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When I started writing this blog in 2018 I did some homework (that was a first) and discovered a recommendation that posts of at least 300 words were more likely to enhance search engine optimization, which sounded like good thing.

Early on, that was one of my goals and I largely achieved it in the first two years. Over time, however, and with some causation related to the pandemic, my default state of apathy crept in and my blog lengths became much more random.

This month, however, something has gone berserk. My blog already has received almost as many nonsubscriber visits as it did in all of 2024, even though I’ve posted only one new item (things will be picking up soon).

Apparently, the bots have found me, each online night crawler (not the great Jake Gyllenhaal movie)  jumping around my site like Olympic acrobots, though, I must note, I still have never had a viewing from anyone in Botswana.

Should I be worried? How did this version of botulism arise in the Petri dish we call the Internet? What attracted them to me? Is it chemical? Has my vocabularic syntax generated some sort of pheromones? (which sounds like a horse in the Kentucky Derby or a minor character in a Shakespearean play).

Whatever the cause, it has inspired me to think bigger, ergo Bots: The Musical, using songs to be developed through the miracle of generative AI, once all the copyright lawsuits have been settled.

In the meantime, bottoms up.

Chamber Music Immersive: Charlie Chaplin’s Smile with Philippe Quint – Chicago History Museum – Nov. 18, 2025

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When I saw Philippe Quint at the Chicago History Museum in May, I mentioned what a terrific musician he is. I now would like to add, based on this latest event, that he also is creative, knowledgeable, a good storyteller, funny and joyful. Too much?

The word immersive is thrown about rather casually these days as a buzz word in describing various types of entertainment. In the sense of being interactive, or in the middle of the action (like the Production of Making Marilyn Miller I previously wrote about), this concert was not. Audience members were not part of The Matrix. They neither played instruments nor mingled with the performers while they played.

The show was, however, multimedia in nature and terrific in execution. There were photos, and some video from The Great Dictator, Limelight, The Kid, A King in New York, Monsieur Verdoux, City Lights, The Vagabond and Charlie’s New Job. Quint provided numerous Chaplin anecdotes and he and pianist Jun Cho played selections from the Chaplin movies and other pieces that related to Chaplin’s interests and friendships, for examples, music by Stravinsky and Gershwin.

As to the latter, Chosen Mitchell, a musical theater major at the Chicago College of the Performing Arts, demonstrated a wide range while singing Summertime and I Got Rhythm.

The highlight of the evening was Quint and Cho collaborating, to play live, replacing the movie’s recorded score, Brahms’ Hungarian Dance No. 5 from the barbershop scene in The Great Dictator, perfectly synched with the film. Quint, charming as always, suggested that you shouldn’t try this at home.

5th Wave Collective – Washington Square Park – June 28, 2025

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Wallace Shawn, as Vizzini, in The Princess Bride, reminded us that it’s a classic blunder to “get involved in a land war in Asia.”

I would add “never perform at an outdoor venue without a microphone.”

Inconceivable, yet, that’s exactly what the 5th Wave Collective chose to do. Perhaps that would have been okay in the middle of nowhere, but in Washington Square Park, no more than 30 feet from a street that wasn’t closed off to traffic, it wasn’t a great idea.

It also might be okay for a brass band, but not so much for an ensemble featuring five string and three reed instruments and a lonely French horn.

That said, the crowd could mostly hear well enough to very much enjoy the hour-long tribute to the music of Florence Price.

The song introductions that the group’s members took turns delivering were less audible, but fortunately, for me, I already had some knowledge about the rebirth of Price’s work, thanks to information gathered at other concerts over the last several years.

Perhaps next time the group will use a microphone, as I wish.

Chicago Blues Festival – Millennium Park – June 7, 2024

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According to the Revolt website, there are 33 rappers whose alter egos start with “Lil”, none of whom, unsurprisingly, I’ve ever seen perform in person, whereas Wikipedia tells me that there have only been four blues musicians whose names started the same way (although 16 more have started with “Little”), so I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to see Lil’ Jimmy Reed, who, by the way, is not one of the four, at the Chicago Blues Festival.

There is a Jimmy Reed listed, but unless Lil’ Jimmy Reed died in 1976 and then crawled out of a coffin like Screamin’ Jay Hawkins to reinvent himself, it’s probably a different guy. Actually Lil’ Jimmy, born Leon Atkins, took the name after filling in for the original in a Baton Rouge club long ago. Is that what they now call identity theft?

