[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MJuY8p8VeHA&w=700] We Close Our Eyes - a lesson in rhythm

[soundcloud url="http://api.soundcloud.com/tracks/108937388" params="" width=" 100%" height="166" iframe="true" /] Tom says: "This is our trippy take on a beautiful Classical Piano piece by the Legendary Ludovico Einaudi....

"Turin born Ludovico Einaudi's unique style of composition has garnered him global recognition for his music's use in films and advertisements. He is arguably the most prolific contemporary composer. Crossing musical boundaries in 2011 Einaudi became the fourth most published artist behind Adele, Mumford & Sons and Glee. Championed by Radio 1's Greg James and sampled on Professor Green's 'Astronaut', in 2013 Einaudi became the first classical artist to smash through the digital/physical sales barrier, selling 72% of his album 'In A Time Lapse' as digital downloads. He is headlining iTunes festival on Sept 17."

Here's the original:

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Saw this on Kottke, it's amazing. Follow the links for more a capella:  [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VrAdX4O1m4M&w=700]  

Many more isolated vocal tracks are available on this subreddit. Here are the instructions for making your own isolated vocal tracks with Audacity, the same open source audio processing app that Tim used to make his slow jams. (thx, tim)

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[youtube=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wkTaMf3ToiA&w=700] The first proper outdoor concert I went to was Jean Michel Jarre, when he played the Docklands in the early/mid Eighties. Mad crazy space music and lasers all over the shop. I didn't know about the China concerts. Must have been an amazing experience. Synth-pop pioneer!

VientDeMe says: "The Concerts in China was a concert tour by Jean Michel Jarre, notable for marking the opening of post-Mao China to live Western music, in 1981. Five concerts were held in the two biggest cities, for an estimated audience of 120,000 spectators, on October 21 and 22 in Beijing, and on October 26 through 28 in Shanghai.

"The concerts were filmed and recorded for commercial releases. Due to the low quality of the recorded sound, the tracks were enhanced (overdubbed) for the release of the double album The Concerts in China.

"An 80-minute documentary entitled 'Jean-Michel Jarre - China Concerts 1981' was made by producer/director Andrew Piddington for Central Television in the UK. It was shown once in 1982 on the ITV network in the UK, and did not receive a video release until 1989, when a VHS-video was released. The film was partially released by Shock DVD in Australia in 2008, but they were prevented from selling it by Jarre and record label Disques Dreyfus. The release was not from the master tapes, but from an 'off-air' Australian TV showing, so the quality was imperfect. The film has yet to receive an authorised, high-quality DVD release."

My life as a concert pianist can be frustrating, lonely, demoralising and exhausting. But is it worth it? Yes, without a shadow of a doubt

After the inevitable "How many hours a day do you practice?" and "Show me your hands", the most common thing people say to me when they hear I'm a pianist is "I used to play the piano as a kid. I really regret giving it up". I imagine authors have lost count of the number of people who have told them they "always had a book inside them". We seem to have evolved into a society of mourned and misplaced creativity. A world where people have simply surrendered to (or been beaten into submission by) the sleepwalk of work, domesticity, mortgage repayments, junk food, junk TV, junk everything, angry ex-wives, ADHD kids and the lure of eating chicken from a bucket while emailing clients at 8pm on a weekend.

Do the maths. We can function - sometimes quite brilliantly - on six hours' sleep a night. Eight hours of work was more than good enough for centuries (oh the desperate irony that we actually work longer hours since the invention of the internet and smartphones). Four hours will amply cover picking the kids up, cleaning the flat, eating, washing and the various etceteras. We are left with six hours. 360 minutes to do whatever we want. Is what we want simply to numb out and give Simon Cowell even more money? To scroll through Twitter and Facebook looking for romance, bromance, cats, weather reports, obituaries and gossip? To get nostalgically, painfully drunk in a pub where you can't even smoke?

