Chug-a-chug-a-choo-choo! The Wallflowers and Train are about to play at Ravinia, an outdoor venue. Yup not only one grand band is playing, but two!

Over the years I have seen large numbers of people play lots of The Wallflower’s and Train’s songs at bars. Plus teenyboppers blasting their tunes and bopping their heads, and probably even grandmas and grandpas, while riding on their scooters or in their cars. The Alternative Rock band, The Wallflowers, and the Rock group, Train, each have won Grammys, and have had immense success on the charts, proving they are truly stars.

People young enough to be in diapers, as well as individuals old enough to be in them (“butt” depends), made up the huge crowds’ age range. It was a big surprise to me yet pleasantly strange. However Ravinia’s policy of no food or booze in the pavilion was a first for me, when it comes to a concert-going experience change.

The Wallflowers started off quite tranquil. It is a good thing I did not take a dose of Nightquil. But soon enough they were a thrill!

The Wallflower’s, Jakob Dylan, is The Bob Dylan’s chilln.’ And he seemed like an extraordinarily appreciative and gracious person, thanking the audience very often. The highlight of The Wallflower’s performance was when Jakob had Train’s lead singer, Pat Monahan, join him onstage to sing “The Letter,” and they did an awesome rendition!

When Train came out playing “Calling All Angels” for a second night in a row at Ravinia, rose to the occasion. Pat Monahan went out into the audience, gave away a generous amount of photos, auto-graphed t-shirts and drumsticks, creating so much way cool band and audience interaction. He also got the crowd singing and even brought, Julie Schwartz, who Monahan stated texted him over 400 times, asking to sing onstage with him, and he did so, causing another highly exciting crowd reaction.

The largest portion of The Wallflower’s concert included them performing “One Headlight” and “6^th Avenue Heartache,” their most popular tunes. Train’s performance did too, playing such massive hits like “Drops of Jupiter “ and “Soul Sister,“ with the addition of mighty “danceable” songs from their new album The Bulletproof Picasso, much of will probably be heard for many moons. The Wallflowers and Train are definitely, greatly talented artists—they are not the least bit a bunch of fly-by buffoons.

In reference to (www.guitarsite.com), the lead singer and guitarist of The Trews revealed where the groups’ name came from in one of his interviews. He said the mom of the bands’ bassist suggested we call ourselves trews. Scottish trousers are known as trews, and the thought of the men wearing them makes for numerous woo-hoos! The front man adds “Given our Scottish heritage the name would be a fitting one to choose.”

The first photo I saw of the Hard rock/Alternative rock band, The Trews, made me wonder if I may have a few loose screws. Was I seeing double views? Are there two sets of male twins in The Trews?

Before you get a Double Mint Gum commercial stuck in your noggin, I should unveil I soon discovered there are not any twins in The Trews. The born and raised Canadian artists, Colin MacDonald (lead singer and guitarist), his brother, John-Angus MacDonald (guitarist), and their cousin, Sean Dalton (drums) along with their childhood bud, Jack Syperek (bassist), have all been playing together since ten plus years ago. The Trews’ hometown is Antigonish, Nova Scotia, and their present cribs are in Toronto. Also, The Trews have won a lot of prestigious awards, some include two #1 singles and 13 Top Ten from Canadian radio.

Yes, The Trews are not just some Joe Schmos. Bruce Springsteen asked The Trews to play on stage with him while he performed (kudos!) In addition, Robert Plant, The Rolling Stones, the new Guns n’ Roses, Kid Rock, KISS and others invited them to open for their shows.

The Trews graced the stage on Tuesday evening at Chicago’s Double Door, where The Rolling Stones have played before. Promoting their new album, The Trews, is the main reason for their current tour. And for the record, I did not witness anybody bored out of their gourde.

There was a very close to even amount of men and women, as far as The Trews’ fans go. A fraction of the hot ladies wore super tight jeans, but thankfully I did not see any camel toe. (Although, that is not the nastiest of things, and does not make one a straight-up ho.)

Most of The Trews’ tunes they played had hooks that wheeled me, and the rest of the audience in and really feelin’ it. The Trews were the s***! They also had me and the crowd singing, dancing and head banging—I loved every bit!

And let me tell ya, The Trews left us wanting more, more, more! Indeed, their show was absolutely not a bore. You have to see The Trews on tour.

