Two friends reunite and discuss Chris Farley’s greatest film with director Peter Segal.
Articles by Jay Ziegler
Michael Galaboff of Blood of the Tyrant talks beards, Battletoads, and beer.
Do these guys know how to party or what?
Oh Ringo, we meet again two years later.
Take work off and grab this record. Seriously.
Naked Raygun blew the rust off the doors off Chicago’s AAA Space, delivering one of the most kick ass secret shows let alone rock concerts this side of Lake Michigan.
Sunday’s are designed for one thing: being lazy. For the greater Chicago population, this past Sunday was anything but that. Instead, it was all about sweating off those Lobster Corn Dogs, wearing down those already worn out Chucks, and irritating those well-established sunburns from Saturday’s “fun in the sun.” But that summarizes every closing day at Lollapalooza — it’s what gives each festivalgoer that merit badge by sundown. And if we’ve learned anything from Cub (or Girl) Scouts, those badges don’t come easy.
With weather reports predicting high temperatures of up to 95 degrees, day two of Lollapalooza wasn’t exactly going to be a walk in the park, either. Well, in some respects it was, but you get the idea. By high noon, mile-long lines had already gathered at every beverage stand, and hundreds of bikini-clad girls flashed around their fresh and fashionable sunburns. Neither shade nor sunscreen made a difference — even the Ice Cream Man couldn’t save the day!
Given this year’s summer weather conditions in Chicago — chilly with a taste of sunlight — nobody expected the onslaught of rain and wind that was August 7th, 2009. Incidentally, that happened to make up the opening day of Perry Farrell’s summer music extravaganza, otherwise known as Lollapalooza. As fans rolled in at the crack of noon, rain followed… and lots of it. Some might say it was a dreary English day, which seemed fitting given the talent headlining — Depeche Mode, for those unsavvy with geography.
Ace Frehley. The name alone invokes the lore, the mystique and the overall “badassness” of one of the greatest rock guitarists of all time. As an original member and founder of “the hottest band in the land,” Kiss, Paul “Ace” …
Some of you out there are probably thinking, “Whoa…wait a minute. There was a Clash album after Combat Rock?” Well, sadly, yes there was. Like finding a four-leaf clover in the dead of winter, the chances of finding a …
It’s been awhile since Warped Tour looked even remotely enticing. The last time the traveling punk show held any relevance, Blink-182 was adding drummer Travis Barker and the world was relieved of Y2K fears. No, over the past five years, …