Last week, Scars on 45 played.
Amusingly, the female member of the band wasn't on hand at start time and fellow band member (and husband) asked the crowd to yell out, "Aimee, where are you?"
She was shopping.
But got to the counter where she realized she'd forgotten to bring money. Shopping fail.
Before too long she ran to the stage to applause. At some point, some man (not me) asked her how single she was. Her husband, with the guirar, answered, "zero."
I saw them last year, too, and liked them. So it was a musical success, anyway.
And I like art fair, too. Summer in Ann Arbor is pretty good.
