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In 1982, when I was 15 years old, I spent an afternoon driving two members of the band Rush around Monroe, Louisiana, in a beat-up ’78 Honda Civic hatchback I’d proudly nicknamed the Green Barchetta. Forty years later, I managed to do it again, and it felt exactly the same. If you grew up in a small Southern town, the bands you loved didn’t come to you — the closest they’d get would be cities like New Orleans, Dallas, or even Jackson, Miss.

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