I lived there, once, from August 1974 to May 1987 -  over the years - with about two hundred other friends and acquaintances. At one time a warehouse, the building housed a political commune known as the "Wherehouse" in the 1970's, and finally, the punk rock Werehaus in the 1980's. It would take a Proust to recount those decades properly. And if so, the "madeline" biscuit would be a claw of lobster dipped in butter, leading down a chain of memory, to the B-52's song  Rock Lobster, and then to the 1984 Halloween Party, and school buses of party-goers, and PAccPORTS stamped "EPWR" and bands like Skate Death, the Psychedelic Skeletons, and Exhumed and... But wait? But wait -you ask - who's Proust? Exactly.