Up On Ponce (C) 2013 HV:

Up On Ponce:

Mammas Are Chocolate Milk

Cheap American Swill

Is The High Life

And Thomas Cheshire

Will Always Be A Hero

Races, Classes, Demographics

Whites, Blacks, Hispanics

Neon-Lit Classics

Against An Old Marquis

And Just Me, See

Boozers, Cruisers And Stone Cold Losers

Atlanta, Georgia ~ Deep South

Plus, That Damn 2 Bus

Where They Ripped The Pioneer Heart

Out Of Our Fair City

Divided We Ain’t, Y’all

Summer-Winter-Spring-Fall

We All Do, Hear-I

Talkin’ ‘Bout Love

And A Revolution

Watch Wheels Spin Round

I Skyscrape Devotion

Center Of Town

My Last Hipster Run

(Photo by: Han Vance)

My hair was overgrown, so I took out my peanut and shaved the sides up – way up. I looked a bit like Crispin Glover as I made a deposit in my bank and quickly walked the rest of the way down Ponce to get my haircut. I wanted to make sure the sides were right, and the line was perfect. I trusted only myself. I had the rest done relatively short and usually left it product-mussed. I broke out my dad’s old cover sunglasses, as huge as any they wore in Manchester and Miami. I started wearing bright tight shirts everyday, which almost fit me, as I’d recently lost ten pounds. I longboarded as much as I could and strutted to the transit station or took cabs everywhere else, except on the weekend mornings when my curvy fiancee’ drove me to work at the Euro-cafe’ in Midtown. Those mornings, I would finish a can of Coors Light in the bath to rally. Then we would sit in her car and make out while I swayed about to the space age Athens weirdness of Of Montreal. Then I would walk inside and make myself a double espresso. I was drunk in bars with thirty-somethings, with twenty-somethings to the point of belligerent incoherence and laughed and talked too loudly. I proudly peacocked amongst fellow urbanists whom would never have my flair for extravagantly varied fashions or my honed way with words. I worked a final lunch shift, had a huge late lunch, walked back to the cafe’ and had my free birthday shot, a Strega. Shared a toast with the definitely-old-enough-to-know-how-to-live-way-better-but-still-clinging-to-it-for-some-reason bartender, had a drink with the actor Paul Walker as we discussed Hawaii and my California book and my afternoon pool party planned for the next day. Walked away and had a few drinks in various haunts with a career student. Met my love in our suite. Went out by taxi for sushi and for wine by candlelight. The city glowed around and for me, as we stumbled to the disco lounge without panic or pretense. An off night in the Southern sprawl of summer ATL, but an on one for me, I suppose. My last as a hipster. As she and I had done so many times in the old loft where we deeply fell, we sat perched atop our city as midnight neared. I counted it down like it was New Year’s Eve. Five-four-three-two-one. Suddenly, I was 40. And I went to bed.

loudQUIETloud was Wild

WATCHED TWO MOVIES LAST NIGHT TO GET MY MIND OFF THE BOOK EDIT FOR A DAY: INTO THE WILD WAS A FILM I HAD WANTED TO SEE FOR A LONG WHILE. I READ AND LOVED THE BOOK AND IT IS ONE OF THE VERY FEW MOVIES THAT STACKS UP TO THE BOOK, PRIMARILY BY STAYING SO TRUE TO THE STORY. VINCE VAUGHN STOLE THE SHOW, AS USUAL, IN HIS SCENES. HE IS MUCH BETTER IN A SUPPORTING ROLE THAN HE IS AS THE LEADING MAN. EVEN IN SWINGERS, IT WAS MIKE’S STORY, NOT TRENT’S. AND EMILE IS A NICE, YOUNG TALENT THAT BROODS AND MUGS WITH THE BEST OF THEM. HE REMINDS ME A BIT OF RIVER PHOENIX, WHO I BECAME ACQUAINTED WITH WHEN HIS BAND PLAYED THE TATE STUDENT CENTER AT UGA, WHERE I WAS SET-UP SUPERVISOR. BIG RIVER FAN.

AND SPEAKING OF THE CLASSIC CITY, MY FAV SHOW IN ATHENS EVER WAS PIXIES AT THE GA THEATER. loudQUIETloud DOCUMENTS THEIR REUNION TOUR. LIFE HAPPENS. IT HAS BEEN TWENTY YEARS SINCE I STARTED LISTENING TO THEM, SEVENTEEN YEARS SINCE I SAW THAT SHOW IN ATHENS. SIMILAR TO THE JESUS LIZARD SHOW I RECENTLY, CUSSINGLY WROTE ABOUT IN THAT I WAS HANGING OUT WITH AN EX AT THE SHOW THAT EVENING. MY FIRST TRUE LOVE, MELISSA KING, AND I HOOKED UP, AND SHE SPENT THE NIGHT AT MY PLACE…AND I LOVED HER – I HAD JUST LOVED HER SO MUCH AFTER SHE WAS GONE FROM ME IN HIGH SCHOOL THAT I COULD NOT RUIN IT BY TRYING TO HAVE SEX WITH HER THEN. SHE COULD NOT HAVE SAID NO AND ME BE OKAY, SO WE JUST CUDDLED AND SLEPT AND IT WAS GREAT. I TRANSCENDED LUST FOR A NIGHT. LATER, WE WENT ON ONE DATE. SAME TIME PERIOD AS THE JESUS LIZARD PIECE BECAUSE TIFF AND I WERE ON A BREAK, I RECALL, AND WE GOT BACK TOGETHER AND STAYED TOGETHER FOR YEARS. AH, THE YEARS.

