I distinctly remember being alone in a dimly lit bar a couple years ago. It was a Sunday during finals week, and I didn’t have an exam the following day but none of my friends felt like joining me. As I sat at the bar with my beer, Lucero’s “She Wakes When She Dreams” came over the jukebox.

The middle-aged man to my left closed his eyes as he nodded his head to the slow, acoustic rhythm. The couple behind me cut their conversation short to listen intently. I stopped playing Tetris on my phone so I could hang on every word. [more]