As I gaze out my window at the bustling, sophisticated, “'SkerNation” city that lies before me, I am somehow reminded of home. Kansas City is another city delusional enough to think it’s metropolitan chic.
Full of pride, Omaha displays a skyline that basically peaks at “Woodmen.” To say that Omaha is an underrated and overlooked Chicago is a flat out lie. I have no problem with Omaha. However, the sound of feet hitting cobblestone in the Old Market quarter is the only note hit on key in the ballad of Omaha.
Alright, for Nebraska, Omaha might be a high class municipality; as is Kansas City to Kansas. But no one goes to Omaha to “live the dream.” And those who do won’t find it.
But they do find something else. The underground indie music scene of Omaha also rings true. There’s a concert almost every night, with indie gems such as “The Silver Jews” and “The Nashville Pussy,” as well as Led Zeppelin cover bands.
But when that still leaves you industrially hungry, look no farther than “Eagles 38.” Yes, although sometimes mistaken for a homeless shelter, do not be thrown off by the nostalgia-drenched aura of this swing dance club/bar. Obviously it’s not up to “The 40-40” club standards of New York City, but the refreshing thing is, it’s not trying to be. (Duke Ellington is also pretty ace).
No matter what “la la land” Omaha is living in, I also live there. Whenever I am homesick for back home: my elegant, barbeque-brainwashed Kansas City, all I have to do is look out my window. I don’t even need to arch my neck to see the finite horizon of Omaha. But that is what’s the best part of Omaha: it challenges you to be creative.
Alright, for Nebraska, Omaha might be a high class municipality; as is Kansas City to Kansas. But no one goes to Omaha to “live the dream.” And those who do won’t find it.
But they do find something else. The underground indie music scene of Omaha also rings true. There’s a concert almost every night, with indie gems such as “The Silver Jews” and “The Nashville Pussy,” as well as Led Zeppelin cover bands.
But when that still leaves you industrially hungry, look no farther than “Eagles 38.” Yes, although sometimes mistaken for a homeless shelter, do not be thrown off by the nostalgia-drenched aura of this swing dance club/bar. Obviously it’s not up to “The 40-40” club standards of New York City, but the refreshing thing is, it’s not trying to be. (Duke Ellington is also pretty ace).
No matter what “la la land” Omaha is living in, I also live there. Whenever I am homesick for back home: my elegant, barbeque-brainwashed Kansas City, all I have to do is look out my window. I don’t even need to arch my neck to see the finite horizon of Omaha. But that is what’s the best part of Omaha: it challenges you to be creative.
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