Blonde Actually a Night Spa?

I don't know what the hell Kent Babb of the Star is talking about and which falsehood he is trying to get us to believe more in regard to Larry Johnson's recent activity in Blonde:

1. That The Plaza's "Blonde" nightclub is a place where "the lights are dim and the music is calming." Riiiiiiiiight! Mr. Babb, have you ever been to Blonde? Skip Blonde and visit their neighbor, Fred P. Otts, where you can listen to the bass rattling the walls, since they are shared with the calming influence of Blonde's intense decibels, without paying a high price for cocktails. In fact, you can enter Otts' meditation room to really feel the vibration of house bass through the walls letting it become one with your soul... just don't forget to wash your hands on the way out.

2. That we should feel pity for Larry Johnson and his self-admitted need to "grow up and face his weaknesses." Poor LJ and his $750 bottle of champagne. I really can't believe that any white woman would say no to him... the bartenders in Blonde say that they all love him. Of course, any woman that is trying so hard to find Babb's "warm and peaceful" environment in KC, such as that claimed to be present in Blonde (that still cracks me up), is likely to also be in search of The Bling. In that case, LJ can have 'em.

If I'm looking for warm and peaceful, I'll be reading Kerouac's "Good Blonde" over a hot cup of tea at the Plaza's Barnes & Noble. Good women can find me there.