Is it the dawn of a new post-post modern era or is it just senseless debauchery for the sheer sake of it? Philosophy is a bitch. What we can say for certain is that this 2 years running Chicago industry night takes the cake on creative ways to fill a bar on a Monday Night (amateur female boxing was the previous champion). For those unfamiliar with the concept, and how could you be, here’s a run down of what we are talking about:
Porn. The hardcore variety on about a half dozen screens throughout the 2 story club. We are talking about somebody unloading the jizz about every 15 minutes. Sucking, humping and all that. They say porn, they mean porn none of that Cinemax after dark crap (RIP Emmanuelle, you were my first love).
Dub Step. It was hard and pounding but not too crazy it would cause a seizure. It was maybe the best dance-dub step set I’ve ever heard. Was it my imagination, but the porn seemed to move to the music? It wasn’t cuz my friends agreed with me, but more on that later.
Free Chicken. You pay a $7 cover charge for the…um…show, (Dom got me in, hooray for blogging!) but the fried chicken is actually free and it’s damn decent. Very large wings and they just plop the boxes in the middle of the club so people chow down on it.
There are two things that fascinated me the most. First of all, it’s amazing just how well porn, dub step and fried chicken go together. It all makes sense somehow, like a photograph with perfect composition. Dub step is an excellent music for jungle sex and fried chicken is actually what you have an urge for when participating in the other two.
Second, just how much fun the women were having. The crowd was 50% women and they seemed decent enough people. This ratio was maintained without any false mechanics like one man per woman at the front door. They were into it and if I daresay empowered by the fact that only a crazy man would keep his eyes on the porn when there are real live good looking women doin’ the boogie down that want to par-TAY. I was skeptical about this part of the legend, but it’s true as toast. The security has a strict no touching, no photograph policy and it allows the crowd to get as crazy as they want and feel secure about it.
The only downer was I wanted the T-shirt but the guy that sold them was too busy
The Porn and Chicken takes place at the Evil Olive, somewhere close to Wicker Park, Chicago