With its mixture of ghouls, glits and glams beside the local Latins, street people and punks, Chicago’s Aragon Ballroom seems the perfect place for Queen. It is a dark, wine soaked pit of a place, with gauche decor left over from the good old ballroom days when it was famous, dearie—back when your mama still danced. You can do all your nasties at the Aragon, and most people do. It’s an atmosphere conducive to rape, murder, grisly p.d.’s — and killer rock ‘n’ roll.