Charlie Parr is dressed in a well-worn Austin, Minnesota, sweatshirt and loose jeans, his long hair hanging around his shoulders, looking a little bedraggled. He hasn't really slept in the past 20 hours or so, having just driven all night from a slew of gigs, and he's feeling tired. But Parr is a seasoned road warrior, and he shrugs off the weariness with a cup of black coffee. When he begins to talk about... More >>>