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The Piranhas Do The Sopranos

The good lady

The good lady

Red sauce fantasies

Red sauce fantasies

Sunday gravy, hour 2/4

Sun­day gravy, hour 2/4

Gabagool!

Gaba­gool!

Brajol

Bra­jol

Schcarole

Schca­role

Da ziti

Da ziti

Coupla wiseguys

Cou­pla wiseguys

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Shfooyadell, courtesy D'Amatos Italian Bakery

Shfooy­adell, cour­tesy D’Amatos Ital­ian Bakery

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10/26: The Piranhas Do The Sopranos

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Sun­day Octo­ber 26th, 6PM
at Roots & Cul­ture 1034 N Mil­wau­kee Ave.

From 5th Cen­tury Rome to late 90’s New Jer­sey, the Pira­nhas have been on a bit of Ital­ian kick in 2014. With the recent announce­ment that Tony Soprano is still alive, we’d argue that this leg­endary show has never left our col­lec­tive imag­i­na­tion. And how could you not crave the manigot, riga­tone, or any one of the ubiq­ui­tous cheese smoth­ered Ital­ian Amer­i­can casseroles that seem to be paraded around in just about every other scene. Join us on Octo­ber 26th to tuck into Carmella’s baked ziti and Artie Bucco’s bra­jol for a Soprano’s Sun­day dinner!

$30 fam­ily style din­ner with wine and dessert.

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I Dine Al Trunko: Eric May for Trunk Show

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Al Trunko was a hoot! I’d like to thank every­body that joined us on a beau­ti­ful Indian Summer’s after­noon and braved the gas­tro­nom­i­cal odd­i­ties that I curated for our tour. Big thanks to Trunk Show, Raven and Jesse for cre­at­ing this oppor­tu­nity, its a won­der­ful project that lit­er­ally takes the art to the streets, how could I not be thrilled and flat­tered to par­tic­i­pate! Mostly I was just stoked to show off the south­west side of Chicago, which was unchar­tered ter­ri­tory for many of the guests. Not only did we sam­ple the native culi­naria, but the culture/ history/ architecture/ sig­nage of this part of the city offered a lot more to chew on.

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The house card­board sound system!

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Al Trunko sur­vival kit

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Mighty dog” a mother in law + a dog + cheese sauce

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Jim Show totem pole, from top: crispy Jim Shoe, two large Jim Shoes, Jim Shoe Super Taco

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Crispy Jim Shoe

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Dionysiac Rising

“Man is no longer an artist, he has become a work of art: the artis­tic power of the whole of nature reveals itself to the supreme grat­i­fi­ca­tion of the pri­mal One­ness amidst the parox­ysms of intoxication”

I left my mak­ing com­fort zone a lit­tle bit this sum­mer. For the past two years, for Shan­non Stratton’s “Party as Form” class, I’ve been invited to lec­ture about the Fri­day night cos­tume par­ties at Ox-Bow and I’ve taken the oppor­tu­nity to unpack my his­tory with par­ty­ing (rav­ing, cos­tum­ing, gen­eral rag­ing) in these talks. I’ve felt that as an artist work­ing with social strate­gies that par­ty­ing is one of the most inclu­sive, par­tic­i­pa­tory acts of social inter­ac­tion and could be a per­fect form for this type of work. Also, I feel that plea­sure is cen­tral to my work and what is more plea­sur­able than par­ty­ing? As boy Niet­zsche so suc­cinctly puts it above, par­ty­ing is a self­less, col­lec­tive activ­ity. So par­ty­ing might have a hard time jiv­ing with the authorship-obsessed endeavor that is art mak­ing. Social prac­ti­tion­ers might be too hung up on try­ing to prove that their work is pro­duc­tive and func­tional and mak­ing an argu­ment, when maybe, the form of socia­bil­ity is organic and messy and based in desire. Dionysian rather than Apollinarian.

So I made a shrine to my own party world, which you could say is a rather insu­lar exer­cise. Though Ox-Bow, as a tiny com­mu­nity, has the inher­ent nature of being inclu­sive and col­lec­tive. And much of the pop­u­la­tion enjoys the Fri­day night par­ties, so I felt like I had a cap­tive, party lit­er­ate audi­ence that would rec­og­nize my sig­ni­fiers. I wanted to make a rit­u­al­ized space for peo­ple to party in, a shrine to the Dionysiac at Ox-Bow. I started to see ele­ments of cos­tumes as objects embed­ded with activ­ity, a liv­ing record of their very active his­tory. This piece (doc­u­mented here in video) is a jump­ing off spot, an inves­ti­ga­tion into shared expe­ri­ence, fetishized activ­ity, an attempt to find party as form.

