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Comment by KatieP on October 11, 2010 at 3:18am

John - we definitely need between stops tunes!

Comment by Kelly on October 10, 2010 at 1:33pm

Double booked myself that night :-(

Comment by Craig S. on October 10, 2010 at 7:13am

Really wish I could go, parental duties are keeping me away.

Comment by John on October 9, 2010 at 7:15am

I have Clarence Carter if there will be between-stops-tunes.

Comment by KatieP on October 9, 2010 at 6:16am

Thoughts on Artis's lounge (via centerstage)

Editorial Review of Artis's Lounge
You want an authentic Chicago blues experience? Oh, OK. Well, how about cramming into a tiny South Side bar with a six-person band jamming two feet away from you, while they break out classics like "Strokin'," "Members Only" and "While You Were Steppin Out, Someone Else is Steppin In"? Sound good?
Artis's Lounge on 87th Street has been in operation for nineteen years. Its walls are covered almost entirely in mirrors and windows, maybe to make it appear larger than it is, or maybe to showcase the blues bands that play, sans stage, in the front window. Most of the small venue is taken up by the circular bar in the middle, and customers cluster around it during performances. The bar offers the basics, so stick with beer and hard liquor: No wine snobs allowed. There's a mighty fine jukebox with classic blues and soul albums, but most evenings live music is happening, and that's the real reason to visit.

A word to the wise: if you're not a native South-Sider, you'll be in the minority here. There is a social contract while a guest at Artis's: Sit where the bartender directs you, tip well (hey, there's usually no cover, and keep in mind that it's cash-only), and be attentive to the performers. Dignified behavior on your part will reap the rewards of a unique and musically exhilarating experience.

Comment by KatieP on October 8, 2010 at 8:21am

To get you all stoked - "Why I listen to the blues" by Z.N. Lupetin.

http://www.splicetoday.com/music/why-i-listen-to-the-blues

"Dad was different. In the car when he popped in a jam he made you listen with him. He turned it up loud. And you didn’t speak during the song. It was education. It didn’t matter if I had friends in the car, if it was a particularly poignant verse or a swinging guitar solo like the one 28 minutes into The Allman Brothers’ “Mountain Jam,” he’d make everyone in the car sit silently. When Duane went nuts on “Drunken Hearted Boy” or “Statesboro Blues” I could feel his breathless excitement.

Dad’s passion was contagious. In my room I started sitting in front of my Sharp boombox and listening harder, deeper. And while Pops could probably die happy listening to only The Allman Bro’s Live at Fillmore East and The Grateful Dead’s What A Long Strange Trip It’s Been compilation on an eternal loop, just before I left home for good he showed me one last thing: the blues. "

Comment by Aaron Bussey on October 8, 2010 at 8:13am

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