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He’s won the gamble of life. He’s bet on love.
A play about double identities pushes the boundaries between humor and drama
But the most compelling stories are the human ones behind the photos. Moving from one picture to the next, Davis builds a web of neighborhood lives.
Start with the University. You must, because its gravitational force–money, prestige, vision–is what constitutes Hyde-Park-as-such in the first place, gives it its distinctive topography and limits. Without the UofC, Hyde Park would long ago have dissolved into the surrounding South Side. And yet the University’s directive force only sculpts the neighborhood-scape to a certain extent. Into its crevices and blind spots, the South Side languidly but ineluctably flows, filling in available space, moving over when diverted, then back again.
The answers on the cramped, handwritten charts were self-reported and unverified, and much of the employment information was, in Vieth’s words, “aspirational” at best.
“It’s one of the better groups I’ve done. There’s no divas here.” -Clark Webber
Balliett brings together all of her most celebrated characters in one book for an adventure involving the puzzling mystery of a museum robbery, a Chicago art tour, and a ghost.
Track Master Scott has been spinning house music at clubs, parties, and events since 1985. As the face of Park Avenue Promotions, an on-the-ground fliers distributor, Track Master toes the line between artist and promoter. For his own events, he often serves as both. His goal has always been the same: to get as many people as possible on the dance floor. Since December 2013, Track Master has hosted “The Track Master Scott Show” on WHPK, where he spins house mixes live on air. His trademark sound is a lion’s roar. The show airs on WHPK 88.5 FM every Friday, from 4am to 6am.
We sit in semi-circles of folding chairs around the projector, snacks and lemonade in hand, waiting for the lights to dim.