A buzz band's popularity can wax and wane, it seems, by the time we've read this sentence. (Seriously, go check Pitchfork. I'll bet that two bands just broke up.)
Luckily, for Mark Foster, Cubbie Fink and Mark Pontius, Foster the People is still turning on ears across the country. The Los Angeles trio started making music in 2009. By 2010, the band's crisp, sunny single "Pumped Up Kicks" had music snobs and the rest of us tapping toes in-sync.
The band played this year's SXSW Festival and is currently touring to support its debut album, Torches, which is due out May 24.
"Smile, you are loved," reads the white sheet of paper above chef Sandi Corder-Clootz's desk in the office at the back of Eden Alley, the restaurant she co-owns and operates with her husband, Greg. The office is a former stage at Unity Temple on the Plaza. She shares the cozy nook with the restaurant's canned goods, which initially were kept in the temple's bomb shelter.
Today, Corder-Clootz explains the love she puts into her menu, the kind of love that inspires customers to become servers. Yesterday, Fat City learned why it's so important to her that Eden Alley stay open and in the same place. And tomorrow, she shares a recipe for one of the restaurant's vegetarian dishes.
Ronald Dennis will probably have no problem adjusting to jail. He has already shown a penchant for squirreling himself away in confined spaces.
Dennis was arrested around 1 a.m. Sunday after what surely seemed like a flawless criminal plot fell apart inside a self-storage unit in St. Joseph. Police say Dennis broke into the unit and began looking around for stuff to steal. A dutiful security guard noticed the door was ajar, and shut it and latched it, unaware that Dennis was inside.
Two years after 19-year-old Jason Wren was found dead of alcohol poisoning at the University of Kansas' Sigma Alpha Epsilon chapter house, the terms of a settlement may be outlined by the end of the week.
The Lawrence Journal-World reported Monday that attorneys told a judge that they were working on a settlement in the wrongful-death lawsuit filed by Wren's father, Jay Wren, against the SAE chapter, its national association, 10 unnamed chapter members, and the Kansas
Alpha House Corp. (which owns the chapter house).
The lawsuit alleged that frat boys failed to get his son medical help "despite his intoxication and a head injury" suffered on March 8, 2009.
The repeal of a long-standing city ordinance that prohibited Kansas City, Missouri, diners from bringing their own bottles of wine into restaurants was quietly passed by the City Council on January 31. So quietly, in fact, that a surprising number of local restaurateurs and wine vendors still don't know about it.
Larry Johnson. Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate. Let's try that again. Larry Johnson. Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate. Ooh, I'm so biased. I just can't even write the former Kansas City Chiefs running back's name without breaking out in hate. Maybe LJ's attorney has a point. We just hate him so much that he can't get a fair trial in Kansas City. How could you not hate him for allegedly spitting in a woman's face (the face on the right)?
Ashley Stewart, the said face, is suing the former footballer known as King Pink for allegedly spitting a drink in her face in 2008 at the now-closed Plaza club Blonde.
You probably didn't spend the offseason training for the big day. Now that you're faced with the challenge of thousands of other fans at Kauffman Stadium, who inexplicably want a fresh limeade at exactly the same moment (curse you, beautiful crown Jumbotron in center field), you might just choke.
And in the process, you'll upset the fine balance between gorging oneself and seeing as much of the game as possible. As such, Fat City gives you the five rookie mistakes that are made over and over at ballgames by hungry and thirsty fans.
The Granada on a Wednesday can be a cold and cavernous place for opening acts to do what opening acts should do: Warm up a crowd. So when Kansas City's Greg Enemy walked onstage with merely a microphone and white MacBook in hand, the odds were already against him.
Openers in hip-hop have no instruments to hide behind, no guitar feedback to catch the ear or a flailing drummer for the eye. And openers in independent hip-hop can't even guarantee that the crowd will know their hooks to shout back in affirmation. So, as Greg Enemy slid a worn denim jacket off his meager frame (he's small and raps about it often), the growing Granada crowd clenched Bud Lights in expectation.
"I was going to play a new song, but I don't know if y'all are feeling it," Enemy said, before a voice in the crowd reminded him that all the songs were probably new to them. "That's a very good point," he said, flashing a smile under his thick square glasses. New songs or not, Enemy came through. He rhymed over his own deep-cutting beats with the self-assured dance kicks and toe spins that I only unleash when I'm home alone. In short, he displayed -- to use hip-hop's waning buzzword -- swag. The endearing DIY moment followed each song, when Enemy ran back to his laptop to select his next backing track on iTunes.
The wife of "Master Ed" Bagley was indicted Tuesday for her alleged role in the Missouri sex slave case. Earlier this week, Marilyn Bagley, Master Ed, Michael "Rodent" Stokes and Bradley Cook were charged in an 18-count superseding indictment returned by a grand jury.
The feds allege that the Bagleys engaged in sex and sexual torture with a mentally deficient woman whom they enticed into moving into their Lebanon, Missouri, trailer home when she was 16. They allegedly promised her that she'd have a "great life" and would become a model and a dancer. They were allegedly grooming her to become a sex slave, using Internet and BDSM porn to train her when she was a minor.
If the Pickleback -- whiskey with a pickle juice chaser -- is a sledgehammer, then the cucumber soda from SodaVie is a rock hammer, gently rounding out against your taste buds.
The sea-foam-green soda with the tiny bubbles is one of a dozen, handcrafted brews made by the GetReal Food Company -- the soda company operating out of the back of Big City Hot Dogs in Kansas City. The sodas are naturally fermented and made with seasonal ingredients, meaning that Benjamin Topel and Sean Henry are always rolling out new flavors.
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