Chicago isn’t as famous for musical families as New Orleans is, but in recent years we’ve begun to witness the growth of an exciting multigenerational blues scene that bodes well for the future. Guitarist Lurrie Bell, son of harmonica master Carey Bell, inherited his father’s sense of timing and tonality, but like most younger bluesmen […]
Tag: Vol. 22 No. 40
Issue of Jul. 15 – 21, 1993
Things Change
Robert Rudd and Sammy Cooper are standing in the lobby of the Embassy Apartments. Behind them is a large art-deco mirror with a relief of a woman in a flowing white dress that stretches to form the bottom and sides of the mirror. In front of them is a small office with a switchboard. The […]
Hyde Park Chamber Music Festival
Last summer flutist Jeffrey Cohan got together several accomplished colleagues and put on an ad hoc chamber series featuring works they wanted to play. The result was music making as it should be: accurate, congenial, edifying, and joyous. This time, under a formal title, the series returns–slightly expanded and with a couple of changes in […]
James Moody
Bebop has launched few saxophonists as artistically vital as James Moody, who got in on the ground floor: he joined Dizzy Gillespie’s band at the age of 21, when bebop itself was still quite new, and rose to his first successes within a few years. Bebop still lies at the root of Moody’s music, and […]
Adult Child/Dead Child/Beyond Mozambique
ADULT CHILD/DEAD CHILD Mary-Arrchie Theatre BEYOND MOZAMBIQUE Mary-Arrchie Theatre What’s moving about Adult Child/Dead Child is that we don’t get the whole story–not neatly or completely. Well enough, however: we guess what’s missing. And making that effort means we invest in the outcome as we never would in a spell-it-out script. This hour-long chronicle of […]
Out of Exile . . . and Into Oblivion?
Does “inclusion” give disabled childrena chance to learn in unrestricted settings–or does it give strapped school boards a chance to dodge the high cost of special education?
Reader to Reader
Dear Reader: I work at the Spertus Museum of Judaica, on Michigan Avenue between Harrison and Balbo. We’re next to Columbia College and across from Grant Park. A few weeks ago at work three of my coworkers and I went across the street to Grant Park during lunchtime to play Frisbee. The tulips had just […]
Everybody’s Watching Chicago’s Book Wars
With more chains and independents competing here than ever before, booksellers around the nation are wondering who will survive.
Art Works: dripping with meaning
At first the exhibit looks like it could have been produced by any old painter. We’re given some biographical information about the artist, S.Y. Kochelev. We’re told that this is the first time the legendary Russian painter of socialist realism has shown in Chicago. You pause to study the work–idealized renderings of peasant life in […]
Black Comedy
BLACK COMEDY Full Moon Revivals at the Beat Kitchen The new theater company Full Moon Revivals states its mission as “mounting unique, rarely produced masterpieces of contemporary theatre.” The piece it’s chosen for its debut, Black Comedy, hardly qualifies as a masterpiece. But this cleverly contrived bit of 60s fluff is indeed rarely produced. Its […]
Brainwarp: The Baby Eater/Dumbass Leaves the Carnival
BRAINWARP: THE BABY EATER Annoyance Theatre You wouldn’t know it by the title, Brainwarp: The Baby Eater, but Annoyance Theatre’s current late-late-night show (curtain time 12:30 AM, if you’re lucky and Coed Prison Sluts lets out on time) is a witty, sophisticated, intelligent comedy, very much in the spirit of Get Smart or the old […]
Heroic Larceny
To the editors: Your Michael Miner (“Mad About Mariotti”) should wake up and stop kissing that phoney baloney Royko’s ass [Hot Type, June 25]. Talk about journalistic thievery. In the November 9, 1992, number of the New Yorker, in the “Department of Modest Proposals,” writer Jonathan Rubenstein suggested that the government ship all American prisoners […]
The Sports Section
As a spectator sport, baseball is a game that exists in the creases between plays, something I couldn’t help noticing as I returned to it following the Bulls’ long playoff run. Sure, there’s the impression Cal Ripken makes with the fluid way he fields a grounder and throws to first. Yet baseball comes to life […]
Music Makers: he’s a soul man
The Cotton Club’s brightly lit facade stands out like a palm tree in Alaska on the desolate strip of South Michigan between 17th and 18th streets. People are here from all over the south and west sides to see a club favorite, Terrence Cain. He’s been playing the club’s Monday open-mike nights almost every week […]
Thinking for the Idiots
To the editors: Under separate cover I am returning the Quincy award for saying stupid things about rock ‘n’ roll bestowed upon me by Bill Wyman (Hitsville, July 9). First of all, the trophy is of cheapest plastic and not, as I learned to my embarrassment at the pawn shop, gold or even fine brass. […]