Archives: February 2007

Light My Fire

Chris Meck and Abigail Henderson were married on a summer night last year in Montana, after their van was totaled by an 800-pound moose (female, halved). On the night of the accident, a humorless state trooper informed Henderson that if she decapitated the moose and mounted its head on the wall of the van, as she had expressed a sardonic…

All That Glitters

In the beginning, there was the People. Two teenage cousins, actually. During family gatherings, drummer Ryan Shank and singer-guitarist Ben Grimes talked music and jammed. In 1998, they decided to take it to the next level. “I was weeks away from starting film school,” Grimes says. “Before classes started, I canceled, got a refund and started my band.” At the…

Sex Mex

Dear Readers: Gracias to all of ustedes who submitted pictures for my racist Mexican restaurant logo contest — they were all muy bueno. Winners will be announced in a couple of weeks. In honor of this achievement, your humble wab focuses his keyboard on the one topic equally obsessed over by gabachos and Mexicans — sex! Dear Mexican: I am…

Letters from the week of February 8

Backwash, January 25 Hopp to It KC Hopps is the purveyor of some of the best beers in the KC metro area, and beer drinkers certainly do not want to see it fail as a business. However, CEO Ed Nelson would be able to answer your question about when smoking will end in public establishments with a little business analysis…

Hey, Smokers!

Hey, you smokers. Specifically, the smokers who attended the Miles Bonny DJ event Feel Sexy at the Hangout on a recent snowy Saturday. I wore my favorite winter coat out that night. It’s quilted, red, down-feather-filled — a sale garment at Ann Taylor, but still. I did briefly consider the fact that fun nights out don’t necessarily always agree with…

Seiden Gone Wild

  It’d be too clichéd to say that The Campus Ledger has been a thorn in the side of the Johnson County Community College administration. Besides, it’s more like a friggin’ stake the size of the Overland Park clock tower. The college paper was responsible for reporting allegations of sexual harassment in April 2006 that brought down the college president….

Student Grilling

A flock of mayoral hopefuls showed up at an event at the Kauffman Foundation to meet a group of 100 high school students. The candidates probably expected to be asked nothing tougher than questions about what action they’d take against those slimy squares the cafeteria calls pizza. But the kids set their sights on the jugular. The students were from…

Smiley Face, Sad Face

  God bless you, Wal-Mart. The world’s largest retailer takes a lot of crap. But I come today with praise for Mr. Smiley Face. I’m not going to write about energy efficiency at the new Wal-Mart on the site of the old Blue Ridge Mall. Airtight milk coolers are nice and all, but we’re still talking about a company with…

KC Sex: The Quiz

Your favorite position is: The Liberty Memorial (3) The Paseo Bridge (2) The Valomilk (1) The Chastainer (0) Your sex life is most closely comparable to: A Chiefs playoff field-goal attempt: unbelievably easy and close, but the pole gets in the way (1) A stroll along Brush Creek: intimate and romantic, but God, the smell! (2) The 2007 mayoral race:…

Hardcore at 52

  If you’ve spotted a middle-aged woman around town whom you’d swear you’ve seen in a threesome, it wasn’t a flashback. It probably was porn star Seka, who relocated from Chicago to Kansas City two years ago. Seka retired from adult films in the early 1990s, but at 52 years old, she’s making a comeback with a pay-to-view Web site….

Pro Tools

  Brandon Reece doesn’t swear. Instead, he says “B.S.” or “F that.” He’s married. He doesn’t eat much meat. He doesn’t drink much alcohol. He lives with his wife in midtown. He doesn’t have hairy palms, shifty eyes or greasy hair. For a guy hawking the secrets of penis enlargement, 28-year-old Reece just doesn’t fit the part. He’s tall, as…

Hook-Up Hotels

  Whether you’re a teenager looking for a parentless place to learn the ways of love or a guy looking to play catch-and-release with a hooker, who doesn’t occasionally need a seedy motel room? The Pitch has navigated the pirate-ship-shaped beds and a sea of dirty sheets to help you find the room that’s right for you, if only for…

