Let's take a look at some of the shenanigans local rockers are getting into recently. This edition deals with D'Arcy's Animals Gone Wild experience and Pete Wentz's separation from his (arguably) better half.
Today's Chicago Music Gossip: Douche Is As Douche Does
Today in Ick: Pete Wentz Overshares
Fall Out Boy bassist Pete Wentz gave us way too much information about his apparently hot and sweaty sex life with wife Ashlee Simpson via yesterday's Howard Stern show. Some quoteable quotes:
Fall Out Baby
Someone needs to put a moratorium on celebrities giving their babies idiot names. This time around, popster wife Ashlee Simpson gave birth to her son with husband Pete Wentz of Chicago's Fall Out Boy. The kid's name? Bronx Mowgli Wentz. No, we're not making this shit up. The Bronx is a borough of New York City and Mowgli is the name of the main character of The Jungle Book. According to a spokesperson, "Ashlee, Pete and baby Bronx are all healthy and happy, and thank everyone for their well wishes!" Well, that's good, because that poor kid is going to have his named mocked for the rest of his life. No word if the child was born with eyeliner already applied.
Pete Wentz: Babydaddy
Hopefully Pete Wentz gets his rage issues in check sometime in the next nine months. Yes that’s right, a source confirmed to USmagazine.com today that he and girlfriend Ashlee Simpson will soon be welcoming a little Wentz baby into the world. Not surprisingly, Pete’s coming through on the promise ring he recently gave his lady love, since the couple is apparently engaged. A coy spokesperson for the couple had this to say:
Lollapalooza: Life Behind the Mesh Fences
To background, I manage a Chicago band called Tom Schraeder & His Ego, which landed a coveted spot on the 2007 bill. Though our slot was early (12:30 p.m. on Friday), the work for artists doesn’t stop once they’ve loaded up their vans (or in our case, the hearse) and exited the festival grounds. To give our esteemed Chicagoist readers a quick sketch of life deep on the Lollapalooza undercard, I kept a scribbled-note journal...
Empty Out Your Wallet
We have a huge case of the giggles today. It all started when we tried to type “jagoff” and it came out “jagoof” and we could not stop laughing at ourselves for five minutes. Then we decided to be productive and write up this edition of EOYW, which only proved that the Ticketmaster gods were laughing along with us with their offerings for this week’s ticket sales.
Chicagoist Week In Review: If It Feels Good, Do It Edition
This week on Chicagoist, it was all about vice: preventing it, wallowing in it, or legislating it.

