Every rock band worth its drumsticks has crammed onto moist rugs in the corner of damp basements to play through questionably grounded amplification for dozens of overzealous under-agers spilling piss-water beer onto any gear that still works. It is the most inspired and enjoyable time in a band’s existence. Gonzo Chicago documents these moments and […]
The songwriter in me listens for interesting melodies and lyrics. The instrumentalist in me listens for unique sounds and chord progressions. Will Phalen’s You Don’t Ask (I Won’t Answer) is the sort of genuine song that stops me from listening for something in particular. As is this song above.
In early 2011, I met fellow Chicagoans Bailiff through our mutual friend and engineer, Jon Alvin. We share a love for the blues and rock & roll, but cook them with different recipes. I feel blessed to guest with them on occasion, and learn something every time we hang out. I was moved during this […]
Comedy albums can save a long road trip. For one, they give you a break from your dashboard-drumming and lyric-slaughtering companions. They also keep the driver awake at lower volumes than music, letting those who want to sleep tune out.
While observing my surroundings in Chicago, I sometimes long to see the decaying structures we’ll abandon once our planet gets rid of us. Matt Woodward’s ominously oversized works help ease this unrealizable urge. When I see them, I’m standing on the quark-sized speck where optimism converges with reality.