Dropkick Murphys in KC Way Better Than Ninja Turtles
Joel Reichenberger, sports editor of The De Soto Explorer, has a piece today on a rare attendance at a gig for him, the Dropkick Murphys appearance at the Beaumont Club in Kansas City’s Westport a couple of weeks back.
They sing about some stuff I easily grasp — partying with friends, meeting women in bars and watching sports — and some stuff I don’t — life in the factory, living in the inner city and being a blue-collar worker. And they do it all with easy-to-love music, invigorating rhythms and sing-a-long lyrics that make it hard not to join in the shouting.
Ultimately the opinion piece is making the point that you don’t need to be a full-on fanatic with accompanying paraphernalia to enjoy something, or in high school sporting terms, that you don’t need 365 days of devotion to love your sport.
It wasn’t our crowd. It looked like a group of people I’d typically fear might beat me with a chain, the kind whom you wonder where on earth they could possibly work other than a tattoo parlor.
Of course we stayed, and the concert was awesome — way better than those turtles and even better than the still-embarrassed-to-admit-I-went Red White and Boom featuring Enrique Iglesias. We jumped around and pushed to the front, and at the end, they let everyone up front on the stage for the last couple songs.
See Other Stuff, Arguably Related:
• Matt Hensley quits Flogging Molly
• Video of The Dropkick Murphys and Scorsese’s The Departed
• Flogging Molly in Missouri: A Report
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