There’s a captivating magic that dwells in the mystery of excavation. When things fade out, people disappear, or stuff burrows away, only to be unearthed years (or decades) later. It’s what attics are for, really. In the music industry, bands vanish year after year, leaving fan bases to scratch their heads and wonder, “What happened to…,” drawing blanks as answers. The other day I happened to dig through some mp3s “lying” around my hard drive and snagged a file chock full of memories.

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