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After an ever-so pleasurable serving of Beer Nuts, I was good and ready to see Here Come The Mummies come onstage at The House of Blues. There are plenty of dirty remarks I can come up with regarding the combo of two band names: Here Come the Mummies with Beer Nuts in the same sentence, or if I were to think of them separately. But, I will refrain and struggle greatly to keep it clean.

This article is to be only about the band Here Come the Mummies, and I can say their name also makes me think of my favorite four-letter-word that starts with a “F.” No, it is not that one! It is “Funk!” Since Here Come The Mummies are a Funk and R&B band.

Mums the word, concerning the real names of the members of Here Come the Mummies. Yet I am able to reveal they are suspected to be winners of Grammies! According to the great vine (Wikepedia), Here Come The Mummies may not say their real names, in hopes of trying to avoid problems, that could arise with other contracts they are legally-binded by.

Thee clever cryptic crew go by the names: Mummy Cassanova (guitar and lead vocals), Eddie Mummy (drums and vocals), K.W. Tut (bass and vocals), Java (percussion and vocals), Spaz (keyboards), The Flu (baritone sax ), Ra (tenor sax),  Teste Verde (trumpet), Hose (sax), The Pole (bass), Ramses (bass), Midnight (baritone sax), Bucking Blanco (trumpet).

Former member, Teste Verdes profile states “More so than Jenna Jameson, this brother can blow…and he was discovered under a mound of camel pubes long ago!” Whoa!

When I arrived for the show at the mega, magnificently magical House of Blues in the Windy City, I was told by die hard Here Come the Mummies’ fans, Peggy Ward and Karen Skarbek, the band’s lyrics are of an adult nature. And if you have a dirty mind, you will like them. I was even more excited then to see Here Come the Mummies after having heard that! Plus, it was a good sign of good things to come, since the band packed the joint.

I was so surprised when I saw Here Come the Mummies’ fans, I kept scratching my noggin - Just because they were all over the spectrum. I happily saw gays, straights, 21-year-olds and up. Additionally there were men and women in their sixties, who I caught singing along to lyrics such as:  “My silver tongue will lubricate her thoughts” and “Can I get some booty?”

The Interaction Here Come the Mummies have with their audience is slightly provocative and puissant playful. Some of the bandaged and face-painted tribe stuck out their tongues in a sexual manner, as well as showed off their masterful hip-thrusting and dry humping skills. Also one of the mummies stuck his big buttocks out often at concert attendees.

Yes, Yes, Yes! There were loads of sexual innuendoes during the show. For instance, a mummie pulled out a dildo, a size fit for ladies and gentlemen who are labeled “As Loose as a goose.” The show also consisted of the following being put onstage: someone in a Gorilla suit with a relatively large concocted strap-on-like whichmagiger that sported special, remarkable abilities.

Furthermore, I could not find any problems when it came to how Here Come the Mummies played their instruments. They can really play, however the vocals could have been a bit better. Yet because these guys were funky to the max, shakin’ what their mama’s gave em,’ wildly and spellbindingly from the start of their performance to the very end, they made up for it. So did the shock factor and belly laughs, from hearing some of their songs’ lyrics!

Deservingly, Here Come the Mummies’ song “Dirty Minds” has been played on popular TV shows, and they have been regulars on the Bob and Tom show. They did the official sound track for the movie “Fired Up,” too.

In addition, Here Come the Mummies has 8 albums, and a few of them are titled: Terrifying Funk From Beyond The Grave, Carnal Carnival along with Bed Bath and Behind. Here Come the Mummies’ most recent album is Cryptic. Oh and their record label is called sphinxter, which is a muscle inside an individual’s butthole.

To wrap things up, the men in bandages are a funkin’ fun bunch, who also wave their Freak Flag highly and proudly. Since seeing Here Come the Mummies perform, I strongly doubt any of their shows would ever be boring, and am sure they could easily make some individuals feel horny. I saw a slew of horn dog-ish behavior not only from Here Come the Mummies, but also from many of their fans during the show, some of which were totally comical! For a good time, go see Here Come the Mummies!

