The battle is only a fraction of the art—to experience breaking is also to experience a dance and a community which exists to itself and for itself, yet which holds hope and promise for anyone willing to watch, learn, and practice.
With internships, apprenticeships, mentoring, and workshops, Blue Island’s Black-owned Insomniac Studios bypasses white industry gatekeepers.
Brittney Carter thought she was just writing poems. Her classmates at Young Chicago Authors heard a great rapper in the making—and the rest of the city’s scene is starting to agree.
Queen Key’s outsize confidence sends a message of support to black women who know the odds are stacked against them.
With this summer’s Eat My Pussy, Chicago rapper Queen Key proves herself a star in the making, ready to carve out a larger role for women in the city’s hip-hop scene.
Chicago brewers discuss which beers they’ll be drinking in 2016.
The columnist revisits some greatest hits on the eve of his buyout.
“It is a region that has worked hard and sacrificed much over the decades, the city’s blue collar underbelly, the engine that drove Chicago to its industrial peak, only to be abandoned and neglected when US industry began collapsing.” Robert Powers, on his wonderful A Chicago Sojourn blog, has a gorgeous photo set from the […]
1944. My father promised a work permit for my 16th birthday. He always did have a warped sense of humor, but this time he wasn’t kidding. Thanks to his small-town connections I found myself employed by the Blue Island Publishing Corporation of Blue Island, Illinois. Sweeping floors. Washing presses. Carrying out the trash. I was […]