He was ecstatic and immediately turned around to meet us. We didn't want to try to park in the hectic city so we planned to meet at the Lindbergh Station and take Marta. I was nervous about taking Marta considering I had never done it before but I was sure it was going to be the best way to go. Not only was it easy, it was another thing I could cross off my bucket list. All three of us road the train together along with many other anxious Music Midtown participants. After arriving to the correct station we walked out to the busy streets of Atlanta and followed the signs to Piedmont Park. Once I had arrived to the gates and saw the giant Music Midtown banister.
My heart started racing, I couldn't wait. I could feel the energy was high and everyone was just as excited as us. As we passed through inspection, I turned around and saw the beaming smile on Tyler's face. There we're three stages, two small ones and the main one. We walked around following the path of the park to check out everything. With the stages, food venders, activities and games, it was all so over whelming. We didn't know what to get into first. After walking around we stumbled upon the giant field where the main stage was and it was breath-taking. The image will never leave my mind. It was such a beautiful day, not to hot and not to cold. With 2 Chainz, Jane's Addiction, and Journey the evening was spectacular. Every crowd was different and unique in their own way but all great. We spent the whole day just as I had pictured it. It couldn't have gone better. Great music, great people, all around good vibes. We had decided to leave a little but earlier to make sure we would catch our train back our car. While sitting on the train we reminisced what an exhilarating evening we had just experienced. Now it was time to go home and rest for we had another big day ahead of us. .
I couldn't contain my excitement knowing I get to experience it all over again.
(Emmanuel Radnitsky 1890-1976) Armed with his exotic new persona, Man Ray broke from the cocoon of his early life. One day at Stieglitz's he heard about an ongoing series of art classes and lectures sponsored by the Ferrer Modern School, which had just moved to a brownstone building at 63 East 107t...
