The Kitchen Syncopaters breezed back through town, and once again pleasured our ears with New Orleans vibrations.

Unfortunately, they cut short their stay because
they couldn't sell their CD's on the mall and without CD revenue, it wasn't cost-effective for them to stay. Legally, it is possible to receive money for CD's, but only if carefully phrased as 'suggested donations' for the CD, and if someone wanted one for free, they would legally have to give them one. No doubt a certain someone would take advantage of that and get 10 of his ilk to ask for free CD's, just to make a point.

Last time they were here, the Kitchen Syncopaters mentioned that we had some of the nicest police they had encountered, and weren't bothered by our sidewalk use restrictions. I didn't get a chance to ask them how they feel now.
Seems to me that they are exactly the kind of group that makes everyone enjoy downtown more.
Let's do what we can to keep groups like this coming here and staying longer. I can't imagine that a few CD sales on the sidewalk would negatively impact business, even businesses that sell CD's, people hearing good music, probably would be reminded how enjoyable it is and buy even more recordings.
I looked into our current ordinances on the city website and found a hopeful possibility. Perhaps we could have an expedited special permit process so that a permit could easily be obtained through the hosts office, or in some other easily accessible way. Then perhaps the police when giving warnings could inform newcomers who sold CDs about that process. After a couple careful conversations and investigation, I seemed to be getting somewhere, but then, out-of-the-blue the door slams shut and lips seal off. Yup, you guessed it, our favorite gadfly demolished this fragile, newborn construction before it even had a chance. How did he know? Are we psychically linked er what?
Anyways, it was great to see the Kitchen Syncopaters back in town, COME AGAIN!

From our illegally purchased CD of theirs
called "Tijuana Zebra":

"We spent our nights like pennies, many times thinking, drinking, and too much about it. Dreaming of something else perhaps. It was hot, and the whole town smelled like fried chicken, or a face you can't remember, walking through the circus as a child. It sounds between thoughts, and looks like something you've never seen a million times over, in the spirit of the Tijuana man who paints his mule, so you can take your picture with a zebra."

booking/contact: chickensville (at) hotmail.com

Welcome Back:
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Busking Diplomacy:
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Our very own Bob Lowery:
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The Kitchen Syncopaters CD cover:
(illegally purchased on the sidewalk)
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