Big local band softball last week at the Colour Field. The meet was the brainchild of white rapper C-Meant and his Creosote Crew.

Members of something like 17 bands were hitting and running and scratching their crotches as if they knew baselines better than bass lines.

Which they don’t. None of the players admitted to have been a part of any school sports team, let alone a sandlot league. Every one of them was in their basement learning C chords (and smoking pot) when they could have been out in the daylight fielding fungoes.

Such appealing, alternativist amateurism made for a fun, self-mocking match, if frustrating for the few team members who knew a little more than the others and were vainly trying to play by the rules.

MVP, by a long shot, was Sooner Be A Flea, the solo singer-songwriter who’s also a member of the Cholly Chapmans. Why so valuable? He brought an oaken hitchhiker-size guitar along—and used it as a bat!

It was one for the rulebooks when SBAF refused to drop the bat when he gingerly bunted a ball and ran to first base. It was agreed that if he serenaded the outfield, he’d be deemed safe. In the dugout at that time, the Model Marvels kept taking time outs so they could remove jewelry, so It was four full songs before Sooner Be had to move on.

That impromptu set comprised a much more important “score” than the points tallied by either team. Arguments about who, if anybody, could be considered the winner lasted for several rounds at the Bullfinch, after which the post-game show (Horn of the Hunter, I Didn’t Know It was Loaded and The Old Man’s Boy Grows Older) came on and sports suddenly no longer mattered…

Due in two days at the Finch: Wheelhouse and Yakker, with a short opening set by Whiff, who says he’s trying out new material…Baltimore Chop and Backdoor Sliders dutifully do the covers at Hamilton’s… or you can see actual hitmakers from the old AM days like Heater and PutOut at D’ollaire’s, for “Nostalgia dollar beer nite.” Gosh, how can we tell the students have left town?