The year is 1991. I'm with good friends in a dive bar near my college. We're in that golden haze somewhere between coming down from the hemp and getting buzzed on the hops. As I slowly sip my pint of Bass, a song I've never heard before comes on the jukebox, and the fragile plaintive vocals and shimmering gossamer guitars send millions of glistening droplets of bittersweetness careening through the smoky air in slow motion. Here's where the story ends.