onight, the Stony Island Arts Bank is wallpapered by projector beams. A clip of feet on pavement covers each of four walls. The scrape of sneakers on tarmac plays on loop over the sound system: it sounds like Chicago. When the dancers walk onstage, they’re in socks, near-silent. But once they lace their sneakers, there’s […]
the era
Posted inMusic, Music Issue 2017