I met a writer who told me to get the fuck out of Atlanta. He spoke highly of Louisiana and his comrade of Memphis, both of which are more Southern and perhaps part of his reasoning for disliking my hometown. He lived in Texas, a state which prides its local culture and I guess he loves the place a shit ton since he ran for governor once.
Dear young kids of ATL,
Please stop wasting precious time inducing depression if you’re not truly pre-dispositioned to chemical imbalance. Besides, truth be told, even real deal moods and blues are soothed by active artistic therapy. Situational depression due to obsessive ego evaluation and general laziness is a hole you don’t want to descend into. Youth is the greatest time to get some seriously cool shit done!
It’s unfortunate that there are a few haters in this town – not for the Back Pockets alone, but for EVERYONE. Towns full of reservation give off shitty vibes, and it’s no surprise that a band such as Back Pockets (the guinea pigs in this article) have become the target for a few outspoken critics.
ATL has a curse. Anyone who has grown up in or around ATL knows the ghosts nestled in these abandoned buildings. Either capitalism or ageism put new hats on old houses. We call it “gentrification”. There’s really no need to discuss the decades-old residuals of lynch mobs, poverty, soldiers in trenches, slavery, hate. Bad vibes [...]