Back in Black
Hello.
Allow me to introduce myself. I'm South of North, not to be confused with a former band called "South of No North," and I write this little music blog. Only, I went on an unscheduled hiatus last month, and you may not remember me. Well, I'm back, and sorry to have abandoned you without explanation for so long.
All told, I think a significant portion of the Chicago rock community took a break after the tragic deaths in July that were the subject of my previous post. I couldn't really bring myself to write about it or anything else, aside from that minimal post; even if it had nothing to do with the three late musicians, in the context of a devastated rock community nothing I wrote seemed to be adequate or even make sense. Even now, I can't really bear to type their names, and I'm not sure why I'm bringing this up a month later.
I'm happy to say, Chicago is very resilient. We've had our share of tragedies in the music industry and we know how to deal with it. Seeing New Black Friday at Subterranean, after a three month break for the band, felt like a return to good ol' days of yore. Um, if "yore" was three months ago... Yeah. New Black has successfully restored my faith in music and reminded me what rock is capable of, because frankly, I'd forgotten. There was dancing, joy, mayhem, fun and love.
Coincidentally enough, Liam, the bassist in New Black, was also in "South of No North." Is there some kind of supernatural connection here? I can always hope.
Following close behind the return of New Black is a true indication and example of Chicago music's resilience. In spite of their double loss, the Dials are coming back with a vengeance next Saturday, August 20, at the Empty Bottle. I don't know who'll be drumming, and I didn't really want to ask, but I'm sure whoever gets up there will play a stellar tribute to Doug. This will be an emotionally charged exciting night, and I think everyone who reads this and/or has any semblance of feeling in your souls should be there, no matter how many hot sweaty bodies you have to cram yourself in between. Nothing will keep me away from the Empty Bottle this Saturday night.
Allow me to introduce myself. I'm South of North, not to be confused with a former band called "South of No North," and I write this little music blog. Only, I went on an unscheduled hiatus last month, and you may not remember me. Well, I'm back, and sorry to have abandoned you without explanation for so long.
All told, I think a significant portion of the Chicago rock community took a break after the tragic deaths in July that were the subject of my previous post. I couldn't really bring myself to write about it or anything else, aside from that minimal post; even if it had nothing to do with the three late musicians, in the context of a devastated rock community nothing I wrote seemed to be adequate or even make sense. Even now, I can't really bear to type their names, and I'm not sure why I'm bringing this up a month later.
I'm happy to say, Chicago is very resilient. We've had our share of tragedies in the music industry and we know how to deal with it. Seeing New Black Friday at Subterranean, after a three month break for the band, felt like a return to good ol' days of yore. Um, if "yore" was three months ago... Yeah. New Black has successfully restored my faith in music and reminded me what rock is capable of, because frankly, I'd forgotten. There was dancing, joy, mayhem, fun and love.
Coincidentally enough, Liam, the bassist in New Black, was also in "South of No North." Is there some kind of supernatural connection here? I can always hope.
Following close behind the return of New Black is a true indication and example of Chicago music's resilience. In spite of their double loss, the Dials are coming back with a vengeance next Saturday, August 20, at the Empty Bottle. I don't know who'll be drumming, and I didn't really want to ask, but I'm sure whoever gets up there will play a stellar tribute to Doug. This will be an emotionally charged exciting night, and I think everyone who reads this and/or has any semblance of feeling in your souls should be there, no matter how many hot sweaty bodies you have to cram yourself in between. Nothing will keep me away from the Empty Bottle this Saturday night.
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