Show: Michaël Attias, Magda Mayas, Fred Lonberg-Holm, Frank Rosaly, and Dana Jessen "There's no predicting what this ad hoc transatlantic assemblage of improvisers will sound like, but the diversity and eccentricity of the musical personalities on hand ought to produce something interesting no matter what," writes Peter Margasak.
10 PM, Hungry Brain, 2319 W. Belmont, 773-935-2118, donation requested.
Dinner: El Tinajon Roscoe Village storefront specializing in Guatemalan cuisine—mostly soups and stews laden with beef and wonderful seasonings.
2054 W. Roscoe, 773-525-8455
Show: Gates of Slumber "I might not be able to talk too much about what makes this Indiana doom-metal band so appealing to me without going into embarrassing detail about the pubescent sexual awakening I underwent upon discovering my dad's old Conan the Barbarian paperbacks in our musty basement," writes Monica Kendrick.
10 PM, Empty Bottle, 1035 N. Western, 773-276-3600 or 866-468-3401, $20.
Dinner: Thai Village Homey, comfortable, classic, dependable . . . all the stock adjectives apply, and yet somehow Thai Village stands out from the crowd.
2053 W. Division St., 773-384-5352
This week the Music Box presents a double feature of two British film noir classics, both produced and directed by the talented Carol Reed. If you've seen any of Reed's movies, it's probably The Third Man (1949), with Joseph Cotten as an American pulp writer in postwar Berlin and Orson Welles as his old friend who's gone missing, the supremely cynical black marketeer Harry Lime. Don't miss that one, for God's sake, but think about making a night of it and also checking out the earlier, somewhat lesser known movie on this double bill: Odd Man Out (1947), with James Mason as a badly wounded IRA terrorist stumbling across Belfast as the police close in on him.
Chicago’s parking meter lease agreement has quietly had an impact on the primaries this year.
People who work at the firms that made millions of bucks on the deal have given generously to a range of political candidates, as Ben Joravsky and I reported in this week’s issue. Among them are gubernatorial candidates from both parties, who if elected could weigh a proposal to privatize the state tollway system; Attorney General Lisa Madigan, who last year said she was investigating the city’s deal; the state Democratic Party, headed by Lisa’s pop, house speaker Michael Madigan; and a number of other Chicago-based pols who’ve courageously remained silent about the meter sell-off.
But two of the fiercest critics of the deal are also up for election.
I'm largely ambivalent about Vampire Weekend, so I haven't joined in the polarized debate going on in the comments to Jessica Hopper's review of Contra.
Mostly I value it as an excuse to point you towards Rian Malan's magisterial history of "The Lion Sleeps Tonight," a version of which appeared in Rolling Stone and, if I remember correctly, the Best Music Writing series. It's one of the best pieces of long-form journalism I've ever read, and an unusual example of investigative cultural journalism. You can get a PDF here, though at 40pp you might want to print it out or wait for your iPad to ship. Trust me: it's more than worth the length.
Ferris did some time in Chicago as an ad copy writer; a native of downstate Danville, also hometown of such entertainment luminaries as Dick Van Dyke and Bobby Short, he now of course lives in Brooklyn. His refined, clever, and funny debut novel, Then We Came to the End, set in a Chicago ad agency and written mainly in the first-person plural (the gossipy, self-involved employees a collective "we" as narrator), was a big hit and was a finalist for the 2007 National Book Award.
After loving Then We Came to the End, I expected to love The Unnamed. But I didn't.
Last year, we dredged the ugliest depths of victim blaming when a middle-school girl was gang-raped outside her homecoming dance, and a bunch of assholes got on the Internet to shame her for drinking alcohol. Thought that was bad? Consider what happens when a rape accusation is coming from a trans woman.
Yesterday, the New York Daily News reported that a New York woman recently filed a lawsuit against former NFL player Eric Green, claiming that Green “forcibly sodomized her” in his Scottsdale condo. According to the woman’s suit, Green claimed to be taking her back to the condo so that “he could telephone his dealer, get some marijuana, and get high,” and also, bizarrely, to “introduce her to his friend, the Prince of Bahrain.” Green and the woman began having consensual sex, the suit claims. But when Green realized that his sex partner was transgender, the woman claims that Green held her down and forcibly sodomized her against her will.
At this point, no armchair observer in this case could reasonably determine whether this woman’s story checks out or not. But the New York Daily News commenters are already inventing dozens of reasons why the assault could never have occurred—and if it did, she deserved it!