“I look around the room-- a gymnasium moonlighting as a convention center. Needless to say, this is my first "trad-rock" convention (I lost a card game at *Pitchfork* HQ). The gym is packed with 17-year-old British boys (I threw the game) cheering with youthful enthusiasm. I take a quick survey of the t-shirts in the room-- Ocean Colour Scene, Travis, Kula Shaker, and Oasis. One boy sports the word”
