The drawn-out twang of Ken Bethea’s guitar rang throughout the cabin of my Dodge Intrepid as a thick cloud of odorous smoke bounced off the windshield. This was my routine. A mini road trip back to campus following a weekend at home, soundtracked by a revolving door of albums that found their way into the car’s CD player. One record made the rotation more often than the others: Drag It Up by Old 97’s.