I was there for both of these nights. It was awesome.
Aquemini is classic, but ATLiens is moreso. Hate to say it, I always hit skip more toward the back of the album, i.e."Mamacita;" whereas with ATLiens, oh my, I've never been the same, it only digs you deeper as you progress through it. You're crunk for the first half, but when "Wailin" comes around and you start the second half you've already unknowingly begun falling into a trance of beat and rhyme from which you cannot escape. "Mainstream" comes around, "Millenium," onward, deeper, deeper... by the time "13th Floor/Growing Old" creeps into your ears, you are fully within the vibe: prophetic in its vision, ganster in its pool of experience, lyrical in new ways every time you hear it, syrupy, silky, smooth, something thick that you can drink. Then "Elevators" plays again and you start the album over, with the indelible image of "watching ceiling fans going round" slowly in your mind, before you escape the traffic jam. Never more proud to be 18-years-old and baking in a beat-up car without A.C.— on the very same Atlanta streets that these two heroes did the very same thing. Those countless sessions with ATLiens were formative for my identity as a person from Atlanta: it has set the tone for me; I think to its beat.
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