January 12, 2011: Do Humans Dream of Breathing Sheep?
As I returned from a friend’s in Evanston and awaited my Red Line transfer at the Howard El, I wondered, Is this what Blade Runner was all about? Sure, our world is not filled with replicants (as far as we know) but isn’t everything else pretty similar? Bodies crowding streets and sidewalks, eyes rushing past the others, giant billboards telling us how wonderful our lives can be, strangers everywhere, an untrustworthy government, public spaces dirty and unkept.
When I got there Wednesday evening, the line was already stretched far down the alley ‘neath the Blue Line L tracks of Wicker Park, what seemed like miles away from the Double Door entrance we were all waiting to pass through. This, it seemed to me, was an excessively enormous gathering of people for a band I’d never really heard of. Indeed, if it hadn’t been for my brother and our friends Mok (rhymes with smoke) and Train insisting that I listen to their songs on the Myspace page, I may never have known that a band called Crystal Castles existed. I certainly would not have noticed the flyer announcing their free concert. I definitely would not have called MJ and Mok to tell them about the free concert. And I most certainly-definitely would not have found myself willingly standing in that line. Continue reading “From July 12, 2008: A night at the Crystal Castles concert”