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From the author: I was never a club kid, but I had friends who were, and the stories they told made me both thankful it wasn't my scene, and sorry I'd missed out. And with the passing of so many legendary NYC music clubs, when I was asked to write something for THE UNDERWATER BALLROOM SOCIETY, I knew exactly where my story would be set...
SeaBe’s had been the biggest splash in the club scene, once. You went to hear music you couldn’t get anywhere else, throbbing drums and wailing strings, musicians and dancers black-eyed and white-faced, mocking themselves up like the fish that floated belly-up past the domed ceiling, the angry sounds of a dying river, a fucked-up city.
You thrashed your rage on the floor, cold cement and crushed dreams, and left your scrawl on walls thick with algae and crud, because light never reached...