![]() ![]() As I sat down on a stoop, looking out at the church across the street while the guy next to me wolfed down a sandwich and the girl on my other side craned her neck around, looking for her friend, I was nearly vibrating with excitement. Of course, the closer I walked to Thalia Hall I could also pick them out by the way they wrapped around the corner, leaning against the stonework and talking to friends. As probably the most boring-looking person who would end up waiting in line to see Slow Mass, Gouge Away, and headliner La Dispute (I’d just come from my day job, sue me), I could pick out fellow concert-goers by the metal-band font on their shirts and the dye in their hair. ![]() Tuesday, April 23rd, was a nice, cool day, not rainy as the forecast had promised the day before: a lovely day to guess who exactly on the Pink Line toward 54th and Cermak was getting off at the 18th Street stop based on their clothes. ![]()
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