Yesterday, I stopped by the Charlie Parker birthday festivities at the Mutual Musicians Foundation. I’m embarrassed to say that the free fried chicken and cake lured me out, rather than any Bird- or jazz-love. The food was delicious, though; the chicken was fried up by Wingbusters, and the sheet cake, above, had a cheery “Happy birthday Charlie Parker” squiggled onto it in frosting.
But, upon hearing the music, I realized I need to stop treating this KC cultural institution like an after-bars drinkatorium or a free feed-ateria. Even though I was already sold by the music, what really got me into the place was watching this great tap-dancer:
-- Jen Chen
The football season begins for real this Friday night when high schools begin play. Leaving no zone blitz unturned, The Kansas City Star previewed the prep, college and NFL seasons in a special section (several, actually) that appeared in Sunday’s paper.
Even in the football-mad Midwest, the coverage seemed a bit excessive. Here are some stats on “Football ’07”:
43 – Writers, editors, designers, artists, photographers and imagers who worked on the issue, according to the masthead.
6 – Number of sections.
9.2 – Weight, in ounces.
36 – Advertisements for automobile and motorcycle dealerships.
2 – Advertisements promoting appearances by Penthouse Pet Elizabeth Hilden.
2 – Cost-of being fan graphics (Chiefs, Big XII schools).
4 – Images of Super Bowl-winning quarterback Peyton Manning.
3 – Images of overweight head coaches (Mark Mangino , Charlie Weis).
3 -- High schools nicknamed "Wildcats" in the Star's preseason top 5 lists (big and small class).
1 – Horrible metaphor, by SMU head coach Phil Bennett, equating NCAA sanctions to the bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
– David Martin
BY ANDY VIHSTADT
Meat is Murder
Beck dropped a “Timebomb” last Tuesday. The exclusive single isn’t a huge jump from The Information, but here’s to you, Beck, for not using it as a greedy excuse to release a greatest hits album; it’s certainly worthy of A-side status. Listen to it for free at Pitchfork, or fork over a buck to iTunes. Afterwards, head to You Ain't No Picasso for a free MP3 of Beck covering Of Montreal’s “Wraith Pinned to the Mist (and Other Games),” or as most of us know it, that annoying Outback Steakhouse jingle.
Shiny Pasty People
Sigur Ros recently announced its first documentary, Heima, which could easily double as Iceland’s next tourism campaign. Get your passport ready and watch the trailer here. The DVD will coincide with a Sigur Ros compilation double-album, Hvarf-Heim, which will include studio and unreleased acoustic tracks. Both are due in November. Until then, check out the band’s media page for a huge cache of free music.
Speaking of pale, white guys on film, R.E.M. is gearing up to release its upcoming performance CD/DVD, R.E.M. LIVE, on October 16. Preview it here.
Continue the fix after the jump.
Eight months after I wrote about my quest to find the smokiest bar in town, I received a package today from one of the finalists. The Clarette Club sent me a T-shirt that lauded its cigarette-friendly status. The front of the forest-green shirt is emblazoned with a drawing of a 12-armed Buddha. Each hand holds a cigarette, and the words “Smoke – Free of Charge” appear under the sacrilicious figure. The back of the T-shirt reads: “We’re so politically incorrect WE STINK.” Not surprisingly, the shirt and the envelope reeked of smoke.
On the same day that a presidential visit snarled traffic around Bartle Hall (really, was building the convention center to straddle the highway such a great idea?), U.S. marshals paid a visit to our local anarchist bookstore – and it wasn’t to pick up some Kafka.
Volunteer Chuck Munson was manning the Crossroads Infoshop and Radical Bookstore at 3109 Troost around 3 in the afternoon last Wednesday when he found a “posse” of U.S. marshals outside the store. Munson writes on his blog that a “woman agent, who was wearing a vest and had weapons, (was) asking questions of two people inside our store.” “I challenged her to show a warrant and she responded that she didn’t need to show a warrant.”
