The alleyway below me gleamed with fresh rain puddles and the homeless man who lived ground floor in a cardboard refrigerator box provided backup vocals in the key of Meth major. Of course he was more than just a homeless man with a meth addiction. His name was Jerry. So Jerry’s on vocals, I’m on guitar, and the domestic dispute two floors up and across the yard is hitting the percussion pretty hard tonight. I’m not sure they’re aware of their part in this particular arrangement, but they’re making do with broken bottles and a 3/4 tempo shift of slamming doors...