Tuesday, September 30, 2003

Totally feeling the hauntological aspects of this peice about Limehouse. The East Ends former oriental underworld that is the no-mans land of Victorian fiction. Today Limehouse Cut is nearly all that remains of the last vestiges of this world. Overdeveloped and sanitised docklands apartments now take its place.
Conan Doyle and Sax Rhomer may have started the fictional mythology of this area but it continues to live on in modern fiction, most recently the "terror" of Limehouse was featured in Alan Mooores "The League Of Extraordinary Gentlemen." Kevin O'neils artwork depicts a scene of indeterminable chaos, where swathes of blue & purple mist all but drown out the red embers of fires and lights that peer through the smog. The "sly chinee" and whores swarm over the precarious balconies and walkways of high stacked buildings and Victorian gentlemen glide through the cracks in the mist delving into their pockets to pay for what ever busniess they may be on. The protagonist of this episode is the "devil doctor" or "Lord Of Limehouse" who is depicted "writing on a live mans skin with acid". This iconic notion of the Chinese gang lord residing within the lair of Limehouse is the direct descendent of the notorious Fu-Manchu who emerges out of the dank east end night in this quotation,

"Imagine a person, tall, lean and feline, high-shouldered, with a brow like Shakespeare and a face like Satan, a close-shaven skull, and long, magnetic eyes of the true cat-green. Invest him with all the cruel cunning of an entire Eastern race, accumulated in one giant intellect, with all the resources of science past and present, with all the resources, if you will, of a wealthy government--which, however, already has denied all knowledge of his existence. Imagine that awful being, and you have a mental picture of Dr. Fu-Manchu, the yellow peril incarnate in one man."
-- Nayland Smith to Dr. Petrie,
The Insidious Dr. Fu Manchu,

It seems that our folk devils have now moved into the middle east but when this was written they were firmly in the orient. The dashing "boys own" narrative coupled with the outrageously off hand rascism is quite breathtaking.

Monday, September 29, 2003

Now thats what I call a swinging party

Sunday July 13th - Liquid Liquid live


Angelo Badalamenti - Twin Peaks Theme (Warners)
Jon Hassell - Miracle Steps (ECM)
Sabu and his percussion ensemble - Sorcery (Columbia)
Tambores de Libertad - Cum-Bassee (Talent)
Yma Sumac - Xtabay (Columbia)
New Age Steppers - Fade Away (On U Sound)
Singers and Players - World of Dispensation (99)
The Congos - Congoman (VP)
Gray - Drum Mode (Gomma)
Foetus Under Glass - Spite Your Face (Self Immolation)
Mulatu Astaqé - Mètché Dershé (L'Arome)
Os Mutantes - A Minha Menina (Polydor)
23 Skidoo - Vegas El Bandito (Fetish)
23 Skidoo - Fuck You GI (Illuminated)
23 Skidoo - Coup (Illuminated)
Fela and Afrika 70 - Zombie (Celluloid)
Zafari - Addis Ababa (Lenar)
Dennis Coffey - Scorpio (Westbound)
Psychic TV - OV Power (CBS)
Mac - Abelton Live Shack Up / Beyonce / Chi-Lites / Rapture / Go go jam
Tilt - Arcade Funk (D.E.T.T.)
Bush Tetras - Can't Be Funky (Stiff)
ESG - Party Music (Popular)
Pigbag - Papa's Got A Brand New Pigbag (Y)
Mo-Dettes - White Mice (Rough Trade)
Graffiti - What Is The Problem (679)
Mac - Abelton Jam
Twitch - Contort Yourself (Optimo mix) (Ze)
Basic Bob - Dem Bones (Bootleg)
The League Unlimited Orchestra - Don't You Want Me (Virgin)The Birthday Party - Sonny's Burning (4AD)
X Ray Spex - Oh Bondage, Up Yours! (Virgin)
Johnny Cash - Ring Of Fire (CBS)
Echo Minnot - Original Fat Thing (Jammys)
Wayne Smith - Under Me Sleng Teng (Jammys)
Mac - Abelton reprise jam
Liquid Liquid - Optimo (99)

Friday, September 26, 2003

Broadcast are on tour in the uk soon, the london gig is in Islington. Be sure and get down there all lovers of psyche jumble & boot fair exsotica !

