Mike Sennett

“Luckily, Chicago was a place filled with sound: the cacophony of voices on the street, the rattle of a train on an elevated track. The car-horn section wailing. Oh, Chicago, music everywhere, when you listened. Street festivals in the neighborhoods every summer weekend, concerts in the shell downtown no one could keep you from enjoying outside the fence. Magnificent Mile shops spilling pop tunes onto the sidewalks, and accompanying on percussion, celebratory fireworks any time of year and bucket boys banging on their five-gallon tubs for whatever change you can spare.”
― Lori Rader-Day, Wreck Your Heart