Might as well stick with some more Chicago posts since I'm in town and all and the nostalgic juices are flowing. And it brings me to this odd memory. Sometime in my youth (like 5 or 6) I remember seeing this weirdo skronking away on his sax around the Michigan bridge (see above). For some reason this guy always stood out instead of the zillion bums I saw fucking around with an instrument. Funny how years later I see his singles being compiled and reissued. And they're about as weird as Little Howlin' Wolf looks (he's like 6' 10 or so). Kinda like Beefheart, but much more stripped down. A true Chicago visionary.