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Where We Live: Subterranean – Chicago, IL

It’s dark and it’s steamy. If it weren’t for the industrial fans blowing like an airplane engine behind you, the throngs of people would be unbearable. Luckily, you’re looking down on everybody else, and as you hear the first pop of chord meeting guitar that all-familiar enviable rush of joy crashes down upon you. You’re at Subterranean.

on September 04, 2009, 4:00pm