You take a sip from a small glass and look at the television set in the corner of the bar.
It is small and black, one of those models that used to be in everybody’s living room in 1994, and it shows you Eric Hosmer’s nearly flawless swing.
Across the room, past the rough wooden floor, a 20-something musician stands at a microphone and says: This is a song about “Saturn.”
You take another sip, and stretch your legs out, feeling your hamstrings extend like an according. It is just past 11 p.m., a Monday night in Kansas City, and the music is just beginning. Continue reading
The Brew House 