Well, that was quick.

Club Dallas, the supposedly private club turned hip-hop mecca that created a minor stir of sorts in Independence, has gone quietly into the night, suffering a quiet death at the hands of our Grim Reaper economy. The club’s sometimes turbulent history and short-lived success make it difficult to know if we should miss its presence or celebrate its demise.

It says here that you should do both.

Love it or hate it, Dallas did bring positive notoriety to the Queen City. You may not have been privy to the chatter, but many young hip-hop heads from throughout the metro flocked to Dallas frequently to shake their tail feathers or party with some of the biggest acts in the hip-hop galaxy. Combine that natural enthusiasm with a reasonable yet fashion-conscious dress code and the requisite presence of beer and hard liquor and you have a spot that seemed enjoyable. Yours truly has many friends who are more than willing to back that opinion.

By the way, it doesn’t hurt that the Independence Police Department kept one eye on the place to avoid any outbreaks of violence or foolishness that are bound to occur around young people who’ve been drinking and carousing.

Then again, the loss of Dallas to the community doesn’t hurt too much outside the loss of sales tax dollars and ancillary income generated by a successful nightclub. Let’s face it: There was a fairly vocal group of Independites (yes, it sounds as weird to say as it does to write) who saw Dallas as a cauldron for all the things that would lead to the obliteration of Eastern Jackson County society as we know it. That, or they just hated hip-hop culture and thought inviting it to the community would bring nothing but gunplay and all things urban.

This isn’t to say Independence residents (that sounds much better) are all for bars and nightclubs period. As a person who has tooled around the city in search of unwholesome fun, it’s fair to say the conservative nature of the city is more suited for the art walk on the Square than a party full of inebriated folks and booming music. Simply, it is difficult to find a non-country-based jumpin’ nightspot. However, Dallas’ connection to urban culture only exacerbated that lack of desire for its presence, especially given its location on the very-busy Noland Road right next to Interstate 70.

The city simply wasn’t ready for a large, heavily frequented hip-hop nightspot. Then again, one could argue it never will be ready.

In the meantime, its lone star in the hip-hop world has gone supernova, leaving only bass-heavy memories of what it was and who visited it. You don’t need to be Einstein to know it’ll be a very long time before urban culture invades the city in such a fashion again.

Farewell Dallas and hip-hop culture in Independence. We barely knew you.