rock over suburbia

I have had a warm welcome to Georgia, and I don't just mean the weather. People have asked me to a number of events and I actually fielded two dinner invitations for this evening, both from neighbors. So a group of ladies (with coupons) met for a 5:30 p.m. dinner at a local place and it was a lovely time.

Fortunately the dinner was an early one because I had another special engagement: to see my longtime fellow music fan (referenced here and here as my road warrior pal) who was sitting in with a band on the north side. It has been many years since Nashville but we have exchanged music notes and it's reassuring to know there's another Midwest transplant available for advice and support.

My friends at dinner expressed some surprise that I was driving so far north for this event — about 90 minutes, they reckoned. Really? So I packed a small bag, just in case I got tired on the ride home. Didn't need it, though, because I was wide awake: my friend's band rawked the strip mall on '80s Metal Night! It was worth driving there to hear "Rock You Like a Hurricane."