Kansas City ex-rapper Joe Good might still be in Retirement City (where, with any luck, 50 Cent will be joining him next month) but his songs live on in Remixland. Here's a track mixed by DJ Kid Cut Up from Milwaukee that introduces Good's lyrics on "Money" from SoundsGood's Biscuits & Gravy, to the Kelly Rowland and Eve song, "Like This."
Download: "Get Money Like This"
Befriend: Kid Cut Up
-- Nadia Pflaum
P.S. The video for the original "Like This" is highly watchable.
-- Jason Harper
Howdy, y’all. Here’s a picture of me took at my buddy Timmy Tom Bob’s parole party back in April. I’m wearing my favorite T-shirt for the occasion. Given the cyclical nature of historical circumstance, it is my sincere belief that the South will rise again. Further buttressing my theory vis-à-vis an inevitable Confederate resurgence, there are a number of redneck-interest weekend events happening to which I would like to draw your attention.
Sure there are plenty of good reasons for a tobacco ban – long-term health benefits, sheltering your good bar clothes from stray burning ash. But without tobacco, we wouldn’t be as nearly attractive to artists such as Billy Bob Thornton. With the right word of mouth, maybe Kansas City could become a celebrity getaway like Aspen, only with more carcinoma.
We got our opportunity last Friday when the Sling Blade star stopped into Gilhouly’s on West 39th Street to find a place to smoke and have a beer.
That night’s bartender, 29-year-old Lisa Beach, said she didn’t recognize the crusty older guy in the gang of seven before he came up to the bar. “He said, ‘I’m Billy. Nice to meet you,’” Beach said. “I don’t think anyone really noticed, and I didn’t want to let anyone know so they wouldn’t swarm him.”
Atreyu, Evanescence and Korn
August 22, 2007
Verizon Wireless Amphitheater
Better than: The Jerry Springer Show
By Crystal K. Wiebe
I hauled out to Bonner Springs again last night. It was the second Wednesday in a row I’ve spent at the venerable Verizon Wireless Amphitheater. Last week was Warped Tour; last night was the Family Values Tour. I would have lazed out again and just offered photos from the experience, but I wasn’t allowed to bring my digital camera into the venue, “per Korn’s request,” said the bag checker/patron-pat-down lady at the entrance.
Because, you know, little point-and-shoot digital cameras pose a real threat to the band’s livelihood.
There was no use fighting it, so my boyfriend and I started all the way back across the endless desert of a parking lot to stow our camera. On the way, we encountered our first freak of the evening. He was kind of pudgy, with a skinny braid on either side of his head. Clearly intoxicated, he was dancing around the porta-potties, yelling “Krangle! Krangle!” into the face of anyone who walked by.
Hi, Im Jonathan. Gimme all ur cameraz, plz.
Thanks to local musicians' dogged use of MySpace, I've learned a couple of things already today.
1. It looks like the Last of the V8s are quitsville. Their profile headline says "Goodnight...," and the poster for their Pitch Awards Show performance (see here and here) had billed it as their last show ever. I talked to a member of the band two days after that show, and all I got from that conversation was that the band's future was uncertain.
But maybe it involves a lady lead vocalist?
V8s drummer Kriss Ward sent out the following bulletin this morning.
Subject: You or someone you know...
Body: could be the next female lead singing rocknroll superstar in Kansas City!
Disiples of primative rock are searching for a female lead vocalist!
If you've never heard of The Stooges, The Bellrays, The Sonics, The Animals, The MC5 or Hellacopters don't hit me back.
If you're hip, do it!
Wonder who, besides Kriss, these "disiples" are? Well, if they get a hard-charging neolithic rock band going with a badass chick out front, I'll pay to see that. Especially if the lady is someone new and not at all influenced by Karen O. Please? Thank you.
Lisa Kekaula of the Bellrays, aka What This City Needs
I understand seeking support for the kids, but as well I can't understand how you…
wow what kind of weekend was he planning?...doin tooo much
I'm freaking excited!
"It's a cold day for pontooning."
If only little Kyle James were still in *high*school, I'm sure he'd be a shoe-in…