The dim light in Xavier’s garage illuminated five old friends with more hardware in their joints than in their instrument cases — ready to chase the ghost of their high school years.

After 50 years, the “Garage Goons” rock band was back, though “The Hip Replacements” had won the vote for their new name.

Xavier, clutching his vintage Gibson like a holy relic, looked at his crew. There was Bill, whose hearing aids were whistling a high-pitched duet with the amps; Charlie, who had traded his leather jacket for a sensible beige cardigan; Monica, still rocking purple streaks in her hair; and Eleanor, who sat behind the drums looking like she was ready to knit a sweater or commit a felony.

“All right,” Xavier croaked, adjusting his bifocals. “We do ‘Born to be Wild.’ Just like the 1974 talent show.”

“I can’t do the high notes, Xav,” Bill whined. “My prostate won’t allow the straining.”

“Just play,........

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