I hate Decatur. Everything about it irritates the hell out of me. First, it is impossible to get to since there is no direct freeway access. Second, there is extremely limited free parking. Third, the whole place is overrun with annoying tree-hugging hippies and yuppies. The only redeeming feature is the annual beer festival.

I also hate Eddie’s Attic. They cater to an annoying tree-hugging hippie clientele that enjoys hearing eighteen year old singer-songwriters strum acoustic guitars and whine about some woman that did them wrong. She most likely dumped them because she was sick of bad acoustic guitar playing, whiny singing, and pseudo-intellectualism. Not my kind of music. I like feedback, squalling guitars, distortion, and anger.

What irritates me even more about Eddie’s Attic is all the goddamn rules. It seems like John Ashcroft runs the place. First, there is no smoking. Second, there is no talking. The list goes on. The clientele, bad music, and arbitrary rules all conspire to make Eddie’s Attic a rotten place to hang out. A church service would be more pleasant.

In conclusion, East Atlanta is a far superior place to catch a show.