ON ANY GIVEN night on Harmon Place in the summer of '97, it was hard to miss the sight of Michael Severens from the band Own. Like a boyish Cosmo Kramer he'd comically saunter down the steps of the Loring Bar, smooch a girlfriend, and ask around for a place to sleep. He'd smell of whiskey, look unkempt, and display all the telltale signs of the stereotypical homeless musician--the mythical "out of work" bass player. But Severens wields a much classier kind of four-string, and the guy's got a conservatory/orchestra/session-player résumé that would shame most... More >>>