Hopefully it's not an augur of a grunge revival, but the folks at Cabbagetown's International Hits records (a label, not a store) put on a tribute to Neil Young at the Echo Lounge Friday night. Ingrate Neil is touring Europe now, so he wasn't there. But a Southern man don't need him around anyhow, so it worked out fine.
Former local legend Kelly Hogan (still legend, but not local) -- who, I swear, plays Atlanta more since she moved to Chicago than she did when she lived here -- opened the show with "Tonight's the Night," the best song to ever use the phrase "Econoline van." (Believe it or not, there's more than one.)
Next up was Steven Satterfield, who performed a heartbreaking version (appropriately enough) of "Only Love Can Break Your Heart." A man with a clip-on tie named Gabe Aldridge played my favorite Neil Young song, "Cinnamon Girl." The same backing band (Roy Owens Jr., Shannon Mulvaney and Morgan Engle) played throughout, so there were no momentum-killing delays between singers.
The Young-est (and youngest) looking of the bunch was a guy named Tom DeLaney. He looks like the guy on "Smallville" who plays Clark Kent -- if he'd been raised by Neil Young. His hair looked so absurdly thick, healthy and lustrous under the stage lights that I snapped about 10 photos of the top of his head as he tuned his guitar.
Club Odonata: Red Bull wholesalers, rejoice! There's a new nightclub in Midtown called Dragonfly. It occupies the space (that's clubspeak for building) once called Tangier. Tangier was dark inside, with decor that was to its namesake city in Morocco what lemon Pledge is to fresh lemons. Dragonfly's shtick is its whiteness. Sorry, Gov. Perdue, I'm not referring to the clientele. I'm referring to the decor. It appears that the bulk of the renovation budget was spent on white paint. General Manager Adam Levinsohn gave me a tour -- the white room on the left, the white corridor in the back, another white room on the right, and a white dance floor.
It's not finished yet, but there's a soon-to-be opened porch behind the club with a skyline view. I suppose it'll open after they paint it white. The porch's centerpiece is a sculpture depicting the rape of the Sabines, which occurred in 8th-century B.C., when Romulus decided to fix Rome's woman shortage by inviting the Sabine people to a feast so that the Romans could kidnap the women and girls. A peculiar choice of art for a nightclub of all places, don't you think?
Our Haus: "Wander through. Eat some strawberries." That's how Diane Haus greeted me when I arrived at her 3Ten Haustudio Gallery for her show, A Convergence of Faiths. I don't think she meant it that way, but that's great advice for life, too.
My favorite piece from her show was a multimedia collage called "Convergence." On a circular gold disc a bit larger than a Pizza Hut Big New Yorker, she depicted Jerusalem's Temple Mount, overlaid with religious texts in Hebrew, Arabic and Latin. It's everything good and bad about Jerusalem on one small surface.
Across the street, Skot Foreman Fine Art had a party for the opening of Tom Wesselmann's Great American Nudes show. The brightly colored abstract paintings reminded me of tropical-themed placemats my family had when I was a kid -- minus the nude women, of course. My family is traditional that way.
I'm reluctant to write this, but it's on my mind, so here goes: Some of the women depicted (keep in mind, these are abstract paintings) had solid black painted between their legs in a way that implied a wall-like pubic hair forest. I'm talking tropical rainforest.
A house is not a home: Coinciding with the Downtown Neighborhood Festival, the Downtown Tour of Lofts and Lifestyles took place last weekend. Disappointingly, most of the lofts I saw didn't seem like anyone lived in them. Most of them were for sale. I didn't pay -- but if I did, I would've been pissed at paying $15-$20 to see with a group what I could've seen on my own for free simply by calling a real estate agent.
But screw the lofts. The thing that got me down there was Downtown Lifestyles. When I got on the tour bus that took us to the lofts, I even raised my hand to ask the tour guide what lifestyles would be on display. She replied that the first loft we were gonna see had the best bathroom (as voted by tour judges). I thought that she was ducking -- or maybe misunderstanding -- my question. But then I saw the bathroom to which she was referring. It's in the Allied Factory Lofts, in a unit described in the tour booklet as "glamorous, sexy and designed for grand entertaining and living." (Hey, just like me!) The shower and toilet were enclosed by clear glass (as opposed to frosted) and are clearly visible from the bedroom. Watching your houseguests shower and shit -- that, dear readers, is a lifestyle.
My favorite loft of the bunch was in the Hasting Seed Lofts. It had my favorite kitchen -- stylish, but one that looks like people actually use it for cooking, as opposed to just polishing it for loft tours. For privacy, the bathroom utilizes an interesting design feature: solid, opaque barriers known by interior design buffs as walls.
Andisheh is going on vacation, but will return with a new Scene & Herd June 5.
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