What if you could know everything there is to know about playing the piano in under an hour (something the late, great Glenn Gould claimed, correctly I believe, was true)? The basics of how to practise and how to read music, the physical mechanics of finger movement and posture, all the tools necessary to actually play a piece - these can be written down and imparted like a flat-pack furniture how-to-build-it manual; it then is down to you to scream and howl and hammer nails through fingers in the hope of deciphering something unutterably alien until, if you're very lucky, you end up with something halfway resembling the end product.

What if for a couple of hundred quid you could get an old upright on eBay delivered? And then you were told that with the right teacher and 40 minutes proper practice a day you could learn a piece you've always wanted to play within a few short weeks. Is that not worth exploring?

What if rather than a book club you joined a writer's club? Where every week you had to (really had to) bring three pages of your novel, novella, screenplay and read them aloud?

What if, rather than paying £70 a month for a gym membership that delights in making you feel fat, guilty and a world away from the man your wife married you bought a few blank canvases and some paints and spent time each day painting your version of "I love you" until you realised that any woman worth keeping would jump you then and there just for that, despite your lack of a six-pack?

I didn't play the piano for 10 years. A decade of slow death by greed working in the City, chasing something that never existed in the first place (security, self-worth, Don Draper albeit a few inches shorter and a few women fewer). And only when the pain of not doing it got greater than the imagined pain of doing it did I somehow find the balls to pursue what I really wanted and had been obsessed by since the age of seven – to be a concert pianist.

Admittedly I went a little extreme – no income for five years, six hours a day of intense practice, monthly four-day long lessons with a brilliant and psychopathic teacher in Verona, a hunger for something that was so necessary it cost me my marriage, nine months in a mental hospital, most of my dignity and about 35lbs in weight. And the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow is not perhaps the Disney ending I'd envisaged as I lay in bed aged 10 listening to Horowitz devouring Rachmaninov at Carnegie Hall.

My life involves endless hours of repetitive and frustrating practising, lonely hotel rooms, dodgy pianos, aggressively bitchy reviews, isolation, confusing airline reward programmes, physiotherapy, stretches of nervous boredom (counting ceiling tiles backstage as the house slowly fills up) punctuated by short moments of extreme pressure (playing 120,000 notes from memory in the right order with the right fingers, the right sound, the right pedalling while chatting about the composers and pieces and knowing there are critics, recording devices, my mum, the ghosts of the past, all there watching), and perhaps most crushingly, the realisation that I will never, ever give the perfect recital. It can only ever, with luck, hard work and a hefty dose of self-forgiveness, be "good enough".

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And yet. The indescribable reward of taking a bunch of ink on paper from the shelf at Chappell of Bond Street. Tubing it home, setting the score, pencil, coffee and ashtray on the piano and emerging a few days, weeks or months later able to perform something that some mad, genius, lunatic of a composer 300 years ago heard in his head while out of his mind with grief or love or syphilis. A piece of music that will always baffle the greatest minds in the world, that simply cannot be made sense of, that is still living and floating in the ether and will do so for yet more centuries to come. That is extraordinary. And I did that. I do it, to my continual astonishment, all the time.

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The government is cutting music programmes in schools and slashing Arts grants as gleefully as a morbidly American kid in Baskin Robbins. So if only to stick it to the man, isn't it worth fighting back in some small way? So write your damn book. Learn a Chopin prelude, get all Jackson Pollock with the kids, spend a few hours writing a Haiku. Do it because it counts even without the fanfare, the money, the fame and Heat photo-shoots that all our children now think they're now entitled to becauseHarry Styles has done it.

Charles Bukowski, hero of angsty teenagers the world over, instructs us to "find what you love and let it kill you". Suicide by creativity is something perhaps to aspire to in an age where more people know Katie Price better than the Emperor concerto.

* James Rhodes performs at the Soho Theatre, London 25-27 July and 1-3 August.

As seen in The Guardian, spotted by Charlie W.

