A moment I’d long anticipated transpired last week when I took someone who recently turned 21 to the Green Lady Lounge for the first time. I knew he’d be impressed by the setting. Sure enough, the ornate decor, superb service and intimate atmosphere pleased him. The young man isn’t a jazz fan, but he shares my reverence for music. He was horrified when heedless patrons talked over the band. With only a slight tinge of sorrow, I explained that the customer-is-always-right dynamic and the absence of a cover charge has helped make the Green Lady Lounge the preeminent destination for jazz in Kansas City.
(Original image by Plastic Sax.)
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