Usually, the only time I get to slide through Atlanta, Georgia, it’s for business. You know—a meetin’, a convention, that kind of thing. Nothin’ that feeds the soul. I ain't really played Atlanta. Not the city. Not the scene. Not yet.
I tried once, though. Brought my guitar out, thought I’d sing somethin’ on the street. Just me, the pavement, and a few strangers. Didn’t last long. Police rolled up, told me to pack it up and move along. Some kinda city ordinance, they said. I was somewhere near the stadium. Guess that part of town wasn’t havin’ it.
So nah, I ain’t never properly played the Atlanta market. Never had a chance to plug in and let it rip for that city. But I got some kinfolk in that town. Got some roots reachin’ out toward those streets. Wouldn’t be surprised if one day I end up doin’ a run through there, maybe puttin' on a show that makes the whole block hum.
Today though? I was just passin’ by. Drove over the bridge, looked out, and caught that skyline in the sun. I said to myself, “Lord, there’s opportunity in that city. Clubs, bars, backrooms, front porches—plenty of places to play.” But I ain’t ready to walk in uninvited.
I’m down here in Macon right now. Starting where the roots run. But I took a picture of that Atlanta skyline like it was a promise. Like I was sayin’ to it:
“Hold tight, Atlanta. I’m comin’. Someday soon.”
What you think of Atlanta ?