Several posts over the last few months had news of amazing recordings being unearthed. Not the Alexander Bell ones (though they are amazing), but ones of Molly Drake, mother of amazing English folk singer Nick Drake. Turns out they were released a few years ago - along with "Family Tree", which you can find on Spotify - but they're new to me, and worth some time. If you've heard any stuff from his three LPs, there's plenty for you to recognise in her music and poetry. It was her piano that encouraged him in his first reel-to-reel recordings (such as Poor Mum, below). They're very pretty. What an amazing talent to have had near you, growing up.

Love Isn't a Right [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EO9tIVooNa0&w=700] Love isn't a right, it's got to be earned Love isn't a right that's got to be learned Maybe you spent your natural life Loving husband or loving wife Were you loving and was your love returned? Love's nobody's fool and nobody's slave Love won't go to school and learn to behave Ride your love on an easy reign If love can go it comes back again Love will haunt us from cradle to the grave Love's a whisper, love's a shout Love's a flame that could blow out Love's all beauty but make it a duty And love will lie right down and die Love, love is a germ you never resist Love loves the eternal will-o'-the-wisp Follow him through the darkest day Love will glimmer and light your way But grab at him and he flickers away out of sight Love's enchanted don't take it for granted For love isn't a right.

How Wild The Wind Blows [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zMv_ZrF8t6U&w=700] The acorn carries an oak tree Sleeping but for a little while Winter lies in the arms of spring As a mother carries her child And never knows How wild the wind blows A thought carries a universe A seed carries a field of grain Love lies in the arms of change As a joy carries a pain And no one knows How wild the wind blows.

Happiness [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bd2jvSaEdbo&w=700] Happiness is like a bird with twenty wings Try to catch him as he flies Happiness is like a bird that only sings When his head is in the skies You can try to make him walk beside you You can say the door is open wide If you grab at him, woe betide you I know because I've tried Like a butterfly upon an April morning Very quickly taking fright Happiness is come and gone without a warning Jack-o'-lantern in the night I will follow him across the meadow I will follow him across the hill And if I can catch him I will try to bring you Why yes, happiness If I can catch him I will try to bring you All my love and happiness.

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Poor Mum [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WUCPuD_RAZM&w=700]

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[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JorPc1F2-U8&w=700] [31.08 for the famous bit, but I reckon do the whole thing]

[youtube=http://youtu.be/svxJRTsRVtk&w=700] Thx Adam.

Oh, and if you liked that...

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 James Brown, the Godfather of Soul, the hardest working man in showbusiness, soul brother number one, founding father of funk and so much more. His musical career spanned an astonishing six decades, he was a major influence on rapping while he's beats...well, he's the most sampled artist.  Here's a short version, a few highlights before the quotes, but there's a fascinating Wikipedia entry on his life and career here which is well worth checking out.

He first hit fame in the Fifties as part of a group called the Famous Flames, touring on the "chitlin' circuit" (the opposite of the Borscht Belt); from then on, it was largely an upward arc as he revolutionised music and became one of 20th century music's major influences.

And yet, while he's undeniably a force of nature, he also has the record as the artist with the most singles on the Billboard Hot 100 without ever hitting number one on that chart.

The James Brown tour was one of the best in the business - or certainly the biggest, with an enormous band and a bigger retinue - the James Brown Revue had something like 40 or 50 people in it, all of them busing around the US, doing 330+ shows a year, most of them one-nighters - and most of them featuring the infamous cape routine, when he'd pretend to collapse from the emotion and be escorted from the stage with a cape over his shoulders. I think Elvis copied this too. He died in 2006 of heart failure.

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He wasn't joking when he said he had it tough. Born in 1933, as a young child, Brown and his family lived in extreme poverty in South Carolina. His parents separated when he was two, when his mum ran out on his dad for another man. He stayed with his dad (and his father's assorted girlfriends) until he was six, when he was sent to live with an aunt who ran a brothel.

