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Bring back Springsteen, Madonna

My next-door neighbor Tim has started a band. Until recently, his musical pursuits had so far been limited to grooveless, jerky drumming—the kind of dyskinetic mishmash one might expect from a percussionist with advanced Parkinson’s disease—and loud, thrashy powerchords pumped through his Wal-mart guitar amp. He hadn’t ever played any real songs per se; most [...]

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