[dropcap]T[/dropcap]wo decades ago I discovered the listening room. I wasn’t there, of course. At that time I wasn’t even following music. This was the early ‘90s. I was a young high school English teacher in northern Indiana, hell-bent on compensating for my lack of “jockiness” as a student by ramping up all the “jockiness” I could as a wannabe football coach. In my mind at that time, music was for all the potheads in their throwback bell-bottoms, their straightened hair, and those tee-shirts emblazoning Kurt Cobain’s death certificate. Then one of those kids, Mike, handed me his copy of