On Saturday, the entire "core", with a few of our satellites, hitched up the hoss and buggy and headed to the ATL for the Of Montreal show at Variety Playhouse.

Chandler and I decided to leave as early as possible in order to hit up the various record stores in the Little Five Points district of Atlanta.



On the way up we saw someone driving an extremely old car that was almost certainly unsafe for the speed he was driving. That didn't stop us from smoking his ass. 2003 > 1920.

After arriving in Atlanta, we hit up the Wax 'N' Facts and Criminal Records record shops.



I came away with three really good records. That acquisition alone made the trip more than worth it.

Chandler and I met up with Miles, who drove in from Berry to see the show. After exchanging pleasantries, the three of us headed back towards the venue.

We were accosted, however, on our way back by an up-and-coming underground Atlanta rapper named, "Agent Smith". He strongarmed Chandler into buying one of his demo tapes for five dollars.

We took the demo back to my car and gave it a spin. Turns out, this guy is a major nerd. He makes at least three Star Wars reference in every song, and has an entire song about the homeworld of The Transformers.

Here's the demo tape for all who are interested:

Agent Smith- Surgeon General's Warning

1. Intro (The Ion Down)
2. Episode I
3. Surgeon General's Warning
4. The Log Book
5. Cybertron
6. The Soul Reamer
7. Outtro (Thank You Listener)



When we got to the venue, we met up with the rest of our group.

Adam... well, most of you were there. You know... he was hugging a speaker for fuck's sake.



Plus, he was dressed like Andy Montana, Tony Montana's homeless, sexual predator, younger brother. (Thanks to Britney and Eileen for the description)











The opening bands were both excellent. MGMT, pictured above, was very entertaining. Unfortunately, I didn't get any decent pictures of the second opening act, Grand Buffet. They were far and away the best opening band that I've ever seen.





I took the liberty of stealing one of Adam's shoelaces while he was passed out. I then passed the lace onto Miles, who passed it on to Eoghen in kind. The antics went unnoticed by Adam in his liquor fueled haze.

After some mild mischief, it was time for Of Montreal.





Adam and Trent were both ready to rock as the band took the stage.

















The show was fantastic, as expected.



After we got outside, I gave Adam his shoelaces back. After bidding everyone goodnight, Chandler and I walked toward the parking lot.

On the way back to the car we heard of hobo yelling:

"Spare change... psychedelics... bud... spare bullet"

It was a perfect cap to a perfect evening.

Also: I figured I'd post these never-before-seen photos from the last Of Montreal show we went to at The Drunken Unicorn way back on September 28 of 2005.

































You're welcome.