For more information on Here Come the Mummies, please visit: https://herecomethemummies.com 

*Photos by Tracy Walsh Fun Photography

I wanted to throw tomatoes at the weatherman, after having heard it was going to only be in the 50-something degrees on a Chicagoland’s summer’s eve, for Ravinia’s Saturday performer, Melissa Etheridge. I pouted and pictured my mom and I continuing to go would make us feel as though we were locked in an ice-cold fridge. And I would have wished I invited my mom, and some friends over to my home to play a game of Bridge.

But then I got knocked upside the head, and on the way to see thee Melissa Etheridge at the gorgeous outdoor venue Ravinia, I was getting more and more excited about seeing her. I had never seen her perform before, and she is a Grammy, Academy and other Award’s winner!

Besides, some of Melissa Etheridge’s friend’s were to play (Jessie Payo, Paula Cole and Joan Osborne), so how in the heck could I have been previously torn?

The first act was Jessie Payo, who served lyrics such as “I smell like whiskey,” that would be neat drinking music for a few nights a week or so. She sang pretty loudly, and her vocals didn’t always sound the best though. Plus the voice of Jessie Payo is not as smooth as mayo.

Paula Cole also performed and has the clap (not the S.T.D. one) down pat—she clapped her hands together during most of her time onstage, and the majority of the audience looked really into that.

Plus, Paula Cole very obviously expressed during her stage time she is an especially emotional soul. The Theme song for the smash hit TV show “Dawson’s Creek,” was written and played by Paula Cole. Yet, she said on the Ravinia stage, that the song was just supposed to be for her grandpa —not a TV show.

Paula revealed, too, that she loves Dolly Parton, and she did a rendition of the Country Superstar’s “Jolene,” with an ending that included her masterfully b-boxing! Subsequently, she got seated peeps to rise to their feet, standing tall and clapping.

Joan Osborne sang some pleasurable new bluesy tunes, and cover songs, but her not doing more of ones from her recently Grammy-nominated album was a tad lame. However, she did sing “One of Us,” to which my bus rides have never been the same!

All of the talent deservingly received a standing ovation, which brings me to thee Melissa Etheridge’s performance being an incredibly lengthy and admirable duration.

But first, if you do not know already, you may be wondering why Melissa Etheridge has recently made News’s headlines galore? According to Perez Hilton, “Melissa Etheridge once again pinky promises she never meant to light a fiery feud by calling Angelina Jolie’s mastectomy “fearful” even if she and Brad Pitt aren’t bestiez anymore (www.perezhilton.com 2013.”)

Melissa Etheridge has also been in the media more lately because of her almost brand-spanking new and happy marriage. When on Ravinia’s spectacular stage, Melissa Etheridge said “I am proud to be an American today” and later spoke of the importance of what we put into our body, and how we should have faith in our body, all while appearing ever-so passionate about helping people by spreading her knowledge.

The best part of Melissa Etheridge’s show was when she played her Cancer Anthem “I will Run for Life.” It looked like everyone in the crowd got extra revved up, singing along, dancing, shouting praise, waving their arms in the air, some shedding tears, and my mom and I receiving goose bumps, and smiling from ear to ear, via experiencing such enormously impactful moments with each other, as well as with thee Melissa Etheridge and other concert-goers deeply feeling life.

The audience acted in the manner, described above, during most of Melissa’s show since she was exceptionally heart-warming, inspiring, good-humored, animated, plus an extraordinary force and talent in every other way onstage. There was not one dull moment throughout Melissa’s performance, she put the audience through some hoops, played most of her biggest songs, and was a humongous ball of energy for over 2 and a half hours, despite her 50-something age!

Also, Melissa said during her show she already knew how to play guitar, so she decided to teach herself how to play the piano at the age of six. And her mom came into her room one day when she was practicing, and said “Melissa, now you’re just making stuff up,” and she did so while living in the sticks, a small town named Leavenworth, Kansas. (Is Leavenworth worth leaving?)

On an ending note, I darn well know for certain now I would be extremely upset to miss a Melissa Etheridge show. Whether, cold and rainy, or even a snowstorm, if thee Melissa Etheridge is to play, it is a sure go!

Melissa Etheridge’s Latest Album is: 4^th Street Feeling

Joan Osborne’s: Bring It On Home

Paula Cole’s: Raven

Jessie Payo’s: (Single—no album yet, “Heaven Help Me.”)

