Evidently, some people had paid cash money to ring in the season with KEM, Tank and THE ONE AND ONLY BOBBY BROWN this Saturday at Starlight Theatre. Well, the concert's been canceled, so these mysterious Bobby Brown/KEM/Tank fans will have to go and get a refund.
My first thought upon reading this news, however, was, The one and only Bobby Brown nearly almost just came to town and I didn't even notice he was coming? Then I thought, Wait, Bobby Brown is still performing? Clearly, I'm not up on my ex-Mr. Houston. Or my KEM or my Tank, either, because I have no idea who those persons/entities are. So, I went to Lexis-Nexis, the reporter's best friend, an online archive of newspaper articles, to check out the latest story on Bobby Brown and the persons/entities known as KEM and Tank...
In the early '90s, it was Bobby Brown's prerogative to have a sloping, asymmetrical hairstyle.
Here’s a guest Plog from Gina Kaufmann, the Pitch’s former calendar editor and SeeSaw columnist.
A moment of silence, please.
Mott-ly died yesterday. He wouldn’t want more than a moment of your silence. But that one moment? He deserves it.
I met Mott-ly five or six years ago. He didn’t mention that he was an artist. He was a nice guy in a wheelchair who had great taste in everything and such a pleasant disposition that I forgot he was sick most of the time.
Cursive, with the Show is the Rainbow. Wednesday, May 30, at the Bottleneck.
Review by Crystal K. Wiebe
I keep dooming myself to draggy Thursdays by hitting up Lawrence shows on Wednesday nights. Last week it was the Album Leaf at the Jackpot (atmospheric rock that turned out too mellow for me). Last night, it was Cursive at the Bottleneck.
My fellow Nebraskans came on after a short set by another act from the Cornhusker state, the Show is the Rainbow. The one-man band is best described as performance art. Tubby Darren Keene sings along (and sometimes doesn’t) with his homemade music videos, which are projected on stage as he cavorts with the audience. I caught the guy several times back when I was living in Lincoln. Although a bit more high tech, his act hasn’t gotten any less silly. The subjects of last night’s songs included a pedophile shortbus driver, a guy begging for anal sex from his girlfriend, and gay marriage.
Tim Kasher and Cursive squall away at the Bottleneck.
You know, I never thought "Se7en" really ever looked like "Seven" but that didn't stop me from doing another podcast. Also, I've been told I look like a cross between Brad Pitt and Morgan Freeman.
Download it as an MP3 by right-clicking HERE and doing the "Save Target As" thing or, if you have a Mac, Option+click it.
You'll hear my usual banter, along with songs by the Rosebuds, the Only Children, Shiner, Grinderman, the Noisettes, In the Pines and Minus Story.
At the core of the New Tragedies is husband-and-wife couple Aaron and Bev Weidner. They're joined by Jason Wright on drums, Dustin Kinsey on lead guitar and Nate Hofer on pedal steel. Aaron writes the songs and plays rhythm, Bev plays bass, and they team up on singing in a virtually constant duet manner reminiscent of Low. And like the chair-kicking couple from Duluth, the KC-based Weidners don't have the sunniest disposish of all the kids in day care. But they aren't the saddest, either.
More words and a free song after the jump.
Photo by Kenny Johnson
The Seattle Post-Intelligencer ran this Memorial Day story about the prospect of the NBA’s Supersonics leaving – and possibly coming to Kansas City. Summing up what this would mean for Seattle, the paper offered:
If the Sonics should go -- and privately many people close to the situation expect exactly that -- there are a few things the Emerald City should expect: a negligible economic impact; a long, wistful hoops hangover; and no replacement team for a generation at the earliest.
A “negligible economic impact”? So, why do we want an NBA team?
Meanwhile, The Kansas City Star's Jeffrey Flanagan has already begun calling the team the Kansas City Supersonics. Considering how we were treated by the Kansas City Penguins, here's hoping Flanagan's comment doesn't become a jinx. – Eric Barton
I don't have much to report today, so I thought I'd direct your attention to a couple of local bloggers who might be able to help you while away this Tuesday-that-feels-like-Monday afternoon.
At the half-year-old Midwest Music and More, they love them some indie and college rock.
And at the year-and-a-half-old Don't Need Anything, the tastes are pretty eclectic. You'll read about the Decemberists, and you'll read about Cracker.
Now's your chance to pimp your blog or the blog of someone you love. Locals only, please. I'm always looking to build my blogroll (down and to the right).
Here's something you probably didn't see this weekend: the Muscle Mayhem Championships at the Folly Theater.
Whatcha gonna do when you get out of jail?
I'm gonna have some fun!
What do you con-si-der fun?
Fun, natural fun!
Truer words than these were never spoken. Thank you, Tom Tom Club.
Genius of Love you say? Nay, Genius of LIFE!
It is with this mindset that we approach that most liberating kind of weekend in our American lives: the Three-Day Weekend. Here's what you can do with your freedom:
SPOILER ALERT: According to Mark 3:29, “Whoever blasphemes against the Holy Spirit will never be forgiven; he is guilty of an eternal sin.” It’s the one "Calvin Pissing" window decal God won’t overlook.
At blasphemychallenge.com, the Rational Response Squad – which is kind of like the theological equivalent of the Committee to Fire Katie Horner – is offering a free copy of atheist documentary The God Who Wasn’t There to anyone willing to verbally denounce the Holy Spirit on video and upload it to YouTube.
In the edgy, denunciatory spirit of blaspheming the Holy Ghost, here is a Memorial Day Weekend guide composed as a list of other people I, Chris, deny for all eternity.
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