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Their show with Chris, Lord about 3 years at the Unicorn was the best.
I am a connoisseur of this real soul music like the comment above I'm glad to check out the artist who i'm not familiar with. the list is tight!
You've got a few of my faves listed here, plus a bunch I've never heard of. Thanks for introducing me to some new GREAT music. I'm listening now!
This is such a cool idea and the performance is great (I've been twice) but unfortunately the hipster douches that turn out for the show talk loudly over the entire performance (and pretty much any performance at the EARL).
I'll never understand why people pay to stand in the venue part of the EARL and talk to their friends the entire time. Save yourself the money and stay in the bar. But I suppose that if you are at the bar you can't post on Instagram to prove "you were there".
Ugliest bunch of girls I've ever seen.
Shuddup ya dumb beatnik
Neko Case has so much to applaud. Hardest-working girl who we're glad to have on the East Coast.
Hands down, the worst bathroom in Atlanta, but damn, there was some good times there.
It will be missed, years of life, death, realness. . .its was an education in real life.
Here's what you do. Get Pandora, pay for the subscription (around $3 per month), type in an artist Jamal used to play (Incognito, Brand New Heavies, Jamiroquai, etc), and enjoy.
Terrestrial radio is dead.
Record makes a great Frisbee
There was about one or zero good songs on each side. My 3LP set came with stickers and poster/lyrics on back side. The song that they get to eventually was very dveloped well and good but not as good a Psychic T.V. or some Soundcloud.com/LegitimateEdgar consistantcy. I would congratulate SWANS for their honest effor but I alreadyy tossed the records into the caspian Sea like a frisbee
"your favorite local atlanta band sucks"
Thanks for reading, and thanks for the catch!
Tues, Dec 31st. Not 21st.
Innovative & fresh sound !!!
Too many memories. I remember we were smoking meth on the back patio and a bartender who shall remain nameless, came out saw us, shrugged and went back inside.
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