Ooh, Friday. Remind myself that this is the onset of the Last Weekend; As Something To Do says, “Everything ends it’s a simple fact…” and by Tuesday, I am going to be feeling like something is missing.
But today, everything was in place. Favorite bands at the fest, and we went down a little early to catch a band at the Rebel Stage, the Roving Scallywags. Somewhat predictably, the stage was behind schedule and we had to leave to get good seats for the next band, on an adjacent stage.
But at the Rebel Stage, were some friends who knew that they were likely to find me there. They are smart friends! So we all wen over to the next stage, and got front row seats for Something To Do.
They’ve got a new album out (Design For Living) and haven’t been to Summerfest for a couple of years. They looked snappy in their tradition ska two-tone clothing, and the horn players were peppy. In fact, I could never get a picture of them all jumping around, because they were moving to fast for me to get my phone out….
More friends showed up during the show, and we all pop-ska rocked the afternoon way. Later, after a pitstop, we hung out at the merch tent chatting with the band. Next up they will do a nice long set at Bastille Days, where they become French.
Since we had a decent group that hadn’t seen each other in a while, we went to the rooftop deck at Water Street Brewery where I had a delicious Midnight Lager, and we argued about things like the Brewers and the streetcar. I, of course, as the only resident of the city proper, was in firm favor of the streetcar, while the guys who lived in the suburbs thought it was a waste of money. Huh. Who could have predicted that?
And while I am asking questions, why was I the only guy who brought his wife along?
After a bit of this, we rolled back to the Rebel Stage where a pirate-punk-Irish band called Brave the Sea was scheduled. Of course, the stage was still running way behind, so the other guys who had more of a drive home, headed out after hugs and kisses.
We hung for Brave The Sea and they turned in an energetic, if shortened, set of punky Irish sea chanty-shouty ….things.
We were looking forward to Whiskey of the Damned, of course. It seems like everybody else was, too:
The stage area filled in as much as I’ve ever seen it. people standing on tables, out in the circulation path, on the rocks….everywhere nearby.
Then the band started.
The sound was awful. It started out with feedback that couldn’t seem to be tracked down, so the volume was turned way down and the packed bodies made everything mushy and indistinct. By mid-show, the sound had improved to barely tolerable. It had gotten chilly, though, and since we couldn’t see the band OR hear them, there seemed little point. so we pulled the rip cord and headed home. We had seen them play better AND louder, and we knew we would see them again somewhere; best not to taint the good with a one-time bad performance.
It was still a good day at Summerfest.