in the history of urban planning and revitalization, 'Nooga is sort of a national template (along with Baltimore) for taking a run down, industrialized urban core and turning it into a hip, happening attraction for the whole family, an endeavor most other cities have since undertaken. The process started in the '80s and they still haven't stopped, and it really is quite the sight. I still think the Tennessee Aquarium is better than Atlanta's flashy new job, and I'm really interested to see the inside of 'Nooga's crazy looking art museum hanging over the river.
We only had time to walk down to the riverfront and across the Walnut Street Bridge (now a pedestrian-only bridge spanning the river but once the sight of two separate lynchings) and back again before meeting my friend Jess and his new bride for some dinner. Jess had invited us down to see a band he really likes and this was the whole purpose of the trip. He's friends with the lead singer (a guy named Jon, whom Jess called Casino), and we met up with Jon/Casino and some other people for some drinks after dinner.
After soaking up some reflected rock'n'roll glory and shelling out the GDP of El Salvador for a few beers at Taco Mac (seriously, they had stadium-like prices), we headed over to the small venue for the show. It was nice not having to worry about the time since there was no way the band would start without the singer, and he was with us.
JJ's Bohemia has a small stage, room for no more than a hundred standing patrons, and a bar selling a nice selection of beer for half what Taco Mac was asking. The band, How I Became the Bomb, put on a fantastic show and has some really strong songs if you're into earnest '80s revival synth-rock that doesn't take itself too seriously. Think Devo meets The Killers. I dug it.
They didn't go on until after midnight so the lady and I didn't get back to K-town until after 3:30. Damn that made me feel cool and oh-so-young and hip.
And we have accomplished next to nothing since then. But here I am at Panera writing this lengthy post when I should be spending my precious battery power looking for a job. Such is my dedication. Courtney just bought me a delicious-looking frozen coffee drink, so I better get down to inhaling that whipped cream topped calorie bomb.
The second bridge is the pedestrian-only span.
My lady in front of the aquarium.
The ultra-modern Hunter Museum of American Art.
Looking towards downtown with Lookout Mountain in the background.
A Saturday night crowd inside JJ's Bohemia. That's basically the whole place.
Casino/Jon employing the human mic stand for the opening number. Within minutes, the tie would be history and the sweat would begin to flow inside the air condition-impaired building. There's nothing quite like rocking hard inside a crowded air condition-less room in July in the south.
Apologies to the keyboard player, who is off to the left of the cramped stage and didn't make it into any of my photos.
Casino/Jon working the keytar for one song, as promised. If you ever get a chance to see How I Became the Bomb, I recommend it. I hear they do well in Europe.