I’ve pretty much been living and breathing the Georgia Theatre since 7:30 a.m. yesterday — spent all day Friday working on this story (click on photo), and just got home from filing tomorrow’s centerpiece. Through it all, I just keep feeling so bad for Wilmot Greene, and — like so many other people, keep having snippets of memories from good times at that place popping into my mind. One: R.E.M. played a surprise show there in 2001, just a month after 9/11, and during “It’s the End of the World,” when everyone was dancing like crazy, I got really emotional because of everything that had *just* happened, and I stood still and held up a peace sign (all hippie like). And Stipe saw it, and held one up too as he kept singing the song. Soon most of the audience had joined in, and that song, and our hands raised together in that moment held so much meaning.
This story took forever yesterday, but I learned a ton about that place.
I look at this image and am amazed that even with our technology and abilities (and power tools) today, so many builders slap up crappy vinyl-siding/faux brick, matchstick houses and buildings. Back then, in 1889, they built landmarks.
