In a startling development, the St. Louis Music Scene was found dead this morning, near the Pageant concert nightclub on Delmar Boulevard. Although the cause of death has yet to be determined, authorities speculate the death was possibly caused by St. Louis’ appalling number of frustrated male concert-going go-go dancers, the number of bloated 1980s hair bands and androgynous male bands targeting pre-pubescent kids that thrive in the city, or finally, Richard “Dick” Reamer of Creve Coeur, MO.
Homicide detectives are currently pursuing the St. Louis male concert-going population as their strongest suspect. “We’ve received numerous substantiated reports that this suspect has engaged in various illicit and disgusting activities, including grotesque seated pelvic dancing thrusts during the recent Richard Thompson acoustic concert,” stated Detective Fuller Johnson, lead investigator for the case. “For chrissakes, how can you justify a seated wiggly-wig dance routine during “How Will I Ever Be Simple Again?” No wonder that show was nothing but single men wearing berets.”
“We also suspect that this contingent’s propensity to dress like the performer has caused premier acts to avoid St. Louis in abject horror,” Johnson continued. “I saw more wide-rimmed glasses at the Elvis Costello concert than I would at my optometrist’s office. Shit, if I was on stage and looked at the audience to see me looking back at me, I’d run like hell from this city also.”
While the bulk of the St. Louis Police Department’s resources are focusing on this suspect as their primary lead, other suspects have not yet been eliminated. Another promising culprit remains the glut of washed-up acts, primarily those of the classic rock or hair metal variety, that have turned St. Louis into a veritable hotbed for artists last seen on Behind the Music.
“Sammy Hagar could go on a tour where all he does is fart on stage and primp his hair, and it would sell out within minutes in this town. Then a second show would be added, and it would sell out even faster than the first,” lamented one seasoned concert veteran who wished to remain nameless.
Detective Johnson does not dispute that this suspect could have played a role in the tragic demise of the St. Louis Music Scene either. “Nothing could kill a music scene quite like the recent White Lion/Poison brutal double bill. What did the cat drag in? How about a whole lot of hairspray, questionable hygienic practices, and enough botched boob jobs to last a lifetime – and that was just the men.”
Others are eager to point out that the recent rash of androgynous bands who appeal to the angst-ridden kids of affluent suburbia has not yet been eliminated as a co-conspirator. “Panic At The Fall Out Disco Boy High School Gym Stars — or whatever they’re called — sold out the Pageant with ease,” one local indie concert promoter stated.
“All that mascara and eyeliner, coupled with a disturbing audience demographic of pre-teens whose wardrobe makes Ziggy Stardust-era David Bowie seem downright butch, has taken its toll on the Scene. Some of the girls at the show wore makeup too.”
Still a very small segment of the city’s detectives are quietly pursuing one last suspect at the behest of Johnson himself: Richard “Dick” Reamer, a retired auto mechanic who has lived in the city for 60 years.
“Why Reamer? Because he’s a bastard sumbitch who must be guilty of something. I just feel it in my police bones,” Johnson was quoted as saying. “His porch has four barbeque pits and six wind chimes, and he soaks his feet in Epsom salt while listening to Benny Goodman. He’s hiding something — I’m sure of it. I wouldn’t be surprised to find a stockpile of mullets and worn-out copies of Frampton Comes Alive in his basement.”
Regardless of the guilty party, St. Louis music fans are nearly unanimous in agreeing that the Scene’s death did not come as a complete surprise. “We got Yo La Tengo, the Decemberists, and Andrew Bird all in one week in April. But send Twisted Sister, Hanson, and Sebastian Bach with their Inquisition-grade brand of torture to your town and see if it survives,” one local music fan stated dejectedly. “Poor baby Scene, she never had a chance.”
There is talk of an upcoming charity concert for the Scene. Proceeds will be distributed evenly between the Scene’s closest relatives (Kansas City and Chicago, which have been getting the quality acts that have skipped St. Louis for years anyway), and among those traumatized by the recent senseless and deadly James Blunt concert.Powered by Sidelines