CommentaryWTEIKC | 08 Mar 2011 04:46 pm

I just realized there is, in fact, one good thing about the Power & Light district: It bled Westport nearly dry of douchebaggery. Now, there’s a vein that needed opening for years.

Really, P&L seems like it was custom-built for douches.

  • Absolutely no character to the place that would otherwise be lost on the targeted clientele
  • Lots of unbreakable concrete and metal infrastructure that’s easy to hose spilled beer and vomit off of every week
  • Ridiculously inflated prices that easily convey the illusion of exclusivity to the addle-minded
  • Fees applied to any opportunity to stand out as a douche among douches (e.g., being spritzed with cheap cologne in the bathroom or having a slur on your buddy written on a big chalkboard)

So one might say it’s the bug light that helps keep other parts of the city a bit cleaner. Spend on, douches!

CommentaryWTEIKC | 27 Feb 2011 08:36 pm

News of SRO Video’s imminent closure kind of made me feel like a good friend died. Actually, several friends. For 26 years, Sue Ann and her quirky band of bohemian movie jocks ran what was undeniably KC’s most sophisticated video store. A movie collection rich in indie, classic, and foreign titles was served up by a staff that loved film and loved talking about it. And they wanted to get everyone in on the fun. There were movie poster giveaways, discounts for film personality birthdays, and one day a month was proclaimed Beer Night. As though it were not obvious, the monthly event calendar always sported the headline, “We Are Not Boring!”

I am as guilty as anyone for letting the new by-mail and online content delivery services change how I watch movies. And I suppose that could be why the e-mail announcing SRO’s demise came like a sucker punch; there was no way I (as a continuing fan but former patron) could deny I was partly responsible.

But guilt and the inevitable mourning aside, SRO, with its shiny Employee Picks stickers, trivia contests, and entire sections labeled “Woody” and “Hitch” remains a happy fixture of KC’s past. Naturally, I got to thinking about other local stores now gone but which were equally deserving of the ‘not boring’ moniker. I bet you can, too, but here are some to get you started:

Whistler’s Books – This Westport bookstore in a two-story loft space was a reader’s paradise (if you could find a free chair), and titles featured on the display tables were generally well-considered employee picks. Material in the kids’ section was notably depressing or rife with political correctness.

Fine Arts Theatre – It was once famous for having run The Gods Must Be Crazy for something like a year.

Javagaia – Open for just a couple of years, this was the archetypal coffee house on Southwest Boulevard; it had everything – great coffee, live music, a head shop in the loft, a goldfish pond with waterfall, and lots of dirty hippies. It never reopened after the building flooded in 1993.

Pyramids Café – While I have not experienced much variation in fare and quality among Mediterranean restos in KC, at least this place just south of 34th on Broadway really dressed the part with bright white walls, lots of gold trim, and loud blue carpet.

The Hurricane (a.k.a. The Whore-a-cane) – Now operating under a different name, this small venue known best for promoting the local rock scene still accommodated just about every musical trend of the ’90s, including the brief swing revival.

Finnegan’s Irish Pub – What is now the Record Bar with its tasteful wood interior (thanks to the remodel by their predecessor, Molloy Bros.) used to have carpet and tacky leprechaun-green walls. For a while there was a free hot dog bar that encouraged prolonged drinking but which they must have removed because the local bums caught on to it.

Lucille’s/Otto’s – The kitchen in the original Lucille’s building had a nasty habit of catching fire, which was too bad for this open-late ’50s retro diner that drew its staff from the local supply pool of punk kids. The more modestly-sized Otto’s malt shop a few blocks away continued the tradition for another few years before the owners left KC ostensibly for good and reopened in Las Vegas, NV. A recent revival inside the Czar Bar didn’t seem to pan out.

Middle Class Values – In 1991 KXTR produced an ad in which Patrick Neas and another DJ faked Sveeedish accents and talked about all the cool stuff at Middle Class Values they could buy as Christmas presents for little Fannie and Alexander. At their mere mention of Twin Peaks paraphernalia, I made an immediate pilgrimage and discovered a store that was something like Spencer Gifts sans the shit-joke greeting cards and offensive light switch plates. I was sad to hear of the owner’s passing within the last year or so.

Bruce Smith Drugs on the Plaza – More has been written about the ‘chainafication’ of the Plaza than I care to rehash, but for me this store’s disappearance marked the point at which the shopping district ceased to have a local personality.

Emile’s – The space now occupied by the Plaza Starbucks once housed one of KC’s best (and few) German restaurants. There was nothing like a simple plate of schnitzel, spätzle, and sauerkraut with a glass of Warsteiner on Emile’s corner patio.

Classical Westport – In the same vein as SRO, here was a store that specialized in selling albums in a specific genre and where the staff could give intelligent buying advice. Occasional events centered around a particular composer also helped retain their solid following.

The Souper – Definitely part of Westport’s long-gone bohemian days, this eatery was known for its bread and lunchtime fare (including some great quiche, if memory serves). The hifi was loud and the crowd was high.

HumorWTEIKC | 25 Dec 2010 03:02 pm

Visual/performance artist Leah Stella Stephens tries to sell her handmade postcards to drive-thru window clerks:

CommentaryWTEIKC | 26 Sep 2010 09:17 pm

and I avoided giving it to my own cat for as long as possible – four years, I think. Compared to the dry stuff, wet cat food is essentially feline crack. Seriously, they cannot get enough of it, as opposed to the dry stuff you never have to worry about them overeating. To make matters worse, it looks like shit and doesn’t smell much better – even the expensive stuff. Worst of all, three months into the purgatory of feeding my cat this foetid sludge, numberswiki.com

its nutritional superiority over dry kibble is finally obvious. His coat has become noticeably softer and almost has a shine to it, and he has put on some weight (a good thing, as he’s been a little too lean the last couple of years).

I wish you could buy a month’s supply in a large cylinder with a plunger at one end, like a caulking gun. Then you’d never have to get anywhere near the business end, and could just dispense a day’s ration at a safe distance: *ppthhhhhhhhhhh-plop*

Announcements&EntertainmentWTEIKC | 03 Jul 2010 10:43 am

It took five years, but our friend Oimoi has finally released a CD of unique musical offerings a reviewer described as “…expressive harmonies, ear-catching grooves, soothing melodies, and a wide range of instruments and timbres to delight the ear.” This inaugural album, Federal Inspection Service, probably falls best into the ‘lounge’ category; those who make Internet radio streams like Groove Salad and 4clubbers.fm their life soundtrack will likely feel right at home. But there is plenty of subtle ear candy there for the hi-fi and music theory geeks, too!

Bill Morris - Walkin' ThereAnother debut album of note is Kansas City based musician Bill MorrisWalkin’ There. At the very least more info

it is a well-crafted celebration of folk music from Ireland, the British Isles, and America (plus a few original pieces in the same vein). For me it was a fifty-minute show about the weighty issues of love, loss, joy, and family that kept my ears stuck to the headphones until its conclusion. I have heard hundreds – probably thousands – of guitar-wielding balladeers riding the Celtic/Americana wave. But Bill’s self-admitted James Taylor-like voice and the simple, clear recording techniques used on this album lent a sense of intimacy and an emotional presence that is so hard to create outside a live performance setting. (The last time any recording did that for me it was the early ’90s, with Connie Dover’s Somebody.) Bill Morris is a regular performer at Stone Bridge Coffee House in Independence’s Englewood district.

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