Black Rebel Motorcycle Club at The Truman
My hand has a stamp of Harry Truman's face on it. Such is my life after having attended a concert at one of the newer concert venues in Kansas City, The Truman. It's really a glorified warehouse, a big open concrete room with a bar in the front and a bar in the back and a stage that doesn't offer much line of sight unless you're standing in the front. Or, if like me and my concert pal, you find some bar stools and a cocktail table. From there, perched uncomfortably on metal stools, I could sort of make out the head and shoulders and the occasional peek of a drums and a guitar or two of the two bands we went to see Tuesday night: Night Beats, and Black Rebel Motorcycle Club. Really, we went for BRMC. As one might expect if you're at all familiar with the band. They're a rock/rockabilly kind of band complete with heavy drums and the intermittent use of a harmonica. I was somehow, through the musical browsing I often do, introduced to BRMC by their song "Bea...