"These are all 45s by groups that never had a hit," says James Trotter, who goes by Superwolf when he's standing behind turntables. Since nobody's heard of most of the groups, he has to spin the records to determine what's good, which makes for a process of constant discovery.
"I'm always adding to my collection," he says. "I never play the same thing twice, unless one of the regulars wants me to play something they heard at one of our other shows. Sometimes they come up to us like, 'What's the one song that goes da da da...?' Which is great. It's really funny." The unique situation forces fans who fall in love with certain songs to sing them back to the DJs if they ever hope to hear them again or even find out what they're called.
Larry Groce, who books the shows at Mike's Tavern (where the duo plays on Thanksgiving), enjoys what is becoming a regular event. When Memphis Black and Superwolf play at his Rockhurst-neighborhood bar, he sees "more smoking, more drinking and a lot more hip people," he says with a chuckle.
Posters for the gigs command everyone to "COME DANCE." And the people who come out to hear Superwolf and Memphis Black dance like they mean it. Couples dance closely, hips swing from side to side, feet scuff up the floor.