Market Days 2005 Revisited: My Top 10 Observations
1. Yes, it was a bit on the humid side on Sunday, but all in all it was glorious weather throughout the weekend with shirtlessness a necessity – thankfully – for many.
2. The behind-the-scenes politics amongst the merchants association, the vendors, the police, and the City can be fascinatingly vicious. It's quite delicious to be a spectator to this blood sport.
3. Saturday night dance floors were booming along Halsted: DJ Matthew Harvat was ferociously working the Boystown Ball crowd at Circuit while Rosabel cast a spell upon the souls at Hydrate.
4. The logistical organization – providing tables and tons and tons of ice to the vendors, collecting trash, operating the performance stages, and solving on-site problem - is a well-oiled and efficient machine. Kudos to all on a job well done.
5. Best food item: chicken divine gyros sandwich. Best drink item: Sangria To Go.
6. The DJ-produced music at Hydrate's intersection as well as that provided in front of KAFKA wine co. again proved to be highly popular. Why DJs aren't more incorporated with the official performance stages is still a baffling mystery.
7. While the crowds were large for this year's event, in my non-scientific polling opinion, attendance seemed to be down compared to previous years.
8. There was a certain Bourbon Street quality visited onto Halsted by Sunday evening: lots of amateur drinkers stumbling around drunk and some even sitting curbside with their head in their hands.
9. There was lots of griping about the $6 entry fee ... I mean "contribution." It seems like a lot but considering the services provided (see Observation #4) and a portion of the "contribution" going to the Center on Hasted, it was money well spent.
10. Finally, the new Crobar felt like the Crobar of old on Sunday night. DJ Victor Calderone had folks in the jam packed club literally swinging from the rafters with his trademark sound (that defiantly meant the near banishment of diva vocal anthem tracks) and masterful delivery of beats so dark and heavy you felt the sexy energetic groove deep down in your boner ... .. I mean bones. It was a glorious end to a fantastic weekend.