This writer was able to slip into an exclusive pre-opening party at the recently purchased and renovated Live to mingle with Ann Arbor’s selects as they bounced to the bass and christened Tree Town’s newest hangout. Live still had that new club smell – coats of black paint on the walls barely dry and brand new lights above the dance floor bouncing off sequins, high heels and gentlemen in bowties.
Fun was had by most, but like throwing a Frisbee, you need to do it right or it’ll take a hard left turn. The atmosphere was as close to Rome as this writer has seen since the high times of The Fifth Quarter. Toeing the sweaty, boozy line between an all-out good time and hedonistic excess. The demographic was wide – pert young women, baby-faced men, established professionals and townies in hoodies. Moms dancing on stage in shimmery tops, they’re kids nestled snug in their beds.
The staff, many transplants from Good Time Charley’s, relished the chance to leave South U and get called up to The Show. Even the coat check girl, slumming for the night, didn’t seem too bent out of shape to be pitching in, though she ran out of hangers. Fancy people aren’t afraid to bring coats to clubs.
This place will be big, my friends. Big. But it’s not an experience to be trifled with. Relationships will blossom and bust here – marriages will begin and end. Bar tabs will run long and fat and you’ll love every minute of it.
Be forewarned, my friends. If Saturday night was any indication of what’s to come, no one’s ready for the new Live.











