It's a cloudless March day in Dallas, and with a few hours to kill before sound check, the Electric Six is doing what any red-blooded American band on tour would do in Dallas: They're eating hot dogs on the grassy knoll. An hour spins on as the band runs around like giddy tourists, listening to conspiracy theorists, aping Secret Service agents in their mirrored shades and re-enacting Kennedy's last parade. Onstage that night, dressed in his typically extravagant rock regalia (slicked-back hair, "Rich & Sexy" T-shirt, single leather glove), singer Dick Valentine leads the audience in the wave and announces that they are considering becoming a... More >>>