Creeking More In The ATL (with your host Nate Creekmore) Episode #91

I'm not from Atlanta, but I live here, and (because I live here) people who don't live here ask me, "Creek, what's Atlanta really like?"  I don't know what Atlanta is really like, but if you'd like to know what it's like for me I invite you to sit back and enjoy another episode of "CREEKING MORE IN THE ATL (with your host Nate Creekmore)"!!!

[protect your neck]

In the city of Atlanta, I saw an Icelandic band called Sigur Ros play Chastain Park.

The first time I saw them play was on Valentine's Day in 2006 at the Ryman Auditorium (the venue where Johnny Cash once kicked out all the lights on stage) in Nashville, Tennessee.  It was a confusing time for me.  I was just getting out of a long relationship with Hip Hop.

She just kept getting bigger and bigger and louder.  She'd been saying crazy things since I first met her, but she started getting even more materialistic, and when she wasn't focused on money and shiny things, she wrapped herself up in either a nihilistic obsession with death or a juvenile comprehension of politics laced with conspiracy theories and paranoia.

And her language was terrible; a constant flow of obscenities (I never introduced her to my parents).  I didn't understand her, and anytime I tried to talk to her she cut me off with her rambling or accused me of being "bougie".

I'd been with her since high school but, if I'm being honest, I don't think I ever really loved her.  I just wanted her because everyone else did.

But that didn't make the breakup a whole lot easier.  I'd come to depend on her in some ways, and there was a void where she used to be.

That's when a friend of mine asked me if I'd ever heard of Sigur Ros.

I don't know if it was because of my post-breakup loneliness or because of my affinity for music that sounds like it belongs in a motion picture, but I loved them immediately.  The first Sigur Ros track I ever heard was Glosoli from the album Takk.  It was in my head for days.

Now Sigur Ros is right up there with Terrence Malick, Milky Way Midnights, and old school Kung Fu flicks (these are a few of my favorite thiiiiiings)!

The ironic thing is that since they sing in Icelandic (and occasionally in a made-up language) and I have no idea what they're talking about, they could very well be saying the same kinds of vapid, materialistic things Hip Hop used to say to me before we broke up.

Oh well.  Like the wise old saying goes, "Ignorance is bliss until it isn't and you get killed by the thing you didn't know anything about because you never bothered to open your eyes and take a look around."

There you have it folks, another exciting episode of "Creeking More in the ATL (with your host Nate Creekmore)"!  Be sure and come back for the next installment.  We'll fly kites or something.  Maybe get on a tandem bicylcle.