He was a lifelong musician. He had connections (an aunt owned The Doll Hut, a punk rock venue, and knew some of punk’s iconic stars). And, most important, Main had a band with a management deal and interest from a major record label.

Then, as sure as the foam will go flat on your Budweiser, it happened.

Main’s band broke up – and he had to move back with his folks.

“I came home from San Diego with my tail between my legs after all my ‘I’m going to be a rock star’ stuff. It was a bummer,” says 27-year-old Main, standing in the guest bedroom of his childhood home in Garden Grove, on the same street where he went to Brookhurst Elementary school.