Propeller Skies

Saturday morning, I rolled out of bed at the ungodly hour of 9:00 am. By 9:30 am, I had arrived at Elbow Room and within a few minutes I cracked open my first beer of the morning. Normally, this would make me an alcoholic. At a minimum, some would consider me to have a problem. However, since it is October and I was heading to Helen with USA Entertainment to celebrate Oktoberfest, it is called “getting in touch with my German roots.”

After arriving in Helen, I stumbled off the bus and looked around for a place to take a leak. Conveniently, there was a hotel nearby so myself and a few other people from the bus availed ourselves of the facilities. We then headed to the Wurst House, where we proceeded to drink heavily. While drinking at the Wurst House, I chilled with recurring Propeller Skies characters Michael and Lara.

Around 3:30 pm, several people headed over to a faux Mexican place to watch the Georgia/Tenesee game. While hanging out at the faux Mexican place, I was amused that the only thing vaguely Mexican about it was the goofy fruit flavored frozen Margaritas they were serving. Eventually, after drinking several more beers, I found some people slightly more sober than I was and followed them back to the bus.

This was a really fun event, even though recurring Propeller Skies character John bailed TO ATTEND A FUCKING BABY SHOWER. My advice to recurring Propeller Skies readers is to board a bus to Helen and start drinking heavily.

After reading favorable reviews in Creative Loafing and Stomp and Stammer of a new band named Tiger! Tiger!, I was fired up to go see them. Unfortunately it would be several months before I managed to catch a show. However, last Friday evening I finally did. They fucking rock. The show was most excellent and the band was having a great time. Since I am extremely lazy and they have conveniently posted a few songs on their site, I will not be describing their sound here.

I highly recommend catching a Tiger! Tiger! show. They have earned a coveted place on the Prizzo Skeezy Indie-Rock Sidebar of Fame. When, of course, I get around to adding it.

After a less than stellar Martini experience at The Mark recently, I began to wonder if Halo still made the best Martinis in Atlanta. In the interest of scientific inquiry, I had three of them last Wednesday evening.

I was at Halo for Netparty’s Heavenly Evening event. As previously mentioned I am fond of Netparty for a number of reasons. An important reason is they always manage to bring loads of hotties. This evening was no exception, as there were plenty of attractive angels in attendance. I highly recommend Netparty.

Another year, another victory over Kansas State. R.C. Slocum always seemed to have Kansas State’s number and it looks like Dennis Franchione does too. Not a bad showing, but the points allowed is much higher than the season average. Apparently the Wrecking Crew went on vacation sometime during the third quarter. Fortunately, the new and improved offense put up enough points to win the game.

White people are funny. Especially when they get into a show and decide to start dancing. During the Explosions in the Sky show, some dude next to me that looked like Billy Corgan started doing the White Person Head Nod™. More impressively, the guy standing in front of me seemed to know every guitar line and drum part. And he played air guitar and air drums right along with the band.

The show was all right. Since the place was more packed than I had ever seen it, I was expecting a spectacular show. And maybe an encore.

Saturday night I had a late dinner at The Earl. I chose the hamburger, with a side of fries. I also ordered a Rolling Rock to enjoy while people watching and waiting for my meal. When the burger arrived, I ordered another zesty Rolling Rock to accompany it. As usual for this restaurant, the burger was extremely tasty, juicy, and perfectly cooked. Additionally, the french fries that came with it were hot and perfectly crisp. I highly recommend eating at The Earl.

When the waitress brought my check, I was thrilled to see the damage was only $11.43. In more bourgeoisie areas of the city, such as Midtown, it costs more than that just to park.

Today I learned that East Atlanta is over, according to Kebo, of Hushbox fame. Unfortunately, I wasted Saturday night in East Atlanta, since I had not yet received the memo about it being over.

I was in East Atlanta to see the Silent Kids show at The Earl. I first discovered the Silent Kids about a year ago, while surfing the Two Sheds site looking for information on the indefinitely on hiatus 3d5spd.

I arrived early, since The Earl has developed a nasty habit of starting shows on time. I was standing by myself at a table, when an indie-rock hottie approached and asked, “Do you mind if I park here,” despite the fact that there was plenty of space in the mostly empty venue.

I replied, “No,” and went back to thinking about the tasty burger I would be eating after the show.

My pleasant reverie was soon interrupted however, when she inquired, “Are you here to see Explosions in the Sky?”

“Not really, I’m here to see the Silent Kids.”