He might have lived with relatives, but he still spend a lot of time on his own, hanging out or on the hustle. He worked hard as a kid, shining shoes, sweeping out stores, selling and trading in old stamps, washing cars and dishes and singing in talent contests. Brown also performed buck dances for change to entertain troops from Camp Gordon at the start of World War II as their convoys traveled over a canal bridge near his aunt's home.

He had an early passion for music, too. Between earning money, Brown taught himself to play a harmonica given to him by his father. He learned to play some guitar from Tampa Red, in addition to learning to play piano and drums from others he met during this time. He formed his first vocal group, the Cremona Trio, when he was just 12. That same year they won local talent shows at Augusta concert halls such as the Lenox and Harlem theaters. He was forced out of school in seventh grade for wearing "insufficient clothes".

When James Brown was sixteen, he was convicted of armed robbery and sent to a juvenile detention center in Toccoa. While in prison, he formed a gospel quartet with fellow cell mates Johnny Terry, "Hucklebuck" Davis and a person named "Shag", and made his own instruments – a comb and paper, a washtub bass, a drum kit made from lard tubs, and what he called "a sort of mandolin [made] out of a wooden box." Due to the latter instrument, Brown was given his first nickname, "Music Box". In 1952, while still in reform school, Brown met future R&B legend Bobby Byrd, who was there playing baseball against the reform school team.

Byrd's family helped Brown secure an early release in 1952 after he'd done three years of his sentence. The authorities agreed to release Brown on the condition that he would get a job and not return to Augusta or Richmond County and also under the condition that he find a decent job and sing for the Lord - as he had promised in his parole letter. After stints as a boxer and baseball pitcher in semi-professional baseball (a career move ended by a leg injury), he finally turned his energy to music.

The rest, as they say, is history. Notable highlights though...

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Influenced by having been booted out of school as a youth, his main non-musical activism was in preserving the need for education, particularly among black youths, who consisted of large school dropout rates in the mid-1960s. As a result of this, Brown wrote "Don't Be a Drop-Out", which was released in 1966 under the "James Brown and The Famous Flames" billing - though the actual recording featured none of its members with the exception of Brown (not to be confused with Dolly Parton's song the same year, "Don't Drop Out". Royalties from the song were given to charity, he was rewarded by President Johnson, and he always advocated, in songs and in speeches, the importance of education in school. When he was older, he'd occasionally go back to his childhood neighbourhood in Augusta and give out money and other things to those in need. A week before he died he visited an orphanage and gave out toys and turkeys.

Civil Rights. Brown and his band first participated in benefit concerts for civil rights groups starting in 1965, performing for organizations such as the SCLC. In 1968, Brown recorded two socially conscious songs, "America Is My Home" and "Say It Loud - I'm Black and I'm Proud". The former song, in which Brown performed a rap, advocated patriotism, pointing out that America was one of the few countries where "you can start as a shoeshine boy and shake hands with the President" and exhorting listeners to "stop pitying yoursel[ves] and get up and fight." This coincided with Brown's participation in performing in front of troops during the Vietnam War.

"Say It Loud" was written in response to pressure from black activists for Brown to take a bigger stance on their issues. The song was inspired by television coverage of black on black crime as well as concurrent issues concerning the riots that occurred following the assassination of Martin Luther King, Jr.. Brown wrote the words and asked his bandleader at the time, Alfred "Pee Wee" Ellis, to compose the music. The song's lyrics helped to make it an anthem to the civil rights movement. Some critics[who?] later stated that the song had gotten through to black youths better than some civil rights leaders' speeches. Throughout the remainder of his career and after his death, Brown was credited by some of his admirers for "destroying the word Negro from the vocabulary and making it cool to call yourself 'Black'." Brown performed "Say It Loud" only sporadically after 1969, later stating in his 1986 autobiography:

"The song is obsolete now... But it was necessary to teach pride then, and I think the song did a lot of good for a lot of people... People called 'Black and Proud' militant and angry – maybe because of the line about dying on your feet instead of living on your knees. But really, if you listen to it, it sounds like a children's song. That's why I had children in it, so children who heard it could grow up feeling pride... The song cost me a lot of my crossover audience. The racial makeup at my concerts was mostly black after that. I don't regret it, though, even if it was misunderstood.”

