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There's this guy who plays guitar... Sometimes you can't get a particular song out of your head; it's there when you wake up, at embarrassingly awkward points throughout your day, and only disappears when there's another to replace it. Music gets under your skin and no matter what "sensible"/"paying" careers you pretend to pursue, it's in your blood like some catchy disease. The Haradas weren't the Jacksons or the Von Trapps, but music was always around. Mark's first love was Deborah Harry, his first hobby, collecting KISS cards. Always in the background: a scratchy Beatles record fighting it out with an Irish folk cassette. A Jesus-like absence (pre death of course) was years spent pursuing sports and girls and other healthy/normal things. But Mark, like Tweedy sings, "was maimed by rock n' roll". Singing and playing bass in the alternative pop/rock band Spaceed - he claims no nerdy association with Star Trek - he discovered the joy of playing live to a receptive audience. And