On a cool summer night, I walked up the stairs to a storefront office transformed into a pop up concert venue, and experienced deja vu. The anticipation of the musicians. The curious crowd contently squeezed into one room. The carefree feeling of a summer Friday night.
Instead of entering Rockwood Music Hall on the Lower East Side’s Allen Street that had become a beloved summer New York City tradition for me, I stood on the Westside of Atlanta’s Howell Mill Road about to embark on a new tradition — experiencing a Sofar Sounds show in my hometown.