His personal life wasn't always settled. Gruelling schedule, always on tour. For the first 25 years of his professional career, he had a drug-free policy for his entire entourage and band. A few people were fired for going against his word, especially those who used drugs and alcohol. Noting of this policy, some of the original members of Brown's 1970s band, The J.B.'s including the Collins brothers, Catfish and Bootsy, intentionally got high on acid during a 1971 concert gig, causing Brown to fire them after the show because he had suspected them to be on drugs all along, according to Bootsy Collins. Towards the mid-Seventies though, he was allegedly using them himself anyway. In the mid Eighties he got into an angel dust storm with then-wife Adrienne Rodriguez. There were a few arrests for domestic violence.

Still though, an amazing performer. An amazing musician, poet, lyricist, dancer. A serious talent, in a man's world. Here are some quotes. They're not necessarily all amazing, but what is amazing is the context and background of some of the things he said. (ps - If you like this, do please share, and read some of my other "The Guy Quote" posts here. )

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Die on your feet don't live on your knees. I've outdone anyone you can name - Mozart, Beethoven, Bach, Strauss. Irving Berlin, he wrote 1,001 tunes. I wrote 5,500. Hair is the first thing. And teeth the second. Hair and teeth. A man got those two things he's got it all.

When I'm on stage, I'm trying to do one thing: bring people joy. Just like church does. People don't go to church to find trouble, they go there to lose it. … I'm not going to be joining ZZ Top. You know they can't play my stuff. It's too complicated. The one thing that can solve most of our problems is dancing.

I don't really care what people think, ... I just do my own thing. ... I like being loud and letting people know I'm there. Retire for what? What would I do? I made my name as a person that is helping. I'm like Moses in the music business. I'm twice as old, but I feel good.

I got a wife who likes expensive things, so she takes all the cash. I taught them everything they know, but not everything I know. Sometimes you struggle so hard to feed your family one way, you forget to feed them the other way, with spiritual nourishment. Everybody needs that.

It doesn't matter how you travel it, it's the same road. It doesn't get any easier when you get bigger, it gets harder. And it will kill you if you let it. I used to play one job and have 125 pair of shoes on the floor. What was I doing? I couldn't wear but one pair. My expectations of other people, I double them on myself.

Now, we own a publishing house that's way up in the billions of dollars and gets bigger and bigger. That's probably the only thing that makes me look like Bill Gates! Sometimes I feel like I'm a preacher as well, 'cause I can really get into an audience. The hardest thing about being James Brown is I have to live. I don't have no down time.

I did the thing with bonds, which was about 30 million dollars, and didn't get none of the money on them. They had a chance to see me look good and perform and be so neat again. A lot of young people felt shaken, 'cause there I was, 70 years old, looking half as young as they did! I only got seventh-grade education, but I have a doctorate in funk, and I like to put that to good use.

Michael Jackson has a very good heart. He was crying when he was giving me the award, 'cause his mind went back over the early days. I started Michael [Jackson] years ago. I saw him in Gary, Indiana, and we'd have him on the talent shows. He kind of emulated me, and did the best he could. My son don't have to say it loud, I'm black and I'm proud. He don't have to be called those crazy names.

They had a chance to see me look good and perform and be so neat again. A lot of young people felt shaken, 'cause there I was, 70 years old, looking half as young as they did!

I just thank God for all of the blessings. I used to think like Moses. That knocked me down for a couple years and put me in prison. Then I start thinking like Job. Job waited and became the wealthiest and richest man ever 'cause he believed in God.

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I want to say to you, help yourself, so you can help someone else. I've been held responsible for taxes I know nothing about. You can take care of yourself, and God helps those who help themselves.

I had to tell about my colonic, which expresses the fact why I'm so neat today as opposed to a few years ago. I never knew that the weight made that much difference.