Anyway, Reed, billed as the last of the original Louisiana bluesmen, sounded good, though I can’t really say I saw him, as I decided to linger in a shady spot outside the tent, where it was a lil’ cooler and not as loud, and refresh myself with a long, cool drink of microplastics.

Death Becomes Her – Cadillac Palace – May 28, 2024

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Not more then 10 seconds into the show the crowd began a deafening cheer spurred on by Destiny’s Child’s Michelle Williams rising from beneath the stage in a sparkling dress and exhibiting perfect posture.

Had she then immediately descended from whence she came, it undoubtedly would have been accompanied by raucous laughter, which, as it turned out, was the theme of the night.

First, the mundane stuff. One song after another was extremely clever and Williams, Megan Hilty and Jennifer Simard have got the powerful voices and impeccable style, to do them justice.

Enough of that. The show features one not-too-subtle double entendre after another, with great comedic timing by all, until it climaxes with Simard, suffering from a rather interesting gunshot injury, telling Hilty, not in the angry fashion that Charlton Heston once said “Take your stinking paws off me you damn dirty ape’”, but rather in a straight-faced comedic moment, to, and I paraphrase for the censors, keep her hands to herself.

If the Tonys give out an award for best-costumed dance ensemble, Death Becomes Her should dance off with it. But it was the choreography and performance of a solo moment that was a show stopper as Hilty’s stunt dance double executed a slow motion, gymnastic, grotesque fall that was the best use of a staircase since the Nicholas Brothers.

Not to be forgotten also is the strong performance of Christopher Sieber, highlighted by a song and dance in his lab that included a cast of characters that was a combination of kitchen items from Beauty and the Beast and Audrey II from Little Shop of Horrors.

The only thing that was missing in the show was Ponce de Leon lounging with a drink by a fountain at Viola Van Horn’s palace of a home.

Bally’s Chicago Casino – September 12, 2023

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Prior to today, I had been in 5 different casinos, the most recent being in 2019 in Las Vegas. I didn’t indulge in any of the games there but spent a fair amount of time in the casino nevertheless, holding my breath every step of the way due to all the cigarette smoke, as walking through the maze of machines was the only way to get to and from my room in the hotel.

I’ve also stayed in a hotel with a casino in Santa Fe, but at least there the bulk of the gambling was done in the lower level, out of harm’s way. There was a small blackjack room on the lobby level that I entered in order to watch some friends participate, but didn’t stay long because the floor manager apparently decided I might be helping them count cards, even though they were all losing faster than I can count, and politely asked me to leave, which resulted in me and my companions instead trying to crash a wedding in the hotel, from which we also were summarily ejected.

My hotel casino trifecta started on Paradise Island in the Bahamas. I actually did play a little blackjack there, as I was young and foolish and it was back in the days when you didn’t have to mortgage your home to sit at the table. If I recall correctly, a bold assumption, I may have walked away slightly ahead.

I walked through a casino in New Orleans as a shortcut to get in out of the unbearable heat and humidity.

I once spent about 10 minutes in a riverboat casino in Dubuque. I have no idea why.

So, it was out of curiosity, and with no expectations, that I decided to enter the spanking new Bally’s Chicago casino, feeling secure by the presence of two police cars parked in front and a policeman at the door.

My stay lasted approximately five seconds. The noise wasn’t too bad, as it was 11:15 am and not crowded, at least on the first floor, but there was enough evidence to support bringing ear plugs for any return visit, though one is not likely.

The neon lights almost made me wish I had cataracts. Fortunately, I still had my sunglasses on.

The line of one person in front of me was enough to dissuade me from proceeding further, along with the thought that providing my identification would undoubtedly result in a barrage of junk mail promoting the venue and other gambling possibilities. I also managed to escape any facial recognition by pulling my baseball cap down, just like thieves do in all the tv crime shows I watch.

History Happy Hour Trivia – Chicago History Museum – March 22, 2023

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The term happy hour first became popular in the early 1900s, descriptive of weekly Navy shows to entertain sailors at sea. During Prohibition, it became associated with alcohol and speakeasies.

In 1989, Illinois outlawed happy hour in an effort to curb binge drinking and drunken driving.