Thursday, September 25, 2003

Nice Boots
has anyone seen any jandek stuff for sale in london, I'm intrigued just like everybody else, I'm imagining the musical equivalent of the house in texas chainsaw massacre. old grandad in his rocking chair in some backwater mid western town that time passed by in the late seventies and old jandek shuffling about in the garage knocking a new l.p out. Of course this is such a romantic notion i bet its way of the mark, I bet it's all way more calculating than that. Apparently when asked by a reprter what he hoped people would get from his records he replied "There's nothing to get?" but of course there is everything to know and get from this dude.

Wednesday, September 24, 2003

Found a Derek Bailey c.d.in the library, totally on an econo tip this month, so just burnin . Its the one where he goes for it, atop some drum n bass. Not sure what to make of it, no ,I think its bad, I cant listen to it. I'd rather listen to the guitar on its own than some pedestrian drum n bass in the background. I mean its a nice idea and that. They had one more of his c.d.s so I'll check that.
Somedisco links to this site where there is some not bad stuff but its well nerdy and Record Collector Magaziney , and there is this guy who thinks he's well ard 'cos he's got all the Scott Walker albums for dead cheap off his "mates" in record shops who've all got names like Pete the Pric or Twat Geezer, goes on to describe Soft Machine as "trash" that you find in old mans record shops, I mean really.

Really want to pack my job in its actually making me ill just thinking about it. What could I do, Music & Video ? Teach English? Go mad ?
I'm gonna think it over, I know you care.

The onset of the Black Death, was described by Giovanni Boccaccio (1313-1375).

.....or sent upon us mortals by God in His just wrath by way of retribution for our iniquities, whence, after destroying an innumerable multitude of living beings, it had propagated itself without respite from place to place.....

Not such were they as in the East, where an issue of blood from the nose was a manifest sign of inevitable death; but in men a women alike it first betrayed itself by the emergence of certain tumors in the groin or the armpits, some of which grew as large as a common apple, others as an egg, some more, some less, which the common folk called gavoccioli. From the two said parts of the body this deadly gavocciolo soon began to propagate and spread itself in all directions indifferently; after which the form of the malady began to change, black spots or livid making their appearance in many cases on the arm or the thigh or elsewhere, now few and large, then minute and numerous.

Tuesday, September 23, 2003

Got up way to early
"Discreet Music", by Eno sssssssseeeeending me into hypnotic afternoon dreamtime nap, aaaahhh the pleasures of days off in the week, just drifting about.

"I got this start lying in my bed in the log cabin, hearing the wind blow between the criss-crossed logs. The winds in the winter could be ferocious; there would be blizzards, and you couldn't see a hand in front of your face. I tried to come to terms with that at the age of two or three. It wasn't as if I could turn off the wind, like somebody would turn off the radio; when one of those storms came it went on as long as it was going to last. And I found it very profound and awesome."

La Monte Young

A big narly old crow and a mad as fuck raggo squirrel fighting in the park stopped and staired me out as I passed them as if to say "Yeah what?" and then carried on after I'd gone by.

Those Were The Days pt 2:

"........So I am woken up and after the usual round of Indian bullshit the ticket collector tells me I am to run, when the train stops (which it did for about 10 seconds) along the side of the track to sleeper car number one where I should be. So I run past S1, S2, S3, no fucking Sleeper 1 !!! I try in vain to get into a second class cabin at least but all the doors are locked. The train starts moving and we are in the middle of absolute nowhere its dark and scary and I have all my bags on me. So I jump into an already packed 3rd Class cabin and have to sit crouched in a ball surrounded by a stinking, farting, spitting insane mass from Miraj to Pune (hours). Thats just the first part. I reach bombay and get stiched up by a taxi, then book into the Salvation Army-Bombay-not nice, scummy, no water in taps bed bugs and nutters galore! Plus I get ill BAD. Shits, fever, cramps, nausea. All day and all night it lasts. I was feeling so bad I nearly freaked out completely............"

Because its great and vivid and i feel like I was there and bird watching is where its at................

Sunday, September 21, 2003

"He's gonna make an appearance.
Was shown in a freakshow early on.
And drunk from small brown bottles since I was so long.

