ArtStart Diary – Chicago: Standing Tall On The Wings of My Dreams
Sometimes the world seems perfect, Nothing to rearrange,
Sometimes you just get a feeling, Like you need some kinda change,
No matter what the odds are this time, Nothing’s gonna stand in my way,
This flame in my heart and a long lost friend, Gives every long street a light at the end,
Standing tall, On the wings of my dreams,
Rise and fall, On the wings of my dreams,
The rain and thunder, Wind and haze,
I’m bound for better days,
It’s my life, And my dreams,
And nothing’s gonna stop me now.
No nothing’s gonna stop me now.
Baseball diamonds dot the landscape out my airplane window, urban crop circles remind me that Field of Dreams is the film most likely to make a grown American man cry. I love the hackneyed phrase “if you build it they will come”, an assurance that I’ve always relied upon in my career. But, no cultural symbol of Chicago carries more sentiment for me than Perfect Strangers. It was my favorite show, often watched with my good pal Shane – I just wish that he were with me, playing an accidental Cousin Balkie to my over-organised Cousin Larry, we would surely do The Dance of Joy. (My impromptu acapella karaoke renditions of this song are designed to annoy my pals/show off my 90s power-ballad range, but the joke is often on me when I finish and need to wipe away a sincere of true nostalgia. Don’t be ridiculous!)
Sure, I plan to check out some culture while in Chicago, but the triad of 90’s based references that truly inform any of my pre-conceived notions of the city mean a tour along the Perfect Strangers locations, a Cubs game at the Friendly Confines and a Bulls match where MJ beat the buzzer again and again are really are my top 3 priorities. Apart from that I’m at the whim of recommendations, local arts listings and the few links I can muster through fellow Melbourne artists, one step at a time like this, ongoing creative development at the Chicago Shakespeare Theatre.
But immediately upon arrival I’m introduced to another of Chicago’s true famous icons – deep dish pizza pie with sausage and some really good local beer from the Goose Island Brewery. Food continues to be a top recommendation as my week progresses. A friend said the “best thing to do in Chicago is just to be in Chicago” and went on to recommend a long list of coffee and food joints. I brought my running shoes fearing that the American diet would need counterbalancing, but during the week I manage no more than walking across town, but at least I’ve realized that I only need to eat twice a day if I keep up with these over-generous portions of rich, restaurant quality, gourmet junk food. But, I think instead I’ll “just be in Chicago” and leave the jogging till later.
TV, SPORT, ART & JUST BE IN CHICAGO notes to follow…