It's official the Nerman Museum of Contemporary Art at Johnson County Community College not only has the best contemporary art in town, but a decent selection of food at there openings. Unlike the Kemper, this food was out for all to take, and with plenty of sodas, water, wine and beer. The theme of the food was "New Mexico" with inspired cuisine that tries to evoke the them of the current exhibition "Unfolding Tradition: Rio Grande Textiles. My favorite where the hot poppers, followed by some southwestern tortilla chips dipped in guacamole to cool off my taste buds. After dropping one plate I realized that they don't have trash cans in Overland Park. Magical Asian women in bow-ties and white shirts appear to clean up the mess. Who knew?
It wasn't that long of a drive out to Kansas to visit the Museum, and it was nice being one of the few people under thirty. Eyeing this fact I wanted to whore myself out to some Overland Park art collectors but decided not to. The textile show was better then I thought it was going to be with some truly unique pieces.
If you get a chance make sure you hit up the next Nerman Museum opening.
Check it out. Chocolate that looks like rocks. It's both decoration and edible!!!
You can't even tell the difference between a chocolate rock and a real one!
Braving the border of Indiana and Kentucky, me and my friend Joe headed to Terrastock 7. The first night was filled with the die-hards of the Phycodelic music festival. By die hards I mean men in there late twenties to mid-forties who would be classified as music dorks. I feel safe in saying this because I to am a music dork. The women in the venue could be counted on one hand, while most of them seemed to be with the bands. Friday afternoon was nice eating my bagel to the beautifully vicious sounds of Sharon Krauss, which also lead to swooning over the cute girls in Black Forest/Black Sea.
Saturday brought out the hipsters in bright neon colors, and skinny jeans, with matching urban outfittered out girlfriends. But the music was awesome, from Tara Jane Oneil, to the incredible set by Bardo Pond. Sunday was the last day and felt like Thursday again with the majority of the crowd being diehards and band members. The best set of the day came from my hometown Virginia region Pelt, followed by Jack Rose and The Black Twigs. Makoto Kawbata ended the festival with the wailing of his classical/nosie music of solo guitar, which briefly slipped into a meta-narrative on the guitar riff from his band Acid Mothers Temple. All in all it was a great musical experience that I want get to see again for two years, but will be well worth a long car ride through the MidWest.
About a week or so ago I did another missed Connection at Barnes & Noble. This time I had girls I know (thanks Brittany and Sharese) hand write the notes on stationary which I then slipped into books that looked interesting, popular, or funny.