The big event of my Spring Break was a trip to Atlanta, Georgia, which is a quick trip up the interstate for me. My friends James and Taylor and I sang along to Madonna’s Immaculate Collection most of the way, complete with sick car dance moves. I showed off my cabbage patch, and we told Papa not to preach because we are keeping our food babies.
Our first stop was lunch at The Vortex, my favorite bar and grill that’s shaped like a skull.
It’s in the Little Five Points area, my favorite neighborhood in Atlanta. They have fantastic burgers, including one called the Quadruple Coronary Bypass at a price of $79.95 and possibly more, depending on your ER co-pay. I had the regular old $9 burger and a couple of generous pints.
We visited Junkman’s Daughter, a vintage clothing and tchotchke shop where you can pick up a bottle of bacon soda, a pink wig, local art, a variety of band and other t-shirts, saint candles with Morrissey or Amy Winehouse, etc. Up the staircase shaped like a stiletto are some pretty funktabulous shoes.
Of course me being me, and knowing that my buddies are also quite into music, I had plans to visit Criminal Records and another record store I couldn’t remember the name of until we were there, Wax n Facts. I was disappointed that I didn’t find any used Depeche Mode or Martin Gore on vinyl. I did pick up a copy of DM’s Exciter on vinyl, a new 180g remaster version, because why not? I found a Son Volt LP and a Bill Frisell CD for a colleague. (We hunt for each other when we’re digging – he found an original US copy of DM’s Black Celebration during his Spring Break travels this week. *This means that I will have four different versions/formats of that album!)
But this is the real highlight, besides going to IKEA and finally getting the shelves that are the right size for LPs. Criminal Records has a good collection of signed albums and even a gold album or two. But this is what I spotted after having been in the shop for a while.
It’s Depeche Mode’s Violator signed by all four members. I gasped so loud and when I turned around to get my friends’ attention, the other people in the store were staring at me. James and Taylor came over and about all I could say was “Look! Oh my god. It’s signed. By all of them. Look!” I assume someone got those signatures on the World Violation Tour because they played Atlanta on that tour. (One of my friends who’s from Georgia went to it and she even had the nerve to show me her tour t-shirt).
I tried to reach up just to touch it/faith, but of course they have the memorabilia up high enough that customers can’t get to them. I just stood there for a while. I even teared up. My heart fluttered. James wondered if they were for sale. I said I didn’t think so. Or maybe I just shook my head, I dunno.
Eventually I tore myself away from it and when I paid for my purchases, James whispered, “Do you want me to ask if it’s for sale?” He could tell I was dying but too shy to ask. I said no because I doubted it was, and doubted I could pay what they wanted if it were. But then I mustered up the courage to ask the very cool dude ringing us up, and he said no with a half grin. Or smirk.
But I was about three feet away from an item that Depeche Mode had touched. I’m still emotional.
There are moments in life when it’s absolutely pointless to play it cool. Yesterday at about 4:01:21 p.m. Eastern time, I was completely uncool and it felt fantastic.