HipHop
& HotWings
by Chris Milbourn
photos by Courtney Milbourn & Todd Comer
As a student by day for nine months of the year, or as
a part time employee granted an off day next Monday, you
must be looking for some kind of fun after your parents
drag you out to church or you mow the lawn. There's a place
downtown on 9th street that's calling your name. Welcome
to The Peanut, dubbed "Hip Hop and Hot Wings"
on Sunday nights.
The Pitch described this friendly establishment as one
of the only places in Kansas City with drink specials on
Sunday evenings. This is an all ages congregation with no
cover, folks. And to you suburban people, quit believing
that just because you live outside city limits you can't
enjoy a fresh breath of culture in the company of the scary
skyscrapers, and that you must confine yourself to Side
Pockets, or Patty O'Quigley's.
I went to The Peanut for the first time on the Sunday before
Memorial Day, and was taken aback by the sheer amount of
people mingling in this "hole in the wall" bar,
as my sister described it. The smell of hot sauce was permeating,
and the dishes being carried to various patrons looked delicious.
The deal of the day however, was their two dollar bottles,
so you know I had to get an import.
The music passing through the airwaves and the age demographic
of the occupancy instantly made me feel as though I was
in the midst of like-minded individuals. If you're into
any kind of local music, and hip hop in particular, you'll
no doubt run into many faces you've seen in crowds and on
stages elsewhere.
The
Cosigners (KC's version of The Roots), Dante Everglade and
AJ2 are the resident performers and DJ's on these Sunday
nights, but not limited to DJ Attaxic, Clandestine, DJ Flotilla,
Dan Matic and rising star Johnny Quest.
I went back seven days later, expecting the crowd to be
smaller after Memorial Day weekend, but was pleasantly surprised
to find the place was just as I'd left it.
A healthy amount of attractive people on both sides of
the gender line always make for quite adventuresome potential,
which is notoriously rare in the underground hip hop scene
as compared to say, the dance scene. When you finally arrive
at the address (418 West 9th Street) you may find yourself
idling in your vehicle while fire jugglers put on a show
in the middle of the street.
On Sunday, June 12 I treated my sister to The Peanut on
her birthday. We decided to each bring a camera, as she's
an accomplished photographer and I a journalist. In fact,
she provided the photo for this story. We both were a tad
nervous about bringing our cameras in and looking like dorks.
Little did we know that we were in for a rare treat, one
that many other people would capture on film just as we.
I couldn't have brought her on a better night. I'd heard
of a guy named Joc Max before, but didn't understand before
that night what he had done by producing songs for the likes
of Mos Def, Talib Kweli, De La Soul, Pharahoe Monch and
Common. And yes, he's straight out of the "City of
Fountains."
This guy went about his turntablism in a professional manner,
looking to the crowd only a handful of times, while the
rest of us sat with our jaws to the floor watching him do
things with records that most DJ's could only dream of.
Ninety-five percent of the records he played I couldn't
identify, or had never even heard before.
Joc held the attention of more than a few hovering around
the DJ booth for hours. As someone who's dreamt of DJ'ing
since '97, I honestly felt as though I was in school listening
to a lecture pour from the speakers.
One half of Kansas City's historic graffiti tag-team (no
pun intended) Gear & Scribe, was in attendance, painting
on a canvas. Gear and his partner have painted many of those
wacked-out walls in Westport and inside the El Torreon,
among many other buildings. Gear happily let me look through
his scrapbook of art.
The
Peanut is a curiously charming spot; many of those in attendance
on Sunday nights seem to be friends with each other, and
each time I go I find myself chopping it up with someone
new. There are a few tables and stools, but actually finding
vacant spaces like these to chill at is a task in itself.
Patrons outnumber the seating capacity by at least two to
one. This problem has been aided by the recent re-opening
of an upstairs floor, where the Cosigners typically play,
and freestyle sessions erupt on the spot.
I asked my sister in between sips of a neon-green colored
margarita "Isn't it great to be sitting in the front
row, but then see people through your peripheral vision
bobbing their heads along with you?" She just smiled
widely and nodded cheerfully. The Peanut reminds us this
summer that the weekend isn't over until you hit the snooze
button on your alarm Monday.