Ah, for piss and promise, you brawling prairie bear- I love you and I’ll be home for a visit momentarily. Pour all the pints of the best the midwest has to offer, throw me the rock dressed in black and sincerity for two days straight. What was I thinking when I let go of you? I love flying over the lake and seeing, as Carl put it, the “tall, bold slugger set vivid against the little soft cities.” Billy Corgan’s “City by the lake.” Sweet home with the best of the East Coast holding my hand, the two of us wide-eyed.
Pitchfork this weekend, ya’ll. In a city so thick with friends and family you, as Todd puts it, can’t swing a dead cat without hitting one or the other.