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By Candice Triche
Two friends check out a band back in 2009 to only hear the noise of the crowd. As true fans of music, they decided to create a different experience for true fans of live music. Starting in their own living room, Sofar Sounds was born. Reaching various parts of the world, the intimate settings have become a great way to hear up and coming artists of all genres. Sofar can feel like a private club in a way. After you choose what area and night you’d like to see a show, you get your email 24hrs before, with only the address and time to be there.
Lofts, art spaces, rooftops and living rooms make for a good night of new faces and even better acoustics. Halloween night was filled with slow low vocals, and a hype ending. As soon as Amara was introduced, self described as ‘horror pop”, it felt like she was curated just for the night. Her angelic voice led with beat machines and guitar took us into the night of erie ambiance, that kept all heads nodding. Her rendition of Come Little Children from the classic Halloween tale, “Hocus Pocus”, was an awesome treat.
The Predictions followed, with their fluid like harmonies and guitar play that kept the crowd calm and relaxed. Described as Flower Child, Skeleton Rock, the tunes definitely had a '60s feel. Closing out the show, Elton Aura with full band, took the crowd to an energizing level. Lyrics, vocals, drums, and trumpet, you felt like you were at a full-fledged concert.
Technically, there are no openers and closers of a Sofar night. All who perform hold their own in a unique way, and the energy and openness of all who attend is something that you can't truly explain without checking out for yourself. It is, all in all, about the music. Sofar sogood.
(Click here for a list of upcoming shows and to find out how you can get involved.)
Aiming to inspire young voters, Chicago-native Chance The Rapper led a "parade to the polls" Monday after playing a free block party. The anticipated turnout grew larger than expected and moved to Petrillo Music Shell in Grant Park, then ended at an early voting site. The event was hosted by Chance's nonprofit organization and included performaces by Twin Peaks, Taylor Bennett, and Malcolm London.
A record number of Chicagoans have voted early this year. The event fell the day before Tuesday's election and reminds everyone else to get out and vote!
by Kyle Sanders
Every year, it's a guessing game. Those eyes--those wide, darkened pupils--belong to someone but I can't figure it out who. Do they belong to Bridgette Bardot? Catherine Deneuve? Marlene Dietrich? Or how about Jeanne Moreau? Giuletta Masina? Anna Magnani? The longer I stare, the more impatient my questions become: WHO'S EYES DO YOU BELONG TO? WHAT HAVE YOU SEEN? WHAT STORIES CAN YOU TELL?!
In case I've completely lost you, I'm referring to the eyes that have become synonymous with the Chicago International Film Festival, an annual celebration of foreign film that was held at the AMC River East Theater in downtown Chicago October 17th through the 27th. The festival's alluring logo features a set of soft, mesmerizing eyes belonging to a feminine black and white shape.
This set of eyes suggests to hold plenty of life experiences, such as love, hope, and desire, much like my own eyes or even yours. It's why I come to this event every year--to see these familiar stories told from another set of eyes in a different world unlike my own.
I have seen a lot of movies, more so than the average movie enthusiast. I own a book entitled 1001 Movies You Must See Before You Die, and so far I've seen 700 of those titles (plus hundreds of others not included on that list), and at least half of them have been foreign films. Within the past ten years, I've become comfortably acquainted with the likes of Akira Kurosawa, Ingmar Bergman, Federico Fellini, Michael Powell, Satyajit Ray, Agnes Varda, Peter Weir, Andrei Tarkovsky, Pedro Almodovar, Michelangelo Antonioni, Yasujiro Ozu, Jean-Luc Godard, and countless others.
While I feel like I've reached the point of desensitization, I still yearn to find a film that will enthrall me, leave me motionless in my seat as the end credits roll, numb to the visceral feeling I've just experienced. The CIFF is where I come to fulfill such hopes, and more often than not, that mission is accomplished. The best part about the CIFF is the audience: film lovers young and old (mostly old) who talk about nothing other than their love of film, conversations that rattle on 450 words per minute. Yes, the extensive ramblings of the film lover can sometimes be tedious and annoying, but one thing is for certain: they know to shut the hell up once the movie starts rolling, and remain silent until the lights go up.