Discuss “Cellofourte”

It’s a typical nightclub. The sound system is blaring music so loud it drowns out any possible conversation, forcing all of the dancing, drinking, and smoking twentysomethings to rely on body language to communicate.

While all of this is going on, three or four other twentysomethings, with their scraggly beards and pink-highlighted hair blending into the crowd, set up for a live performance. There’s the typical complicated process of setting up: Cables must be plugged into amplifiers and speakers — not to mention be untangled.

But the bar patrons, their senses dulled by six or seven $1 Coronas, start to notice that there’s going to be live entertainment and begin to watch the band set up. Those on only their first, second, or third...