Cause I'm a Hip Priest

People only need me when they're down and gone to seed.
Cause I'm a Hip Priest."


nil nil
nil by mouth
sick on the cathode
suck on the anode

white collar chinos and smarm
flameing torch
"jupiters corruscating atmosphere"

descending daily
i see the usual suspects
swept under the door

My kind of people
on the dole
up for it
down on their luck but dont know it

records records records

foxes start biting
leaves shrivel in front of your eyes
a distant Mondeo revs its engine

its raining

and you've got no fags

"We heard Sandhill Cranes (Grus canadensis) and Canada Geese (Branta canadensis) calling and a Great Blue Heron (Ardea herodias) flew overhead"...........wow , could this be the mystery heron ?

Saturday, September 20, 2003

Whats a "necrotic cattle brand"

Here are some of the lyrics to "Cthulu Dawn" by Cradle Of Filth
not a patch on my paen to Lovercraft a couple moths back, oh yeah blogger where has my fuckin archive gone ?

Cthulhu dawn

Spatter the stars

Douse their luminosity

With our amniotic retch

Promulgating the birth

Of another Hell on Earth

Shadows gather poisoned henna for the flesh

A necrotic cattle brand

The hissing downfall pentagram

Carven deep upon the church doors of the damned

But no Passover is planned

A great renewal growls at hand

And only when they're running

Will they come to understand...

So ends the pitiful reign of Man

"Nice cup of tea boys ?"

Friday, September 19, 2003

Big tings a'gwan

London Best Places

Lea Valley nature reserve, reed beds canal all the way up to Waltham Abbey (but thats a route out jim) heaven in a wild flower, if anyone tries too fuck with this I will be chaining myself to the trees f'real.
Pellicis on Bethnal Green road and any still remaining family owned cafes
Abney Park Cemetry
Jims record stall Spitalfields (big up Jim, your price is right)
Discovering wicked little short cuts and hidden alleyways that were under your nose for years
Victoria Park, I love you dont go changing

Worst Places

Wood Green Shopping City and just in general
The N29 route up from Finsbury Park down green lanes
The suits around liverpool street (but thats not a place, it is a hideous state of mind)
Shit alley (Three Colts Lane)
The piss, the pigeons and the prostitutes (but jim dem girls gotta earn some doller get me)
Totem records Stoke Newington, this guys just taking the piss. Shop or museum he decide.

Finally payed off my fines and got some c.d.s out hackney central library,
Fripp & Eno-"Morning Star", blimey this is a bit brilliant
The Incredible String Band, ditto
Beth Gibbons & Rustin Man, firts track "Mysteries" is great sounds like a classic from long ago
Something by Keijo Heino, always wondered why the wire go on bout dis guy, still unsure but the two tracks I listened too were o.k. kind of psyche slow lament, not sure whether he's happy or sad, or angry!!! Cloaked in oriental fourth dimension mysterie

Scored a right result on Roman Road in the bhuddist charidee joint "Radons Daughter" for one pound fifty !!! also "Waterland" for ninety five pence and a Ultramarine twelve for a quid, the one with Robert Wyatt on it (the tracks main redeeming feature) "Kingdom", I feel an acid folk rush comin on!!!

oh yeah big up peking o

Wednesday, September 17, 2003

Field Recordings
Some intersting points from the revitalised heronbone I agree with that bumpkin reaction business, so many times the rejection and derision of the capitol is born out of jealous bumpkinism and a desire of said carrot cruncher to placate themselves of their meandering provincial exsistence. I know 'cos i was one (ten year ago). But all I ever wanted to do was move back to London, there wasn't any point in being in rural essex.

More amazing stuff thrown up from "Black Talk" (Ben Sidran) relating to the origin of the hipster and the drugs and music dichotomy.

"The hipster sought to escape from the guilt and anxiety that perpetuates the 'work ethic' of Anglo-conformity, and the techniques he adopted were all geared toward this end. He rarely tried to articulate his position to the 'square'; in fact, he seemed not to want to discuss the question of what the hip ethic was all about."

I guess its a case of if ya hav to ask then you just dont get it daddio.

Goes on to talk about the use of heroin on the jazz scene and the value or otherwise that this added to the music. I reckon "the drugs" can inspire the ear but creativity under their influence is definitely a no no. I mean this is a given right ? Which would tie up with what Art Blakey is saying here: "Musicians who have been junkies and then rid themselves of the habit have sometimes then really come into their own musically"
The fire of a redemption record, coming back from the edge surpasses the slow and steady, unless we're dealing with genius.

