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Outside the theater I see some guys with tattoos and skater–metal hair. It's the band Rancid, visiting the ranch scoring stage for a three–week album session. (The place has lot of music clients; the Rolling Stones, Herbie Hancock, Faith Hill, Third Eye Blind and Kronos Quartet have recorded here, some looking for the perfect acoustics, others for a studio with no pubs in sight).
As I pass Rancid, they are discussing the vagaries of punk–rock credibility while sipping tea and coffee drinks. I bite my tongue and keep walking.