One part of the law required that drink prices “must be the same for all customers, for all purchases for the whole day.” Liquor-license holders responded by initiating happy days, perhaps inspired by the TV show of the same name, given that the stars of the spinoff, Laverne and Shirley, worked in a brewery, albeit in Wisconsin.

The ban was ended in July 2015 and neither that, nor any of the above, has anything to do with the trivia contest at the museum, at which my ad hoc team tied for second, no thanks to my trivial contribution.

Still, I considered it a victory, as we tied a team made up of history teachers, and, by not winning, didn’t have to take home the tote bag prizes.

During the lulls between rounds, what passed for entertainment was provided by Creative Weirdo (to be fair they were hard to hear), a twosome who also are the authors of the forthcoming new musical Adventure Sandwich: A Sandwich Adventure!, which you will not see reviewed here.

Lincoln Park Conservatory – December 9, 2021

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A walk through the Palm House of the Lincoln Park Conservatory is like going to the grocery store, except that that section of the building is a lot hotter than Trader Joe’s and I’m relatively sure you’re not supposed to sample any of the plants, even though they’re named things like sausage tree, red shrimp plant, lobster claw, flowering banana, and purple waffle plant (though I couldn’t find a maple syrup tree, or a butter plant for the lobster).

There was a Chinese money plant, but one Yuan currently is only worth 16 cents, so I didn’t bother looking for any that might have dropped off into the soil, besides which a sign said that a small dinosaur would feel at home in the Fern Room, so I felt that it was more important to keep an eye out for those little critters.

The Orchid House had a sign pointing to one of the flowers that said “Smell”, which seemed problematic given that, upon entry, I had been told to keep my mask on at all times, but I tried anyway, and thus can report, after a deep inhalation, that an orchid smells a lot like the inside of a mask.

Running on Empty

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Mithridatism is the practice of protecting oneself against a poison by gradually self-administering non-lethal amounts. I wouldn’t try a similar strategy at home in regard to COVID-19, but I have decided that it’s safe to experiment with it in regard to the boredom that has accompanied the pandemic. So, don’t go crazy trying to fill every day with things to do. Set aside an increasing amount of time for boredom each day until you can go a whole week doing nothing and thinking nothing of it. I’m calling this the teenager model.

Against all advice I learned from my mother, I’m now intentionally not putting things back where I found them. This new plan of action forces me to engage my higher mental processes more, as there are currently no other activities for which theses abilities can be put to better use. Not only am I forced to remember the new location, I also must get creative in terms of repositioning things, thereby incidentally discovering hiding spots I didn’t know I had and increasing my storage space. And, when I can’t find something I’ve moved, I no longer get upset or worry about the possible loss of cognitive function.  Rather I treat it like a one-person game of hide and seek, where I win either by finding the item or by successfully hiding it from myself.

The Mystick Krewe of Laff 28th Annual Mardi Gras Bash – Speakeasy in the Big Easy Feat – City Winery – February 22, 2020

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How ya gonna keep ’em down on the farm after they’ve seen Paree?

The Mystic Krewe of Laff’s bash is promoted as being the biggest Mardi Gras event in Chicago. I don’t know if that claim is accurate, but even if it is, I’ve seen Paree, or rather I’ve seen the Krewe du Vieux Carré in New Orleans. It was 2012 and the theme was Crimes Against Nature, and they meant it.

In New Orleans, the party was outside, where Mardi Gras parties should be, and where you don’t mind standing, unlike in the City Winery, where they oversold the event and didn’t have enough seats, though seating for all had been promised.

In New Orleans the music was better, sounded more like New Orleans, and wasn’t as hard on the ears as the piercing din at the City Winery, though fortunately I was prescient enough to bring earplugs.

In New Orleans the food was better, as City Winery was apparently promoting a bland-food diet. How do you make jambalaya tasteless?

In New Orleans the costumes were more interesting, though a lot of people, not me, tried their best at the City Winery. They just didn’t understand the difference between flapper attire and the decadence and debauchery associated with a real carnival.

In New Orleans there were mule-drawn carts with kegs of beer and other libations on them, which, I admit, might have been somewhat challenging at the City Winery and probably in violation of several laws.

At the City Winery, people were handed beads at the door. In New Orleans, you had to earn them the old-fashioned way.

Other than all that Mrs. Lincoln, I enjoyed my first visit to City Winery.