One of the greatest songs about live shows, love and admiration of creators of these little worlds and slivers of insights into the human condition.

“To a world we’ll not remember/ When we’re old and tired/ We’ll be blowing on the embers of a little fire // … // My hero plays to no one, in a parking lot/ Even though there’s no one around/ He broke a leg and the house came down/ A smattering of applause/ A sliver moon and a cover song”