For more information on shows at Ravinia, please visit Ravinia.com

When I saw the title The March my mind envisioned Chippendale-Dancer looking studs marching while wearing Drummer Boy pants that had been ironed with starch. Shortly thereafter, someone corrected me and said The March is an adaptation of a novel bearing the same name, written by the great author, E.L. Doctorow. In fact, E.L. Doctorow'sThe March was so adored that it was a freakin' Pulitzer Prize Finalist!
 
E.L. Doctorow is noted for creating historical narratives that tell the truth, but not the whole truth. For instance, Doctorow is known to put characters of his imagination into his works, as he also does in The March. The tactic seems to serve as a means to be the intimate voice of many people affected similarly and differently by a historical event(s), making his stories that much more universal, moving, interesting and thought-provoking.
 
The March is a depiction of General William Tecumseh Sherman and his 60,000 Union Solders' march, killing machine and subsequent massacre and conquer of the Confederate Army, as well as how they and other northerners' and southerners' were hit by it.
 
The March was adapted for the stage, not by some Schmuck or loser, but by majorly talented Frank Galati. Galati is a member of the prominent Steppenwolf Theatre Company ensemble in Chicago, and has been the winner of Tony Awards. Galati also directed the big ticket-seller, Ragtime, which is another reason why his talent is nothing to sneeze at.
 
Regardless, I still questioned how a Debbie Downer's dream subject matter was going to go down onstage without the sights of audience members bolting for the exit doors, or sounds of ballistic bawling or roaring snores.
 

I saw The March at the Steppenwolf Theatre in chi-town, and I learned only 2 percent of the play's dialogue had been changed from that in the novel. I additionally found the dialogue included sentiments and information E.L. Doctorow had gotten from General Sherman's multiple self-documentations, and actual letters solders had written for their families back home.
 
The heart-strings pulling, yet witty and delightful as all heck dialogue, was the most enjoyable part of the play. To elaborate, although members of the audience body surfing during the production probably would have been heavily frowned upon, The March was uplifting enough on its' own that it did not need it.
 
Further, due to the plays good plot, themes, dialogue, acting, music and set design, it was a completely enthralling work of art done keenly by Galati. A portion of the cast is made up of: Ian Barford, Carrie Coon, Shannon Matesky, Harry Groener, Alana Arenas, James Vincent Meredith, Philip Brannon and Stephen Lois Grush. Some of the thespians have been in other plays, films and television shows you have likely seen or heard of. There are 26 actors in The March, including pretty ladies and male hotties, that one of the phrases in the play goes, could "make your hooves fly!" Yes in my book, Frank Galati's adaptation of The March ranks high.
 
For ticket information please visit: www.steppenwolf.org

Some people may jokingly say Riverdance is just a batch of lads and lasses looking like they have ants in their pants. But, such lips should be zipped, considering it takes a lot of heart, soul and skill for individuals to be able to master the obviously complex forms of dance, showcased in The Broadway smash, Riverdance.

Yes, the extensive success of  the production, whose tour of the planet earth has taken the same amount of miles as it does to travel to the moon and back, have some Irish Dancers of their Troupe who had sprung into training at the age of 4. The specified youngsters were given unique tap shoes, in that they were very heavy. Therefore, dancing in these hefty “claude hoppers” required the children’s ankles to be exceptionally agile and legs outstandingly strong.

With that said, can you imagine competing with those highly talented legs and “footsies” in a game of Double Dutch Jump Rope? Or, having one of the Irish lasses, wearing her loaded tap shoes, kick you in the gonads?

Moving right along, weighty tap shoes are also worn by the Riverdance Irish Dance Troupe to this day on stage. When I saw them, at one of their last shows at the Oriental Theatre, flash fascinatingly fast and fancy footwork, and slam down their feet with extreme might, it was greatly admirable all right!

Also, although the Irish Dance Troupe dances ever-so-vigorously for a breathtaking spell, deep pride and strength are shown in their stance and written all over their face. Further, none of the Riverdance Dance Troupes get their wondrous abundance of energy because they are “Meth or Crack-heads”—the Riverdance performers in general are simply heavy drinkers—of water and Gatorade, that is!

In fact, from the spring of Riverdance in 1995 to the present, riveting Riverdance’s performers (musicians, singers and dancers) reportedly have “chugged” 200,000 gallons of water, 60,000 gallons of Gatorade and have pleasured themselves with 60,000 pounds of chocolate!

