Kevin hails from the down-home, bucolic capitol of innocence, Tacoma, where he grew up in the shadow of the copper smelter. The smelter is gone, but the shadow remains,evoking memories of a youth steeped in the traditional lore of supermarket parking lots and fast food drive ins. Discovering that a fiddle is easier to carry than a guitar, he now refuses to stop playing, forcing the others to drown him out lest they go mad.