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flavorpill.com The Renegade Craft Fair
when:Sat 9.24 & Sun 9.25 (11am-6pm)
where:Wicker Park (1425 N Damen Ave)
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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)
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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)
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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.