Kendra Steiner Editions

May 14, 2013

BILL SHUTE & JIM D. DEUCHARS, poetry reading, Sunday 28 July, 3 pm, Amazing Books, Pittsburgh, PA

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save the date…

SUNDAY 28 JULY 2013

3 p.m.

AMAZING BOOKS

929 Liberty Ave.

PITTSBURGH, PA

B I L L   S H U T E    &    J I M  D.  D E U C H A R S

joint poetry reading

KENDRA STEINER EDITIONS INVADES PITTSBURGH!!!

we’ll be reading from old and new favorites at an exciting new bookstore

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….

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L-R   Brad Kohler, Bill Shute, Jim D. Deuchars (Pittsburgh, May 2011)

May 5, 2013

End the “Endless War”

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April 23, 2013

from Lisa Cameron, legendary figure in Texas psychedelic music, comes THE MANY MOODS OF VENISON WHIRLED (KSE #243)

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THE MANY MOODS OF VENISON WHIRLED (aka Lisa Cameron)

(KSE #243, cdr album)

$8 US postpaid/ $10 elsewhere

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(a legendary figure in the Texas psychedelic/new-music scene, Lisa Cameron has been slaying Austin audiences for years with her Venison Whirled feedback-based performances, and after her much-acclaimed VW 3″ cdr XIBALBA for KSE, we’ve answered your demand and issued an all-new full-length Venison Whirled album that captures the magic(k) and the diversity of the Venison Whirled experience)

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The great figures in the history of psychedelic music and culture were always pushing the boundaries and alienating people as they sought to  find that ultimate chord where they and their music became one with the cosmos. Although Austin-based percussionist and multi-instrumentalist LISA CAMERON is well-respected in the noise and free-improv scenes, and although she’s played with everyone from Brave Combo (she was in the original late 70′s lineup) to Roky Erickson to Jandek to members of Faust and Guru Guru (and she’s opened for everyone from Psychic TV to different incarnations of Hawkwind and the bands growing out of the Hawkwind diaspora), and also been a member of seminal groups such as ST 37, Glass Eye, Three Day Stubble, etc.,  her conception of the whole noise-drone aesthetic is rooted in the extremes of the original psychedelic era, rooted in White Light White Heat (which she bought as a child in Winfield, Kansas, and which changed her life) and Happenings Ten Years Time Ago and Blue Cheer.

That’s what makes her Venison Whirled performances so different from the performances of those who come out of the academic side of the new music scene or who come to noise out of avant-metal or who come to it out of the world of electronics and sampling. Lisa’s Venison Whirled seems to exist at the dividing line of that moment when a Yardbirds or Velvets or Blue Cheer performance crosses over into blissful and out-of-control feedback–Lisa has learned to control that lightning in a bottle, to manipulate it, and to build an aesthetic around it, and that’s the core of the Venison Whirled experience. As a percussionist, she understands the essence of vibration, and as a deep spiritual thinker, she also understands the spiritual essence of holy vibration. Remember, she is a PERCUSSIONIST—yes, she also plays the guitar, but this is feedback growing out of percussion, not guitar amp feedback.

Each track here—-growing out of the root elements of fire, water, air, and earth—-is sculpted feedback and distortion that’s also packed with found sound, speech, percussion, and on the final track, the beautiful wordless vocals of Alma Lee Cameron (Lisa’s partner and also co-member of Devil Bat). You can peel these sound sculptures apart and find all kinds of organic life and rich textures and pockets of energy. Or you can just let go and float downstream on the molten lava river as Elmer Fudd announces the apocalypse…let Venison Whirled fiddle while Rome burns! It’s 100% higher-key, 100% Texas, and 100% mind-bending. And it’s a numbered, limited, DIY edition of 123 copies…..anyone who’s caught the Venison Whirled experience live in Austin knows that Lisa provides a PHYSICAL psychedelic experience from her music, and these tracks were recorded live and carefully mastered to retain the physicality and deep presence of the original performances, some of which I was lucky enough to attend in person…

THE MANY MOODS OF VENISON WHIRLED…get your copy now!

