I have to share a story with you, Kat. I’m a wanna-be musician, I try to play the violin, the mandolin, the ukulele, the guitar, and the piano. All badly. But I do keep trying. One of my daughters is an accomplished musician, the other is like her father, with no ear for music. I love all kinds of music, a very eclectic taste, but I love supporting local talent, and I’m a huge fan of indie music, and indie music that is no longer, “indie.” Last summer there was a street festival in New West, advertising food trucks and indie bands. So I told my husband, “Hey, let’s go.” He surprised me by being enthusiastic. We went, the bands were both good, and bad, but the good was great. But my husband walked around with a confused expression. Finally he asked, “Where’s the indie music.” I realized in that moment he was looking for “Indian music, slash Bollywood. Which, for some odd reason, because he’s an old rock fan, he loves. Yeah…true story.