So, it's the morning after the 688/Plex Reunion. And the clusterf**k is over.
I was there from 6pm on. My guess is at least half the people who attended never stepped foot in either club. And it was crowded. The only good set I saw was Vietnam - because they still play out these days. Everyone else seemed to sleepwalk thru their sets. And the sound mixes were so bad it didn't seem to matter, - but everyone drank and cheered anyway.
I was not a teen the first time I went to 688 in the early eighties. I was already a working musician w/5 years of "bar band" gigs under my belt. Endless nights out playing Lynyrd Skynyrd, the Allman Bros., CCR, and whatever other junk the locals wanted.
On a whim I answered an ad in CL for the bassist gig in an "all original, pyschedelic garage band".
I became a member of Risky Shift - and was quickly introduced to Hedgens, the Bistro, and 688.
This was Bread from Heaven.
The point was not the clubs, it was the Scene. What made it different was this is the South. So much of what happened was a reaction to the staleness of Redneck Rawk, - and living in the Reagan era. It may have started w/ the Sex Pistols, but the push came from wanting to do something/anything NEW. With a gentle nudge from the Athens Scene down the road.
If you weren't there; the Reunion show was a poor substitute. If you were there; no explanation is necessary.
For me it was bittersweet seeing so many old friends. And so many important players were not there. They either left Atlanta long ago, couldn't come, or didn't see the point. Some are simply gone now,(R.I.P. Cricket)...
It was fun, but let's NOT do it again next year.
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