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As you may have heard, this Friday is the last party at the Degenerate Press'
location of the last 10 years. What you may not know is that for 10 years before
that my father had the place and I spent every other weekend at the joint so
total it's been in the family for more than 20 years. I've seen parties that
packed the place beyond capacity, the floor bouncing six inches with people
pogo-ing around the room and falling down in the street outside.
Then I took over the place!
You can thank this location for a lot of what Degenerate Press IS, not just because of its status as our geographic HQ, but because of its past. I can trace my perverse party addition to this location. I had my first alcoholic beverage that I can remember here. I saw my first adult party with insane dancing and modern music here. It ruined me for life.
I've thrown my share of parties at the place. Some have lasted until dawn, some have died a horrible death at midnight, it all depends on who shows up. Everyone always asks "Who's coming? How many are you expecting?" blah blah blah.
Ya' just never damn know. I've sent out 200 invites two weeks in advance and had one person show up. Another time I mentioned possibly having a small gathering to a few friends the day before and had the place packed wall to wall with drunken revelry. It's never what I expect or can predict, so I won't answer those questions, I just say "You'll just have to be there."
Then some dumbass will miss the party and expect me to give them the full report, "Who was there? What happened?" On one hand, I feel I should hype the event so that next time they'll be there. But on the other hand I'm insulted that they didn't make an effort (it's usually some bullshit excuse) and there's no way to duplicate the experience with mere words anyway. So I just say "You should'a been there."
Don't be a dumbass. You should be here.
I'm decorating the joint top to bottom. No, I won't tell you how, you'll just have to show up.
I'm assembling a soundtrack that you're guaranteed to enjoy at some point. No, I won't tell you how, you'll just have to show up. If you fear my choices, bring your favorite song, on tape, vinyl, or CD, from last century and I'll throw it into the mix.
I'm buying adult beverages of wide variety. No, I won't tell you what, you'll just have to show up. If you fear my choices or quantity bring your own.
And I'm badgering every degenerate I know into showing up. No, I don't know who or how many. You'll just have to show up.
905 Charles Allen Drive apartment #4
Good Friday, April 21, 9 PM, music, adult beverages, and the chance to exorcise the 20th century from your tormented soul.
For a cool preview, directions and more check out http://www.degeneratepress.com/invite/
From north of 75/85:
South on 75, 85 or 400 to the 10th/14th Street exit. Go through the first light - 14th. Fork left to the second light, 10th. Go left. When you see Piedmont Park on your left, that big grassy thing, the next light is Charles Allen Drive. Go Right. The next light is 8th Street. If you're stopped at the light we're on the opposite left corner, the brick house covered in ivy with black metal staircases on the side. We're #4, facing 8th street. Park on Charles Allen and walk down.
From south of 75/85:
North 75 or 85 to the 10th/14th Street exit. At the light, 10th, go right. When you see Piedmont Park on your left, that big grassy thing, the next light is Charles Allen Drive. Go Right. The next light is 8th Street. If you're stopped at the light we're on the opposite left corner, the brick house covered in ivy with black metal staircases on the side. We're #4, facing 8th street. Park on Charles Allen and walk down.
From in town:
Charles Allen runs from Ponce de Leon to 10th. 8th runs from Monroe Drive (which is also Boulevard) over Peachtree and Piedmont all the way down to Spring. If you don't recognized any of those road names check out the URL above and get directions from the link on the page.
If you have a newish browser and want a preview of our End of the World as we Knew It party check out http://www.bulbo.com/bmovies/t20th.html
Last night we hit the Tabernacle and got in line with tickets in hand to see The Kids In The Hall. They were obviously trying to retire on this tour with the absurd ticket prices so we ended up with General Admission - Stand wherever you like for $35, before TicketBastard service charges. Reserved seats were almost twice as much so we opted for the cheaper route.
Before the show they had a long slide show with some cool images of the Kids youthful days and pre-TV acts. It was fun. When they finally went on the show was good, but not great. If you have cable youve seen easily 70% of what they did live on reruns of their show so I wasnt impressed, but I did get more than a few laughs out of the evening. Not something Id have paid for had I known, however. Ill stick to the reruns in the future.
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