There are some wonderful music events coming up in Atlanta. Among them is a tribute to Fela Kuti this Saturday with the legendary Roy Ayers and DJ Rich Medina and DJ Kemit. Apparently, there is also a Broadway musical in the works about Fela Kuti. I love Afrobeat and Fela’s music. It’s quite remarkable how much resurgent popularity it is getting these days. I wonder where the current fascination stems from. Is it simply aesthetic? Political? Astrological? Because black presidents are popular days, and that was one of Fela’s monikers? Whatever it is, I’m glad to have this music as part of the contemporary soundtrack of life.

So, I’m shopping for ice cream (one of my weaknesses) at the local grocery store. Two women and a young man are walking through the aisles. The young man is wearing a surgical mask. One of the women announces, “Everybody, he has swine flu.” And they continue shopping. He’s picking stuff up, browsing, etc. Seriously? Is anyone supposed to be reassured by the mask and the announcement? Did he really need to be at Kroger that bad? Bad swine flu etiquette.

This Saturday is a great opportunity to get your strut on at the quirky, indie, cuteness mecca that is East Atlanta Village. Come one, come all – unless you’re saddling up with the techie mavens at the sold-out Drupal Camp. Big things poppin this weekend. I love the little Drupal Peach logo, by the by.

I’m a native NYCer currently living in Atlanta, which amounts to some degree of hilarity from time to time. My latest favorite moments, both from last weekend are:

1) Me trying to make a good effort to not drive everywhere and, therefore, choosing to walk three blocks from yoga class to the bank. Go me, except that the bank was “drive thru only.” What does this city have against people using their legs for anything other than getting low on the dance floor?

2) De La Soul concert on Friday night at Masquerade. The opening act, local indie hop Psyche Origami, featured the group’s two deejays doing turntablist battle to “Dueling Banjos.” I can’t make that kind of thing up. It was impressive though. Respect.

Speaking of De La Soul, this is the 20th anniversary of “3 Feet High and Rising.” Way to make me feel old.