Marty Perez brought his camera to a Queen show at Chicago Stadium in January, 1977. Thin Lizzy was the opening act. The fans that night were left standing in the bitter cold before the show while Queen tried to find a PA after one of their trucks blew off the road en route from Montreal. In response, eggs and at least one lemon rained down on the stage throughout the show – because it was the Seventies. In Chicago. As his migrations took him to Seattle, New Orleans, and back to Chicago, scores of shows would follow, many in the various sports barns that hosted the arena rock concerts of the era, many in the ratty clubs that were home to the intense and storied scenes of those musical meccas. His photos are a remarkable stash of all that treasure – euphoric and slightly demented fans, classically posed icons, and frenetic musical malcontents raging forward into the maw. His is a working class eye cast on a working class passion, uniquely snatching glimpses of kids lurching toward a moment of weightlessness. And the moment arrives, over and over. Eggs? A lemon? Lemon omelets. Why not?