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Never Alone in the Grateful Dead Community

Posted in Music with tags , , , on June 15, 2014 by David McInerny

IMG_3911Driving home from work on Friday, I was listening to the local blues station. Before a break the DJ announced that a few tickets remained for Saturday’s Bob Weir concert in KC. How I missed that is a mystery, but I walked in the house and prepared to buy tickets. The Missus, still jet-lagging from a European trip, declined to go, so I bought one ticket. All that remained were nosebleeds, but I considered myself lucky.

I went to my very first Dead show with David and Darcy, and somehow we accidentally met at the front door of the theater, exchanging hugs over our good fortune to have an impromptu evening together with good music. They had driven into town from Nebraska and were staying at a hotel around the corner. Inside we immediately ran into Stacey, a local friend who was with a group of friends. Surrounded by Grateful love, we settled in for the first set.

Bob Weir was rhythm guitarist, songwriter and co-vocalist for the Grateful Dead. His current band Rat Dog takes the Dead canon into jazzier, more sensual spaces, and Bird Song, Dark Star, and Eyes of the World were highlights of the evening. Our group twirled, sang, sent pics to Sugar Magnolia, and caught up on old times. And we made a plan to meet at the next Widespread Panic show! When I got home, the Missus apologized that I had to go to the show alone. She was shocked at how alone I wasn’t!

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Kansas City – World War I Museum

Posted in Books, Food, Travel with tags , , , , , , , , on January 27, 2013 by David McInerny

all_quiet_on_the_western_frontWhile I’m not a student of the two world wars, that is not the case with the remainder of my book club. So it was no surprise that our last book assignment was All Quiet on the Western Front, by Erich Maria Remarque. I was rather keen to tuck the book under my belt, actually, as I had never read it, although my children had all read it in high school. Also, it’s good to attack the classics whenever possible and, after all, the front cover of the book assured me that it is “the greatest war book of all time.”

Mike N., a recent addition to our club, had a marvelous idea when he chose the book. He suggested that after we had finished the novel, we would all meet at the National World War I Museum in Kansas City (another first for me), and after a tour we would have our book discussion at the finest Austrian-German restaurant in town, The Grunauer. No arm twisting was needed.

All Quiet on the Western Front is a gripping, fast read – a no-holds-barred look at the literal trenches of modern warfare as it was tossed upon the unsuspecting rural youths of early twentieth century Germany. In it, high school classmates are urged to join the war with promises of honor in battle and adulation at home. What they encounter instead is years in wet, vermin infected trenches, with no hope of glory and little chance of survival. They fight, because not to fight is to perish, yet convinced that even if they are still alive at the armistice, both they and the world will be unrecognizable and potentially irreconcilable. The story of the fighting unit is fast paced, and even the frequent pages of ruminating by Paul Baumer, the soldier-narrator, do not detract from the fascination of the tale. It holds a well-earned spot on the shelves of classic fiction.

The WWI Museum is located just south of downtown Kansas City proper, and it is worth a few hours if you are in town for a ball game or barbecue. It is constructed in a circular fashion, which one enters after an excellent and essential ten-minute introductory film if, like me, you are fairly oblivious to the why’s and where’s of the “war to end all wars.”  A chronology is depicted graphically on the inner part of the circular hall, while the outer wall has displays of small arms, actual mortars and cannon, the numerous technologies of modern warfare, the types of trenches used during battle by the European countries, and several excellent short films that tie together the various war theaters across the globe.

The Grunauer was an excellent choice to get off our feet and enjoy some hearty German fare as we discussed the museum and the book. The Grunauer has an impressive choice of German and Austrian bars on tap, and is known for its array of both brats and schnitzels. Just a few minutes from the museum, its an easy and welcome add-on to a day of European history. They also offer an authentic German coffee service, featuring delicious Melitta coffee. As one who has spent a fair amount of time in German bierhalle, the Grunauer is genuine as your going to find in mid-America.

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How to see a Rock and Roll Hall of Fame Artist for $10

Posted in Family, Music with tags , , , , on September 3, 2012 by David McInerny

This marks the ten-year anniversary of Kansas City’s Irish Fest, and the town has worked hard to make this weekend’s event the biggest ever. Still, I was surprised but excited when my wife said that the Red Hot Chili Peppers would be appearing. Having just been inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, and Fest tickets costing only $10, the city would be shelling out a good chunk of change to bring the band in for a concert. After a look at the event schedule in the paper, my wife asked the kids and me if we wanted to go. Well, yeah!

My youngest brought his girlfriend, and five of us piled into the car and headed downtown. It was going to be hot at the outdoor main stage, but it was a summer festival, so we were ready for it in our Irish green and Notre Dame gear, just to remind the locals here of the Fightin’ Irish and their big win over Navy the day before. The line for parking was long, so I dropped everyone off at the edge of downtown where streets had been closed for the Fest, and I drove the four blocks to the event lot and ditched the car. I walked back quickly, thinking I was just going to make it just as The Peppers would hit the stage. As I got close, I heard bagpipes and slowed down, feeling good the penultimate act was still on stage, and looked around for my crew. After a few texts, I saw them on the edge of the crowd, and wormed my way toward them.

They gave me a weird look as I joined them, and then burst out laughing. My youngest handed me the festival brochure they had picked up at the turnstiles, and pointed at the 2pm act. The Red Hot Chili PIPERS. Bullocks! We listened for a few moments in stunned silence, but when the six lads in kilts broke into a bagpipe-infused U2 number, we gave it up in search of corned beef and Guinness. What were Scottish dudes doing at an Irish Fest anyway?!

Band of Horses

Posted in Music with tags , , , on August 6, 2012 by David McInerny

Music is memory. How many of your favorite songs bring back a specific event, most often what you were doing when you first heard it? I will never hear Supertramp’s Logical Song without thinking about it pouring from countless AM radios tuned to WSL at Tower Hill on Lake Michigan. Or the Grateful Dead’s Help/Slip/Franklin without a memory of my Alumni Hall dorm room at Notre Dame, thinking that this is a good band!

Band of Horses is Austin, Tx. It’s a music town, and the band’s country pop fits right into that Tejas college town groove. Jangly songs filled with busted and rekindled love, dry throats and moist eyes.

Laredo is the second song tonight. The recollections rush in unbridled. Sawdust on the floor at an Austin bar. Pabst Blue Ribbon. Was that already a year ago?

Music is memory.

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