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.
Screenshot of Super Mario Kart for SNES | credit: Dan's Bit Ratchet Blog
by Gino (OMGino) Pennacchio | @ZOMGino
The fleeting moment of victory in Mario Kart… there really isn’t anything quite like it…
Tell me that you have beaten Super Mario Kart for the Super Nintendo, 150cc, on Special Cup, with 45 points. Not 42… not 39… but 45. First place finish each race. Tell me you have done this… that you have at one point defied all odds and fended off that pesky bitch, Koopa Troopa, five straight times with perfect results. Tell me you have managed to defeat a team of ultra-skilled CPUs that are able to jump over banana peels (seriously how is that even fair) and shoot flaming Bowser balls (what else would you call them), Yoshi eggs and shrinking mushrooms — all at the incredibly annoying frequency of every five seconds — on five courses that are designed to fuck you big time.
If you’ve done this, we need to have coffee together because that “holy-shit” moment happened to me eight months ago. When it happened I kind of couldn’t believe it. I sat there staring at the flawless line:
by Neil Miller, Jr.
Few bands that can be lumped into the metal genre have had as much crossover success and so many stellar albums as Sacramento's own Deftones. With only one or two slight missteps in their career (their 2003 self-titled record being the most common amongst hardcore fans), the Deftones can be considered legends of our time through their unique mish-mashing of everything from metal to punk to trip-hop and everything in between. Although most consider 2000's White Pony to be their career peak, last year's Diamond Eyes is certainly a worthy forerunner to their best work and surely better things to come.