Dress in Black. Read Camus.

Recently I saw Two Hours Traffic play for a park full of (mostly) old people who knew not who Two Hours Traffic were, or how they were a band from PEI with faces that all look vaguely familiar, like I've seen them all before. They played as the sun set, golden. At one point, they came on and declared, "Here's a song by our favourite band, The Magnetic Fields." And I whooped (the only one amongst a sea of silence) -- and onstage, the one with the dark eyes said, "Whoo indeed."

Then they played this: I Don't Want to Get Over You

and this:

Sure Can Start!