Meet Arthur Combs, a child of a walled-in, treeless, subdivision, where the home owners’ association governs with an iron fist. He is not even able to play catch on the lawn, (for fear of harming the toxic grass) or start a highschool band in his garage, (the association deems it, too noisy. ) A spineless accountant at age 30, Arthur works in a cubical in a high rise office building, where floor supervisors look over employees shoulders, like taskmasters. Not even the slightest personal effect is allowed on Arthur’s Desk. (Too distracting, say the taskmasters.) One day, fed up and mired down in evening rush-hour traffic, Arthur breaks loose and takes a back highway out of the city. He has no idea where he’s going. He has no plan. This is a jail break. Arthur is on the run, and about to discover the musical talent he never knew he had.