The Dead Shoes ― indubitably indie, No.08

Eric Hudson – Guitar
Seth Bowles – Drums
Genre: INdie-dy doo

Charles Plymell, one of America's greatest poets, was involved with a loose gang of experimental writers and outsider artists centered around Wichita, Kansas, in post-war 1950's America.

Plymell once revealed, "That was the advantage of nightlife in Wichita, Kansas. In Hollywood or New York, time would be in demand. Here it was spent for the good of it, not for the duty of it."

But, even if you were there, you weren't this "There".
Real reality. No rehearsals. Uncut. Unedited.
A blind date with a band.

The Live. The Explosiveness. The INtensity.

Like a graphic novel, or super heroes comic book that comes to life.

A "Painting" of a performance.
In a Museum of Music.
And, you have a front row seat.

The iconic sound of Wichitawe is here on public display.

It doesn't get any better elsewhere.

Not a "Wet Parka Contest", eh Jimmy Kimmel?
It's called Culture, Johnny Depp.

The good stuff. WICHITA Live.

"Opportunists and arts systems and organizations invaded all federal, state and local programs to the extent it bred more like a pyramid scheme... They changed the cultural landscape forever just like everything else in this country. They are they same ones who... are comfortable in their ignorance and greed that brought down culture and a country," Charles Plymell revealed.

This effort is an antithesis.

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