“You won’t know until you try, but the real hooping took place before the hood was gentrified.”
Chicago, IL / October 21, 2016
Sunday, March 27, 2016 @ 7:30pm
Stories by Claire Rychlewski, Michael Rychlewski, and Evelyn Keolian
Featuring solo show by Adam Webster
Music by Matt Wills
Directed by Andrew Reilly
1. The last one ended in April, when Thursday night meant spending the equivalent of eight American dollars for an unexpectedly magnificent double bill of jazz; the next one began the following morning in May, as local and imported police rained tear gas on the throngs of citizens which had assembled to demand more of its elected officials.
2. The last one ended downtown in August when the guy I had just walked past on the street who I thought looked a lot like the writer whose work I would describe as “perhaps the best being done today” was indeed the writer whose work I would describe as “perhaps the best being done today.” The next one began a short while later after he and I had finished talking shop there at the corner of Dearborn and Madison.
3. The last one ended in a bar November in New York City, as the bartender related stories of how he used to come down to this neighborhood from the Bronx “to get heroin or whatever else was around.” Now, he said, “people come down here just to imagine how cool it used to be, but believe me: it wasn’t cool. Terrifying was more like it.” The next one began when an old friend of his bought a round for everyone in the house.
4. A year ends every day.
Chicago, IL / December 30, 2015