Wednesday, December 31, 2014

a daft nye tribute

Wanting to get out and dance a bit, we surveyed the local rags a few weeks prior to New Year's Eve to see if there was anything worth venturing out into the cold night for (and dodging drunk drivers).  Nothing really stood out, until we stumbled on an ad for Harrah's Voodoo Lounge in North Kansas City.  They were hosting the Daft Punk tribute band, One More Time, which looked promising.  Thinking it might quite a crowd, were ordered advance tickets, and later, realizing it would probably be standing room only, booked a table too; neither turned out to be necessary.

We arrived early and thought we might grab some quick food a the 810 Sports Zone Bar & Grill.  We probably could have left and gone some place else in the time it took us to get seated.  They were not really busy, but the hostess seemed a bit confused as to how to handle the massive influx of 5 people waiting to be seated in the half-empty restaurant; meanwhile, the person appearing to be a manager of sorts walked around playing with his device.  That was a bit annoying.  The service and food were good enough though, and after washing the food down with a few drinks, we headed over to Voodoo about 9 pm.

There were probably 100 people in the place, mostly huddled close to the bar.  We found our table, which was in the perfect spot, just behind the sound boards.  Settling in for a few more drinks before taking to the dance floor, we amused ourselves watching people drifting in; some already smashed, and some that probably needed to be. DJ Quick warmed up the floor with some popular dance favorites and maintained a good vibe, with no apparent train wrecks, and had quite a following.

Sometime around 10 or 11, One More Time took the stage, and immediately drove about 50 people out the door.  It was not that they were bad, but it was not quite what some expected, and quite a shift from the generic dance music that DJ Quick had been dishing out.  The intensity and volume of the opening tracks, and their lack of a defined and regular beat, was apparently too much.  It was quite a performance though, and a little patience on the parts of some would have yielded the results they were seeking.  They were good, but then it is hard not to be, when you are emulating one of the greatest EDM acts in sight and sound.  Hammering through track after track of Daft Punk's greatest hits, the dance floor population surged, ebbed and flowed to the sounds, flashing lights and video screens up to the stroke of midnight.

The usual midnight countdown occurred with a reasonably full house.  Most remained on the dance floor as the tribute band slammed through a lengthy rendition of the track by which they had taken their name.  JT Quick resumed his performance, after they completed their set, and seemed to draw more folks out of hiding and onto the floor.  Folks seemed to understand what they were supposed to do with his mixes.

The performance by One More Time was really fantastic, and definitely worth the trip; although, I am not quite sure that it was worth the price.  JT Quick played well, and seemed to be able to hold a dance floor pretty good.  The turnout overall was not quite as good as it could have been, and if I were Harrah's, I would be asking what happened and why.  It should be pretty obvious though.  This was not the type of music that folks were expecting.  You could say it was their own fault, but then half the crowd was probably there through default of being at the casino.  Very likely they were expecting a dance club experience, and not a audio-visual assault on the senses.

We had a lot of fun, and many others did too, but it was glaringly obvious that not much thought was given to this booking.  There was definitely no thought given to promoting the event, either; one radio station promoting an even of this sort, is simply not enough.  This was our first time back to Voodoo Lounge since Steve Porter played for a rather pathetic crowd, back in 2006.  Both were great acts to see, but in the wrong place at the wrong time.  Harrah's / Caesars' Entertainment need to work harder to draw folks to their venue for something more than just dropping coins in a slot machine.  As slick as Voodoo Lounge is, it could become the premier nightclub destination in Kansas City; all it takes is the right talent and a little effort.

Sunday, December 07, 2014


Talking around a bit on the message board, I quickly discovered a new weekly starting up at an old strip club down in the West Bottoms.  A couple of local groups were putting the night together, Stylus Friday, featuring "European & Domestic Trance/Techno" in the main room, and House Lounge in the back room; exactly what I was looking for.  Underground did exist in Kansas City!

Eventually, I talked with DJ FitzRoger, the host of the main room.  He thought the concept photo project I was looking to do was a fantastic idea, and welcomed me to come talk a bit more about in person, and take a few shots.

"The date that will live in infamy" arrived as any typical December 7 in Kansas City, and bombs were about to be dropped, in the form of 5 core years of covering nearly every underground music event in Kansas City, and a bunch beyond.  There was nothing particular special or unique about it.  Actually, thinking about to that, the streets did seem to be a bit more deserted than usual, but that may have had more to do with the location of this first event photographed, "Stylus Friday."

