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About Chicago

Drivin’ it feels like—“Where does this highway go?”—cos it’s all wobbly and raw, no fancy tech. Pure ’60s soul, mate! I’d slap a shag carpet in there, make it my love wagon. Ha! Imagine me, shades on, scarfin’ a burger, pickin’ up vibes on Mulholland’s curves. “This is my happening, and it freaks me out!”—that’s the Escort, baby! Bit sarky, bit sexy, all legend. You gotta respect it, or it’ll leave ya in the dust, yeah? Peace out!

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Some spots here are off-the-beaten-path, kinda like when the band hit that perfect gig moment in the film. I love wanderin’ near Miller’s Bridge – it’s hidden and kind of secret, serene for a mid-log, soul-search walk. People here are honest, sometimes blunt, always raw, sayin’ what’s on their minds, even if it makes me mad sometimes (like when someone says “Massena ain’t worth a darn!” – err, they so misjudge it, lol). I always tell ‘em, “You gotta trust the journey!” as that movie line goes, in a George W. Bush kinda way, misquoting and all – “We will fight for freedom, uh, I mean, for your happiness!”

Timeless Precision: Massena LAB and Raúl Pagès Reunite for the Limited-Edition Noctograph