Mayer Hawthorne’s coughing his way through a singer’s cold and riding shotgun across the Bay Bridge for a sold-out show that night at The Rickshaw Stop. It’s six hours to show time and the Mayer’s doing what he always does when he’s gotta minute: dig for records. The crew at Groove Merchant treats him like family; not some land-locked star who needs reminding of his roots, just another record geek. In seconds, he’s back behind the counter, digging through the rare stuff, the shit you gotta know about to lay your dusty fingers on. Video from Yours Truly.