306 N. Halsted St. alternatively, “the city’s backbone” occupies Chicago’s Fulton Market. Chads and modern dining have overrun what once was a meat-packing district. After my car casually brushed up against a white parking pillar, I leapt over the leftover slush from Chiberia’s post-apocalyptic frozen tundra. The MID‘s marquee read “THE MID/THANK YOU FOR THE MEMORIES/2010-2019/ONE LAST SONG.” My down ass chick Katie, the nastiest Dirtybird Player, spotted a dude duo step out of an UberSUV — in their natural habitat — holding at least ten LED foam sticks as if they were attending a fucking bar mitzvah party.
Before I go any farther, let’s get more real; every electronic music freak in this neck of the woods has complained about the MID more than twice (e.g., security, crowd, acoustics, size). The MID’s closing party substantiated the claim “You want what you can’t have.” I walked past walls, walls as well as more walls covered in sentimental photographs plus posters: Krewella, Kaskade, Diplo b2b Skrillex b2b Hardwell, Chuckie, Fatboy Slim, Bassnectar, deadmau5, Avicii, Beastie Boys, Daft Punk plus RUN-DMC.
Politely dodging patrons should constitute as an Olympic sport, one I’ve mastered. Festival Squad journalist Megan Caruso provided me with a cozy railing to lean on halfway through Gene Farris‘ two-hour set. Farris spun staples like Chris Lake and Green Velvet‘s “Deceiver” as well as 1992’s Perculator. A single point aerial hoop housed one powerhouse performer, clad in stripes, pulling inverted stunts that enhanced each four-on-the-floor drum beat.
“What’s going to replace it [the MID] is what I want to know,” said Crenshaw. “I played a lot of really nice shows in there, and I think nine or 10 years is a really good run for a nightclub. In this modern day, the only nightclubs that make it past that are like a Fabric that’s never going to close. The MID is closing because of real estate in the area; it’s always the same story. I bet you that we’ll get some report in that the Magic Stick is closing in Detroit because that neighborhood is hot now. Someone’s always crazy enough to open a club. Although, it’s a hard business I don’t think I could do it. I think it’s the hardest business. Maybe not the hardest: It’s not harder than like shoveling coal. The scene is always evolving. People just move onto the next place.”