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You enter through an unmarked black door to the left of the official entrance. From there, it’s through a bare concrete space and up some steps. Past a door and into a room bursting with boxes and flight cases and folders, then up a spiral staircase and into another room. This one is filled with guitars and amplifiers and records and CDs. It’s a little less cluttered, and the purpose of the place more evident.
