In lower Manhattan the Occupy Wall Street protests have been growing with tremendous speed, adding leftist luminaries, elected officials, and hundreds of others to its ranks.
Here, the Occupy Chicago protests have persevered with the same message and energy—but not the same numbers. On Wednesday seven protesters braved the rain for morning rally. Around 25 arrived today at noon, holding flags and signs, passing out flyers, and banging drums.
So basically it started as one of those days where you're basically mad at the world because you don't get to just laze about doing whatever you want whenever you want and instead have to do your job like every other adult who's lucky enough to even have a job in this current economic climate—i.e., I was in total waahh-baby mode. But then I was looking through some concert listings and saw one for a "blackened crust" band called Welkin Dusk, and checking them out helped my mood a lot. Back in June they put out a seven-track album called Born Into a Dying World that you can download at a you-name-it price point from their Bandcamp page. It is heavy as fuck and mean and both very crusty and nicely blackened, mixing up some really great howling-Nordic-wraith vocals with the kind of sludgy heft you get from a good Amebix record. I highly recommend it for anyone who needs to get their asses kicked out of feeling like a total baby.
Welkin Dusk plays October 21 at Crown Liquors opening for Perversion, who sound pretty much exactly like what you want a blackened punk band from Detroit to sound like. iCal>New Event>click-clack-click>done.
In Key Ingredient, Dirk Flanigan of the Gage and Henri takes a handsaw to the fibrous five-foot-stalks of sugarcane he was challenged with and goes wild, using painstakingly extracted cane juice to marinate scallops, dried peelings to smoke them, cooking the cane sous vide and grating it over the top of the dish, and dehydrating fermented red patches of the stalks to make a cachaca-and-Malort shot followed by a chaser of lime coated in sugarcane powder. Next up, when the chef challenge returns after a two-week hiatus, is Kevin Hickey of the Four Seasons, working with foraged mountain ash berries.
On Sunday, October 2, Henri mixologist Clint Rogers—who’ll be featured in next week’s Cocktail Challenge—will team up with chef Troy Graves on a pop-up restaurant at Rootstock Wine & Beer Bar. The dinner is themed "In Times of Phylloxera" and will feature cuisine from France, Italy, Spain, and Germany, all countries affected by the root louse that wiped out vineyards in the late 19th century. Pairings will be spirits that would have been available “when wine was off the table,” as Rogers puts it—e.g., absinthe cocktails, beer, rum punch. It’s $85 ($70 for dinner with nonalcoholic pairings), which includes tax and tip; cash only. Seatings are at 6:30, 7, 8:30, and 9 PM; e-mail firstname.lastname@example.org for reservations.
On its website, Fermi is hosting a live video stream of the proceedings: a ceremony starting at 2 PM includes remarks from Fermi director Pier Oddone, after which representatives from the two detectors attached to the Tevatron initiate the shutdown process. The whole thing is expected to last about 30 minutes, with the stream going live at 1:45. Watch it here.
Fifteen Chicago websites — some of them hyperlocal, others citywide — have united to form the Chicago Independent Ad Network. Collectively, they are offering advertisers a minimum of one million page views a month. Each month the ad network will sell five ads — 300 x 350 pixels — that will rotate throughout all 15 sites. In the beginning — the service was announced Wednesday and will launch November 1 — each ad will cost $2,400 and the revenues will be divided among the sites prorated by page views.
The last home games of the baseball season are always bittersweet, but this year there was a divide between the north and south sides. The White Sox' last home game Wednesday was more bitter, because of the Sox' higher hopes for this season (which nonetheless found the team finishing below .500) and the fresh departure of Ozzie Guillen for Miami. "You Can't Always Get What You Want," the organist played as the grounds crew readied the field after a morning of rain, but sometimes you don't even get what you need.
The game was the Sox' season in miniature, but for the absence of any new embarrassments for Adam Dunn and Alex Rios, both riding the bench after Dunn had achieved a new team record with his 177th strikeout of the season the night before. The Sox could have tied the Cleveland Indians for second place, even at a humble 80 wins against 82 losses, but the normally reliable Chris Sale blew the save in the ninth inning, walking in two runs to make the final 3-2.
In the new issue Peter Margasak takes on a recording I haven't heard yet but which sounds a little less accessible than Lana Del Rey: a tribute to 19th-century Norwegian composer and violin virtuoso Ole Bull from violinist Nils Okland and keyboardist Sigbjorn Apeland. This week's Three Beats has a short profile on local jazz saxophonist Nick Mazzarella, plus info on this weekend's Backyard Film & Music Fest and Saturday's "Pig, Swig and Record Dig" at Schubas. Gossip Wolf offers a couple of ways to help Chamber Strings front man and person-in-need-of-open-heart-surgery Kevin Junior, as well as the dish on new recordings by Mike Kinsella, Mike Weis, and My Gold Mask. We've also got a writeup on the unexpectedly well-curated Cultivate Festival put together by "corporate burrito slingers" Chipotle. And in Soundboard, Reader writers preview upcoming performances by Grouper, Girls, Ty Segall, Peaking Lights, Arch Enemy, the Mekons, and more.