main street written by Charlie Kane photos by KP
There exists a flat on Pierce Street that is a hub for influential music and art in Chicago. Each end of the hallway serving a different purpose, with J. Arthur’s corner echoing with tomorrow’s music. I’ve watched them work on songs and lyrics together, being silenced as they slay beats and bars throughout the night. Upon seeing the accompaniment of Little Caesar’s pizza boxes, Dunkin' Donuts coffee, bad and good beer, “O” rings from hookah smoke, and the sounds of when pen touches paper or finger taps on phone screens, only have I realized the humans and boyhood in the duo. On writing about theWHOevers from today versus back in 2010, not much and everything has changed for the duo. For instance, the fate for them to work together has perfectly synced since their start. Witnessing them in that Humboldt Park apartment for 2 years, theWHOevers have made it look effortless. The comparison between the past and present display otherwise -- three years in the making filled with beats, sweat, passion, and persistence. From their monthly gig at The Abbey Pub, and now opening for respected artists such as Elzhi, and Evidence from Dilated Peoples. From having their closest friends following their music, to being verified on Twitter. From slumming work in the corners of a kitchen, to making home in a new studio. From a classic boombap flow, to experimentation in song-making. They are as hungry for progression in their craft, now carry a name that’s surfaced in Chicago to recognize its familiarity, and still, completely appreciative of those who have come to support and collaborate with them. In many ways they have arrived, but as artists who continue to strive better for themselves and their fanbase, they are just on the brink to catch a wave. 49