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I’m a Raver Baby, So Why Don’t Ya Kill Me

20 years ago today I went to my first rave, the flyer for that party + fly­ers for (nearly all) of the par­ties I ever went to are below:

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We’d been col­lect­ing these trippy dig­i­tally designed fly­ers at our favorite record shops. With proper con­di­tions– driver’s licenses and the per­fect alibi of sleep­ing over at each other’s houses on Sat­ur­day nights before our 9 am Early Col­lege Pro­gram ceram­ics class at the School of the Art Insti­tute– we were able to make this a real­ity. We called the hot­line on the back of the flyer, which I believe led us to Wax Trax on Damen to buy tick­ets and get the address for a sec­ond check­point where we’d pick up a map to the actual loca­tion of the party. I can­not tell you where this party was– (though a post on this mes­sage board recounts it being a sub­ur­ban loca­tion and that it got busted, nei­ther details I recall) we pulled up on a des­o­lated stretch of an indus­trial cor­ri­dor and were hur­riedly waved down a dark alley by a shad­owy fig­ure, the tell­tale thump, thump, thump sig­nal­ing to us that we were headed on the right course and not about to get jumped.

Once inside the ware­house, there was some famil­iar ambiance from our already-growing-up-too-fast-in-the-suburbs lifestyle– nitrous oxide tanks hiss­ing, inflat­ing giant punchy bal­loons and Lawn­mower Man being pro­jected onto a white sheet. The deeper we pen­e­trated the thick crowd, things got con­sid­er­ably more exotic– club kids in three foot tall plat­form shoes, naked flesh, chill out rooms drip­ping with sex and out-in-the-open drug use. The main dance floor was a wall to wall throb of too loud bass and jack­ing bod­ies. This was an urban crowd and there were all kinds of peo­ple los­ing them­selves in the orgias­tic rhythm. I remem­ber not being intim­i­dated, not like my first indus­trial con­cert a few years before, but feel­ing exhil­a­rated and a lit­tle bit jit­tery. This was a safe space to get freaky. We let our­selves go and joined the pul­sat­ing hive.

Unfor­tu­nately, the sub­se­quent 20 or so raves we attended were not quite as idyl­lic. At our sec­ond party, who did we run into within a half hour of step­ping foot into the ware­house, but the same ass­holes who were push­ing us down the stairs at school a few years ear­lier. The same kids that were cop­ping our Min­istry and Red Hot Chili Pep­per t-shirts, co-opting all of the sub­cul­tural expres­sions that we had to work so hard to dis­cover and estab­lish our­selves as dif­fer­ent from them and proud of it. Those were the times– Loll­palooza, alter­na­tive rock radio, recre­ational drugs– it was cool to be weird. At least we really were weird, and onto cool stuff a year or two before those jocks. There was a sea change in the rave scene. We’d been the first wave of sub­ur­ban kids gen­tri­fy­ing a vital urban cul­ture and it just kept going that way come 1995. The par­ties even moved to the sub­urbs, I remem­ber one in a park­ing lot of a truck­ing com­pany like a mile from my high school. I’m stoked we got to see a party like Lady­bug– to have a taste of the hal­cyon era of the early 90s that seemed to be the nat­ural pro­gres­sion of the utopia of House. Sure there were other good nights– the right con­coc­tion of a good buzz, cute looks, and com­mu­nal vibes focused on the dance. But for the most part, when these par­ties weren’t get­ting shut down by the cops, they looked like open air drug mar­kets with zomb­i­fied sub­ur­ban kids, dress­ing the part with the over­sized polos and visors, becom­ing prey to dope ped­dlers (per­haps con­nected with the pro­mot­ers) who scammed their parent’s cash in exchange for god-knows-what (the ecstasy was also very expen­sive, we could never afford designer drugs after shelling out $20– $25 at the door. My only cash flow at the time was sell­ing Fimo beads at school). This was not PLUR, kids.

But I’m glad I was there. I took pride in pulling together out­ra­geous out­fits– the over­sized plas­tic wal­let chains, GIANT pants, tiny tops repur­posed from stuffed ani­mals, all sorts of home made jew­elry. Inclu­siv­ity and indi­vid­u­al­ity were high pri­or­ity val­ues for me through­out my teens and early twen­ties and I con­stantly desired sup­port­ive scenes. These ideals were cer­tainly a major appeal of Ox-Bow for me. There’s some­thing prag­matic about the utopia of the rave– for one night, no mat­ter who you were, you could dress up, get high, and dance and every­one around you was a part of this whole. In the morn­ing, you’d drive home, go to bed, wake up and go back to work or school. The one nighter.

And of course, the music. After many years of liv­ing in the city, I’ve come to savor the imper­sonal, some­times harsh qual­ity of elec­tronic music, it reflects the land­scape. Herein lies the other dystopic/utopic flip of rave– an embrace of the urban sit­u­a­tion. Redi­rect­ing the iso­lat­ing hos­til­ity of city life and mak­ing a party of it.

