There are some clubs that radiate mojo. From the peeling paint to the cracks in the walls, Knuckleheads in Kansas City has that: a little biker, a little blues and a lot of soul. There is an understood respect for the musician’s life from the moment you load into the club with gestures of hospitality that cater to the direct needs of someone living in a van and sleeping on floors. Monday nights on the road can be a real game of roulette, but Kansas City came out in proud form for our showcase on July 25th.
It was my kind of night. The audience was attentive from the start. It was clear that they wanted to hear a story and be reborn on the dance floor. I’ve always felt like Monday night music seekers had that kind of curiosity. One of my favorite moments in the set is when we go into an instrumental number, and I have the honor of introducing the band one by one. The patrons of Knuckleheads shared in that delight with an uproar of enthusiasm as we grooved through roll call. From the intro to the final drum roll, it was clear that we had made some new friends in historic KC.
We can’t wait to return!