Monday, May 26, 2008

Where's My Black Dress?


















I had intended to dedicate an hour listening to authors at the Kansas City Literary Festival last weekend. Instead, the siren song of the Wild Women of Kansas City drew me to the courtyard outside the nearby Eddie Bauer store. I see this ensemble so frequently that their repertoire and most of Myra Taylor's gags should be old hat. Squeeze me into a black dress and I could easily sing along with the ladies. Yet for all that, the act has yet to become stale. I'll say it again- no act working today better represents Kansas City's musical legacy than the Wild Women of Kansas City.

(Original image by Plastic Sax.)

1 comment:

Lee said...

Why squeeze? Get yourself a nice black mumu. And don't forget to talc!