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Show 199 continue to sing acapella. There is no shame or embarrassment about the ones singing voice because the main thing is that participants are in this together. They are all members of this community contributing to the collective aesthetic of sensus communis or what Hinderliter et al. (2009) call a "community of sense." Soccer is a team sport; and like RSL, the collective is more important than the individual. To RSL player Tony Beltran, it's always been about the community shared among RSL's fan culture, which makes being part of RSL nation so forceful: They've developed this culture and they've made Salt Lake City a soccer destination and they've made Rio Tinto a soccer destination…It's such a great moment every year. It's a long off season and you miss that. You miss that feeling of walking out of the tunnel and feeling like you're home and feeling like your fans are behind you. It's such a high. It's great. They provide that 12th man for us. They provide that little bit extra edge and that's incredible. It's something to be very proud of. I'm always very grateful to them. It's always a pleasure to run out of that tunnel and hear the noise. (Gaschk, 2015 [videofile]) Song also does something special for the culture. Like classical music from heirs of the Romantic era such as Beethoven, Bruckner, and Wagner, song can instill passion, nationalism, and "cultural continuity" (Haas, 2013). At the Rio Tinto Stadium, the tenor of the RSL song is uplifting and proud. The harmony is contagious, and it creates a distribution of the sensible that is vehemently consensual. Former RSL coach Jason Kreis spoke of this in an interview with The Salt Lake Tribune: "I continue to believe [RSL fans] are a big part of every success we've had here at Rio Tinto Stadium. It feels like a big surge when they're singing the [team] song. It's awesome" (Renzhofer, 2012, para. 16). In the meanwhile, dozens of streamers unfurl from the upper stands, sometimes landing on the field (see Figure 4.7). Glitter and newspaper graffiti flicker in the sky and glide down to unknown destinations. It is a spectacle. |
