Mason Murer, Nelson Street Gallery, Elliot Street Pub and Metronomy @ Terminal West Atlanta Ga. Metronomy - Love Letters (Official Video)

We started the evening with glass of art and ended the night with a forty ounce of funk. We, a lovely lady named Krista and I, started the night at Mason Murer, in search of enriched art with spine tango mango. Lots of mixed medium work through out the gallery. A featured artist in the group show New Blood was the reason for our visit at this mammoth facility of art. Every time I visit this gallery I appreciate the smaller venue that are more romantic and personal. There seems to be a huge mix of socialites and cover girl glam at this venue. Art star wanna bes, filled the space until we got into the small section of New Blood artist, where the walls were stuffed as if they said, lets keep our artist up throughout most of the gallery and cram this group show into the smallest area since we don't rep any of them. But as always there you found the most humble of artist that were engaging and open to talk with the patrons about there ideas and works of art. There's always good art work on the walls at Mason but you have to find it due the massive amounts of work, as well of the lack of cohesiveness in having a group show. Then we ventured to Castleberry Hill. The Nelson Street Gallery www.nelsonstreetgallery.com had a two man show which consisted of interactive work from Greg West and William Downs. After being in the coliseum of galleries it was refreshing to visit a place with raw art works, work produced with no intent of selling to the posh and divas, this work spoke to those that admire the fresh, raw feeling of producing work with an approach of placing something in your hand and transferring the power of thought through the object being held onto a surface. Some may feel that this work was rudimentary, abrasive, but that's in the Eye of the Beholder. Time to wet the whistle and gets some beers and where's a better place then Elliot Street Pub. Well if you remember when I had a gallery in Castleberry this was my watering hole, as well as they schooled me on all the break ins, how the hood was coming up, and it's always good to have two bad ass biker looking muhfugahs as friends. They make the best sandwiches to fill the hunger and it goes good with the vast selection of spirits. I had the "Dirty Bird" turkey with lettuce, tomato, swiss and blue cheese, heated on rye bread. Damn DAmn DAMN James!!! As always I run into the coolest people there artist Scott Dupree and Jack Pait, Charlie Blackcat Smith (builder of metal sculpture) had the BAD ASS EVERMAN sculpture out. Now if you don't know who Everman is or seen his work then OPEN YOUR EYES because it's all around you everywhere. This one is like the Burning Everman. We ended the night at Terminal West because I had a surprise for the loverly lady I was with. I made a call across seas to the English Riviera and asked if they could put on a private concert for me and a select artisan of Atlanta, and they said of course. So I arranged for my plane to go pick them up, feed them, tune their instruments, take them to Buford Highway, Atlanta's Riviera and deliver them in time for tea and cookies, before the show. Last night's show was an example of musical excellence. The current band consists of Joseph Mount (composer, singer, keyboards and guitar), Oscar Cash (saxophone, backing vocals, guitars and keyboards), Anna Prior (drums and vocals) and Gbenga Adelekan (bass guitar and vocals). Joseph came out an addressed the audience by introducing the band and apologizing for having a fuxt up voice and said he would still give his 100% which he did and surpassed. Although I should have brought my ear plus because the sound man had his on while doing the sound check I guess, and had the vocals too low and the instruments cranked up. But it didn't affect the outcome. I can still hear the music today, ringing in my ears. Maybe thats why they do that, kinda a two for one show.