“We’d play a gig, then smoke and take a walk, and the streets were lit up with colors, neon signs, and we used to stop and watch those signs, we didn’t read them, just watched them glow.”

—Vic DiMeo, trumpet player, on his New York heyday. As quoted by step-daughter Laren Stover in Bohemian Manifesto: A Field Guide to Living on the Edge, 2004.