The New Found Glory and Senses Fail show that was November 8 at the Beaumont has been moved to The Granada, same night. Your tickets are still good.
Here's the picture the publicist, Eddie, sent with the press release, asking members of the press to guess who he is.
I got nothin'.
Brown, the former head of the Consumer Protection Division in then-Kansas Attorney General Phill Kline’s office, skipped town earlier this year after Kline lost a re-election bid to Paul Morrison. Brown reportedly left the Sunflower State to start his own law firm in Fort Wayne, Indiana.
But Brown has kept his thoughts on Kansas – and distaste for Johnson County Sun columnist Steve Rose – alive on his blog. Brown reminisces about the 68 days he spent in the hoosegow on a contempt of court charge in 1992 for violating a federal judge's injunction that barred protestors from blocking the entrances to an abortion clinic.
Bauhaus - "Telegram Sam"
More hand-picked Halloweeny viddies after the jump.
No doubt, it's hard to be single in Kansas City. That's evident in the fact that whenever we run a pretty woman on the cover of The Pitch, we're sure to get e-mails from dudes with crushes. That happened back in January when we ran this story on the smokiest bars in town, and a sultry-looking girl on the cover puffed away, luring readers to request her seven digits.
Mostly, they sound pretty innocuous, with something about being a nice guy, how it's hard to meet women in this town, how he just wants to get to know that model because she looks like she's smart.
We've gotten the same kind of messages this week, seeking the contact info for Kara McMurtry, who appears in a low-cut cop outfit while biting a pair of handcuffs for the article "Sex Police."
Well, here's Kara.
Friday, October 26
The Sprint Center
Better than: Valerie Bertinelli's weight-loss blog.
A crowd roughly the size (and appearance) of Independence, Missouri, poured into the Sprint Center last Friday night to worship at the altar of once-lusty '80s guitar rock kings Van Halen, fronted this time around by original bitch-on-the-mic David Lee Roth.
Side note: I would not go see Van Halen unless Diamond Dave was there. I'm pretty sure that man was the main reason my parents wouldn't let me watch MTV in the '80s. His persona was so lecherous and trashy that him simply dancing around, doing the scissor kicks in a pair of tights and what not, mooching at the camera, etc etc inspecting women... hell, him just being himself was an affront to moral living. His successor, Sammy Hagar, on the other hand, to me, was just a chubby red dude with a porcine howl. By the time For Unlawful Carnal Kabbage and its flagship video Poundcake came out in 1991, my parents didn't give a crap what I watched. VH and all those other bands had become so ineffectual by then that watching them made kids hate rock and roll. (Hence the rise of gangsta rap.) So, all that's to lament how Friday night at the Sprint Center, I made the mistake of expecting Dave to be entertaining -- or even really part of the show -- but more on that in a minute.
Fan footage of the night's show.
So, let's say that it's Halloween, you're straight guy who's kind of an idiot, and you need a costume - fast. In 1998, you'd bust out the horn-rims and the tooth-blackener and suck in public as Austin Powers. In old '06, you'd smear on a 'stache and jabber about sexy-time. So in 2007, what's the best costume strategy for the dude who isn't especially funny himself but is still by-God determined to have something to do with comedy?
Easy. Stick your dick in a box.
Or at least pretend to. Dragged to the Granfalloon Saturday, I caught no fewer than half a dozen joiners giving their junk the ribbon-and-bow treatment from last year's memorable Saturday Night Live bit. Unlike JT, these guys weren't getting anywhere. In fact, most of the women they talked into opening the lids asked for gift receipts.
"That's pretty disappointing," a lady friend complained after peeking inside one tuxed-out shmoe's present. His contents: a Twinkie. Once he'd stumbled off, a blonde at the bar dished, "It's a Twinkie here, but in real life, he's packing a Zinger."
Other boxes yielded dildos or - in the case of one especially unimaginative lawyer- absolutely nothing at all. Nobody had the wit to go with a Ding Dong or a even picture of Nixon. One lazy guy didn't even bother with the gift wrap, opting instead to tie an empty case of Miller Genuine Draft to his crotch - perfect for pledge week, maybe, but hardly effective with the Plaza hotties he kept trying to chat up.
At one point, two dick-in-a-box guys happened to find themselves waiting together at the bar. They glared at each other, for a second, probably wondering who was copying whom. Then they looked away, at the floor or the tumultuous crowd, both a little shaken: They'd seen the douche and the douche was them. - Alan Scherstuhl
BY ANDY VIHSTADT
The Eels are kicking off 2008 time-capsule style. Along with the Essential Eels Vol. 1 2CD/DVD greatest hits collection, the band will releasing Useless Trinkets (also 2CD/DVD), an all-inclusive anthology of B-sides and rarities that makes the cache of import singles I’ve been collecting just that -- useless trinkets. Get the inside story here.
Both are scheduled for January 15. In the meantime, brush up on E’s pre-Eels days with a ton of downloadable goodness here, courtesy of the Runout Groove.
On the House
Roger Sargent, 2006
The Charlatans UK will probably be pegged as biters, even though the band announced its free album giveaway on the same day as Radiohead. No title for LP10 as of yet, but you’ll be able to get the whole thing at no cost at XFM sometime in early 2008.
Until then, here’s the first single.
The Charlatans UK: “You Cross My Path” MP3
Architecture in Helsinki
Better than: Jet, Silverchair and Air Supply
Review and Photos by Richard Gintowt
The word “twee” scares the fuck out of me. Not because I’m particularly scared of cute girls or striped sweaters, but because it usually implies other things like “amateur” and “sucky.” Architecture in Helsinki has been described as “twee,” but fortunately they are neither amateur nor sucky.
First, a few thoughts on the opening acts. This is Panther. They’re from Portland.
Today, we here at the Plog hit a snag. For years now, we’ve been channeling Bart Simpson and prank-calling Royals owner David Glass. Usually, the phone calls go smoothly – we ask for someone with a silly name, Glass doesn’t realize he's being pranked, then he threatens to cut our bellies open. But not today. Things changed forever today.
First, let’s review recent calls.
Is the Kansas City, Missouri, Council going to be awash in porn in a couple of weeks?
At Thursday’s business session, Mayor Pro Tem Bill Skaggs asked for an internal audit that supposedly has looked into the forbidden use of City Hall computers. In requesting the audit, Skaggs mentioned a blog.
The blog, Not Ready for Prime Buzz, said on October 6 that the city’s internal auditor was investigating an allegation that pornography was found on computer belonging to “LT.” In a separate entry, the blog referred to LT as LaTrisha Underhill, an assistant to City Manager Wayne Cauthen.
Baliff, whack their peepees!
Excelsior Springs is so pround of Courtney's accomplishments
My experiences there have been nothing but good. The food was good. The beer was…