Saturday, June 09, 2018
So the local soccer team I cheer for is AFC Ann Arbor, the Mighty Oak, who play in the NPSL, in the 4th tier of the US soccer pyramid (which begins with MLS at the top). Their supporters group is called the Main Street Hooligans, after the road that ran past the high school where the team played their home games the first few years of existence. It's a bit of a misnomer this summer, what with home games moving around due to renovations at that original high school location.
In previous years, I'd be in and out of town, and make it to half of the home games, at best, so it didn't feel right hanging out with the hardcore fans. This year, I didn't buy a season ticket, thinking that maybe some work contract would come along, and I'd again miss half the games. That hasn't materialized, so I'm going to the games regularly, and so I figured I'd sit with those folks that sing and chant. Haven't exactly introduced myself yet, so don't completely feel part of the group, so I'm considering myself hooligan adjacent for the time being.
The summer BLC round I'm participating in is entering it's 6th week, and I'm down three pounds. Slow and steady, right? Except for the part where I gained 3 pounds last week, and dropped 4 this week, and I'm up a pound since Wednesday. The scale is a yo yo, and I'm just along for the tricks, Ooh, that's a good line, I should have saved that for a blog title.
Last month, a friend texted that he'd won tickets for a concert and wondered if I'd like to come along, the twist being that it was a midweek show in Cleveland. Having the aforementioned lack of responsibilities, I went along for that ride, to go see a band called Sons of Apollo, and it will be, unless some other band completely and utterly (and perhaps literally) blows my socks off, the best concert I will attend this year. That said, "best" doesn't always correspond with "favorite". Thursday night, I wandered out a half hour away, to Allen Park, to go see a band called Scarlet Canary. They're from Denver, they do good numbers in their region, enough to go do tours elsewhere. I'd originally seen them play a show in Chicago where I was working out there 5 years ago, and they'd made enough of an impression for me to go see them last September, when they played at the same bar, and the local bands playing with them brought in enough people to make for a decently lively crowd.
Thursday night, completely different story. The promoter they were working with basically didn't do any promotion for this midweek show, the local bands dropped out a couple of days earlier, and the 'band' they picked up last second turned out to be a guy who had some "under production" songs that he was playing along to backing tapes. That dude didn't bring anyone along to see the show, and didn't stick around after he finished up. And unfortunately, other than a couple of cousins who lived in the area, I was the only person to show up to see the band.
And they still played their set, for, essentially, an audience of me.
I hung around a few hours afterward with those guys, playing beer pong, chatting, what not.
The band members are 25-27 years old, the guitarist, Allen, very realistic about knowing that they're unlikely to break into the big time, but also very enthusiastic about being able to use his talents to be able to get out and travel the country while they're still young. I wish them well. Apparently they played to a decent sized, appreciative crowd in West Virginia last night, the result of a promoter doing their job properly, and their own fans making that effort to come see them play. I certainly won a few "fan" points, just by showing up Thursday night, and got treated to what may well end up my favorite show of the year.