“There’s a road l’d like to tell you about, lives in my home town
Lake Shore Drive, the road is called and it’ll take you up or down
From rats on up to riches, fifteen minutes you can fly
Pretty blue lights along the way, help you right on by
And the blue lights shining with a heavenly grace, help you right on by”
etc…
-Aliotta, Haynes & Jeremiah
Chicago. The Windy Apple. The City of the Big Shoulders.
Carl Sandburg had a lot to say about Chicago. We wanted to start with his poem and build our city upon the Big Shoulders of his verse, but time was short and the imagery almost too great to grab in hand fulls as we might have liked. The imagery almost too real and punctuated to blithley parse it into imagery without greater planning and attention. So we went with these other poets who laid down some lines, formulated a tab, put it to a beat and gave us access to another part of Chicago that might even be more relevant to the subject at hand. Music City of the mind.
Growing up in St. Louis, Missouri, down river, Chicago was the Big City. Kansas City wasn’t what we thought of as anywhere more far flung than St. Louis itself. Memphis was down river, downstream, more down home than Big Time. Chicago was where local bands moved first if they thought they could hack it, most returning or disappearing for good. Later, Chicago tuned itself different. It grew for itself a discordant fuzz under razor blade guitar noize and a staccato of a shitty four piston drum kit beat to death every show before being taped back together for the next night’s gig. Before that Chicago was part of the Classic Rock mountain of steel and concrete shaped into a city. A Music City. From Lake Shore Drive, to The Limelight, to the South Side joints.
My Morning Jacket brings their rock monolith to The Salt Shed, a new altar of sound and soul for all of the seekers of a Music City like those heralded in the classic song “Lake Shore Drive” so we started there and built our city with those people, their spaces, in mind. In their rooms, on their shelves, every shelf-top stereo is a music city in microcosm delivering inclusion into shared dreams made real by lyrics and notes soft or howling. The turntable offers a window of escape through that center hole into an endless variety of possible journeys, the destination freshly minted with each trek through the vinyl groove. Escape there or find yourself welcomed inside, it’s all the same. Music City is inside.
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