I would like to preface this article by saying that I generally like Dave Grohl. I loved Nirvana, I enjoyed his drumming in QOTSA, and although I find most of the Foo Fighters' discography bland and uninspiring, they are amazing live and extremely skilled musicians. Now, I didn't watch the Grammys (I haven't bothered in years), so I didn't know about his speech until I saw a zillion people posting about how awesome it was on Facebook. With all the hoopla, I had to look it up, and, unlike many of my friends, I was not only unimpressed, but offended. Not only was the speech a narrow-minded slight on EDM, but, as I found out with a little research, laden with false modesty. Dave Grohl, you are the new king of humble bragging.
by Rebecca “Bonks” Rothschild
Did you know that even the undead can be douchebags? I mean they smell, they try to eat your brain and have no regard for public property. And according to the star of the upcoming WB Games title Lollipop Chainsaw, Juliet Starling, it takes a lot of shampoo lathering to get those pesky zombie chunks out of her hair after a day of shredding.
Juliet may be cute as a button but she’s a bit complicated. A cheerleader and zombie hunter, Juliet’s jewel-encrusted day planner gets pretty full. Now, before you go and make your Buffy comparisons, I’d like to point out the one very big difference. Buffy did not bedazzle and spray paint her stakes in pink, nor did her weapons ever radiate the adorable rainbow effect that Juliet’s signature chainsaw is known for.
by Anthony Regan
Siblings of a generation raised on 90s Chicago House gather near a stage at the 2011 North Coast Music Fest by the dozens to find the Englishman who could mix four records at once, or so they heard from their elders. They are teenagers who didn't even know DJs once used vinyl, yet this DJ, once a staple-resident at Crobar Chicago, who earned the hearts of millions by sheer passion for sharing music, was to them, "an urban legend" their brothers and sisters told tales of years ago. Then lights flash on a stage as a massive, body-shaking kick of bass punches through speakers, and strobe lights blaze their eyes. A large man with glasses and a big smile greets them in a charmingly distinct English accent. Within minutes, hundreds are entranced by electrifying beats, globally enriched with tracks gathered from all around the world. They'd seen DJs before, but not like him. His sound incendiary, his style indefinable and his presence lovable, as teens to 30-somethings dance and chant together, "Carl! Carl!"
by Lindsey Shaw
Any other day at the Apple Store on North Michigan Avenue would have drawn regular iPod purchasers and MacBook browsers, but on September 3rd the energy was charged with more than consumerism as fans gathered to spend some time with Andrew McMahon, the sole driving force behind Jack's Mannequin. Met with everything from a marriage proposal to birthday balloons, the former Something Corporate member and lead singer of Jack’s Mannequin shared tales of his musical ventures along with unheard tracks off the upcoming album People and Things.
photographed and written by Neil Miller, Jr.
Every year since 2005, Lollapalooza descends upon Grant Park for a weekend full of good music, moderately priced grub, and 270,000 people all scurrying to catch their favorite acts. The heat was killer, which made the trek between main stages at opposite ends of the park an exhausting one. Ultimately though, the results were rewarding. For Lolla’s 20th anniversary, they really brought it this year with a stellar lineup and a weekend that will surely serve as the best of the year for many people.