Look, a collage of my time in Chicago, about two months too late. You'll notice that the tag line "European Jazz Meets Chicago" features prominently here. This may lead you to think that that was a big part of our trip. It was a loud part. There are some things that should not meet and perhaps Europe and Jazz should join that list, along with water and oil fire, and failure and me. We arrived late to the show and only caught the last few songs of an experimental jazz group. There were parts that looked like jazz (the instruments certainly did), was structured like jazz, built off of the same riffs as jazz, and yet it sounded... loud. Very loud. And extreme- it was a hard, metal sounding jazz. Not that there's anything wrong with it. Just not the thrashing good time I expected, that's all.
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