“What are they like?”

“Psychedelic space rock, they’re good. However, I’ll probably stick around for Explosions in the sky since I’ve heard them on Album 88 and they seem to be pretty big.” We then discussed various indie bands until the Silent Kids finally took the stage.

During the first couple of songs I took some pictures that came out badly. Then I wandered to the back of a reasonable sized crowd and enjoyed the show. This show was not as good as the last one I attended at 10 High. The band never quite seemed to hit its stride, although they did loosen up after the first few songs. Because they were the first band on, they were forced to play a fairly short set and this severely handicapped them.

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PHOTO: Michael Oakley of the Silent Kids at The Earl in East Atlanta, Atlanta, GA. October 2, 2004. Courtesy of d.2263 Photographics.

Hell, it’s not even a fucking party. How many times do I have to fucking type this - BRING THE MOTHERFUCKING HOTTIES. And the “s” on the end of “hottie” implies more than five.

Friday night, I attended the Atlanta Social Circle’s Toga Party at the Tin Roof Cantina with recurring Propeller Skies characters Michael and Lara. In addition to us, there were roughly ten other people in the place. The previous figure does not include the staff or members or the band. This so-called party was as dead as fried chicken.

For the benefit of all five Propeller Skies readers, I will check out the next few Atlanta Social Circle events and see if they improve any.

Previously on Propeller Skies, I have waxed ecstatic about The Mark’s attention to detail when constructing Martinis. Unfortunately, on Friday evening they committed a cardinal sin. The bartender served my Martini IN A PLASTIC GLASS! This is wrong for several reasons; in the interest of brevity I will only address two. First, plastic imparts flavor on any liquid it touches, thus ruining the taste of a well-built cocktail. Second, plastic does not retain a chill as well as glass, so by the end of the Martini the drink is warm and nasty.

I was at The Mark for Square Hat’s Eighties Party. The event was packed and pulled a younger than usual crowd. In contrast to normal Square Hat events, there were a few young tenders there worth hitting on. Unfortunately, most of them left before I consumed enough Martinis to consider introducing myself. I did, however, manage to talk to one bored looking beautiful baby. The conversation went something like this, “You look like you’re having the time of your life.”

“The most interesting thing here is the Twizzlers.”

“What?”

“The most interesting thing here is the Twizzlers.”

With that I ended the conversation by wandering off, because she was obviously crazy. I had no idea what the fuck she was talking about, as I did not see any Twizzlers. About half an hour later, I noticed that instead of standard bar snacks like peanuts, The Mark placed Twizzlers on the bar.

While consuming Martinis, I spent some time chilling with recurring Propeller Skies characters John, Michael, and Lara. I recommend checking out Square Hat when they hold events in well designed new venues that have a tendency to attract hipsters wearing post-ironic trucker hats.

Usually, I do not write about politics because the entire system is so corrupt and focused on keeping people down that there is no point in complaining about it. As The Who said over twenty-five years ago, “Meet the new boss, same as the old boss.” However, today is going to be an exception.

First, we will discuss the republicans. This party would be all right, if it were not for the cocksucking motherfucking hypocritical assholes that form the so-called religious right. Religious my ass. It warms my heart whenever I read about a prominent moral crusader going down for adultery or gambling.

The other major problem with this party is the fucking neo-cons who are hell bent on total world domination, but are unable to accomplish even this simple task. For example, Iraq. Why the fuck are there still people alive over there to fight back? The point of a war is to kill people until they give up and do what you want. To stop the uprisings, keep killing Iraqis. Eventually, either [1] the uprisings will stop, or [2] you will run out Iraqis. Problem solved. Basically, the Republican Party is composed of worthless cocksuckers who want to tell other people what to do. Fuck off.

Next, we will critique the democrats. These fucking morons want to take all my money and give it to undeserving poor people. Fuck that. Like fucking hell I am giving up any of my paycheck THAT I FUCKING EARNED so lazy fucks have something to eat. Let them starve.

My other major issue with the liberals is that they are a bunch of pussies. The whole concept of political correctness and sensitivity training urinates me off to no end. If you feel offended by something someone says, get over it. The Democratic Party is composed of lazy candy asses who want to tell other people what to do. Eat shit.

Finally, what the fuck is the difference between Bush and Kerry? As far as I can tell, they both seem to be rich douchebags who inherited or married into money instead of earning it. What the fuck are they going to do for me? Nothing. And that is why I will not be voting.