Kate, another name for the vault. Blaine files it away too, with the information that this is some kind of business-less hippy commune apparently (ugh), and notes that he doesn't know this guy's name yet. He'll get there. He's being asked a question right now.

"Springsteen? I can dig it. I know him, for sure." And since a little honesty goes a long way, he'll lean in conspiratorially. "I'm a bit old-fashioned in my tastes. Classical music, oldies, but I do know plenty of modern stuff for the kiddos. Singles nights I take requests and do all kinds of music."