Once known as the city too busy to hate, Atlanta has seemingly turned into the city too busy to remember. In its desire to become a hybrid of New Yorks grind and Los Angeles shine, many of the cultural landmarks that made the city what it once was have disappeared. Remember the Atlanta-Fulton County Stadium where Hank Aaron broke Babe Ruths home run record? It's now a parking lot. Such streets of infamy as Stewart Avenue and Bankhead Highway have been renamed. Earwax Records got squeezed out by the iPod. Even the sports memorabilia shop Distant Replays is a distant memory. Compound that with the Atlanta Housing Authority's nearly completed plan to erase every last trace of housing projects from the landscape, and it seems the city's becoming a soul-less shell of its former self.
But on a recent August afternoon so humid and hazy it would leave local TV weathermen Glenn Burns and Ken Cook speechless, four recognizable brothers donned in throwback red Adidas jumpsuits stand outside the West End soul food restaurant Chanterelle's. They resemble a blast from the not-too-distant past.
(Photo by Joeff Davis)
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