Roger Clyne, with pointed boots and a mouth that hung seductively from a microphone, performed last week with the Peacemakers in Kansas City at the outdoor, industrial, adult Disneyland music venue that is Knuckleheads.
His voice dripped lyrics as a train visibly and intimately rumbled around the corner. At the venue, the neon sign was bright, the tin corrugated, the wood knotty, the beer cold.
I accompanied a few seasoned pros for my introduction to the band. Fortunately, the driver knew exactly where to stop on the return trip to Topeka. A WAFFLE HOUSE with three employees smoking on the curb as we pulled in at 1 am.
We sauntered up to the counter and sat on swivel stools, the only customers in the restaurant.
I ordered two waffles stacked for $4.04, with a side of bacon on top. The server magically unloaded peanut butter and chocolate chips to complement the waffles. The chips easily melted into the syrup.
I cleaned my plate (as you will unfortunately witness).
In honor of the man who bought DinnerBreakfast for us all, this is for you:
(It’s a series of waffle pictures with chosen lyrics relaying a story. The lyrics are from Roger Clyne and the Peacemakers songs performed that night)
I have no notion where I’m bound
Clouds tumble over themselves in the sky
Yeah the good guys and the bad guys they never work past noon
It’s givin’ my heart a little elbow room