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<p>Hi everyone, I’m Stella. Right now, a vintage record player is spinning Chicago’s vinyl, and the arc of their brass instruments drifts over the windowsill of the late night—back in 1967, when Walter Parazaider's saxophone collided with Lee Loughnan's trumpet, they probably never imagined that this rock band rooted in brass would, half a century later, hand us a cup of warm wine as we stumble through the rat race.</p><p>It’s worth saying that Chicago was born with a romantic rebellion. In an era when rock was dominated by guitars, they insisted on putting the saxophone and trombone front and center on stage—like planting a patch of singing reeds in a concrete jungle. In <em>Hard to Say I'm Sorry</em>, Terry Kath’s voice spills out, wrapped in the melancholy of the trombone: “Everybody needs a little time away”—this isn’t just an apology in a love song. It’s clearly a sigh from middle age. Those twilights drained by KPIs, those weekends filled with meetings—we always look at ourselves...