By JASON HARPER
Local politicians don't know where the Embassy is; midtown scenesters don't know that it's still open. But the spacious, two-room storefront bar at the intersection of Main and Westport Road is most definitely still open, and its Monday night hip-hop open mic, hosted by KC's patriarchal Heet Mob, is alive and well.
A relaxed, mostly older crowd dug the styles of the night's MCs, rapping to a DJ's beats or to the grooves of a full-on, who-are-these-kids? live band that called itself, I think, Doomsday. Anyone got their info?
Though I continued my salmon-run of gin and tonics from my evening's previous stop at the Record Bar, where I caught the Buffalo Saints' last show, and though my desire to perform all genres of music is intense when lubricated, I resisted the microphone's allures. I'll leave mastery of the ceremonies to the pros, like Dutch Newman.
I may have to get me a dookie rope, however.