700 East 3rd Street
Kansas City, MO 64106
Jackson County
Phone: (816) 421-4742
Fax: unknownWebsite: no website on fileEmail: no email on fileHours: unknown
by Princeton A. on Exchange as a super club is OK, nothing special though. For such a big club, I guess the interior is fine, nothing special there. They have had some problems but they are running more smoother now. Spring Street is a weired location though. Saturdays is an Asian night but Its not an Asian club. Friday crowd is a house,music night with a diverse crowd. If you don't like House music, avoid Fridays and if you don't like Asians, avoid Saturdays. Fridays normally have big name house DJs and If you can look past the crazy line and the crowd, it is a good nightclub atmosphere. I don't know what to make of the future of this club but I think it will last for quite a while if they can continue to attract the electronic music lovers, the rave crowd and locals. If they try to go Hollywood or compete with Hollywood, it will fail. My advise will be to focus on concerts with big name attractions and big name DJs. They should recruit the team behind Giant. New clubs opens in Hollywood all the time. To find the best option for you, just message me on rateclubs or check out my website. eVita Parties provides Hollywood Guest List to Hollywood Clubs & Los Angeles Events.
by Trang N. on Oh man ... It's an Asian Invasian!!!! I've never seen so many of my own kind in a social scene like this. Came here with my Turkish & Asian girlfriends. You know how people have a difficult time telling Asians apart, well try telling us apart in the dark. I lost my girlfriend and kept mistaking all these other girls for her. In this club the girls horde by the bar (I think it's a sign to tell guys to buy them drinks.) The guys of course stand between the entrance way of the bar and outdoor patio on ground floor. Why? Well them being the smart ones in this non-air condition sauna like club determine that holding their grounds to the only spot that has a fan blowing down on them is more important than picking up girls. Eventually at some point the upstairs night club opens up for you to go and get your groove on. With some twinkle lights here and there, mini couches here, people try to dance in the 95 degrees atmosphere, you ponder to think why you came here. Here's why you come here: 1) You are a group of 4 guys or more with no girls in the mix 2) You're Asian 3) In general if you have a tough time in getting into any clubs (ahem Manny) then you will have no issues here. 4) You enjoy sweating and being uncomfortably hot
by Ellyn Rylander on I've heard so many great things about this place that all I really needed was an excuse to show up. So when Todd Rundgren appeared on the calendar, I thought a bit of nostalgia in a place like this would be about as perfect a pairing as one could get. Reality is, I'm older than the majority of peeps on Rateclub, and TR music comprises a small, but significant part of my internal soundtrack. I had to miss him when he was in SF last year. I wasn't about to let that happen again. Some things are definitely worth the wait... Hey, I seriously thought about attending Jello Biafra's 50th Birthday ordeal w/the Melvins here last month. But in the end, common sense kicked in (or was it the tough sell vibe I encountered when suggesting it to St. Hubbins--could go either way, really). But for this particular intro, I believe I chose wisely. I guess if there was one mis-step on my part, it was the unanticipated viewing of what it would look like if my dad rocked out--the late 1970s/early '80s model. (Oh no. I feel a **flashback sequence** coming on...feel free to drop to the last paragraph if you're already annoyed with my personal history...) **And so there was this lovely day in the mid 1970s when I was in junior high and my dad, who was trying to be cool by having The Eagles in regular rotation on the living room stereo, decided he would like to hear the new 'Rumors' album by Fleetwood Mac that I had just brought home from the record store at the mall (Ugh! That bit of confession was painful just now). You see, this is a guy who was in high school when Chuck Berry, Little Richard, and Bill Haley and the Comets were popular. But I took the bait...the very idea that I could enjoy MY music in the living room instead of stuck up in my room with headphones was all too tempting. This would be good. And then Lindsey Buckinghams' 'Second Hand News' began to play: 'I know there's nothing to say Someone has taken my place When times go bad When times go rough Wont you lay me down in tall grass And let me do my stuff...' Dammit!! They weren't playing THIS track on my local album rock station. So all I can remember after this particular verse was wanting to be anywhere but in the living room with my dad, as this was likely the precise moment he began his mental shopping list of locks and bolts and such to keep me in a closet somewhere in the house until I was 30. But back East, most closets in those big houses had attic access. So unless he was willing to go up there and nail those babies shut, well, we won't think about that. Thankfully, he also really liked it when I got part-time jobs (ironically, to feed my music habit at that particular point in time), so I managed to escape incarceration altogether. But that was just too bloody close.** While I am all for joyful celebration, I REALLY didn't want to catch this guy in my peripheral vision who resembled my dad as I watched this young woman in Rundgren's band work the bass. It was that same wanna-crawl-under-a-rock or throw-myself-in-front-of-a-bus feeling I had in junior high. Precisely. Fortunately, the man in my life at this point in time does not feel compelled to lock me in a closet. Yet. If I hang with you guys long enough, he might. ; ) All in all, I like this venue. It's an ideal combination of intimate size, interesting variety of artists on the schedule, and SF. Bonus points for the convenient parking nearby and available cool air blowing down on us throughout the evening. Helped this old girl feel not-quite-ready for the glue factory. Oh yeah.
