Production
For the couple of years it existed, the Mopery was an oasis of unkempt, wild-eyed, art-damaged DIY punkitude in rapidly yuppifying Logan Square, Chicago. A vast and scruffy loft hidden above a nondescript neighborhood grocery store, it hosted a handful of tent-dwelling residents and an impressively packed schedule of visiting musical acts, many of them on the punk/noise/sludge axis. One attendee, Victor Spatafora, brought along what the blog Gonzo Chicago refers to as 'a completely ridiculous' high-def video camera to document the action.
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