Back then it was nearly impos­si­ble to fig­ure out what we were danc­ing to. I was too shy to approach the DJ booth (and back then in the white label era, DJs guarded their tracks) so mix­tapes were the only access to tak­ing the jams home. In my two years rav­ing, the music changed a lot as well. At Lady­bug and my other favorite par­ties, the DJs were play­ing hard, min­i­mal house sounds and some­times nudg­ing into faster Euro­pean techno. If you look at the fly­ers and know these DJ names, it will make sense as you scroll, I pre­ferred the Chicago vets like Der­rick Carter and Mys­tic Bill. Terry Mullen and Hyper­ac­tive were the two we fol­lowed most closely and they were very pro­lific at the time. I col­lected all of the Hyper­ac­tive mixes, which were a mix of old school Chicago acid house and more con­tem­po­rary hard­core. By 95 every­thing was get­ting faster and harder and there were more and more Euro­pean DJs fly­ing in from the Dutch, Bel­gian, and Ger­man hard­core scenes. And then jun­gle hap­pened which seemed to divide the scene fur­ther by 96. I like a lot these styles, but the old school Chicago will always be close to my heart. I could lis­ten to Acid Tracks every­day and it would sound dif­fer­ent every time– cold and alien, yet seduc­tively organic. We are Phuture you can’t defeat us.

Seem­ingly a life­long quest, I am still hunt­ing down the uniden­ti­fied ear worms that are fos­silized deep in my mem­ory banks. I started DJing about 10 years ago and have col­lected a lot of old school Chicago stuff by dig­ging through every­thing I can find on labels like Trax, Dance­ma­nia, and Relief/ Cajual. Also, for­tu­nately, on web­sites like ravearchive.com you can down­load many of these clas­sic mix tapes and with the handy tech­nol­ogy of Shazam, I’ve been able to track down a bunch of the clas­sic dance floor bangers of the era. Here’s a list of my favorite rave jams:

Phuture– Acid Tracks

And of course the flyer art. If you scroll up and down this blog, you will see the last­ing impres­sion bad old dig­i­tal design will always have on my work.

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9/27: Eric May for Trunk Show: “I Dine Al Trunko”

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Sat­ur­day Sep­tem­ber 27th, 12pm– 3pm

Meet at Eck­hart Park on Noble St., just north of Chicago. Tour will depart from there. Car­pool­ing is encour­aged. Please bring $15– $20 for chow.

To dine “Al Trunko” sim­ply means to dine off the trunk (or hood) of one’s car. Typ­i­cally this is a means of neces­sity when din­ing at estab­lish­ments that do not pro­vide appro­pri­ate accom­mo­da­tions (though noth­ing is stop­ping you from eat­ing off your car if its a sunny day or you are just not in the mood to pay gra­tu­ity). The term “Al Trunko” was coined some­time in the mid-2000s– likely over sty­ro­foam trays of South Side BBQ– by the com­mu­nity of Chicago– based food chat site, LTHForum.com, of which Eric (screen name “Jefe”) is an active member.

Join us on Sat­ur­day, Sep­tem­ber 27th for a tour of native South Side del­i­ca­cies, enjoyed Al Trunko in their nat­ural habi­tat. The tour will meet on the near north­west side and head down panoramic S West­ern Ave. to kick off the day right with a Mother-in-law at Fat John­nies (as seen on “Anthony Bordain’s” No Reser­va­tions). We will then head to the pic­turesque Mount Green­wood neigh­bor­hood on the city’s far south­west side for a taste of Eric’s favorite child­hood Ital­ian Beef at Pop’s. The tour will con­clude over­look­ing scenic Mar­quette Park for a sam­ple of the fabled Jim Shoe from the neighborhood’s fine Super Sub establishment.

Please note: it is highly advised to pack an Al Trunko Sur­vival Kit as detailed in the schematic above.

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9/20: OKTOBERFEST

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WHAT: Eric’s Ger­many Kitchen presents: OKTOBERFEST

WHEN: Sat­ur­day Sep­tem­ber 20th, 5– 8 PM

WHERE: Roots & Cul­ture 1034 N Mil­wau­kee Ave.

WHY: Chef Eric needs an occa­sion to address his cul­tural her­itage. Also, you will be par­ty­ing all week­end because of the art fair any­way and will need some cheap, greasy food + more drinks. ALSO, it hap­pens to be real OKTOBERFEST weekend.

WHAT ELSE: $10 gets you: bratwurst, Ger­man potato salad, home­made pret­zel, kraut, + 1 beer. $20 gets you din­ner + a lim­ited edi­tion stein with free refills.

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5/6: Citric Benevolence Cartel at MCA

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Goi Ga, meyer lemon, chicharron

Goi Ga, meyer lemon, chicharron

Jicama and mandarina salad with mint

Jicama and man­da­rina salad with mint

Cebiche, cara cara, cancha

Cebiche, cara cara, cancha

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#bloodlimes

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