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In this intimate house of sound, the fans and the musicians were separated by only a few feet, and the nights always were redolent with the scent of cannabis.
This legendary KC destination, of course, was the Cowtown Ballroom, which for three years in the early ’70s was where the local counterculture communed with its musical ambassadors.
The new documentary “Cowtown Ballroom … Sweet Jesus” (opening today at the Tivoli) is a big fat valentine to those days of long hair, bell-bottoms, anti-war protests and consciousness-expanding recreation.
It’s funny and affectionate and so well-crafted by writer/director Joe Heyen and editor/cinematographer Anthony Ladesich that it overcomes some considerable drawbacks. Among them: a dearth of film footage shot at Cowtown and a tight budget that limited the music the moviemakers could include.
For those who missed out on the Cowtown ballroom, the film re-creates those years with amazing fidelity. You might become envious.
Though moving footage was hard to find, Heyen and Ladesich cannily employ photographs taken by fans. Often their camera will linger over contact sheets with multiple images.
But the real heart of this piece lies in the many interviews with folks who were there. Among these subjects are numerous musicians who played Cowtown — members of the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band, Steve Miller, B.B. King, Foghat drummer Roger Earl and local favorites Danny Cox and Brewer & Shipley, whose song “One Toke Over the Line” provided the lyrical inspiration for the “Sweet Jesus” in the film’s title.
The musicians add a bit of glamour, but even more important are the fans and Cowtown employees whose often hilarious recollections make this film a treat.
Granted, there are only so many ways in which you can state that Cowtown was a very groovy place with a vibe all its own … and by the time this film ends at 90 minutes we’ve heard all of them four or five times.
But Heyen and Ladesich keep things interesting by going off on intriguing tangents — for example, the history of the building at 31st and Gillham and its notoriety as one of the few integrated dance halls in the ’30s. Did you know the Kansas City Symphony performed at Cowtown (they played — what else? — “Alzo Sprach Zarathustra,” otherwise known as the opening music of “2001: A Space Odyssey”)? Or that Cowtown was the first venue to syndicate broadcasts of its shows for radio stations around the country?
And the filmmakers are adept at enlivening footage with psychedelic effects and editing together commentary from various personages with humorous results. In one segment several sources talk about a 1970 free concert in Loose Park that kicked off the whole rock music scene here. Ladesich cannily arranges their comments for rising hysteria. One fellow says a couple thousand people showed up; two or three sources later, the attendance has soared to a phenomenal 30,000.
And be sure to stick around for the closing credits, which features a guest appearance by none other than Lawrence Welk. ’Nuff said.
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