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Dolph looked at the record. Looked at her face. Saw the same hunger he’d had at her age—the belief that music could save you, or at least explain why you couldn’t be saved.

On the last night, at the Troubadour in West Hollywood, a young woman came to the merch table after the show. She was maybe twenty-five, carrying a first pressing of Meridian she’d bought on Discogs for four hundred dollars. dolph lambert