If a realestate developer is eyeing a parcel of realestate occupied by a music, or artistic venue, and wants to protect his conflict of interest within the system, he might stir up a hysteria within the religious decency stealth coalition to send their barking dogmas after that venue in the name of public good. The developers get their dirty work done for them, the demons of decency apply political pressure to the establishment if their desire, and zoning ordinances, condemnation, and gentrification fall into place in time for the developer to swing in like a hero, and redevelop the eyesore. Yet the patrons of the establishments are left in the cold, with their artistic hearts on their sleeves, only to be kept warm and fed by the purveyance and use of illegal substance. In an arena where the art is the purest expression of the ego, the ego will certainly drive the artist to the dirtiest of political trickery. A craving for attention, and desperate jealousy of others' accomplishments has caused more then a few upsets in this little pond.
Bands compete for gigs and local stardom using everything but their talents and abilities.
The dissent and conflict within the music community has always undermined the efforts to truly claim a legitimate place in society for the arts and music scene. That's what they learned down at the playground. The Topekans and Johnson county hoards invade, a white flight from the crime and malaise of suburban sprawl, devouring everything in their path and destroying the things that made them want to move here in the first place. They erect corporate shrines to the ennui they bring with them. This town is doomed.