Love "Routes To India" (Ingram you is da badman) , in my naievety I always thought that La Monte Young cos he comes on so righteous in interveiws would have aschewed the worldy pull of narcotics, but I mean yeah , how else could he play for so long like that. I really want that Terry Riley record with the blue cover, I saw it recently but is was about fifty quid.

Going to see Spiritualized tonight at the Electric Ballroom (thats right bumpkins, beat happenings mid-week in the capitol), I know everyone hates them but I've still got a soft spot for old spaceman and can't wait to dig the crazy light show. The last time I saw them was when they did "Lazer Guided Melodies" and we like hung out with them backstage, I just remember that Jason going on about going to Raindance after the gig. It was then I started to realize that you can have the best of both worlds.

Tuesday, September 16, 2003

Lots of fish in the canal f'real

did you check out those "found" photos they're cool
I found a wallet with 270 quid in once on victoria park road, result.
I also "found" a 1/4 inch audio real of "After Cease To Exist" from t.g.'s "Second Annual Report", its got the Industrial Records stamp with the Martello Street address on it and everything. It's the same version as on the album. I wonder who lives in the Death Factory now or if the even know its significance . There are still loads of punks around London Fields, I was over there on sunday. This army of spanish crusties descended on the pub on the park, they so reckon themselves ! Some of the girls look alright one had a mercedes sign tattoed on her back.

back in 92 I played "crustie", bought a bus and everything, went to a few festivals. One memorable one was called "Torpedo Town", it was a few months after the legendary Castlemorton. The site was in a valley and adjacent hillside, there were loads of spiral tribe nutters, weekend ravers and just general crust about.
Spiral Tribe had a big system courtesy of Big Life who they had just signed too which seemed to be managed by a scary guy with a clubbed hand called 'Terminator Chris'. They knew the police were going to take it off them on the way out so they said we could take what bits we wanted. So we had some bins and hid them in the woods till the heat died down. cant remeber much more than that really apart from loads of old bill turned up and a building nearby got burned down. The music was pretty fast gabba core type stuff, although I do remeber dropping "Fire Island" by J.B.O in our marquee before the generator got struck by lightning. Ahhh those were the days.............

Monday, September 15, 2003

got paid
rough trade
"psychomania" o.s.t by John Cameron
rinse f.m. unbelevably wicked on saturday night about 10
stolichnaya the champagne of vodkas
Kruton on Resonance
Spiritualized on wednesday
Unpaid aol bill, cut me off
Dizzee Rascall on the cover of "East End Life"
The contents of a weird wardrobe always by the bins
Heronbone is no more ?
Mutliple blogs
Must post pictures
LCP web course
Leave the capitol
The largest heron ever down the hackney marsh, wingspan of a vulture
textual patterns like fragments
Must go on a really long drift
Thrift records
Pierre henry "psyche rock"
Aggressive begging
London no soul E.S Magazine culture
Saw a kestrel aswell, I know........
The last few butterflies
"Got any mushrooms"
Re-read and re-read
Reason garage
Prog doom
Tooth Of Lion Rules The divine
Electirc Wizard to support Chrome Hoof
"My name is Billy Jack step back or I will attack"
Spicy squid
an upturn
in outward


Thursday, September 11, 2003

Read Reynolds bit on the sixties, got a few bits to say finally after my brain collapsed earlier on in the week.

re the sixties: Just watched "Cul-De-Sac", visually stunning film, love the whole symbolism of the castle etc and Komedas music is wicked. Catherine Denuevs sister looks terrific and so does her record collection , the bit were the little boy scratches one of her tunes is painfull ! probably some well rare french pop , and ther'e all just randomly scattered about the castle floor.
My (older) ex-hippie ex-punk mates from back in the shire got me a ticket for Acid Mothers Gong, (stop snickering down at the back) apparently a supergroup comprised of members from each group, at the R.F.H. I know its not exactly Eskimo Dance, in fact probably the polar opposite but I like to cast my net wide y'know.

