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As a chronic quitter, I’m the most likely to blow out of Dodge and suit up for a six-month bike trek down the Continental Divide or a nine-month woodworking apprenticeship, only to end up an incompetent waitron in Silver City, N.M.

The waitron tells me it wouldn’t pair especially well with the dessert dishes, but I know what I want.

One of the band’s most popular tunes, “Washingtron,” co-written by Mr. Mariotte, became something of an alternative-culture anthem of the time, featuring the lyrics: “I used to work as a waitron in the lounge of the Hiltron/Now I work for my senatron and I live in Arlingtron, I live in Arlingtron.”