Do you remember what the early aughts felt like? The smell of leather jackets and canvas shoes pressed into vinyl booths, stage dives at dive bars, alternate cover art and lost tracks internalized into "if you know, you know" attitudes. At least that's the mythos we remember, a perception built in New York and then distributed via the burgeoning blogging and RSS-based "Web 2.0" across the rest of the nation. The novelty of being tuned in in real time coupled with the high concentration of classic albums coming out of a relatively compact setting created a magical tension in the air, a mixture of sawdust and gunpowder that could ignite at the strike of a well-mic'd kick drum. The next big thing felt like it was perpetually coming, a groundswell you could feel both in the streets and on the virtual highways.