Club Evos was situated at the corner of S St James & Central Avenue, Kansas City, KS.  It lived on the fringe of what at that time was the bombed out, empty shell of the West Bottoms.  Once one of the greatest distribution hubs for cattle and the railroad industry.  In 2001, the area was still a distribution hub for a few companies, but like the boom of the early 1900s though.  To the west of the club, a few random residences, and the Kansas River; to the east of the club lay a graveyard of  short brownstones.  Most were used for warehouse space, or hosted Haunted Houses during October.  Long story short, for most, there was not a lot of reason to go to this part of town on Friday night, and I had my doubts as I pulled up to the club.

Parking and heading towards the door, I was mildly amused to see a couple of hookers come slinking out of the shadows.  Noticing that I was not really out shopping for the evening, they shrank back to whatever activities they had previously been engaged.  Visiting on other occasions, I found they were not the only wild life lurking about either.

The music was good though, and worth the adventure in to no-man's land.  FitzRoger and I talked about my project idea, the music, what he and others were doing, and all other things going on around town.  Walking about, looking for a few shots, I found the main room to be a bit sterile.  Sound echoed badly off of mirrored walls meant to reflect other desires.  It was a nice large area though.  Leather booths lined brick walls, and all was dark except the dance floor, where strobes flashed on a few random dancers.

The back room was where it was at the though.  Hosted by local record company, DeepFix Records, it promised you wouldn't "hear house like this anywhere else."  I had though, in Boston, New York, New Orleans, and Chicago; however, I had not heard it like this, by these DJs.  Like any other musician trying to make it in Kansas City, there is a special level of determination that seems to always make it in to their music.  This was no different.  They played with a simple and determined passion, bordering on obsession at times.  They were talented, and they were serious, creating art and moving people, with a swipe of their hand, and a flick of their wrist. The dancers were equally as serious, but also playful, about interpreting the beats dropped on them.

The same determination likely caused me to return for Stylus Friday a couple of times that December, snapping a few shots here and there.  I also encountered a similar event held at the same spot on Mondays.  Hosted by EchoBass, it was restricted to the front room.  The music was great.  The DJs playing this brought a different look and feel to House music in Kansas City.  It was a bit less serious, and a little more diverse, including some Latin and Progressive sounds in its mix.  With its cheap drinks and good dance music, Evos would be the place to be for underground sounds, and space to dance.

Just after Christmas, another fantastic discovery was made at a little Coffee Shop in the River Market on Delaware.  Hosted by DJs cQuence, flotilla, and sl8r, the Wednesday Perk at The Cup & Saucer quickly became the perfect mid-week spot to witness a more relaxed and experimental performance on the turntables; indeed, the place to be and the place to be seen. It was one of most successful weekly events devoted to turntablism in Kansas City, held in the type of hip and local atmosphere usually only found in places like New York or Chicago.  Loft neighbors from nearby, good friends and new friends, were always found at the Perk, and the weekly event would surpass the expectations of the organizers.

It was just a few days before Christmas that the real discovery was made though.  The flyer caught my attention immediately, having hear Rowland the Bastard on an internet broadcast.  I think it was Groove Radio.  There were not too many at the time; perhaps, only 10 or so good ones really.  Sher and I decided to make the journey to Lawrence and check out Christmas Massacre.  The date and time were perfect, and knowing a few of the locals listed, we had a general idea of what to expect musically.  It stopped there.

We arrived relatively early to catch some of locals we had seen at various times at Evos, and had great seats to the unfolding of a rave.  There really wasn't but about 20 or so folks there at first, but this did not deter the DJs at all.  Serving up the beats, the kids continued to come, almost in a constant flow of colorr, fluff, candy, and extra lighting, as needed.  There was to be a school girl costume contest of some sort, providing eye candy for all the college guys lucky enough to discover the right party in Lawrence that night.

It seemed like no time all and The Little White School House was bulging, and not just on the ground floor.  There was another room in the basement, dark and offering an intrigue all its own.  It was the place to go to just dance, and be left at peace to do so.  Early on, a tight group called Breakbotix really had folks dancing to their unique blend of digital musical alterations. There was a patio out back too, and some rickety old stairs, but no music.  There were a lot of friendly people there though, and it was good opportunity to talk to some folks about what I was doing.  Capturing the explosion of energy in that little spot was denied.  I only got a couple of hours of photos, which provided a little bit of the look and feel of the event, just before that transition into chaos.  We also left early on because of the chaos.  It was nearly impossible to move, upstairs or down, so did not catch any downward spiral that might have ensued by 5 am.  Although, I am not so sure there was one.  Later reports indicated that party went solid for the whole night.  It would have been good to see, but there would be other opportunities.

