A moment ago. I'm in a bar called Acoma in Butte, Montana. I hear for the first time a track called "Rack City Bitch." My immediate impression? It must be a local rapper, some Montana cat the bar is proudly supporting; he has rap dreams of making it big, but no one has the guts to tell him the truth: he's wack and will never make it out of Butte. I was surprised to learn...