1) Farmer Jason performs at Red Light Café.
2) The Atlanta Braves play the Boston Red Sox at Turner Field.
3) Comedian Lisa Landry performs at the Punchline.
4) Corndogorama continues at East Atlanta Village.
5) Gil Robertson signs Family Affair: What It Means to Be African American Today at Greater St. Stephen Full Gospel Baptist Church.
(Photo © Lawson Little)
1) Dane Cook performs at Philips Arena.
2) Corndogorama returns to East Atlanta Village.
3) Richard Blais gives a cooking demonstration at Variety Playhouse.
4) Woodruff Arts Center hosts STIR (Sounds Through Ideas and Rhymes).
3) Dad’s Garage Theatre stages Beach Blanket Improv.
(Photo by Tony Duran)
When R. Land debuted his first exhibit in Atlanta in more than five years, Summerland, back on June 28, there was a helluvalot going on, including the Silver Scream Spook Show evening performance as well as Corndogorama — that’s a lot of potential over-lapping audiences. And yet, about 700 people crammed into the temporary space Land rented in Little Five points. It was quite the scene, and since then about three-quarters of the 38 pieces on the wall found happy homes (not to mention the fully stocked merch booth that included his iconic “Pray for ATL” image.
The exhibit not only proved Land’s continued popularity in the city but also that a visual-arts exhibit need not be confined to the more traditional gallery setting. (Rent it, and they will come, gawk, mingle, and buy.)
But all good things must come to an end, so if you missed the opening (how’d you like that corndog?), you can still make the closing party on Saturday (Aug. 2), which won’t be as fantab as the opening but promises more art, more food, more drinks, and more music. Just scaled down. The party will run from 8 p.m. to midnight.
(Untitled image by R. Land)
No metal band worth its salt is scared of a little rain. So when talk spread through the Corndogorama crowd Sunday night that headliners Zoroaster might move to the inside stage, the natives became restless. But with black clouds rumbling overhead and icy fingers of lighting stretching across the nighttime sky, the band didn’t seek shelter. Instead, they raised their fists to the heavens, called down the thunder, and turned-in a gut-pummeling, career-defining performance.
In the battle between Zoroaster and nature’s fury, Zoroaster emerged victorious. And in their wake, a battlefield littered with half-eaten corndog sticks and bleeding eardrums were all that remained of Corndogorama 2008: The Year of the Mustard King.
(Photo by Joeff Davis)
CORNDOGORAMA AT LENNY’S: Warning: Mixing hot dogs, cornmeal batter and Pabst Blue Ribbon will impair your judgment.
(Photo by Lauren Grundhoefer)
