I went out with the camera this past weekend, joining the ranks of the dangerous shutterbug scenesters who have proliferated like locust since it became so easy to share pictures with the world. I'm no bloody Cartier-Bresson, and red-eye reduction on the camera was either not working or not turned on, but anyway, here's what Kansas City looks like after hours (to Midtown degenerates). Real names will be kept to a minimum to prevent untoward Googling:
FRIDAY THE 13TH
First Stop: The Embassy
Who's playing?: Nomathmatics
The Embassy provides safe haven for dancing hipsters.
Two of the Nomathmatics (far right and middle), with friend.
Next Stop: McCoy's
Who's Playing: DJ Tiger Beats
McCoy's is the new 3 a.m. bar in Westport, I'm telling ya -- especially when they have DJs on Fridays. Look at all the loonies dancing! (I think there's now karaoke on Saturdays, too...and bands on certain Sundays. And Hogpound Brown on tap, always.)
Tiger Beats howls.
Hey, not much going on over here. You Frankie's brother? You look familiar. Me? No, never touch the stuff.
SATURDAY THE 14TH
First Stop: House Party
(see Third Stop)
Second Stop: Davey's Uptown Rambler's Club
Who's Playing: The Pink Socks
Sock Rock
Third Stop: The Party Again
Who's Playing: We are.
Representatives from the Last of the V8s and the Bleeding Hands, with civilian
Dames!
The birthboy prepares to eat himself in effigy.
Poor lil' guy: all tuckered out and it's not even 5.
Cutting a caper
Representatives from the Architects, Anodyne Records, asking me if I wanna fight
So, all in all, a pretty good couple of nights. Wish you could've made it.
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