From the photo pit, I looked over my shoulder at Aragon’s crowd, chattering, smoking, and impatiently waiting for 100 gecs to step on stage. A woman leaned toward me, her loose curls spilling onto her shoulders. “This is a crazy question, but do you have any extra earplugs?” she asked. I laughed and shook my.
A middle-aged woman walked on stage at the Riviera, blinking under the lights. She introduced herself as a local Chicago WXRT rock radio station spokeswoman and remarked, “Wilco is as Chicago as the river. They run right through this town.” After briefly thanking the audience, she dipped back into the shadows, leaving the crowd itching.
On March 5, we found ourselves pressed up against the stage at Chicago’s Subterranean, surrounded by a sea of pink fringed cowboy hats, devil horns, and lacy red tops, waiting for Chappell Roan, rising pop star and queer icon. The night’s theme was “My Kink is Karma,” named after Roan’s breakup anthem, and everyone had.
On March 15, Ber walked on stage at Chicago’s Schubas Tavern with a huge smile. She jumped into a performance of “Boys Who Kiss You in Their Car,” an upbeat indie pop song that draws on the mediocre men she’s gone on dates with. Dressed in patterned pink pants and an oversized leather jacket, she.
On February 24, the Viagra Boys strutted on stage at the Salt Shed one by one, each armed with their preferred alcoholic beverages. A can of beer in hand, Elias Jungqvist, keyboard cowboy, was the first to greet the crowd, wearing cut-off jean shorts and a cowboy hat. Next to saunter on stage were saxophonist.