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| Home: Sicily. Age: Deep enough into the middle to bring us (you? we? me?) together. Profession: Clean cacophony. Hobbies: UNICEF. Last Book Read: They gave, whaddaya want. Last Accomplishment: Communally titling their last album. Quote: "The big bands will come back!" Profile: Yeah, they're slick. Slick as a walrus' tusk in a snowstorm. But. Feelin' stronger every day, anyhow. Instant psychoanalysis, group yet, but still cheap rates. Chicago runs the musical gamut. But more than that, they do it successfully. Big and wide and uplifting, this band is the Chigaco that ate eggplant... and then the world. Beer: Boy Howdy! |
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Photo by Michael N. Marks
