OUT IN CHICAGO when it started to get cold I listened to Peter’s tapes on my trusty and indestructible Panasonic dual-cassette player and was entirely transported. In the age of mass production many people have become convinced that you can make anything anywhere as long as you can build a factory there. The rhetoric of the global village would have us believe that the individual components that make up a given sound or style are all stored in a commonly accessible toolbox, and that localized styles and voices, while quaint, are quasi-mythical, receding constantly and rapidly into the mist of our past now that we all share in one another’s disparate heritages as we journey toward a future without borders, where we shall all dine on the rich shortbread of brotherhood and use one another’s faces for mirrors, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.