The Corduroy Suit are a band. They usually play music. Their neighbors say they play too loudly. Their eardrums disagree. Their deities are still undecided on the matter. The Corduroy Suit sleep on asphalt. They smoke only petroleum cigarettes. They claim that Wilco and U2 once had a summit and shook hands, and they have the photos (or is it music?) to prove it. The Boss and the Beatles watched it happen. The Corduroy Suit always gives firm handshakes. They play to masses, real or imaginary. They live on hope (real or imaginary) and cheap takeout food. They surround themselves in noise and beauty--the real kind--and they connect through words, through each other, through the cacophony. The Corduroy Suit always gives firm handshakes.