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Aidan Reviews Cibo Matto’s Chicago Concert

Posted on March 9, 2014

About a year or so ago Aidan and I attended the Cibo Matto concert at Chicago’s Lincoln Hall. On Thursday the girls were back and this time in support of their long-awaited new album Hotel Valentine. At the last minute I was unable to attend. But Aidan still went and this his review of the overall experience. Aidan: First of all, you know Cibo Matto has a song on the new record called “Deja Vu.” Well I experienced a bit of Deja Vu as I was walking in the concert when I saw the same cigarette-smoking girl outside the theater as the last time we saw Cibo Matto. Only this time she didn’t ask me what my problem was. Me: I think Deja Vu…

I Liked Her Shoes, He Loved Her Feet

Posted on March 1, 2014

There’s something about a skinny brunette wearing clunky black shoes. I liked Jenny’s shoes. I told her so as we sat on the front steps of the therapeutic day school for at-risk students we worked at in Chicago’s Lincoln Park neighborhood. We were on a break and playing that game where you each pick out someone and ask the other” “Would you sleep with him/her?” Any girl Jenny picked that looked like her was always a yes. And being we were near the campus of DePaul University, there were a lot. Shoulder-length curly black hair, pale face, slim not-so-athletic body and imperfect nose. And clunky black shoes. I liked Jenny’s shoes. When Jenny and I went back inside we met the person who loved…

Bringing Aibreann back from Ireland

Posted on January 24, 2014

Or “The Asshole Dublin Club” “You know, my sister talks about you a lot. I think she cares about you. You seem to mean something to her.” “Then why is she in Ireland?” And so it began. Another reason to travel back to Ireland. Bring the girl back. Shauna didn’t have to answer my question about her sister. We knew why she was there. It had to do with a graduate research program at Trinity College for a semester, maybe two. Maybe three. I was hoping to get her back after one. It’s not just because we were, as she called it, “an almost” before she left. No one’s being selfish here. The bottom line is there was a creative project of ours Aibreann…