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Saturday |
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The
boiler room in our 28-unit
building is hot and loud--the furnace
roars and a lattice of superheated metal pipes bakes it like a sauna. The infernal Georgetown Steam Plant must have been a hundred times worse. Now it sits quiet and cool beside Boeing Field, except when local arts groups use it as set for their plays, music, dance, or installations. For the dead husk of a coal-fired power plant it's surprisingly lively and inviting. Today, echoes of the past whispered through the air as Drone Restoration, a composition by Evans and Teske gently vibrated the cavernous space. |