It's 3 p.m. on a Saturday and I'm sitting on the floor, Indian-style, across from Teague Cullen in a Mitchell Park home that he rents out with six other 20-somethings. Behind a closed door in an adjoining room, Jen McMaster is messing around with what sounds like a clickety electronic synthesizer. Down the hall, I hear Kelly Sheridan rapping and someone else playing piano, not necessarily... More >>>