It's the Friday night at the end of a long goddamn week. This clip is partially a sonic shout-out to my friend, Brian W. Crank it way up. As I added back as an addendum to this muddled post from ... cripes ... 2006, I never meant to knock Marquee Moon. I'd like to point that while I initially bought Television's debut somewhat out of obligation in high school (after reading of its seismic significance to the gestation of Punk Rock), it didn't really mow my lawn. It wasn't until I started listening to it on the strength of its own merits (as opposed to trying to de-code it) that I finally gleaned why it's so rightly praised. It also remains my favorite album to walk around rain-slicked East Village streets by.
Here's Tom Verlaine, exhuming the title track in 1985:
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