Kansas City cheerleaders and other media outlets advised us that there was an open house today at the Kauffman Center For The Performing Arts. Given that most of this year has been dedicated to hype and endless public kowtowing to some white lady and her money who owns the place . . . I decided to check it out and see the anchor for the gentrification that hopes to move TKC away from the loop.
Here are just a few photos from the experience that I thought I would slap on this page for the afternoon . . .
Witness the escalator . . . Maybe the most wonderfully designed experience for Kansas City's lazy cultured class in the metro area. Never before has there been an escalator this grand.
Because I had a $1.35 chorizo burrito for lunch . . . I had to use the magnificently designed KPAC bathrooms.
What an experience . . . Little known fact: KPAC has pretty great acoustics in their toilets too. As I reached for high notes and pushed forth brilliant sounds, I could tell that a gathering crowd at the place was impressed with my range.
And then . . .
The urinals @ KPAC are also MAGNIFICENTLY DESIGNED . . . Using this receptacle for TKC pee-pee was really a pleasurable exercise in understated style and elegance.
I was so excited that I don't remember if I washed my hands on my way to the gift shop!!! Still, there were lots of goodies there that I browsed and handled until I finally decided that I didn't need a $9 pen.
Finally, I took a peek at the performance venues.
Nice. But they really might as well be on the moon given that TKC is much too busy watching the MacGruber DVD a kindly soul threw my way for X-mas and I don't plan on taking in any high culture that doesn't live up to the kind of high standards I have for sketch comedy.
The place didn't feel lifeless and cold whatsoever and I really admired the prominent positioning of every big money name in Kansas City. It made me feel really important because I'm allowed to walk in the place that they have bestowed upon Kansas City during the off-hours when they're not using it. Pshaw on the upcoming American class war!!!
There was a lot of information on the stages and acoustics that was over my head given that most ballet, opera and other high culture entertainment merely reinforces my belief that it takes a great deal of effort to completely bore me.
Folks admired a huge organ on display. I thought it was just average.
And basically that was the TKC afternoon @ KPAC in between illegally parking and stepping over a half-dead hobo who seemed to be either freezing to death or shaking with anticipation of the upcoming Downtown Kansas City Renaissance that has been promised but never fully realized for more than a decade.
Developing . . .