Los Angeles record-company flack Erin Lazarus was coming off a robust New Year's Eve bender with the Flaming Lips in Chicago when she was met with the news that the buddy pass she'd arranged for her friend wouldn't fly him out of any port other than Memphis. Guilt-ridden, Lazarus quickly secured seats for her and her chum on the Texas Eagle Amtrak train bound for St. Louis, where the pair had arranged to rent a car for the... More >>>