Sometimes it’s fun to talk about the promise of urban renewal. Other times, it’s a more compelling use of time to take a look back at a so-so year in loud music or get a break in the British music press.
Which are all well and good, except for those days where you just want to wish a boyhood hero a happy 41st.
Also, for those of you in the city of Chicago, a long-form story of mine about chess, fireworks and suburban youth will be in the upcoming “home” issue of No Touching, which should hit a smattering of independent and fringe bookstores around the city the 28th of this month. Thank you as always for reading.