The Hopefuls: Chasing a Rock 'n' Roll Dream in the Minnesota Music Scene: Introduction
Showtime was supposed to be 20 minutes ago. We’ve watched the band carry in their gear, set it up on the tiny stage, but then they disappear for awhile. When they walk back on stage one-by-one, it’s with no ado. The lights don't dim; the overhead music doesn't even turn off. Despite the lack of usual ceremony – this is a slightly upscale bar on the edge of Loring Park, afterall, not a club – they seem like trickster gods taking the tiny stage, resplendent in their matching red and orange tracksuits. They're visually striking, Appelwick tall and lanky with a lopsided sly smile; Darren short, bespectacled, and poker-faced; Johnny tucking his long brown hair almost shyly behind one ear while focused intently on his keyboard; Heath smiling widely; and Matt fresh faced and blonde behind the kit. Darren asks politely that the overhead music be turned off, and his request goes unheeded. The band look at each other and shrug. The feeling that we're seeing something special ...