Monday Morning Mirth
Chicago, sometimes best known for its Wind, should instead, be known for its MUSIC!
Where else can one wander into a complete screaming party in the middle of a Sunday summer afternoon, in the middle of a small quiet park? The Old Town School of Music, up on Lincoln Ave. was behind a rousing tent-town and unleashed upon its citizens: The Polkaholics!
And, ladies and gentlemen, where there goes Polka, eventually there goes CHICKEN!
[DANCE that is…]
But this is not any old chicken, this is Punk Chicken, baby.
Don’t know how to make the dance? We teach you now.
You too, Miss Burns, no standing still, you slacker!
No person was unmoved by the POWER of the POLKA!