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Fifty twenty-somethings crowded into Two Pines, a dark living room in South Minneapolis, on a sweltering Sunday night, flowing into any space not filled by six musicians and their guitars, mandolins, and banjos. The singer, clad in drooping denim overalls, strummed a few chords of a Mazzy Star song and chuckled. “What does this song remind y’all of?” he asked in a gravelly, whiskey-soaked baritone. “When Napster was free!” called a girl standing on a couch and clutching a beer.