Lugares que persigo Sonido

If I’m not in class at UIC or bricking free throws at the rec, I’m probably here, ears blown out in the best way. This is my current rotation of Chicago music spots and record shops — the places that make you miss your bus stop and not even care. Some are for sweaty pits, some are for jazz standards with somebody’s parents on date night, some are for flipping through dusty vinyl and pretending you have shelf space. Hit a couple in one night and tell me you still think deep dish is the loudest thing this city invented.