Feeding the Soul
t’s inordinately quiet near the corner of Broadway and Michigan Street just before 8 o’clock on a Tuesday night. The silence is pronounced in the confines of a former office building, with an interior appearing to be either midway through renovation or demolition. Up the dusty stairs and past a reception desk left on hold from more profitable times, a sound begins to swell. Halfway down an otherwise darkened corridor, light shines through an open door. Palm-muted guitar and shrill, ominous vocals grow louder with each step. Behind the door is a cache of instruments and microphones, a computer, some…