Posts in category "Blogapalooz-Hour"

Mozart's The Magic Flute and The Queen of The Night's Aria: The musical spark that ignited my fiery passion (ChicagoNow's Evening Blogapalooz-Hour: Volume XXXVII)

Mozart's The Magic Flute and The Queen of The Night's Aria: The musical spark that ignited my fiery passion (ChicagoNow's Evening Blogapalooz-Hour: Volume XXXVII)
A woman with wide eyes is staring immovably forward, the look of a pig to slaughter in her visage. The camera quickly pans around and focuses on an older, pale women whose eyes show no fear, only icy vengeance. As the song progresses, the woman is transformed into a literal monster, a grim spectre out... Read more »

"With a voice like a demented Mickey Mouse": That time I felt special in Neil Simon's The Odd Couple

"With a voice like a demented Mickey Mouse": That time I felt special in Neil Simon's The Odd Couple
There’s nothing quite like being on the stage in a “theeyater”, even if that stage is in the back room of what used to be a print shop that went bankrupt. My life has always revolved around music, from my beginnings of singing in church and my eventual discovery of opera, which became my life’s... Read more »

Today on "The Young and the Nerdy": Does Steven want a second chance at High School? (ChicagoNow's Evening Blogapalooz-Hour: Volume XXXV)

Today on "The Young and the Nerdy": Does Steven want a second chance at High School? (ChicagoNow's Evening Blogapalooz-Hour: Volume XXXV)
You wouldn’t think it by looking at me, my chest robust and my muscles rippling, that I had an absolutely dreadful time in high school. It didn’t come from lack of trying, but I was awful at playing the game of popularity and conformity that high school demands of you. I was never one to... Read more »
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Hello, my name is Steven and I'm fearlessly addicted to Italian Beef (ChicagoNow's Evening Blogapalooz-Hour: Volume XXXIV)

Hello, my name is Steven and I'm fearlessly addicted to Italian Beef (ChicagoNow's Evening Blogapalooz-Hour: Volume XXXIV)
How many of us lucky Chicagoans have been able to pull up to a Portillo’s or Al’s on any given day and sink our teeth into the glorious creation that is an Italian Beef? That exquisite combination of roast beef stewed in its own juices and excretions for hours, sliced until its paper thin, and served... Read more »

Save Your Applause til' the End: My Summer of Artistic Triumph (ChicagoNow's Morning Blogapalooz-Hour: Volume II)

Save Your Applause til' the End: My Summer of Artistic Triumph (ChicagoNow's Morning Blogapalooz-Hour: Volume II)
I get home late in in the day, the August sun just starting to set. My 20-year-old body hits the bed in a pile of fatigue and unfathomable happiness. Suddenly, my mood changes as I remember the events of the best summer weekend of my life. I start to weep bitter tears, like a man... Read more »

Cold Cream, Classical Music, and Carol Channing: My journey of breaking the rules of masculinity (ChicagoNow Evening Blogapalooz-Hour - June 2016)

Cold Cream, Classical Music, and Carol Channing: My journey of breaking the rules of masculinity (ChicagoNow Evening Blogapalooz-Hour - June 2016)
As young men grow up, society prescribes certain guidelines for them. These can be the general cliches of men being inclined to enjoy sports, talk about swimsuit models, and scratch their nether regions in public. But, underlying that, is society’s “golden rule”: If you don’t measure up to these standards, don’t expect to be taken... Read more »
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"The Road Home": At the top of my game with 4 voice recitals in 4 weeks in college (ChicagoNow's Morning Blogapalooz-Hour: Volume I)

"The Road Home": At the top of my game with 4 voice recitals in 4 weeks in college (ChicagoNow's Morning Blogapalooz-Hour: Volume I)
It’s April 2013 and I’m sitting at a desk, my body sagging under a mountain of fatigue. My voice is tired, by body aches, and my head feels like seventy earthworms are fighting each other to nest inside my cerebellum. The past few weeks were filled with preparation, which included learning music, memorizing words, working... Read more »

"The line between the past and the present": What I DON'T want to know then what I know now, and why it matters (Blogapalooz-Hour: Volume XXXII)

"The line between the past and the present": What I DON'T want to know then what I know now, and why it matters (Blogapalooz-Hour: Volume XXXII)
A man saunters into the booth next to me in a restaurant, sliding a piece of soiled white paper across the table to my trembling hands. All month I’ve known this was coming, like the fabled menstrual cycles of old. The man’s hands were rough, coated with sawdust, and his beard was, well, let’s say a... Read more »