“We’re Rutabaga, kings of the produce aisle!”
When the band takes the stage, the sun has barely set outside the wall of windows in Altschul Atrium, otherwise known as the Hive. Twinkling strings of light spell out W-B-A-R, and those outside in the cold spring night see the letters in reverse. Inside, the Hive is warm and buzzing with people wearing eclectic outfits that would suit a variety of seasons—layers of cardigans over flannel over knee socks, floor-length skirts and short sundresses, cutoffs and tights, floppy hats and scarves, boots and sandals.