Sadly, every dance troupe of Riverdance will be hanging their soaked shoes to dry, as far as the production’s tour in the U.S. is concerned, on the 17^th of June this year. Riverdance has definitely made a jumbo splash during its 15 year run, with its’ final blast offs that’ll knock your socks off, in Chicago from the 13^th to 18^th of this month.

The powerful sights and sounds of Riverdance performers (musicians, singers and dancers) were supremely intense, at times heavenly humorous, and through and through addictive! Astronomically critically acclaimed Riverdance is not only a show of Irish music and dance, either—it unveils styles of additional cultures music and dance, as well. Plus, I think Riverdance’s themes, including Ireland’s History, religion and politics, are such that probably all cultures can relate to. Also, in my humble opinion, experiencing the Journey of Riverdance will have Irish Eyes a Smilin’ and those of others.

Composed by Bill Whelan

Produced by Mora Doherty

Directed by John McColgan

The Milk Carton Kids, consisting of Joey Ryan and Kenneth Pattengale, may only be similar to their name because their bios are virtually impossible to come across and know. I can tell you they are from LA, though, but probably would not buy one darn earring for a whopping $75,000 like LA area born and raised, Kim Kardashian, even if they did have that much dough.

During shows at Shubbas in Chicago with some old farts, I have been accustomed to rubbing elbows, boobies, booties, as well as, the likelihood of all other imaginable body parts. But, it was not a claustrophobe's nightmare a few nights ago, the venue had chairs and tables nicely set up for an evening of laid-back performing arts.
I found The Milk Carton Kids on stage right on time, and Joey Ryan had the audience cracking up at a drop of a dime.

While they were playing, I could not detect any flaws or wrongs. It was mainly intriguing how Ryan and Pattengale's singing voices sounded so delicate and in perfect harmony, like one singer actually, in many of their songs. I swear to you I had not taken any hits off of any bongs!

The Milk Carton Kids can also sing and play very loudly and infectiously rowdy. And, Ryan and Pattengale merely use their voices and acoustic guitars, that are not electronically tampered with or made cloudy.

The two attractive young guys exhibit seductive fingering of their instruments, during their performance of Americana, back-porch, flannel-folk arrangements. The Milk Carton Kid's heavily relatable lyrics about love can, additionally, make people's entireties transcend deeply into their tunes and onstage movements.

Plus, in breaks of playing, Ryan and Pattengale's shockingly blunt, non-politically correct and dry humor delivery, with natural comedic timing, proved they could also do well at Professional Comedy. Even if they did not have at least 98 percent of the audience laughing, and from their bellies, their music alone still would have made for a positively highly entertaining evening.

After having already just seen what to me, was the art of performing at its' best, during The Milk Carton Kid's second encore, Ryan asked the the crowd "Any requests?"

Members of the audience shouted out many, and the probably exhausted from traveling Ryan and Pattengale, played every single one and still whole-heartedly.

The Milk Carton Kids are clearly people pleasers and work hardy, for they also invited the audience to speak with them after the show and to party.

I approached two girls in the crowd, and Jean said "The show was phenomenal--great chemistry and stage presence," and Suzanne conveyed "The music made my toes tap, my heart swoon, and the banter made me laugh out loud."

So, I suggest people be on the lookout for The Milk Carton Kid's whereabouts, because you do not want to miss your chance to catch them! Also, it is recommended people buy The Milk Carton Kid's live album "Prologue," which is a fusion of each Ryan and Pattengale's solo material, and it is a rare gem.

Please visit: themilkcartonkids.com for info on their tour dates and albums. Oh, and The Milk Carton Kid's have so generously made some of their songs free to download from there!

You very well may have first heard ZZ Top rock, while carrying your boom-box on your shoulder, and walking down your block. It was the lovely ‘80s when I was no longer a virgin to ZZ Top's tunes, and it was also when Aqua Net hairspray was rampantly used to create cockamamie up-do's.
 
(On a serious note, in the process of one getting his or her cigarette lit, hair fires were quite frequent).
 
