Publisher's Synopsis
Michael Abramson takes out his small Leica camera at Pepper's Hideout on Chicago's South Side. 1974. Cool music. Cool scene.
Over the next three years, Abramson takes thousands of vivid photographs of smoke-filled Pepper's, Perv's House, the Patio Lounge, High Chaparral, and other black nightclubs. Not so much the clubs, but the night people who fill the crowded bars until sunrise.
Enter Patricia Smith, a nationally acclaimed poet who grew up not far from these clubs. Smith, a four-time National Poetry Slam champion who was awarded a Guggenheim Fellowship in 2014, finds inspiration in Abramson's pictures. She creates words that capture the culture of Chicago's black nightclubs and the urban life that nurtured them. She brings his night world back to life.
Smith's words and Abramson's photographs record the vitality of a special place and time. Her words give his photographs a new rhythm as well as a new place in Chicago and music history. The clubs seem timeless, but they came and went. Now, only Abramson's flash-filled photographs and Smith's resilient words remain.
Over the next three years, Abramson takes thousands of vivid photographs of smoke-filled Pepper's, Perv's House, the Patio Lounge, High Chaparral, and other black nightclubs. Not so much the clubs, but the night people who fill the crowded bars until sunrise.
Enter Patricia Smith, a nationally acclaimed poet who grew up not far from these clubs. Smith, a four-time National Poetry Slam champion who was awarded a Guggenheim Fellowship in 2014, finds inspiration in Abramson's pictures. She creates words that capture the culture of Chicago's black nightclubs and the urban life that nurtured them. She brings his night world back to life.
Smith's words and Abramson's photographs record the vitality of a special place and time. Her words give his photographs a new rhythm as well as a new place in Chicago and music history. The clubs seem timeless, but they came and went. Now, only Abramson's flash-filled photographs and Smith's resilient words remain.
