The sounds of the streets and subway stops in Chicago. There is music everywhere, by everyone. Whether it is the boys hammering away on plastic bins, the next Eartha Kitt singing her heart out at the Belmont stop, the local bands getting gigs at the street festivals (then being signed to a label), or the saxophonist on the street corner in the loop…one does not need to attend the Chicago Symphony Orchestra or Ravinia to get a taste of classical and cultural music. We love our summer, celebrate it in fact (there is so much to do, too much to do—5 festivals this weekend, a parade, yoga in the park, wine tastings, fashion show, sports, summer leagues, movies in the park, antique and outdoor markets, architectural tours, farmer’s markets, al fresco dining, the beaches, 4 concerts, a speaking series, community volunteer,…I am tired just thinking about what I could do every weekend. I feel guilty for missing too much. You just cannot do it all.) As the music is wonderful, so are the other city sounds—the iron rattle of the El, the roar at Wrigley Field, the guy on the corner who tells everyone they are condemned to hell for something, the dogs barking at the park, the clattering of plates, and the excited greetings of “it has been too long” friends who happened to run into each other in this big city.
I feel this site starts to capture a part of what makes me love this city, Chicago.
(it is not my site, nor do I know the sitemaster)