Late into last night at the House of Jablonoski in the Wicker Park neighborhood of Chicago the Sand Family rocked as hard as we possibly could, raging through a mix of All Around This World anthems and Sand Family originals, most of which are about poop, took a break for a few minutes to drink beer — not all of us — and to pet dogs — not all of us — then returned to the stage to rouse any neighbors who had ’til that time found some way to sleep. Fundamental thanks go to good friend Steve Jablonoski. Spending the night with him was a pleasure.
(I might have published this post last night after the show but Steve wouldn’t tell us his wireless password because it was too dirty. That’s extraordinary.)
