Your flying Jack Russell Terrier knocked your CD player out of commission, and you've been without music for three days. It's getting so bad in your apartment, you're encouraging the shrill little yapper to bark at the people on the street just to break the silence.

You need some tunes. So, instead of renting a new piece of equipment, you rent a car and drive down to Music City for some live amplification.

If Austin is to music what Rome is to Catholicism, Sixth Street is Vatican City.