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Good Times in a Bad City

The story of a washed up pianist always just outside the spotlight and his, frankly, unhealthy idolization of the nightclub's headliner. From the get-go, I knew I wanted to set the piece in Chicago, finally settling on the 50's as the perfect mix of old-timey charm and modern disillusionment. This project was made possible with an unstable cocktail of Ralph Bakshi and Sylvain Chomet.

That stoplight has been drinking.

That stoplight has been drinking.

Call me crazy, but I think they might play jazz in there.

Call me crazy, but I think they might play jazz in there.