It's like watching the lights go out at the stadium. You know, that low metallic "Klung!" "Klung!" "Klung!" as the off switches are hit in succession.

The hoped-for sequels to last year's big open-air parties -- our great summer weekend respites -- are going dark, one right after another.

Klung! Harukaze, back in April. Regrettable, but understandable. (We've covered that already.)