A view of the world from Ohio
Mumford and Sons come to town
I live in Troy, a town of approximately 25,000 people. Suddenly increase that number two-fold – thanks to the denizens of the Mumford and Sons folk band, as its rollicking music road show came to town – you would expect to feel the town tilting on its axis, or spinning off center, or at least the locals in alarm, taking to the fire hoses to wash away any random hipster. But that hasn’t been the case. I live on the West side of town, the concert is toward the square at the high school football field, and except for the random and blinking sign alerting concert-goers where to park, there hasn’t been much to report. The masses have huddled themselves downtown as the city planned, but it’s still a strange feeling, knowing if I had to run my late water bill to the city building, I would be greeted by police tape and asked for a $5 admittance fee so I can hear a Beatles cover band, or pay triple the price for a beer. Troy has been a lot of things to me during the 15 on and off years I’ve lived near, in or around it; but home to a music festival never really struck me as one of them.
And what of the football field? Is there anything more holy or sacred in a town than its football field? Friday was opening night for the high school football season (Troy played the night before at Wayne High School in Huber Heights), but the hallowed grass at Troy Memorial Stadium will most likely not survive 40,000 music fans over the course of two days. Pity the poor earth.
All questions to be resolved soon I suppose. Now that Troy can add quirky festival town to its nameplate, what comes next?