The Legend Grows… On the eve of the New Year, the crew from the Rootstand paced about the well-lit stage of the seaside pub. Despite their decades of experience in these waters, it wasn’t the last passing minutes of the previous year of adventure that made them nervous- it was the wildness of the hundreds that had gathered there to drink and raise hell. The crowd surged and teemed in stormy delight as the clock ticked down. There was nothing they could do but wait in nervous reverence for the silence to break. It was then that they thought back to where it all began… Over ten years before the Rootstand had set course from the uplands and urban jungles of Michigan to seek their fortune on the seas and sounds of the roots of America and beyond. From fair shores to foul weather, the Rootstand has remained stout-hearted; an honor that is reflected in the strength of its crew.