(1031 Massachusetts, 785-841-1960). Relax on Mass with $2.25 micro pints, $2.25 domestic bottles and $4 1-liter domestic drafts. Tuesdays, 2008 Tags: Night & Day
(615 Massachusetts, 785-842-6560). At the north end of Mass, hot waitresses serve up $2 big draws of Fat Tire, 1554 and Boulevard Pale Ale, and $3 Patrón shots. Tuesdays, 2008 Tags: Night & Day
(507 West 14th Street, 785-841-0488). Drink $2.25 domestic cans and $4 double Captain Morgan cocktails while posting up with the frat boys and scholarship-hall kids at this former Roy Williams and Larry Brown lunch favorite. Tuesdays, 2008 Tags: Captain Morgan Rum Co., Larry Brown, Night & Day, Roy Williams
Menus are snapshots of how people eat and entertain themselves. Apparently, what tastes good changes with the times. Through the Kansas City Museum’s Community Curator program, Pitch food critic Charles Ferruzza has studied menus from the 1920s through 1968 from old Union Station eateries the Harvey House and the Westport Room. “The prices, of course, are mind-boggling,” Ferruzza says. Imagine…
The 2008 Tour of Gymnastics Superstars includes agile performers who can flip and leap through the air and balance their bodies with one limb, on one bar, high above the ground. Names such as Nastia Liukin, Shawn Jones and Paul and Morgan Hamm (twin brothers from Ohio) should ring a bell for gymastics enthusiasts. So should Shannon Miller. The Olympic…
Chip Kidd is as close to being a household name as most graphic artists ever get. Even if you haven’t heard of him, you’d likely recognize his work from trips through any bookstore. To authors and the marketing appendages of publishing companies, he’s a superstar, capturing the essence of books with daring, unexpected cover designs as head book designer at…
Eddie Constantine portrayed French secret agent Lemmy Caution at least a dozen times, never more memorably than in Alphaville. Jean-Luc Godard’s 1965 movie deconstructs film noir conventions by having our trench-coated hero infiltrate a sci-fi dystopia ruled by the supercomputer Alpha 60. Filming on the cheap, Godard evokes his bleak futurescape without a single special effect (except for the lovely…
While other cities get Urban Death or the splatter-rama Evil Dead musical, this town has too often turned to played-out bullshit like The Rocky Horror Show for its risqué Halloween fun. We can make up for it at 9 tonight, just two weeks too late, when Repo! The Genetic Opera makes its sordid way to the Glenwood Arts (9575 Metcalf…
Titled Lie to Me when it was shot here last year, the first feature by KC native John Stewart Muller (co-written with Laura Boersma) starts as a shallow game of musical beds and winds up an inept morality play. It punishes the audience more than it does the craven hotties snarled in one couple’s doomed open relationship. Ex-Superman Brandon Routh,…
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After (and, some would argue, during) its 1978-81 heyday, Kansas City’s Titan Records wasn’t heard of much outside record-collector guides, but this sterling compilation makes a case for local music fans to stop and listen to some of the best guitar pop that will come out of the Midwest this year — even if some of it is 30 years…
If you’ve ever happened upon a Noise FM show, you know that these three dudes can bring it. In a town (Lawrence) known more for its eccentric indie-rock acts, the Noise FM is practically an anomaly: a polished modern-rock trio that values big riffs and big hooks, without sacrificing creativity. The Noise FM injects its songs with angular riffs from…
Aside from the occasional Yiddish-spewing gangster, Anglo-Jewish life has evolved largely off the radar of British national cinema. That’s changing in the new England. While we wait for Mike Leigh to get off his duff and show us how he grew up, Paul Weiland’s genially autobiographical comedy of 1960s suburban Jewish manners will do nicely. Bernie (a very good Gregg…
Back about the time that Radiohead released The Bends, it was difficult to find a more universally revered British band. But like its archnemesis, Oasis, Radiohead has retained only its most devoted fans on the heels of less commercially accessible releases. In its place in the mainstream: Coldplay, an affable bunch of chaps who — try as they might —…
Too often, the loop pedal is a gimmick that compensates for shortchanging songwriting — not so with El Ten Eleven. The Los Angeles duo of bass player Kristian Dunn and drummer Tim Fogarty uses loop pedals in a mellifluous way that recalls Andrew Bird’s sample-based, one-man orchestra. The group’s instrumental post-rock occasionally brings to mind Tortoise or the Album Leaf…
Those of us who adored Casino Royale, the 2006 reboot of the haggard, self-parodic James Bond franchise, had some trouble trying to decide where to place it among the series’ finest. Was it better than Goldfinger? Probably not, but close. The Spy Who Loved Me? Maybe so. From Russia With Love? Nope — missed it by that much, to quote…
The Gaslight Anthem is a band caught just between the lonely troubadour ache and the we’re-all-in-this-together ethos of every gutter punk. Hailing from New Brunswick, New Jersey (located just between New York City and Philadelphia), the quartet manages to mix parts of Philly’s soul and the Big Apple’s streetwise sensibility on its sophomore album, The ’59 Sound (Side One Dummy…
A month after playing a series of free shows in Wichita, native Kansan Freedy Johnston heads east to the Jackpot. As he did for those October homecoming gigs, Johnston will share the microphone with Split Lip Rayfield’s Wayne Gottstine. (Another Rayfield alum, Eric Mardis, doubles up with Paw grad Grant Fitch to open the night.) In the 14 years since…
Brian Hicks is no rocker, but he sure looks like one. He’s got the skinny jeans and the dramatic haircut — dyed black strands that fall past his blue eyes; it’s shorter and messy on purpose in the back. The leather jacket he wears to meet me at McCoy’s for Sunday brunch has subtle skull-and-crossbones designs on its silver buttons….
For a Missouri rapper, it takes moxie to include Columbia — that bare-knuckled town of pickup trucks and sanguine necks between Kansas City and St. Louis — in the title of your album. But, like any MC worth his mic, Steddy P. values authenticity above all. Hence, his new release, Dear Columbia … P.S., which reps a city that’s a…
The first impression that Black Tie Dynasty makes is professionalism — the sort of confidence and cockiness that the Killers and the Bravery exhibit. The Fort Worth, Texas, group’s sound is equally enamored of mascara-pushing ’80s acts like Depeche Mode and Bauhaus, with punchy bass lines reminiscent of Bloc Party and a singer whose all-business demeanor is only partially impaired…
Cynics make the worst romantics. They should know better, and they know they should know better. Forced underground by heartbreak, a cynic’s romantic nature can flourish into a private dementia. You can take my weary word for it or you can take Wong Kar Wai’s. His Ashes of Time Redux sets up the paradox that he has returned to throughout…
The most surprising thing about Charlie Parr is that he makes people dance. He does it sitting down. He rarely raises his eyes above the floor. The 42-year-old Minnesotan’s face is shadowed by a woolly beard, oval glasses and a brimmed hat. The self-described “confused and shy individual” hunches over three instruments, which he alternates throughout the night: a National…
The story, if I heard it right, was that a gentleman walked into an Indian restaurant in Johnson County and offered to buy it. The restaurant’s owner didn’t believe the offer or was insulted by it or just wasn’t interested in selling — no one telling the story has agreed on that point. By all accounts, though, the owner didn’t…
