I feel that this is a fair question. One answer is that it is a place that values cocktail napkins highly. Another is that Cashiers is where my cousin got married last night. One of my Atlanta cousins. Given away by her mother and father, who let me stay at their house in Buckhead back in February, when I began working on a story about OutKast’s festival tour. Who knew exactly where Stankonia is located (10 mins from their house), how many other studios are on Antone St. and what a big deal it was that I was doing interviews there (largely between the hours of midnight and 4 am, to everyone’s bemusement). After I got back from Coachella, where OutKast kicked off their tour, my cousin and her fiance grilled me, registered their feelings over Andre sporting a Lovett sweatshirt that night and again reaffirmed how broad and deep and personal the love for OutKast runs in Atlanta.
When, in June, OutKast finally announced Atlanta dates and they overlapped with my cousin’s wedding, I was 100% certain that she (and if not her, her dad) was going to reschedule.
I was wrong. But she and her husband sealed the deal last night, thoughtfully, which makes it possible for me (and quite a few other guests at the wedding) to drive down to Atlanta today for the last night of something important. The bond between that city and that group is special, rare, but it’s also a grand-scale version of the relationship we all have with the first group we really fell for. That first band that made us feel like we were hearing ourselves.
I’ll be talking to people at the show and following up on interviews with the musicians involved, and on Monday I’ll report on everything that went down.
I do get that this is a dream job.