Thursday, May 27, 2010
Monday, May 24, 2010
Joy and Pain
My first impression of the Troost Avenue Festival wasn't good. It initially struck me as a sad little affair. The longer I stuck around, however, the more I began to appreciate the one-day event. I laughed out loud when organizers literally pulled the plug on an appearance by a crew representing Ain't No Love Entertainment. They'd been peppering their sad sack raps with the "n" and "f" words. I laughed even harder as only two people clapped when Kansas City, Missouri, school board member Airick West was introduced. (I was one of his two fans.) And genuinely good times kicked in when kids affiliated with nearby Operation Breakthrough danced as an R&B band played War's "Slippin' Into Darkness" and Maze's "Joy and Pain."
Friday, May 21, 2010
In Which I Admit My Frailty
Killing animals with guns never bothered me. I shot plenty of game when I was a kid. The trappings of hunting trips, however, made me flinch. The drinking and smoking didn't faze me, but I found listening to older men joking about women deeply disturbing. Even before I was ten years old I knew I'd always prefer the private affections of a girl to the rowdy kinship of a group of guys.
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Both Sides Now
Friday, May 14, 2010
Monday, May 10, 2010
My little town recently implemented a new trash policy. I am not pleased. The need to set limits on quantities is understandable, but making paper bags mandatory for "yard waste" is not working out for me. The flimsy containers cost fifty cents each. And mine just dissolved in today's rain. Lesser citizens might reasonably consider dumping their waste on the front steps of city hall.
Wednesday, May 05, 2010
A Swinging Place For Swinging People
I don't believe I've ever posted a non-original image at Happy In Bag. When my friend Rick sent me this treasure earlier today, however, I knew I had to break form. As I once noted at Plastic Sax, my Kansas City jazz blog, Milton's was the first adult bar to serve me. (The near-beer joints in Kansas don't really count.) I was sixteen when I first slouched into the jazz tavern. It provided me with quite an education. Fellow jazz blogger KCJazzLark recently remembered the legendary Milton Morris.
Tuesday, May 04, 2010
I Hear a Symphony
I'm beginning to regret mocking a model of the Kauffman Center For the Performing Arts a couple years ago. The future home of the Kansas City Symphony quickens my pulse each time I spot it. This view from Kansas reveals how the structure has already altered the city's skyline. Here's a webcam of the construction site.