Best Pop Anything But Joey Anything But Joey spent the past year packing local shows to the rafters and expanding its teenage fan club beyond the region. The Kansas City quartet also released a new EP, Necessary But Not Cool. In addition to four sprightly new tunes, Necessary includes a generous helping of demos and live cuts that underscore the…
In what many have deemed a big loss, Colin Farrell’s penis no longer appears in A Home at the End of the World. The official line is that test audiences found it too distracting, though that seems unlikely given that the movie centers on two people who crave that particular organ. More believable is the tale that apparently the loss…
Sheathed in a tailored gray suit and sporting expensively barbered silver hair, Tom Cruise looks like an older, harder version of the self-absorbed L.A. sharpie he played 16 years ago in Rain Man. But in Collateral, a frenetic Michael Mann thriller that runs up a Baghdad-level body count, Cruise’s character gets scarcely a whiff of the old redemption. No…
Fahrenheit rising: Melvin Williams obviously doesn’t read the Kansas City Strip on a regular basis. Otherwise, he wouldn’t expect such a high standard from Tony Ortega (Letters, July 22). It didn’t take me long to figure out that Ortega was playing left field, but as conservative as I am, I actually get a kick out of reading Ortega’s twisted, Marxist…
ThreadsOff the rack and on the town. Blue Moose, 11 p.m. Thursday The sports bar is standing-room-only. Men in polo shirts and women in an array of shoulder-baring tops are wearing party gear — silver watches, leather cuffs, bling rings. A number of patrons and waitresses also are decked in half-inch yellow elastic Livestrong wristbands, seemingly in support of six-time…
They tried barricades. They tried curfews. At one point, they even wanted to charge money to walk on public streets. Yep, the Strip has to hand it to Westport merchants. Over the past 5 years, they’ve been awfully creative in their attempts to chase away young, black Kansas Citians. Used to be, summer weekend nights meant thousands of underage African-American…
When 21-year-old Nate Hoffmann called his roommate, Jeff Kinder, and told him that the FBI was looking for him, Kinder thought Hoffmann was being paranoid. He reconsidered when a black Ford Explorer tailed him as he pulled into his West Plaza driveway. When Kinder stepped out of his truck, two men in dark suits approached him. They introduced themselves as…
Shit stormed at Kauffman Stadium. One day in June, sewage spewed out of a hole in a cast-iron drainage pipe. Workers told Mark Gorris, vice president of business operations for the Royals, that the pipe looked like the inside of a Butterfinger candy bar. “It was just flaky and disintegrated,” Gorris says. The club was on the road when the…
