Your money's worth

And you thought you were having a uniquely good time at all these other name-brand-high-end, classy people clubs in and around Atlanta? I bet you didn't know you could also hang at the Coco Loco de la Noche on Moreland Avenue then. There's a party there for sure every weekend. Class included.

And you thought you were so original when mobbing these name brand clubs, dancing all sweaty-like to the latest hip-hop tune, grinding on the closest guy or girl that let you, trying to get someone to go home with you?

You say you want good looking girls dressed in skimpy clothes? You want girls who'll let you feel a little something while "dancing?" And you want to pay an astronomical cover at the door? Oh, and you want to smell all smokey when you leave (a nice blend of camels, marlboro, kools and pot)? And you want messy bathrooms with nasty floors? And you also need loud music and flashing lights with lots of fog? You should definitely check this place out, really. It's better than all those other places in Atlanta. You get all your above-listed must-have's. You get to practice your Spanish. You get to say you're still hanging ITP. You get to feel up on girls/guys- 'cept here you have to pay these girls to dance all up on them. You can also buy them drinks and get rejected here if that's your preference. They have it all.

And you thought you were so original. Turns out- no matter where you go the scene's the same.

Sure, the Coco Loco de la Noche patrons are mostly brown, and they dance to too much tuba, and they hop in place while grinding on their partner and they speak Spanish and throw beer cans when angered, but it's still the same game. They dress up a little for a special night out, spend too much money on booze, feel like shit the next day all in the name of fun and relaxation. Yeaaah!

Fever, Halo, Heretic, Velvet, MJQ, Coco- no matter where it's all a good time. Lots of patrons, one goal.....

Blind Lace: An impromptu review and uncalled for critique

As far as music goes I’ll be the first to admit that I don’t know much about it in general. Most of my music training has been limited, short-lived and delivered by non-traditional mediums.

As I was not ever a part of any music scene in my late teen years, I found no common grounds in the heavy drinking/smoking, youngish crowd there to see Blind Lace. A self-described “Alt-Rock/Prog-Metalish band from the north-metro Atlanta area,” Blind Lace was, as a whole, the picture of young, spoiled, suburban youth looking for ways to fill their seemingly vapid existence. From the properly placed tattoos on the young boys’ bodies, to the low waist pants, aversion to t-shirts, a few dangling wallet chains and the occasional skull cap- the band screamed blueprint. But to what? Who knows, I was a confused consumer waiting for their “unique sound” to begin.

They began playing a mix of hurried, loud, hard and mostly insipid sounds. The lead singer developed a scoliosis problem as soon as their music started. His spontaneous scoliosis was accompanied by guttural screams that defied capturing words or meaning; I think it was something about his mom. Perhaps his mother had refused him a new BMW and he was sharing his extreme level of discontent at her lack of proper maternality, thru his song. That was their warm-up song the lead singer announced. The next song was what happened when “you fall in love,” he said. His back had miraculously straightened out while talking about their songs.


The second song started much like the first: fast, hard with more screaming. The namesake of the song was also the chorus, “Give me one good reason” (to stay here). That’s exactly what I had by then started telling myself. Granted, these kids looked like a band, complete with the prerequisite groupies, pricey equipment, home-written lyrics and a cool-ass name; but my ears had heard more than they had bargained for and the smoke was making me dizzy and my internal compass was discombobulated due to the many kilometers between me and my bed.