<h3>SCENE 03</h3>
<h1>PLAY THIS LOUD</h1>
<h2>PATTI SMITH — GLORIA</h2>
<p>A song that begins with a declaration and never really reduces its volume.</p>
<h3>THEN</h3>
<p><strong>Television — Marquee Moon</strong></p>
<p>A guitar line long enough to become architecture.</p>
<h3>LATER</h3>
<p><strong>Interpol — Obstacle 1</strong></p>
<p>New York changed.</p>
<p>The black jacket stayed.</p>
<h3>NOW</h3>
<p><strong>Mannequin Pussy — I Got Heaven</strong></p>
<p>The useful thing about a lineage is that someone eventually refuses to behave inside it.</p>
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<h3>UNDER THE K</h3>
<p>CONCRETE</p>
<p>STEEL</p>
<p>WRISTBANDS</p>
<p>FOOD TRUCK LIGHT</p>
<p>A JACKET TIED AROUND SOMEONE'S WAIST</p>
<p>A SHIRT BOUGHT THREE HOURS AGO</p>
<p>A SHIRT BOUGHT TWENTY YEARS AGO</p>
<blockquote><p>**The old room is gone. The city found somewhere else to be loud.**</p></blockquote>
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