We're seeking new members for our 2025 Board of Directors, as well as our founding Associate Board for young professionals 35 and under. Details and application at each of the links above.
We're seeking new members for our 2025 Board of Directors, as well as our founding Associate Board for young professionals 35 and under. Details and application at each of the links above.
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Our latest Factory session features legendary Chicago collective ONO performing live at CHIRP Studios. This session was recorded on location at the CHIRP studio building by Mike Lust of Manor Mobile Recording. Video of the session was captured & edited by Big Foot Media.
The band is made up of P. Michael on synths, Dawei Wang on guitar, Ben Baker Billington on drums, Connor Tomaka on electronics, and Travis on vocals.
1. Snatch (0:18)
2. I Dream of Sodomy (7:03)
3. Heroin (14:19)
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by Jessi Roti
Ziggy Stardust, the Thin White Duke, the Goblin King, or just Bowie –whatever identity he claimed, he shared with us and we loved him even more for it. Rock’s first champion of the weirdos, David Bowie’s art was rapturous from beginning to end. While he has now floated far from the physical world, his legacy – when stripped of the glitter, costumes, and alter-egos, is most simply and beautifully all about being true to oneself.
The very first record I played on my turntable was The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars. I was 16 and it was a gift from my cousin, Paul. As soon as I dropped the needle on “Five Years,” it was kismet. Sure, I had heard “Changes” and the ultimate anthem, “Rebel, Rebel” (which is forever tattooed on my left arm), but I had never sat and listened to a full, Bowie record; experiencing the entire spectrum of the humanity as he, as his character, had lived and died.
(CHIRP Radio's Teresa Cuevas attended Day 1 of the Reaction New Years Eve Festival)
For months I had been anticipating shaking my Christmas leftovers off at the Reaction New Years event. Unfortunately, the sweet thumping of electro beats did not send me in to a frenzy of movement that even your grandmother would be embarrassed of. Instead, I wandered around an only partially filled convention center searching for the dancing gods who, when finally found, barely inspired me to sway side to side as if at a junior high dance.