Doped up on DayQuil and brandishing a blue handkerchief, I braved a sea of mucus and cough fits just to see the indie-icon band, Pinback. The Depot was packed—I stood alongside inter-generational hipsters, a few of my former college professors, appreciators of minimalist rock and a small band of flannel-bros, rising to the occasion despite the onslaught of snow, long lines and $7 beer.