Mar. 14th, 2020 04:11 pm
Davey's Uptown Burned Down
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dustinprewittIn the midst of this plague and working on the end of decades rambling, I feel the need to take a moment to write about this unfortunate event and what it means to me.
This morning I saw a news article post that Davey's Uptown Ramblers Club had a massive fire. Then once I saw the pictures and damage, it sunk in just how bad it was.
I havnt been there in too long, probably not since at least 2015. It was one of those places that one takes for granted, one believes will always just be there and always has been there. Or that Ive been away for too long, and couldnt get back as easily....
I first came to know of Davey's in the early 00s, while still in Wichita, from the yahoo email message groups, as THE goth place in Kansas City. Then when I had first traveled to Kansas City proper (as opposed to the suburbs) and drove around up and down main street in 2003 or so, I drove past it by chance and recognized it from neon sign in the window and the name. But it wasnt until summer of 2005 that I actually went in, and was one of, if not THE first places I went to after moving to Kansas City. It then became a weekly tradition going in every Monday for goth night, and of course for the occaisional special show or event. In 2007 I was promoted to DJing, which was such a grand thing at the time, giving a purpose and a niche. Davey's was where I met Lesa. Where I saw so many shows. Where I would observe the parking lot playhouse from the security cameras. Where I would see the occaisional hobo or out of place jock wander in. Where I would linger about after hours with the "in" crowd and the owner. It really was a place to belong and fit in.
Unfortantly as the decade turned, I drifted away. New jobs meant new hours and wasnt able to stay as late as I liked or on the days I liked. I wore out my mileage with the same group, or they wore their mileage out with me, Im still not sure which. A night off became a week off, a week off became a month off, a month off became a year off, etc. Attractive events became fewer and fewer. I became more reclusive unsure if I would still belong in the place. But I sorta just always assumed it would be there, allowing me to procrastinate further and further. Last time I went in was 2015, when Tilsk was visiting from Vienna, and wanted to show her what an *american* dive looked like, and had a good evening there.
They say that they plan to rebuild.... but it still wont be quite the same.
But with these current, highly uncertain times of evil, of pestilence, of ignorance, this is but yet another loss of stability. Of nostaglia. of security. Of something to look back on with fondness. Another unfair loss of something good. Another piece of history erased. It really does feel as if a living, breathing thing has been unfairly cut down. I suppose it wouldnt be as bad if it was bought out and gentrified- at least the building would still be there, and the owners could retire comfortably. But this, the destruction of it all, is just leaving me speachless.
Its just not fair. it really isnt.
This morning I saw a news article post that Davey's Uptown Ramblers Club had a massive fire. Then once I saw the pictures and damage, it sunk in just how bad it was.
I havnt been there in too long, probably not since at least 2015. It was one of those places that one takes for granted, one believes will always just be there and always has been there. Or that Ive been away for too long, and couldnt get back as easily....
I first came to know of Davey's in the early 00s, while still in Wichita, from the yahoo email message groups, as THE goth place in Kansas City. Then when I had first traveled to Kansas City proper (as opposed to the suburbs) and drove around up and down main street in 2003 or so, I drove past it by chance and recognized it from neon sign in the window and the name. But it wasnt until summer of 2005 that I actually went in, and was one of, if not THE first places I went to after moving to Kansas City. It then became a weekly tradition going in every Monday for goth night, and of course for the occaisional special show or event. In 2007 I was promoted to DJing, which was such a grand thing at the time, giving a purpose and a niche. Davey's was where I met Lesa. Where I saw so many shows. Where I would observe the parking lot playhouse from the security cameras. Where I would see the occaisional hobo or out of place jock wander in. Where I would linger about after hours with the "in" crowd and the owner. It really was a place to belong and fit in.
Unfortantly as the decade turned, I drifted away. New jobs meant new hours and wasnt able to stay as late as I liked or on the days I liked. I wore out my mileage with the same group, or they wore their mileage out with me, Im still not sure which. A night off became a week off, a week off became a month off, a month off became a year off, etc. Attractive events became fewer and fewer. I became more reclusive unsure if I would still belong in the place. But I sorta just always assumed it would be there, allowing me to procrastinate further and further. Last time I went in was 2015, when Tilsk was visiting from Vienna, and wanted to show her what an *american* dive looked like, and had a good evening there.
They say that they plan to rebuild.... but it still wont be quite the same.
But with these current, highly uncertain times of evil, of pestilence, of ignorance, this is but yet another loss of stability. Of nostaglia. of security. Of something to look back on with fondness. Another unfair loss of something good. Another piece of history erased. It really does feel as if a living, breathing thing has been unfairly cut down. I suppose it wouldnt be as bad if it was bought out and gentrified- at least the building would still be there, and the owners could retire comfortably. But this, the destruction of it all, is just leaving me speachless.
Its just not fair. it really isnt.