"I don't worry about a thing 'cause i know nothings gonna be alright"

Love the detroit debate, on a similar note, after reading the chapter on blues in "Black Talk" I've noticed how Moodymann is the bluesiest of the house boys, right down to the quoted speeches about Nat Turner and the radio excerpt announcing Marvin Gayes death on the run ins to his tunes. I'd never really made the blues/house connection, perhaps its only there as an embellishement in Moodymann, a cultural cipher, maybe it goes deeper.
Maybe I should do somework, nah..!

Tuesday, September 09, 2003

I know that link doesn't work , what is wrong with this shit ? Its at the featured reviews on pitchfork if you can be bothered.

What a retard

Like this guy's turn of phrase a lot


It got me thinking of other ways to describe what this music could be the soundtrack to.
A thousand cats wailing as they are crushed by a giant spiked wheel, or free falling through shards of broken glass into an infinitessimal blackness, drowning in a frozen peat bog while a pack of wolves cirlce and howl..............


I've so run out of ideas, oh yeah saw some dark stuff the other night, gonna borrow my brothers camera and keep it ready for the next time. And last night too, high speed car chase round weavers at 2:30 am thought they were going to crash into the block.
That exercize they did on the tube on sunday was well dark, shit I need to get off that central line, you just KNOW something going to happen.
This is now called PARANOIDDAZE.

Post hoe down low
super bad acid breaks and industrial handshakes

Friday, September 05, 2003

Cycled down to the nature reserve by the canal yesterday, Hackney Reed Bed Marshes its called or something. If you live in the area I recommend this spot, I had been past it loads and never ventured in. Its fantastic, I saw a jay really close up in the beech wood next to the reed beds. I love jays the're like funky crows. The remains of an old mill are in the centre of the reserve, a huge curcular alter.
While we're on the subject of wildlife Forward was pretty good last night, Jay Da Flex and Hatcha rocked it. These guys get magical at points, when they mix in the jittery UR style strings and things and give the bounce a little old school detroity flavour its sounds so dope.
Standing by the bins in plastic people I though Hatcha was gonna fracture ma rib cage with his rub. Plasticman was there put I dont think he played, must be doing alright though, as he was sporting a sharp new pair of Evisus.
Scored high this morning from my man down italfields market, Material "Secret Life" double and ACR "I'd Like To See You Again" twenty squid mate.
Could someone e-mail me and I'll send them a c.d. burn of something choice, jimclarke73@hotmail.co.uk

Thursday, September 04, 2003

Just dusting myself down wiping off the schrapnel from Ingrams latest mega tonne vinyl bomb. I kinda felt sick as I scrolled down to uncover those silver jewels. I mean I dont know that much about musique concrete, is it like the musical equivalent of exsistentialism ? Either way that wax looks desirable just for its sheer obscurity alone. (drool, slather........). Ive got to check out that stuff, I mean I heard Jim o'rourke talking about Parmegiani on that Wire site, some of the equipment they used sounds so barmy. Too much, I'd only just started getting into minimalism and now I've got this lot to deal with also, thanks Matt.

I have picked up some good stuff slightly on this tip before, and I'll tell were its good and cheap and you can go down the beach after.


Dont ask the guy what conditon his records are in though because "Of course all my records are mint" and dont ask to pay by credit card as it offends him.
Last time I was down there i got some dope italian re-issue of "Groupo Nouvo Musicale" if i remember rightly, Morricone concret-ish long compostions, fantastic.

Might go to Forward in a bit, its tough being a hipster, laters !
Juvenalia (c.2003)

Returning from camber
The beach
Cuts a swathe arcing out the to horizon
Flat hard rippled sheen of pools and gullies,
The wind bluffs over the top of the dunes
Sending puffs of sand like smoke signals,
To Indians across the bay

At Dungeness
The shacks huddle in wind worn cairns in the shingle
Lighthouse stands alone spiralling out of the ground
Shadowed by the power stations monolith,
Flotsam and litter dance together
Rusted roof stacks take hold
And defy the wind to steal them from this spot

Prospect Cottage the final home of Derek Jarman
Stands serene
Magic planted around its borders
Elder, to keep out the witches
Who rise upon the breeze at night
Blown high by the cold sea wind that wips up out of the blackness,
Throwing spirits high into the midnight air


This Thursday 4th September

KODE 9 >>


@ Plastic People >> 147 Curtain Road London >> EC2
10pm >> 2am
>> £5 all night

Wednesday, September 03, 2003

The link I meant to insert in the last post was www.technorati.com

john cale "sun blindness music" through p.c speakers/ hmmm mastered by Tony Conrad I see

"The Western view of the witchdoctor or shizophrenic as one who recieves "too much" of reality indicates this fear of perceptual excess."

