Marzine's Moonstruck Band - "If you ever come back"

And in the bowels of hell Joe awoke, not knowing where he was. It was an eventual fall, being as it was towards the end of a particularly bad period. After the second divorce, feeling this one a little harder than before. He still saw the sport in it, even if the chips were stacked against him. He still believed in his powers, especially when favors where cheap and the beer was plentiful.

At Hannity's tavern, which happened to have the only existing copy of "If you ever come back" by Marzine's Moonstruck Band. So rare was the record, that the local vinyl press created a copy that only the bartender could play. The original hang on the wall, above the baseball bat that would be used in the event that the record was ever taken.

He'd spent the past three years at the bottom rung of a particular favorite local bar. Whenver he heard a particular song, and he would ask for it, as he did everything else he eventually regretted, over and over again, almost relishing in the feeling that would inevitably rush out of him, when the song ended, and he had to stop, turn around and go again. It was just that easy and simple. By his fourth week, he'd heard the tune probably a thousand time, each time a little different. A different affair, girl, year, drink, problem.

Everything in Joe's universe grew, swelled and fell in this same way: Plotlines, bankruptcies, businesses, hemlines, panties, affairs they all congealed and exploded, the avenues of chaos blown asunder when the tragic piece of reality would come and take that special little thing away. The needle stuck on the last audible pause of the record skipped until he would order another and put his empty class to the bartop. "Again."