Nathan Weakley

One day last summer I was sitting on an alleyway loading dock downtown eating a Jack Links beef stick with a 7/11 Slurpee when I was suddenly leveled by a wave of emotion that rose up out of nothing. It had been a normal, happy day until that moment. I’d just been to the Art Institute and I was hungry and a ways from home, so I got a snack and sat down to eat it, and I kept my headphones on so I’d feel less self-conscious. And then, out of nowhere, it was like everything I’d ever felt just...

Earlier this week, I had the opportunity to see Detroit post-punk band Protomartyr play live at Thalia Hall. I was first introduced to this band by a friend about a year ago, and since then, I have been a huge fan. After seeing them live, I only love them more. Chalk drawing of The Agent Intellect cover in Thalia Hall's lobby Protomartyr’s sound and aesthetic are fairly unique. In many ways they are essentially a goth band, with gloomy, austere soundscapes and lyrics that confront the dark...