I named my new son James Joseph Brown II. I think he's going to be a lot better than I was. I think the best thing about being James Brown is looking at my little son. Hopefully I can make my son a role model to a lot of people. I think what I came through is great, but my son can take it to another level, not having to fight racism. His mother's a Norwegian and I'm mixed up four or five times, so he can face the world.

I was stillborn. The midwives laid me aside, thought I was really gone. I laid there about an hour, and they picked me back up and tried again, 'cause my body was still warm. The Good Lord brought me back. I'd like to cut down on the work a little bit. I'm kidding about having only a few dollars. I might have a few dollars more.

My expectations of other people, I double them on myself. Thank God for the journey. The hardest thing about being James Brown is I have to live. I don't have no down time.

When God took it, he accepted it; when he brought it back, he accepted it. That's what's happening with me. You can't teach others if you are living the same way.

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And here's a documentary about him: [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MBKz8pDNuto&w=700]

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[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I_sEqSxh4VE&w=700] I'll leave you to find the breaks yourselves, but let's just say it's worth listening close at around 9.12, 15.20, 22.13... JUST LISTEN TO IT ALL IT'S AWESOME.

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I seen a hand, I seen a vision It was reaching through the clouds, To risk a dream

A shadow cross the sky And it crushed into the ground, Just like a beast

The old man's back again The old man's back again

I seen a woman, standing in the snow She was silent as she watched them take her man

Teardrops burned her cheeks for she thought she'd heard, The shadow had left this land

The old man's back again The old man's back again

The crowds just gathered, their faces turned away And they queue all day like dragons of disgust

All the women whispering Wondering just what these young hot-heads want of us And entres vie he cries

with eyes that ring like chimes His anti-worlds go spinning through his head He burns them in his dreams for half awake they may as well be dead

The old man's back again I see he's back again

I see a soldier, He's standing in the rain For him there's no old man to walk behind

Devoured by his pain bewildered by the faces who pass him by

He'd like another name the one he's got's a curse These people cried Why can't they understand His mother called him Ivan then she died

The old man's back again The old man's back again I can see him back again

[youtube=http://youtu.be/kzUHfU8WvGs&w=700] Soul and jazz singer Terry Callier has died. The 67-year-old songwriter experienced belated success in his career after working with acts including Massive Attack and Beth Orton.

Born in the Chicago projects, Callier was a childhood friend of Curtis Mayfield and Jerry Butler, and began singing in doo-wop groups in his teens. Later he became a fixture on the city's coffee house scene, releasing a debut album titled The New Folk Sound of Terry Callier in 1968. In the early 70s he released three critically celebrated "jazz-folk" albums and toured with George Benson and Gil Scott-Heron, but he had abandoned music for a job as a computer programmer at the University of Chicago until a new generation rediscovered his work in the early 90s.

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With the encouragement of the likes of Eddie Pillar of the Acid Jazz label in London, Callier started to gig again in the UK, and contributed to a Beth Orton EP in 1997. The following year he released his own album, Timepeace. It was only when that record won a United Nations award that his employers at the university discovered his new double life and dismissed him from his post.

"After all that had happened over the years, I wasn't looking to be a musician again because I had got used to having that pay cheque every two weeks," he told the Guardian in 2004.Five more albums followed, including 2009's Hidden Conversations, written and produced with Massive Attack.

(words via The Guardian)

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Via.

[soundcloud url="http://api.soundcloud.com/tracks/58693221" iframe="true" /] Lovely job Danny old son.

I mean, Gotye's good and everything, but... [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vT-Ew5GjbdQ&w=700]

Saw one of the original versions of Calypso Blues on Zissou's blog, reminded me of this bonkers one from 2009, Youn Sun Nah and her voicebox in Korea: [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O2iGwIl-qig&w=700]

(she also did THIS version of Metallica's Enter Sandman - not necessarily easy listening once she gets into it, but nonetheless impressive!)

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