J. Rohr Lincoln Park, Chicago, Illinois Circa 2005 Though the place is crowded there's an absence in here. Shoulder to shoulder patrons squeeze their way around. A laptop looped into the stereo spits a predictable playlist of pop, while bar banter buzzes like oblivious static; anything could be playing so long as the groove [...]
Nick Cowling Driving in Hoppers Crossing, a Thursday afternoon. August 2011 That day I realised that I can still listen to metal and that I don’t need to be a music fascist and devote myself to only one genre.