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Subterranean alien blues

By Audrey N. Carpio | August 20, 2004 - 12:00am

NEW YORK–Forget Sex and the City. This is hell on impractical shoes. My New York (so far) is not quite Mean Streets, but fits somewhere between the silences of Jim Jarmusch and the tangled triplespeak of...

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