NOSTALGIA – NOTHING LIKE IT. AND THAT PIXIES FILM BROUGHT ME BACK, MADE ME FEEL THE YEARS, EVEN ROLLED A FEW TEARS. JOEY SANTIAGO AND FRANK BLACK ARE GOOD DADS. KIM DEAL IS SHAKEN, AT BEST, FROM THE YEARS OF DRUG ABUSE. DRUMMER DAVID LOVERING’S DAD HAD CANCER…THEN DIED. MY DAD IS IN THE HOSPITAL NOW. HAPPY FATHERS DAY TO YOU ALL. RESPECT THE MOMENTS. LOVE YOUR DAD. BLESS YOU.

JESUS NIRVANA LIZARD

Jesus Nirvana Lizard © 2008 HV

 

So, I love Kurt. Cobain had some things to say before he went away that I was already feeling. And he was punk, and he got pop catchiness. He hit home for me. I highly recommend the documentary, Kurt Cobain, for its words. Interviews and loosely associated imagery mixed with stills of the band and the man, the man talking, couple of years before his death.

            When they finally started to come up – Kurt’s favorite time in music  – he admired three bands: Scratch Acid from Austin, Texas; Butthole Surfers from San Antonio, Texas; and Big Black from Evanston, Illinois. And David Wm. Sims was the bass player and founder of Scratch Acid. He and singer David Yow left Scratch Acid and together formed the Jesus Lizard. Jesus Lizard was known for their intense live shows and Yow’s antics.

            The “totally unkind Liz,” as we referenced them, I saw them every time I had the chance. I saw them in Atlanta once and Athens, GA probably five times. You could see that Jesus Lizard loved playing Athens.

            Taking you there: And just look at her ass, Han, just look at that big bubble in front of you. Bouncing back toward you. “Whoops. I didn’t mean to get such a big handful.”

            White lace shows through a hole on the back left pocket of the jeans. So metal, you think: Perfect for tonight…And you broke up with her…Get her back, baby…Get your baby back. Um, she looks so good in those jeans.

            There he is. There’s that little fucker. He loves him some unkind Jesus Lizard…that freak…I wonder if Yow actually bangs him or if that is just for show? He dry humps the hell out of him. “Ha, Ha, Hmmm.”

He always gets under your skin. It’s awesome. You totally smashed that fucker, moshing last time these guys were in town. “I moshed on your ass.”

“What, honey?” Tiffany says…“Did you say something?” She is smiling and glancing back over her shoulder at me, sort of proudly half-looking toward her ass…gesturing to her big perfect ass which I miss so much.

“You’re looking really good, Tiff.”

“I know,” she says. “That’s what I thought you said.”

“You look good tonight.”

“I thought so.”

“You were right.”

I want to mosh now, but refrain, refrain, refrain. Get on this junk right in front of you. I love this part.

This is like dancing in a club. Fuck this. Refrain. You want to be with her. You miss her. But I have never not moshed at a Jesus Lizard show before. Like these sissies. Everyone cool… and rough is moshing.

That’s Pat. Fuck him. I should have kicked his ass. He deserved it. I refrained. Refrain.

“Fuck, Yeah!” I yell. “This is my favorite”…This whole album rocks…All their stuff rocks.

Pat’s back on the stage already? Stage diving in cowboy boots. Dangerous as fuck for the audience. I wanna punch him for wearing those. He deserves to be punched in the face…and you didn’t do it to him. I could totally kick his ass any day of the week if I came at him hard…and I know it. Fuck him. He turned on a friend. I hope Yow smacks him…Yow will probably try to hump him if he keeps coming that close.

Oh hell, here comes another button on Yow’s 501’s.

This is like moshing in place…With good company.

“Wowuugh!” I yell. That’s Big Al up there. They are just letting everyone stage dive.  Much more than usual…I bet the band told them to let ‘em go.

“Crowe,” I say in a half-drunken mumble when he jumps. He is a thick man to be landing on people…“Ha, ha.” He got dropped.

“Did you see that?” I ask Tiffany.

“He might not be okay.”

This song…I…“YEAH!”

“MARY!” “MARY!” Yow and I yell.

He wants to hump Big Al. Ha, Yow is in love with Big Al.

“He loves you!” I yell. Big Al’s scared of that.

Everyone’s getting a turn on stage with the maniac tonight…as many turns as they are up for…

“That’s Matt!” I yell as he goes. Nice flip.

Yeah girl. We are definitely hooking up. We are going home together.

“Can I come over to your place after this?” I ask, knowing the answer.

“Of course.”

Sex with the ex. That’ll be something new…It’s been a long time since Suz and I stopped doing that. And she fucked up your head. Oh well. You love Tiffany. You love her, dude. You love her.

Yow is on the crowd now sweating pure nasty rock from every pore as he body surfs and screams.

“Did you see that?” I yell-ask because a dude had climbed on stage and grabbed David Wm. Sims. Sims smacked him twice in the face with the head of his bass. Sims loves it. The look on his face is of getting away with it. And he knows how good he is. “He’s my favorite bass player.”

Big Al is back on stage with Yow, now. Is this his third or fourth time up tonight? Yow’s on him quick this time. Yow wants him – He better escape. “Get a room!” I yell.

This is fun. Cheer up because this is fun. A good show surrounded by friends and you know you will get laid tonight by someone you love. This is a state of bliss, really…Nirvana.