When I was twelve years old, I played my first ever rock and roll show at the Roxy in Overland Park, KS. The Club, sandwiched between a Dunkin Donuts and a Dollar General in one of Overland Park's extensive strip malls, was everything to me in that moment. To me, the fact that a real music club would deign to give my band thirty minutes of stage time during the prime time 2:30 slot on a Sunday afternoon signified a new value in the hobby with which I had fallen in love. I