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"Rock N Roll McDonalds" by Previous Industries, Open Mike Eagle, Video Dave, STILL RIFT

MG:

It really is as simple as this blog will rate anything where Chicago is the setting, but even within that paradigm, “Rock N Roll McDonald’s” captures something specific about the city with its slow, mournful production. Chicago elected its (theoretically) most progressive mayor and all he’s done is fuck the city over. Trump is terrorizing my former neighborhood with his ICE brownshirts. There wasn’t a time I played “Rock N Roll McDonald’s” that it didn’t feel appropriately melancholy, uniquely suited to the specific shade of grey that blankets this city’s skies. But this is also a song about how life wears you down into death, which is not unique to Chicago at all. “Wished on a monkey paw for what I envy/ I used to want to wear Gore-Tex now it’s in me” is a line that gets me every single time. That’s the exact phase of life I find myself in – how beautiful to have been so young and made so many wishes, how cursed to live in their aftermath. When I get to that point, STILL RIFT scoops me up with “The art’s not imitation/ I’d like the simulation to stop and let me off” and another dimension opens.

DV:

In another lifetime I worked in the River North neighborhood of Chicago, an awful place that mainly exists for tourists and so that people who have too much money can shop for luxury goods, and every day I'd walk between the Rainforest Cafe and what used to be the Rock N Roll McDonalds on my way to and from the train. I say used to be because a little before I started the job that Rock N Roll building was replaced by a much more contemporary (derogatory) one so that McDonalds could win awards for being environmentally friendly. This is just to say that's the extent of my experience with the Rock N Roll McDonalds, yet as someone who grew up in Chicago's south suburbs I was always very aware that we did have a Rock N Roll McDonalds that I could never actually see, an unreachable landmark, a reminder of the inexorable passage of time. This year my dad, who's always been stronger than me, bigger than me, stopped being able to lift even slightly heavy objects. I'm not opening his umbrella, or at least I'm not yet.

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