Practice Space

Kids drag out mattresses and tumble on them like gym mats...off a trampoline, then boing! on the Queen, head over heels. At night, Kinzie Ave becomes a dragstrip for imports. Hundreds of spectators line the tire-guard bumpers along loading docks to watch. When the cops come, people break up slowly.

The building is a sentry over this corner. Built in 1900; first boarding rooms for the railmen, then YMCA, community center, halfway-house. And now, a cheap practice space for local bands.

We've got stacks of our favorite records on hand, a semi-cold fridge stocked with cheap swill, and plenty of time to whittle the hours away on our awkward, bushy-tailed anthems. Alex and I will 4-track it to a show eventually. I think analogue could and should come back in a big way.