“Somewhere in the town where you live is a middle-aged man who's been in a band since his late teens. His belly wobbles around under his too-tight, stained white tank top and his oil-slicked hair is tied up in a ponytail. To pay the bills, he does sound at the local bar. He hangs out at the local record store, selling off his old vinyl with disclaimers like "we almost opened for them once," and "ye”
