In February, hundreds of musicians around the world took part in the RPM Challenge. The rules are simple: produce an album of at least 10 songs, from scratch, in 28 days. March 30 was the International Day of RPM-Album Listening Parties. Our host, the founder of the great music anthology Ball of Wax (www.ballof wax.org), made an album and invited other RPM winners to his house for a wrap party. Never mind that most of these musicians had never met before—their albums are all loaded into a CD changer and set on "shuffle," which is the ultimate conversation starter.

The host has also provided liquor and a fridge packed with cold beer and Krispy Kreme doughnuts. "I'd give up my civil liberties for a doughnut," somebody says. "Not me—I'm a total whore for Little Debbie," a woman says, inspiring other snack-cake prostitutes to speak up. Another partier, her mouth full of bread and roasted-red-pepper dip, proclaims that "food is better than it has any reason to be."

One of the RPM folk tells me that she not only finished the Challenge, but she did so entirely via the internet, with bandmates who live in Paris, Boston, and Mexico City. Would she do it again? "If I do it next year, I'll do it by myself," she says. She still looks tired. With all the real music-making out of the way for at least a month, a room of the house is set aside for a Guitar Hero Tournament of Champions. My Plus One and I try to play, but we're immediately crushed—in this house, everyone but us is a rock god.

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