After these few events in December of 2001, the project started to become more clearly defined, and supported by everyone I talked to about it.  There was a special kind of music happening here, equally devoted fans, communal in their faith to the music.  I was going to capture this elusive subculture tribe on digital film, and prove once and for all that they were enjoying nothing different than the various musical cultures and subcultures of the past.

The journey turned out much more than that though.  Other events would be captured, some to their bitter end, broken up and disbanded; more often than not though, most ended with friends traveling together to the after-party, or home together to sleep away the next day, with dreams of beats and good times to come.  The rest of the story will be relayed over the coming months, maybe even year(s), as we continue to post an archive of photography surrounding this journey.  These are notes mostly; the story is much too big to tell in words only.

Wednesday, December 03, 2014

natural groove

Sometime after returning from New Orleans, I caught a story on a local news station on EDM in Kansas City.  In the typical media fashion, they were building up a new scape-goat, attempting to assert that EDM was the source of all things evil in the city.  Children too young to stand on their own were out dancing all night long, taking drugs, over-dosing, and doing it all over again, night after night.


I knew most of what they were inferring was not true, and was immediately incensed by the ridiculousness of it all.  I had seen the media do this too often in the past, and it fueld my desire to seek out and help to raise awareness that EDM was really no different than much of what had gone before.... kids having a good time, dancing until the break of dawn, for their love of music.  It was their release, and as usual (and as is even more typical now), the establishment was seeking to disrupt and destroy.

I started off traveling around a little to different clubs.  That went nowhere fast, but did discover what was probably one of the hottest HipHop clubs that Kansas City has ever witnessed, Club Life.  I caught a lot of great shows there; indeed, more names than I can remember.  I do recall hearing Tech N9ne somewhere along the way, and perhaps even Mac Lethal.  Memory escapes me though.  It was at one of these shows that the above flyer landed in my hand. It was a bit outside of the norm, so some friends and I tripped down after an evening at the club to have a look.

The event was on the Boulevard in a warehouse.  That was a good start.  Some kids were out front, at a folding table taking cash.  Lights flashed across the darkness of the room inside, beats pounded, and bodies moved in synchronicity.  We were definitely in the right place.

The kids at the door were a bit hesitant to talk, at first.  They probably thought we were cops.  They offered to let us come in and look around, but we really only dropped by to see if the music was right, and see what we could find out about related events.  We talked a bit with them, and peppered them with questions. They turned us on to a local Yahoo Group, KC-Nightlife, and everyone's favorite web site of the time, SyQuil; although, it was already in the process of deprecation.

The stage was set... the time was right.

Tuesday, October 07, 2014

pomplamoose firebird

We traveled out to St Louis this past Saturday for a rare and unique performance by the band Pomplamoose at The Firebird!  After having marveled at their videos, and interesting twists on various covers of some of our favorite tunes, I was surprised and excited to get tickets to the event for my birthday!

The only disappointing part of the entire show was the late start; even then, for us that was not quite so disappointing, since we arrived late, to a near sell out.  The line stretched out a half block, and everyone was pretty excited about the coming performance.

The venue was perfect too, perfectly located downtown, with reasonable drink prices and a friendly staff.  All that is good though, right?  So maybe there really was no disappointment, after all.

John Schroeder, their lead guitarist opened the show, with a bit of solo acoustic work.  One of the tunes a little too sleepy-time, and another seemed to stretch the range of his voice, but his playing throughout was fantastic.  He definitely has a lot of talent, and it is easy to see why the dynamic duo of Nataly Dawn & Jack Conte chose him to join in the fun of the tour.

Pomplamoose took the stage, immediately following John’s performance, opening with their Season Two theme song.  They followed up with a collection of their unique brand of originals and covers that had the whole room singing along most of the time.  During one of their last songs, Jack employed a little crowd participation, transferring his intensity to the crowd.  Coming down on the floor, and choosing folks at random, to choose other folks, to choose yet more folks, he soon had the whole place jumping around.

The video production that had helped launch their recent success was absent from the performance, but did not detract from it at all.  The golden sweetheart voice of Nataly Dawn was every bit as pure as in their recordings and videos, and Jack every bit the wild-man he always appears to be.  They are an intensely multi-talented, energetic band, and really seem to have a lot of fun making and sharing their music.

