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Is Eurovision the best thing ever?

by Aubrey Aikens

I. Love. Eurovision.

There’s not much in this world that will make me stop in my tracks and sit in front of a television for days on end. Even though I am a writer-which often seems to be associated with feelings of reclusiveness and long periods of sitting in oversized armchairs-I do not love being stationary.

If I am going to be totally honest with you today (which is kind of the point of this blog), I should just admit Eurovision is the only thing that will keep me focused for more than an hour.

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My Journey Began at Abbey Road

by Chris Medici

I’m grateful to my brothers for many things, one of which is their musical taste. Being the youngest brother, I would often hear whatever albums they had – a diverse range of artists and genres for sure. On any given day, depending on who was home, I would hear The Allman Brothers, Chicago, Bowie, or Sly and the Family Stone. One artist and one album, however, stood out from the rest: The Beatles’ “Abbey Road.”

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My Musical Journey: The Altered Stage Chapter

by Eric Fitzgerald

About two years ago, I moved to downtown Chicago – the move was exclusively for work, and coming from Upstate New York, I didn’t really know anyone in the area. Without anyone to ask where to find a guitar shop to pick up some new strings, I resorted to Google to see if I could find anything nearby. Only about four blocks away, this place called Altered Stage was one of a few results. There was a picture of people playing guitar, so I clicked into the website. After reading the About Us paragraph, completely distracted from my original objective, I ended up reading through every corner of the website with wide eyes. This sounded like the kind of place I had always wished existed.
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Out Of The Black And Into The Blue

by Erik Clausen

I still recall fondly the many times that friend, business partner, and Altered Stage founder Jeff Bergau suggested that I “jam a few tunes” at our annual gathering. Year after year Jeff would try to convince me to play… something… at the summer party and every year, without fail, I would ask if there was an opening for tambourine. After all, despite my lifelong love of music, I was unable to play any musical instrument.

Then, three years ago, everything changed. I don’t know quite what was going through my head when I told Jeff a week before the party that I would somehow play guitar on one song. Somehow.
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