What if a sad girl mixtape was so happy it hurts? What if a sad girl summer of ’69 returned to the future, 55 years, some 20,000 days beyond the summer of love? What if this world fucking sucks, but even when life cuts like a knife, music and community are there to make things right. What if Gen-Z kidz, boomer kids at heart and all the other generational iterations in between just wanna rock, just wanna have fun, in the shade in the sun? Could it happen? Could music, once again, be the fabric, that threads the human race, the working class, the ruling class, the haves, the have-nots, the half-cocked, pompous snobs and the wonton sots, and other forms of happenstance? Could it be a bind that lasts? Cue cloud-breathing trees, cue pine needles, cue a gargantuan field of dreams in the land of ...