We haven’t really been going to many shows lately. I could come up with about 27 good reasons why sitting on the deck watching rats scurry across the parking lot is more interesting, but I won’t bore you with the details of the basic inner-workings of my brains. I will make a few observations regarding going out to see live music in Chicago: 1) Getting to the venue without a car always seems complicated and 2) Getting a drink or two once we’ve arrived always seems more expensive than it should be.
That said, I thought this article on the origin of the jackass in the crowd who yells ‘Freebird’ in between songs was really entertaining. If you haven’t already read it, enjoy.