摘要：In 2007, Nate Logsdon was not a musician. But that was before Don Mumford. On a warm night in July, Nate, an ISU student studying English literature, left his West Street apartment in search of dinner. Walking south on Campus Ave, he was stopped by a middle-aged man on a red bike. “Hey, man,” the disheveled cyclist yelled hoarsely. “You an artist?” “Not really,” Nate replied. “I go to Iowa State. I guess I like to study art.”