A Confession From the Other Woman

I didn’t know if my boots were made for walking, but I guess I should’ve thought about that before I parked in that fucking Berbiglia lot. I lifted my throbbing head from the couch cushion just in time to see my sticker-clad Corolla being towed away. My aggravated cries of “Shit! Shit! Shit!” woke up the couple in the other…

An Open Letter to Art

Dear Rev. Ted Haggard: During these trying times, you probably think that nobody wants you. Even your church in Colorado Springs says you ought to get out of town. Word is you’re considering Iowa or Missouri. Well, the Show Me State is clearly the better choice for a disgraced minister. That’s especially true for someone like you, who, despite your…

Ozzfest: It’s Free

We just received word that Ozzfest, you know, that traveling heavy metal circus run by Sharon Osbourne, will be free. From the Web site: “Wh-wh-wh-what you mean it’s f-f-fuckin’ f-f-f-free!?” “We’re reaching the same point we did years ago when kids no longer wanted to pay for overpriced CDs,” compares Sharon. “As a result, they found alternative ways of getting…

Folk Thrives Amid Gentrification!

I was in a going-out mood last night, or at least a bar mood, so around 11, I rolled down to the Brick from some Brodioke action. But I didn’t stay long because the Fates had decreed that I would be guided to the unlikeliest of folk jams. Betta let Etta be your guide. Afterparty backup singer Amie Nelson (aka…

Bustin’ Caps

Sometimes a bad thing turns out good. Such was the case on Sunday, when my boyfriend and I attempted to see Pink Spiders, a band whose music we consider a guilty pleasure. An absence of Spider schwag inside the Record Bar concerned me. After paying $15 a piece, we learned that the band had dropped off the bill due to…

Bring On Be/Non

The Be/Non! the Be/Non!!! World, be kind to the Be/Non. Be/Non, be kind to yourselves. from left: Stotts, Huff, Rush, Cochran, Ruth What am I talking about? Well, Be/Non. Brodie Rush’s band — that scrawny funny hipster weirdo who hosts karaoke at the Brick on Mondays. He’s had the band, in some form or other, since 1995. But with an…

Supernaut in Janis Musical

The Supernauts’ Tim Braun has a side gig with Love, Janis. Tim Braun the Supernaut strums second guitar in the Kansas City Repertory Theatre’s production of Love, Janis, now playing at the new Copaken Stage at 13th and Walnut. The show splits the role of Joplin between a husky-voiced singer and another, speaking-parts-only actress, both of whom aren’t from here….

Coldest Freaking Weekend EVER!

What to do this groundhog weekend? Stay home! Put your feet in hot water, wrap in a blanket, watch the frost accumulate on your TV screen and/or spouse! Be amazed by The Marvelous Crooning Child. Submit a mix to the Pitch Ultra Music Awesome Fuckin’ Oh-My-God-That-Beat-Rocks-My-Nuts! DJ Contest Or go to show. Here are some — but by no means…

They Bang

Last week, we broke the news that Little Hits has started a label, its first release being the Shebangs’ single “Maybe Yes, Maybe No” on crisp, 7″ vinyl. Tonight at the Jackpot, the Shebangs have their 45-release party, with openers The Time Flies. To accommodate sports fans, the show will begin after the KU vs. Texas A&M game. Stomp those…

Half-Corked

It’s not unusual for diners at Café Trio (3535 Broadway) to show up in sparkly gowns and expensive suits, what musician Teri Wilder refers to as “fancy nightwear.” She supposes they’re on their way to or from the theater (not the AMC). But the Café’s not too uppity to serve those of us to whom khakis and a sweater constitute…

Kansas City in the Super Bowl

The Chiefs may have done their best Trent Green impression in the playoffs by getting knocked out in the first round, but Kansas City was still surprisingly well-represented in Super Bowl XLI — by business interests. Overland Park-based Sprint and Olathe-based Garmin ponied up an estimated $2.6 million each for 30-second commercials. Watch and judge for yourself if they were…

Late Night Goes Dark

For weeks, rumors have swirled about the future of Late Night Theatre, Kansas City’s decade-old home for plays and parodies such as Valley of the Dolls and Rockula: The Hair Band Vampire Musical. The stars could be found nowhere else: hard-abbed guys done up in vintage ladies underthings. Now, with the “For Lease” sign suddenly up in the tiny storefront…