However, ZZ Top ignited a blast of a time starting way back in 1969. Billy Gibbons (guitar, vocals, harmonica and bass) had started "Moving Sidewalks" and kicked the two other men in the band to the curb. Gibbons, then, stumbled upon Frank Beard (drums, percussion, vocals, saxophone, trumpet and tuba) as well as Dusty Hill (bass guitar, keyboards, vocals, saxophone and base clarinet ), forming ZZ Top, also known as "That Little Ol' Band from Texas." The three buds got the taste of success pretty quickly, becoming a band in demand.
 
The creation of the name "ZZ Top" may devastate Marijuana-joint-making enthusiasts, since it did not actually stem from the highly esteemed Zig Zag (ZZ) and Top's Rolling papers. Rather, it was Gibbon's cross-breeding of Z.Z. Hill's name, and B.B King's up on "top" status that resulted in the name of the band.
 
ZZ Top has broken records, received awards up the wazoo, and has worked on numerous television shows plus movies. The band, which once had their stage the shape of the state of Texas, was honored in a big way when "They were inducted into the Rock 'n' Roll Hall of Fame in 2004. With that said, I was expecting to see star qualities while they perform. Besides, ZZ Top have opened for The Rolling Stones, Janis Joplin, Joe Cocker, Santana and many other Music Industry heavy weights for Pete's sake!
 
A few nights ago, at Hammond Indiana's Horseshoe Casino, three sharp dressed men came out onstage, playing many of their greatest hits that sounded just like if you were listening to them on the radio. Only a handful or so of fans were dressed in clothes reminiscent of the ‘80s, and the stage design proved ZZ Top are no "cheapos", also keeping up to date with the latest technology. That is, they had three Paul Bunion-sized screens, one in back of them and on each side. Everyone in the crowd was able to see the ZZ Top guys up close and personal, and at one time during their performance, the monitor behind them played graphics of intricately-designed hub caps that appeared to be flying out into the audience.
 
ZZ Top filled the venue with their signature, sizzling Texas boogie rock and blues, and it was great to watch folks passionately adore them and want more. A "Yee-haw!" is also in store, because ZZ Top will have a new album, currently untitled, out this fall and you can catch them on tour!

Eye on India is a 10 day festival comprised of cinema, music, dance, theatre, literature and food, which was created "to promote the theme of universality in today's increasingly polarizing context” (Sanjoy Roy 2011.)

I attended Day One of the festival, and the pre-show shindig, at the Harris Theater in Chicago's Millennium Park. The duds worn by the party-goers were the first thing that caught my eye. The traditional Indian gowns that many of the ladies wore were fashion masterpieces for sure! Joan Rivers, the Barney Fife of The Fashion Police, better not shoot her mouth off, and tear traditional Indian gown designers a new asshole. Or, perhaps I will protest she give up her Fashion Police badge and Plastic Surgery addiction immediately.

The hors d'oeuvres served were amazing and the conversations I had with some men and women from India in regard to their culture were highly intellectually stimulating, titillating, and straight up, out-of-this-world in every meaning of the idiom.

Two glasses of Heinekens later, the Eye on India performances began in the wee-bit nippy Harris Theatre. The opening act began, which was The Chicago Children's Choir and The Natya Dance Theater. The Natya dancers were a joy to see. They were all beautiful, healthy-sized young ladies and were, refreshingly, not put in Hootchie-Mama costumes!

The Chicago Children's Choir and Natya Dance Theatre had such easy-to-see talent that was intriguing and invigorating to watch and listen to minute by minute. Plus, the lyrics of the song The Chicago Children's Choir opened with called for world peace, and the lead singer sang with infectious, gospel music-like passion.

India's Violin Icon, Dr. L. Subramaniam's performed with Ambi Subramaniam on violin and T.A.S. Mani on Mridangam the entire time. They performed one of Dr. L. Subramaniam's own compositions, which was in the kriti format, and allowed the musicians to improvise at certain times. With that said, the music was suspenseful, and there were exciting and fulfilling climaxes throughout the composition.

I periodically looked around during the show to see most of the audience's faces gave me the impression they were thoroughly enjoying the performance from its start to finish.

Dr. L. Subramaniam is a world renowned performer, producer, conductor and composer who has 150 recordings, some of which were for movies like "Little Buddha". He is clearly adored by many.

There will be different performers and acts, than the ones I critiqued, at Eye on India until the festival's last day on July 17th. For information please go to: www.EYEonINDIA.com. Each of the new upcoming Eye on India events I read about sound like they will be culturally eye-opening and fully satisfying.