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This is not a photoshopped mix of Neil Young & Grace Slick

This is not a photoshopped mix of Neil Young & Grace Slick

It’s Richard Buckner. And he, Walter Meego, and Alkaline Trio have shows coming up that will take us through the unveiling of our next issue!

Bon Iver live!

Bon Iver live!

Say goodbye to the sad sack Justin Vernon exemplified on his 2008 stunner of a debut, For Emma, Forever Ago. Selling out the Chicago Theatre and surrounding himself with eight multifaceted backing musicians (everything from the violin to the trombone to the French horn was represented) Sunday night,

Jennifer Hudson live!

Jennifer Hudson live!

There’s nothing like playing the home field, especially in a loyal town like Chicago. That’s true for our sports teams as well as our musicians, as South Side native Jennifer Hudson demonstrated in an emotional homecoming at Ravinia on Saturday the 16th. Flaunting her newly trim figure in a neon-yellow blouse and tiny hot-pink skirt […]

Laughing, dead people, and fictional music

Laughing, dead people, and fictional music

This weekend’s menu has so much (little) variety (consistency), it’s a surprise Pitchfork hasn’t sponsored it. It also means one of you out there might have interest in one of The People Under The Stares, Gillian Welch, Air Guitar Championships, intimate Kelley Deal, or Tally Hall. Surely, one of you.

Hotter than a Furnace fan

Hotter than a Furnace fan

Why just the other month we were telling you about a Fiery Furnaces show. How they’re all so Oak Park – specifically Oak Park. When they’re of Illinois at all. Those words cut Eleanor Friedberger to the bone. And so she’s back to make amends.

New photo galleries!

New photo galleries!

We have Tim Hiatt’s shots from Soundgarden/Mars Volta, Steve Forstneger’s from the first day of Pitchfork, and (belatedly) Brian Ormiston’s from Rihanna last month! Visit illinoisentertainerphoto.com!

Hush now, don't say a word . . .

Hush now, don’t say a word . . .

Falling asleep wearing headphones hasn’t gotten much easier since the proliferation of earbuds, but it’s worth the attempt nonetheless. Despite a frantic rise in sleepy records, King Creosote and Jon Hopkins‘ Diamond Mind is one of the few worth adding to your doze-off collection.

#P4K 2011, LOL

#P4K 2011, LOL

Overheard in Union Park on Friday night, from two separate pairs of people – two girls, then two boys – were the following snippets of conversation: “He has so many girlfriends”; “I have totally compromised myself.” And that seemed to sum up this year’s Pitchfork Music Festival fairly well.

A Pitched battle

A Pitched battle

Like our cover stars Soundgarden, not every band has a slot locked down at Pitchfork or an afterparty — be they Moonface, Country Mice, Miguel on the Ravinia undercard, or the 2011 Metal Mergence festival.

Patti cake

Patti cake

After rising to fame fronting the girl group The Blue Belles in the 1960s and turning towards the futuristic funk of the trio Labelle during the front half of the ‘70s, Patti LaBelle was well bred for solo stardom. Stepping aside from the group format proved to be her best career move, if only for […]

Pitchfork Music Festival Preview

Pitchfork Music Festival Preview

We’ve been asked for weeks: Are you guys doing a Pitchfork preview? What kind of preview are you doing for Pitchfork? Pitchfork?

'Til Tuesday

‘Til Tuesday

This weekend you can do Folk & Roots, see 2 Live Crew at the Exxxotica Expo in Rosemont, or, in a bizarre symbiosis of the two, watch Dave Matthews dump poop in the lake at his Caravan. But what for Tuesday? Jolie Holland returns . . .

U2 live!

U2 live!

At a Grammy Awards ceremony a decade ago, U2 frontman Bono proclaimed that his band was “reapplying for the job of the best band in the world.” In order to accomplish this Herculean task, the Irish quartet would fall back on a dependable approach, specifically aping their own sound for maximum impact. The side effects, […]

We're getting the band back together

We’re getting the band back together

Those words might seem cringe-worthy for, say, Loverboy or someone. But coming from Archers Of Loaf, one of the true progenitors of indie rock, they’re welcome words – fightin’ words. They play Friday, as do Yob and The Wooden Birds.

Lover's Lane