After the show, they held a little meet-n-greet / photo / autograph session, so we stuck around to be goofy fans for a minute.   We were just as impressed with these two off the stage.  They are real and genuine people that have an intense love for the music they produce and the people that follow their act.  We really appreciate them taking the time out for this sort of thing, and were glad to have the opportunity to meet them in person.

We definitely look forward to catching this act again; whether they make it to Kansas City or not.  Click the image above to look through the few photos from the night.  There is also a little video collage on the YouTube below, or more photos appear below.

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photos by todd & sherri

Saturday, September 13, 2014

kc & the sunshine band in kc

We heard that KC & the Sunshine Band would be playing a free show at the Kansas City Power & Light District and decided to head down. It had been quite a few years since we saw the band play; excepting on television, perhaps.  We got there pretty early and had dinner at Johnny's Tavern, so that we could get a good spot.  Turns out we could have probably just shoved our way through around 8 o'clock, rather than standing around for hours.

They finally took the stage around 9 o'clock and played for an hour or so, and put on a pretty good show.  A collage of videos are available through the YouTube below

Saturday, August 30, 2014

chicago jazz fest 2014

We stopped in on the Chicago Jazz Festival, while out on walkabout on Lakefront Trail, near Navy Pier.  It was good to relax in the shade of the surrounding buildings, after having been out on the Windy for a couple of hours.  We arrived before anyone was playing the main stage, and just sort of lounged on the lawn.   Within 30 minutes or so though, we were treated to the sweet sounds of the Ari Brown Quintet on Jay Pritzker Pavilion; a great way to spend the evening.  There are a couple of clips within the YouTube below, and the few photos are below that.

Saturday, April 26, 2014

springfest car show 2014

We stopped in on a festival going on in Heber Springs, and were stumble on a car show going on at the same time. Numerous hot rods were scattered around, but most of the fleet was comprised of various Volkswagon vehicles from days gone by.

Tuesday, March 04, 2014


The latest release of photos picks up where I left off in my last post.  We returned to Mardi Gras 2001, and were equally amazed at the controlled chaos New Orleans descended into.

We arrived early enough to catch a friend’s performance at Checkpoint on Lundi Gras, and met some interesting folks from Slovakia.  They had arrived looking for a place to stay, on their way west to get married in Las Vegas.

There is no such thing in the days leading up to Mardi Gras.  If you didn’t book it a year ago, you’re on the street.  They were not.  They were invited to stay with us, and we began a long friendship across the globe.  

Mardi Gras Day found us all over the French Quarter, later returning again to the street-stage of improvisational music in the Marigny, to dance the night away.  It was a fantastic day of photos that covered nearly every aspect of the Mardi Gras in and around the French Quarter.

Returning later in the year for an off-season visit, I discovered it was never really off-season.  The weekend I chose turned out to be that of Southern Decadence.  That could not be a better title for what was witnessed over that particular weekend.  Indeed, we were privileged enough to obtain a balcony view as events unfolded on the streets on the final night.

Chaos reigned again on Bourbon Street, in not too different a fashion than it had on Mardi Gras.  I did not take quite as many photos that day, being short on battery power and memory, and the film camera that I had with me was for other purposes.

The people, the atmosphere, the happenings all came together to form a story.  photo-documenting these events as they unfolded was a rare opportunity.  The large scale events were already being done a hundred times over though; their story was already being told.  I want to tell the story of a different world of events and it came to me through a steady pulse of bass, from down the street.

The last night of Southern Decadence, without a camera, my comrades and I stumbled into a dance club sometime around 2 am.  The DJ was spinning some soulful Deep House, and everyone was on their feet moving to music.  We were lost for hours there, and with the dawn, came a new light.

Friday, February 14, 2014

schtick a pole in it

For a complete change of pace, we dropped in on a show at Davey's Uptown, called Schtick a Pole in it.  A mix of comedy and pole dancing; who would have guessed those go to together.  It was a good time though, and the few photos taken withe phone camera are shown below.

Saturday, January 25, 2014

kc polar plunge 2014

We offered up our skin to the cold waters of Longview Lake to raise money for the Special Olympics; of course, I say we, but really mean part of our team did. I was not so brave, and remained wrapped in a blanket. There does not seem to be much sense in running through the water in January, but it was for a good cause. Those from the team that did participate had a really good time, and I did too, taking photographs from the relative warmth of the waters edge.

Wednesday, January 08, 2014

solaris 2014 birthday

We took some time head down to the Westport Flea Market and celebrate the birth of DJ Solaris, with old friends and new.  The highlight of the evening was Matt and Tim serenading us with their own personal karaoke rendition of "Eye of the Tiger."