My brother said there was a big scene down the dole office on mare street today when he was signing on. Some guy tried to launch a table and p.c. into the air. The table was screwed down so it didnt go far, I could hear multiple police sirens down the phone.
Someone keeps phoning me and hanging up its annoying and unnerving, I keep thinking I'm gonna get robbed.
Pleased to find out i've been getting some hits, this is good if you dont know about it

I like the thing about Mark E Smiths typewriter on peking o.blogspot, could be a blag though, how could you verify this.
If anyone wants a copy of World Of Echo by Arthur Russell on c.d. I'll send you one, my e-mails in the archive. i would post it up as an mp3 but I'm not that advanced yet. I've only just sorted out soundforge and all that. As far as I know this record has been neither re-released or bootlegged, its an amazing slice of ambient avant disco, quite on its own in terms of style really. I suppose I could set a question and make this like a competition, o.k
dead easy, which seminal disco/boogie record label did Arthur Russell establish and why did he name it thus?
Answers on a postcard.

"Sound now seek and you shall find"

Tuesday, September 02, 2003

Stop, count to ten, put back the two La monte Young c.ds, replace the Coil Live double pack, slide back the Ward 21 & Elephant man 7's that are hot, hot from yard, dont get drawn into conversation with record shop person, replace Glenn Branca c.d.s you are skint !!!! leave the shop now, compulsive record buying is a disease.......ahhhh but if I go back next week it will all be gone !!
on the bright side, I did win a free curry or chinese meal from a pack of walkers crisps.
only when I purchase one main dish though.
I guess I'll just have to go see big John down Greenwich, get there at the right moment and you can get some good booty.....

Monday, September 01, 2003

Niceee ! Two links now from the man like Luka, someone must be reading this shit now. Wow I'm orbiting in the lower reaches of the blogoverse within site of the the technically stunning TWANBOC and the frankly how can anyone be that clever and know so much Craner at, a time for fear. (respect k-punk & as always heronbone and the rest of yous)
Anyway after this extended shout out I have a coupla things to share this fine monday morn.
The first regarding the radio, my girlfriend just got a new phone that has radio and you can pick up every dam pirate in da galaxy, crisp as well. There are some fucked up happy hardcore stations out there as well as whole host of west african gospel stuff and some sub standard 96 uk garage shit. I will be searching out rinse etc, so keep with updates luka.

I know this is no revalation but my radio is quite shit so I just find something good and keep it locked. At the moment I've got it on Resonance which really good most of the time. I can reccomend the Origional Soundtrack Show with Johnny Trunk and guest. For those of you who arent familiar with Mr Trunk check out his website it is fanastic and has real rare whakky shit on it. www.trunkrecords.co.uk is it I think. Anyway he put out the amazing "Whicker Man" soundtrack for the first time a few years ago and more recently "Kes" which is a fantastic piece of British jazz and very evoctaive of childhood in the seventies. The shows on sundays 4.30 to 6.30 , check it!! (played some wicked stuff, best track Linus & Lucy by Vince Geraldie (?) and track by Stark Reality, e-mail me if you know anything bout these jimclarke73@hotmail.co.uk )

In attempt to enter the critical arena a la k-punk I found a copy of Theodor Adorno "Aesthetic Theory" which I aim to ingest part of in the near future. Once I have read "Black Talk" by Ben Sidran which my jazz mate lent me. Having read the amazing and unique "As Serious As Your Life" I feel ready to grapple with this tome which I am told is the holy grail. So expect some heavy essay type stuff real soon.

As for Timberlake well, my girlfriend bought the cd and i can see the low/high pop versus crediblity (neptunes) thing is a MAJOR issue right now, but fuck it man, its just pop !!!! (only joking) but, well it is isnt it. At first I thought yes he was a good performer etc, the sub-whacko moves the high pitch shit n'all . But I agree ultimatley he is lame and could push it much more if he wasn't some disney,peter pan surf nazi.
Saw the video for Fix Up Look Sharp on the big plasma in Virgin, looked ace.
Anyway fellow hipsters until later on ! Luka big up........

"Bow down and kiss the ring............"

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