L5, Lantern, and Living Ghost, last night at the Replay

Let the good people know that in Lawrence, upon some dead fall night, a man named Dan Davis rose from the corner stage of the Replay to become Living Ghost — a guitar-slinging beat boogieman with a mic that hurls echoes to the depths of hell and back. Curiosity drove me to downtown Lawrence. I wanted to finally witness the sonic crossover to supernatural. I paid the three dollars, entered through the back, and pulled open the patio door. Living Ghost was hot on the other side — where, out of an opened brief case, a four-track played a set of scraped, ragged beats, and Davis rapped in slow motion, looking deeper in our eyes after each song.

And where were you? In the basement scratching your crotch as St. Louis limped across home again? The Replay TVs flickered — from here, the soundtrack to the World Series was a backdraft of hot noise kindled by those who prefer punk as their pastime. Wichitans represented, Philadelphians cavorted, and undead Lawrencians arrived from a too-quiet Mass Street.