First-timer embraces the unknown world of nightclubs
Jan. 25, 2016It’s 6 a.m., and I find myself on the Purple Line out of Chicago among a nest of snoozing commuters. My eyes are wide, lips chapped, feet still tapping in beat with the thumping club tracks I had just listened to for seven hours straight. Following in the footsteps of David Byrne, I ask myself: How did I get here? And more importantly, when will I be back?










