In an interesting twist of fate, he found out after a few weeks that a few copies of his album "Ten Minutes to Midnight" had somehow made their way here, and had become quite popular. The bootleg industry had embraced the album wholeheartedly, and cheap knock-offs abounded. The collector's market for original copies, though, was lucrative. A pristine copy fetched the equivalent of $500 or so in local trade, so on one of his trips back to the "real world," he acquired as many copies as he could.
Carefully selling copies in different places so as not to saturate the market, he was able to sell off the entire stock without the price dropping too much. This set him up pretty well in the Nexus. He got an apartment in a decent neighborhood and settled in for good. Nexus was the real world now. Soon, he thought, his old life would be a distant memory. And he worked on making it so. But he'd never really succeed in doing that, not that he ever admitted it to himself.