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This was music that had not only escaped but had robbed a bank on the way out. It was music with its sleeves rolled up and its top button undone, raising its hat and stealing the silver. It was music that went down to the feet by way of the pelvis withous paying a call to Mr. Brain.

There are the people of the day, and the creatures of the night. And it is important to remember that the creatures of the night aren't simply the people of the day staying up late because they think that makes them cool and interesting. It takes a lot more than heavy mascara and a pale complextion to cross the divide.