You can’t talk about The Lenny Federal Band without mentioning The Comet Grill, the Dilworth dive where they hold court each Friday night. Make your way through the smokers standing outside, duck through the front door, and you’ll find yourself next to the makeshift stage. On the wall is an old photograph of Federal looking like a young Kris Kristofferson. He even sounds like Kristofferson. The rough, road-weary voice is part of the persona. So is the long, gray ponytail.

The band doesn’t confer or offer any rehearsed banter between songs. They just jam.