We sped eastward underneath sunshine on 20, enjoyed a Jimmy Lewis record, and dodged all the holes and bumps and construction that sits between Birmingham and the Georgia state line. Is that project eternal? It was not without a predictable dose of Atlanta congestion that we finally made it to the nurturing bosom of Athens. Kudzu’s hibernating for winter, but the hills are still just as beautiful to me.
We loaded in quickly, celebrated our reunion with the Truckers, soundchecked and scattered in various directions in search of sustenance. Upon return, and after sitting on a Jackson Street bench giving my liver a gentle coaxing about what the weekend had in store, I grabbed a PBR and proceeded to soak up all of Thursday opener Garbage Island’s majesty.
-Will