THELONIOUS ON THE CITY OF CHICAGO
The Chi-town fest is mid-city chillin. Sometimes the music fest is a big farm thang…dust clouds cough cough…tent city—Ewok Village in the trees—claim your land pitch your tent say what’s up to your neighbors. If it starts to rain let it rain smiles—let smiles reign—it’s that positive at music fest, on the real for real. Whether in Tennessee at Bonnaroo, or at a Nevada desert for Burning Man: it’s all-right all-right…but this one—this fest—Chi-town all the way. Somewhere between the chaos of New Yawk and the nirvana of Frisco lies our kind-a town. Chi-town with its ‘L’ lines. Where rush-hour isn’t RUSH-HOUR like New Yawk. Where dollars are earned and spent by hard work, not like them dot-com fools of late nineties Frisco. Chi-town: where the faces of women pale in comparison to those of the spicier Miami. Chi-town: city of blues, city of lovable loser, city of cub and bear…city of FI-YA. A summer afternoon in our kind-a town: families flying kites in Grant Park, lovers making promises by the Buckingham Fountains, dogs pissing in the rose garden, musicians playing in the Petrillo Music Shell, everyone getting a taste of Chicago: and all that jazz. Up at Wrigley the Cubbies are battling the Giants—ma-a-a-n—every-ting continuing according to a beautiful summer day. Just add in the music fest. And Chi-town knew it. It knew the circus had come to town. Soldier’s Field my nigga—home of the long-count boxing match in 26’—home of them Army-Navy football battles. Ain’t no National Football League game today at Soldier’s Field. Nubian Funky Lifestyles, aiight. Natural Fun Laboratory, bet. Noticeably Free Lovin, y-e-e-a-a—that’s the ticket. It’s game day, bitches. Come watch the Green Bud Packers hug the Chicago Bros. But check it: ain’t no gladiators in this Coliseum, no clashing only meshing, thousands and thousands of headz, meshing. And even though Soldier’s Field serves a diet of pork, shwilly beer, and saturated fat, headz don’t care cause inside, inside the stadium they gonna be servin up the funk. Just wish I was around to consume it.
If you’re looking for a place to go, how about back to the music festival?
