Davenport
I should be on the porch with a fresh cold one reading
The Man With the Getaway Face right now, but I guess I'm sucked back to the keyboard now. Way too many tendrils of thought on the topic fighting for nourishing sun-space like the growth occupying the interstices of a forgotten shoebox-set of Bummer Road tour CD-Rs, but Davenport and their associated offshoots hold some dear half-memories for me. I was definitely a fringe figure among the fringe Madison scene they kind of keystoned, but being a local I really didn't know how much word of them traveled outside the city limits.
I was actually drafting a discarded post mentioning them a couple hours back, 'cuz what attracted me to this stuff in Madison to begin with was in part exactly how you describe it... a woolly honey mushroom filling the streets right under your feet with filaments to be followed to god knows where. But another part was how totally unconcerned these folks all seemed with hype. Not sure if that made the scene a purely social endeavor -- many of them seemed too legitimately weird to really be acting out of "social" motivations -- but they certainly didn't seem to care how many/few people they were performing for. Of course my friends and I that tagged along and nipped at their heels would get caught up chasing the releases they'd mention or the stuff we'd associate with them via Arthur reviews or distros or whatever, so we started creeping in our own hype chasing down different luxe reissues or whatever. But they seemed pretty impervious/indifferent.
Many of them are still going with assorted activities and continue to seem to operate without knowing/caring what kind of audience there will be. I try and check in when I can and hope they keep plugging away with their thing.
Wanna write more but have no coherent currency to offer so to the porch it is for now, thank yr lucky stars.