In the last week I've seen two shows and six bands at Kalamazoo's Kraftbrau Brewery. I've seen it nearly empty, a few congenial and drowsy Sunday night patrons sitting around, and packed to the rafters, grandparents and grandkids and lovers singing and two-stepping. It's perhaps my favorite venue ever and this fact is made particularly bittersweet given that the joint is closing down at the end of this month. Oh, Kraftbrau, I hardly knew you.
Frontier Ruckus, one of the bands I saw last week, sings the sentiment perfectly on Rosemont, their singing saw-inflected ode to things beautifully dilapidated in Michigan. You can listen here.
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