No, it has nothing to do with the midwest or crafty con artists peddling musical instruments. (I may be forced to change the title at some point.)
It has everything to do with the stirring of the blood that I feel whenever I listen to certain pieces of music. …and how that might be applied to power armor combat, brains in jars, a fallen human empire that spanned a diversely populated galaxy, and an alien invasion of a little tiny planet that used to be a member of said galactic empire.
Want a sample chapter? Here ya go.