Weekend Possibilities

Sep 20, 2005 14:02

All taken from flavorpill.com

The Renegade Craft Fair

when:Sat 9.24 & Sun 9.25 (11am-6pm)
where:Wicker Park (1425 N Damen Ave)
price:

links:Event Info
It's the conscientious consumer's favorite time of year again, as the Renegade Craft Fair sets up shop in Wicker Park proper. Those in-the-know don't go to find soap-bottle cozies at this urban bazaar - vendors hawk everything from screenprinted rock-show posters and chain-mail chokers to handbound books and handknit clutches. And if you get overwhelmed by the smorgasbord of crafty treats, take a breather in the park with your favorite independent media; the Chicago Reader, Venus, and WLUW will be on hand to satisfy your more cerebral side.

John Cage's Musicircus

when:Sun 9.25 (1-5pm)
where:Museum of Contemporary Art (220 E Chicago Ave, 312.280.2660) map
price:

links:Event Info | John Cage | Museum of Contemporary Art
Forgoing three rings and exotic animals for a more experimental, conceptually driven - yet still riotous - circus, the Chicago Composers Forum pays homage to modern music's granddaddy of Zen-like randomness, John Cage, in the first Chicago performance of Musicircus (1967), Cage's no-holds-barred paean to the aesthetic possibilities of chance. Gathering over 125 individuals and groups from middle-school marching bands and gymnastic teams, to poets, dancers, actors, musicians, and a sprinkling of Fluxus fun-makers for good measure, the sprawling event takes over the entire MCA, inside and out, for a good part of an afternoon. Think of it as an arty trapeze performance, without a safety net.

The National w/ Talkdemonic

when:Fri 9.23 (7pm)
where:Schubas (3159 N Southport Ave, 773.525.2508) map
price:$12
links:Event Info | The National | Talkdemonic
Flush with steel guitar, brushed snares, and desert delay, the National's Alligator sets up a perfectly parched terrain for the flowering of vocalist Matt Berninger's bleak, lyrical blossoms. Though they're from Ohio, the band recalls San Francisco's American Music Club, especially thanks to Berninger's gravelly, Mark Eitzel-like drawl. There's no schtick here, and it's no use appending "garage," "nu-," or "alt-" to the National's rootsy rock. They serve up nothing more than sad, expertly rendered songs that speak to the dirty, worn-out lover in us all.
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