It’s morning in Chicago. Luke Alexander sits in the back of an Uber headed to the airport. The sky is still that flat, early gray, and the city slides past the window in a blur of wet pavement and half-lit storefronts. Luke hasn’t really slept. He’s coming off a festival, his ears still ringing a little, his bag wedged between his feet.
On his phone is a track he’s only been working on for a quick second. He thinks it might be something, but he wants another set of ears on it, and there’s no studio anywhere in reach. This Uber is the closest thing to one he’s had all weekend.
So he plays…
