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New Word: Countrypolitan


Yesterday I read this quote from Southern Culture on the Skids and I've been smiling about it ever since:

"Countrypolitan transcends music. It's a lifestyle, not a category of music...It's where rural and urban sensibilities meet. I mean, it's when you see trucker hats being sold in Beverly Hills boutiques or notice folks eating pork in Mebane, where I live, drinking a glass of merlot. Or best yet, when you see a motor sport invented by backwoods moonshine runners and bootleggers broadcast on Sunday afternoon into potentially every living room in America, there ain't no doubt it's a countrypolitan world..."

Their website goes even further:

“...SCOTS have mixed high and low culture for decades, endlessly touring, serving up moonshine martinis and poultry picking for fans everywhere.”

BBQ + Wine? Moonshine Martinis? Food is a good illustration of the culture mashing that goes on in a city like Atlanta. You can find cuisine from around the world, plus gourmet collards and pecan-crusted catfish. I dream of starting a cafe where you can get both a real biscuit and a smoldering latte in one sitting.

So much of our definition of "the south" is rural– plantations, magnolias, small town hospitality– so what happens when our agricultural roots get paved over? When we finally admit that we live in cities– even though "this used to be way out in the country." Leave it to a geeky rawk band like SCOTS to provide the correct terminology.

(poster by Yee Haw Industries)

Roadside fruit stand


I stopped by the State Farmer’s Market on Saturday morning to pick up some flowers for a friend in the hospital. I ended up buying her a white pumpkin instead.

I always forget how awesome the Farmers’ Market is, and how I tend to sucked in to the experience. The State Farmers' Market is one of the best things about Stumptown. With 150 acres of open air stalls and warehouses, it’s one of biggest in America. I love the giant concrete retro canopies.

It's not your trendy local or organic market, though. Like most places on the Southside, it feels somewhat undiscovered. There are a bunch of vendors who sell all the Mexican specialties year round. Seasonal stuff is trucked in from far and wide. In the summer, it's watermelons from Alabama, fall and winter mean Christmas trees and pumpkins from Michigan. There seems to be lots of potential to capitalize on Georgia-grown goodies. In the future, it could be like Seattle's Pike Place Market. I love how CFPT includes the Farmer's Market on their ideal Southside public transit loop.

On Saturday, a couple ladies were pumpkin hunting early, filling up minivans with classy halloween décor. Good to know there’s still a place to stock up on haybales, cornstalks, indian corn, gourds and pumpkins of every size and color.


The young guy tallying up my purchases asked if this was my first time at the market... maybe because I was taking photos. When he told me he came down from Michigan with the crop, I started seeing the place through new eyes again, and I was already thinking about this post.