Jan 21
  • 5:30 am – David wakes himself up, showers, gathers his belongings, loads and warms up the truck. Sits there until…
  • 6:23 am – David realizes no one else is up yet.
  • 6:24 am – bombs go off, startling One Drum band members erect for the day.
  • 6:33 am – we find Roman hiding in a closet and shame him unmercifully.
  • 6:47 am – Roman finds himself and comes out of the closet.
  • 7:14 am – One Drum van rolls out of Paces Station, and we say goodbye to a sleepy Amanda.
  • 7:50 am – load in begins at Georgia Tech. We meet Brian, Tony, Barrett, Justin and the other guy, whose name, we apologize, we cannot remember. (P.S. Send us an email, dude and we’ll fix this error of omission.)
  • 9:30 am – we are well situated on one of the most beautiful proscenium stages we have ever performed. Apparently, there is a tradition here to sign and doodle on the green room walls and we oblige. Oh my god, there is this monster, prehistoric, Schwartzenegger cockroach doing bench lifts on the dressing room wall! We run shrieking from the room onto the stage, while 500 kids watch us start our show. We all agreed the new elements, including “rewind”, “capoeira-hip-hop” , opening with Gahu were well received. Especially fun was the Q&A session, during which David, armed with a wireless mic, played Phil Donahue, or was it Jerry Springer, or was it Ricky Lake?
    Cool Question: “How do you learn all those songs in all those languages?”

  • 1:00 pm – back to Lil’ Five Points for lunch at the Olive Bistro. We held hands with Cindy, the waitress, and probably embarrassed her terribly while giving thanks for the food, which was great, by the way.
  • 3:30 pm – we leave Doc & Julio to find their own way to the airport, and the fearsome foursome buckle themselves into their capsule, driving off into the sunset. Florida awaits.
Jan 20
  • 12:12 pm – On the way to the airport to pick up Doc and Julio, David dropped Thacher near the National Historic site dedicated to Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King, jr.
  • 2:00 pm – Successful rendezvous at the Heartsfield International Airport.
  • 2:30 pm – reconnoitre all personnel at the March. We hear, among others, Barbara Lee, congresswoman from California who stood alone with her vote against the Bush juggernaut, the Patriot Act and action against Iraq. Being in that crowd in that place at that moment was a moving experience for all of us, one which we will not soon forget.
  • 4:00 pm – retired to Lil’ Five Points Neighborhood, seduced by shopping heaven and a great East Indian meal at Calcutta restaurant.
  • 9:00 pm – One Drum pow wow yields new ideas for tomorrows show.
  • 11:00 pm – Roman vanishes.
  • 11:01 pm – One Drum stops looking for Roman. We will remember Amanda’s digs for the sound of train passing through the night, rumbling us to sleep. Sound is, after all, vibration.
Jan 19
  • 11:56 am – We pack up our stuff and hit the road, bound for Atlanta, Georgia.
  • 7:27 pm – we arrive in Atlanta, and make our way to Amanda Goodwin’s apartment, where we have ample floor space reserved.
  • 8:45 pm – we enter the movie theater
  • 8:50 pm – In the interest of Roman’s self-respect we’d like to skip saying anything about the way Roman’s foot connected with Ceeloe’s gallon-and-a-half super gulp soda in an ill timed capoeira move performed in the foyer of the movie theater, where we’d hoped to have a quiet evening AND the ensuing conversation with a snotty patron who had the affrontery to be perturbed about the fraction of aforementioned soda which landed on her pristine garment OR the Dukes of Hazzard, kneejerk reaction from her brotherlovercousinself-appointed protector. ‘Nuff said!
  • 9:05 pm – pending the movie start times, Roman, Dave and Amanda shop at the nearby Kroger and are unmasked as foreigners in our attempt to purchase wine in Georgia on the Day of the Lord, also known as the Blue Laws, presumably derived from the Blues, which would have affected Jesus had he tried, like us, to make a similar purchase for one of those potlucks he was well known for. WWJD? Go see a movie. Our cashier was a cat from Ghana, named Seth, who recognized Gahu as we serenaded him.