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A tale of two venues - part 1
- Author: ksolo
- Filed under: media arts, music
Mar 5,2008
Thursday afternoon. One of my girlfriends is in town for training and I’m on the hook for figuring out what devilment we’re gonna get into for the evening. I just got word that 2 of my favorite local artists are performing tonight…but in two different places! Julie Dexter is set to go on at the Harlem Bar in Edgewood and Anthony David is taking the stage at Café 290 in Sandy Springs. Hmm…what a predicament (mental note: add this to the list of reasons why I need a clone). Since I’ve never seen Julie perform in an intimate setting, and since Harlem bar is only a stone’s throw from the crib (gas is high!), we decide to go there.
After finding a spot to park, and dodging some of the interesting Edgewood night-walkers, we made it to the door of Harlem Bar. Well…we made it to the steps in front of the door. A fairly big fella stood blocking the actual entrance. Presuming he was there to do the requisite ID check, I prepared to fish out my license but was interrupted by big-dude issuing a cryptic, “Sorry ladies, our system is down”. Uhhh, what? Seeing the quizzical expression on our faces, he decided to explain further by saying, “Our system is down,” and then looking off nervously into the darkness. Mmm-kay, pumpkin. Thanks.
So we truck back to the car, and head OTP. For the entire ride, I irritate the hell out of my friend by obsessing over what just transpired. What system was this cat talking about? The A/V system? The POS system? The entire business system? My alter-ego business consultant is unable to comprehend which one ‘system’ would prevent a combination restaurant/bar/music venue from being open at all, so I conclude that it was some kind of codeword that I just wasn’t hip to. Maybe I was supposed to respond with something like, “Yes. And I have danced with the devil in the pale moonlight” or, “It’s the plumber. I’ve come to fix the sink.” Yeah, I bet that was it.
Ah well, Jules. I tried.
To be continued…
Harlem Bar
262 Edgewood Avenue; Atlanta, 30303
hours: mon - sat 6pm to 2:30am; sun 6pm to 12am
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6 Responses for "A tale of two venues - part 1"
(bit*hy comment because i had to be at work at 7am)
What did you expect from a Big-Dude whose only job is to guard the door. Someone told him the system was down and he just repeated what he heard. He does not have a consultative mind that would make him ask such probing questions such as “What system?”
sheesh!! 7am? that’s unholy.
ur right tho, i probably was expecting too much - but u KNOW how we are!! sh*t, if i’d had a 12-inch piece of twine, a hot glue gun and a wrigley’s chewing gum wrapper, i bet i could’ve fixed it…LOL!
k
u r crazy…btw…i thing julie dexter is performing @ churchill grounds 2 nite. check http://www.churchillgrounds.com/calendar.asp.
peace.
Maybe it was only Big-Dude’s system that was down and all he could do was babble on and on about the system being down, kinda like “Does not compute” or “Danger, Will Robinson”. lol
By the way, that TEC segment brought back tons of memories. I remember watching that plumber segment when I was a kid. I had completely forgotten about it. Thank you. TEC was a great show.
to j.c.: good lookin out, i may have to slide thru 2nite
to cuz: LOL! yeah, that TEC bit just bubbled up from my childhood memory somehow. i didn’t realize that the guy actually suffered a heart attack / stroke and died from the stress that parrot inflicted… delightfullly morbid.
The Harlem Bar got some nerve trying to host a live performance, anyway. That joint is mad tiny! Be prepared to stand when you hit that spot.
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