T he Reader has covered food and restaurants in Chicago throughout its half-century existence, though not nearly as consistently or comprehensively as music, film, drama, or most of the other arts—certainly not every week when I came on as a starving editorial assistant way back in ’95. Back then there was a very occasional visual […]
The underappreciated genius behind many of Funkadelic’s most famous album covers died last month after nine years in a nursing and rehab center.
The Pizza Summit in Wicker Park felt like an Internet meme turned beer ad. And then Andrew W.K. came to save it.
The Dog tells the sad story of a man trapped by his criminal past.
Rock revivalists accidentally revive an icky part of rock’s past
Let’s hear it for the middle finger, in all its glory
Remember Lotion, Thomas Pynchon’s favorite band? Who shoulda, coulda made it, like their 90s contemporaries Archers of Loaf?
‘He scoffed and assured me that my paper was nothing like the Village Voice. He was right.’
Jazzy Jeff on the perennial popularity of “Summertime”
A bootleg compilation proves that Bob Seger made his greatest music before he got famous.
On the blowing up of spots, aka What Not to Publicize
What may be behind the indie label’s attempts to steer you away from a three-dollar record.
A social-networking service mourns the marriage of The-Dream and Christina Milian.
How strip clubs prop up shitty postgrunge.
Village Voice food critic Robert Sietsema weighs in at the Columbia Review of Journalism on the need for pro reviewers.