In my book, if in no one else's, Chris Holmes ranks as the greatest squandered talent of Chicago's alternative-rock era, a time that was lousy with them, and he places far ahead even of Christian Lane of Loud Lucy and Dave Trumfio of the Pulsars (who never really wanted to be a rock star anyway, and who remains an active and talented record producer out west).
Except for a fascination with Tetris that started back in the early ’90s—I dig geometric challenges, and there used to be one of those big arcade versions in the main room at 7th Street Entry/First Avenue that was ideal for killing time between sets when I lived in Minneapolis and frequented that legendary club—I’ve never been big on videogames. I like to have something to show for my efforts, even when I’m wasting time goofing around, and the high score doesn’t really count.
And don’t even get me started on “Rock Band” or “Guitar Hero.” (The real thing is infinitely better, kids!)
Yet for all of the attention that reviewers and fans have paid to the vintage gamer references running throughout the film and the mix of digital arcade and graphic novel aesthetics that give it such a unique look, “Scott Pilgrim vs.
Here is part two of my recent chat with Chicago musician David Singer, who shares his experiences working with Steppenwolf, as well as some thoughts on indie labels vs. D.I.Y.
Singer celebrates the release of his new album “Arrows” with a show at Lincoln Hall at 8 p.m. on Thursday. (Tickets are $12, and the Interiors and Nelken open.)
Q. Let’s talk about Steppenwolf and August: Osage County. How did the scoring thing started?
A. Anna Shapiro, who is a local director of some renown, knows my music pretty well. She used songs of mine in shows of hers previously at Steppenwolf, Northwestern, and other places. She and I always talked about working together, and a show was coming up—August: Osage County –and I know [playwright] Tracy [Letts] a bit, too.
Chalk it up to the lingering Lollapalooza hangover or the dog days of summer slowing everybody down, including the folks in club land; whatever the reason, the pickings for great live rock 'n' roll are slim this weekend -- though, as always, there are a few reasons to venture out if you dig a bit.
Here's another preview of one of my Buried Treasure picks for this week's "Sound Opinions": A deliciously sweet hunk o' bubblegum-pop and glam glitter mixed up in a mess of greasy, oily, garage-rock grunge, and brought to us by one of Chicago's finest independent labels.
Gearing up with Team Sound Ops for today's taping of one our periodic excavations of buried treasures -- recordings that are flying pretty far under the radar (though that's all relative in the age of Internet ubiquity), but which we think deserve to be much more widely heard -- I've been utterly captivated by two albums that take different paths to creating alien worlds all their own"¦ and it isn't only because the bands are based in Stockholm and Reims.