Propeller Skies

Fucking finally, the Atlanta City Council is working on some useful legislation to ban aggressive panhandling. Apparently, they just realized the business people, workers, and tourists downtown, who pay various and sundry extortionary taxes, are tired of dealing with aggressive and annoying panhandlers. My only problem is that the proposed anti-begging zone is far too conservative. At a minimum, it should include the entire City of Atlanta.

For all the homeless people in Atlanta, I have some advice that I will pass on. This advice was given to me by my father approximately twelve years ago and has served me well since then. The advice is: get a haircut and get a real job. Seriously, if homeless people are capable of begging for money, they are certainly qualified for all sorts of jobs. Collecting tolls on GA 400 is but one example that they could easily perform, given their core competencies.

Friday evening, The Beaver, The Rabbit, an as yet unnicknamed person, and I went to see Sean Costello play at a crappy restaurant named Silk*. Normally, Mr. Costello plays at shit holes like Northside Tavern, because he is a blues musician and the law clearly states they must play only in dive bars.

As Silk is a poor excuse for a restaurant and Mr. Costello’s usual fans were not in attendance (it was far too clean and well lit for their tastes) the crowd was mighty thin. However, because Silk is located in Midtown, there was a typical crew of lacquered late thirty something gold diggers at the bar. Around midnight one of the gold diggers got liquored up enough to start dancing poorly. That was pathetic. I could dance better and I am white, male, and straight.

Despite the asstastic crowd, this was a pretty decent way to spend an evening. The band members were all pretty nice guys and during a break, they chilled with us for a bit. I recommend catching a Sean Costello show at a suitably grimy venue, such as 10 High.

notes:

* I have never eaten at Silk, but I know that it sucks because the name is stupid and, less importantly, no one seemed to be eating there on a Friday night. Finally, Silk is totally lame for ripping off the communal sink idea first presented at the now defunct Commune.