I'm calling it a sabbatical. An audition, my Chicago audition. Framing it as such is really tempering my abject terror — I didn't even have another "stuck in transit, gotta get there, you're late you're late" type dream last night. I was, however, swimming with alligators while all of my friends were in a wave pool across the room. My ex-boyfriend used to make fun of me for how painfully obvious the symbolism in my dreams is. I argued that this was actually a testament to my purity of spirit, or what a well-oiled machine my subconscious is for being able to digest and repackage my daytime thoughts like that. Secretly, though, I was mad because I knew he was right.
Some notable Chicagoans:
Common - Resurrection (Large Professor rmx) (buy)
Lupe Fiasco - I Gotcha (buy)
Kid Sister - Girlie Rock (Flosstradamus rmx)
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Smashing Pumpkins - Cherub Rock (buy)
Wilco - Handshake Drugs (buy)
Liz Phair - Go West (buy)
R Kelly - Sex in the Kitchen (buy)
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