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About Chicago

So I’m spinnin’ this track, right, and it’s all fuzzy guitars and thumpin’ drums, like a night out gone wrong – or bloody right, dependin’ on yer taste! *mumbled incoherence* “Sharon, where’s me whiskey?!” It’s got this gritty story in it, y’see – bloke’s on the prowl, cash in hand, searchin’ fer a prossie. Little known fact, yeah? Back in the ‘70s, they used to call ‘em “ladies of the night” in them posh papers, but the streets knew the real score – always a hustle, always a tale. Makes me laugh, thinkin’ how some punter’s prob’ly wrote this after gettin’ ripped off – “Sharon, she took me last quid!”

Hollywood and the Sunset Strip

Then here’s a little secret: there's this cute spot on Washington Boulevard near the corner of Huntington Drive (or whatever it's called, I always mix up the names – my bad!) where the trees line up all elegent-ish-like, shadin’ your face in that perfect, breezy way that's just soooo relaxin’. I always get a little emotional, ya know? Like, “I am so full of life, even when times get rough, darlin’.”

Ventress McCallum, 54