Many people claim that Atlanta is a wonderful, wonderful city. They are all wrong. It is squalid and dull and ugly, and not even ugly enough to be interestingly ugly. Being here, suddenly REM's music makes sense: boring music from a boring city.
Off to New York tomorrow. It'll have its work cut out to come even close to the standard of Chicago, but it will, I am sure, beat Atlanta hands down. But then, so does Kilmarnock.