Lisa is an important part of the KSE family–she performed at all 3 of the KSE live events in 2011-2012, and when I assembled the band for the June 2012 Jandek performance in Austin, Lisa was the first person I suggested to the Representative From Corwood, and as anyone who attended that show remembers (and I was also present at the rehearsal, where Lisa provided for Jandek a foundation that the rest of the band built off of), Lisa’s playing was the sonic glue that kept the Jandek ensemble unified…She’s an amazing person and artist, and KSE is honored to have her as part of our artistic family…

lisaLisa playing with ST 37 at the KSE Psychedelic Disaster Whirl, fall 2011

lisa and maniLisa playing with Mani Neumeier (Guru Guru), 1 January 2012

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the Venison Whirled  CDR   “Hyrrs to Isis” 

venisona Venison Whirled performance at Red 7,  in Austin in 2011

KSE concert fourBill Shute and Lisa, at the Salvage Vanguard Theater, right before the KSE 6th Anniversary Concert, April 2012

venison whirledthe 3″ mini-cdr XIBALBA was released by Kendra Steiner Editions in 2011

many moods

THE MANY MOODS OF VENISON WHIRLED (KSE #243)

 CDR’s of experimental music  presently available from KSE:

$8 US / $10 elsewhere, payment via paypal to   django5722(at)yahoo(dot)com

KSE #243 (CDR), VENISON WHIRLED (aka Lisa Cameron), “The Many Moods of Venison Whirled”

KSE #254 (cdr), DJIN AQUARIAN (of Ya Ho Wha 13)/SIR PLASTIC CRIMEWAVE & THE EVERAFTER, Live in San Francisco 10/2011

KSE #233 (CDR), ALFRED 23  HARTH / CARL STONE / SAMM BENNETT / KAZUHISA UCHIHASHI, “The Expats “

KSE #239, (CDR) FOSSILS, “Bells and Gulls”

KSE #251, (CDR) FORBES GRAHAM, “Return: The Journey”

KSE #247 (CDR), MARCUS RUBIO & BILL SHUTE, “Only The Imprint Of An Echo Remains”

KSE #237 (CDR),  MICHAEL BARRETT  (Belltonesuicide) & MIKE GRIFFIN (Parashi), “Birtual Seme-Alabak”

KSE #235 (CDR), BOOK OF SHADOWS, “Chimaera”

KSE #228 (CDR), UNMOOR, “Night Driver”

KSE #211 (CDR), METAL ROUGE, “let us pretend that we have no place to go“

KSE #207 (CDR), ALFRED 23 HARTH & CARL STONE, “Gift Fig”

KSE #206  (CDR), ERNESTO DIAZ-INFANTE, “Emilio “

KSE #238 (CDR), DANIEL HIPOLITO/EVA KELLY/BILL SHUTE, “Fascination”

KSE #222 (CDR), MASSIMO MAGEE, “Sopranino Solo, “ cover art by MP Landis.

KSE #220 (CDR),  MATT KREFTING, “Sweet Days of Discipline”

KSE #226 (CDR), DEREK ROGERS, “Born Into Systems”

Thanks for your support of independent non-aligned DIY arts organizations that circumvent the established “underground” hierarchy and connect person-to-person…

April 11, 2013

April-May 2013—New and Recent KSE music releases

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KSE    APRIL-MAY 2013  New and Recent music releases on CDR

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KENDRA  STEINER  EDITIONS    New and Recent Experimental-Music Releases on CDR

          hand-assembled, hand-cut, hand-numbered…imperfect and unique DIY editions

$8 postpaid in the US, $10 postpaid elsewhere

payment via paypal to   django5722(at)yahoo(dot)com  

 please include note w/ paypal order indicating which items you want

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KSE #243 (CDR), VENISON WHIRLED (aka Lisa Cameron, CDR), “The Many Moods of Venison Whirled” (a legendary figure in the Texas psychedelic/new-music scene, Lisa Cameron has been slaying Austin audiences with her Venison Whirled feedback-based performances, and after her much-acclaimed VW 3″ cdr for KSE, we’ve answered your demand and issued an all-new full-length Venison Whirled album that captures the magic and the diversity of the Venison Whirled experience)

many moods

KSE #254 (cdr), DJIN AQUARIAN (of Ya Ho Wha 13)/SIR PLASTIC CRIMEWAVE & THE EVERAFTER, Live in San Francisco 10/2011—-an incredible document that could have been released on Skydog back in the day—two higher-key-psych masters meet in San Francisco and YOU are there

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KSE #233 (CDR), ALFRED 23  HARTH / CARL STONE / SAMM BENNETT / KAZUHISA UCHIHASHI, “The Expats, “ recorded live at Superdeluxe, Tokyo, 2010

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KSE #239, (CDR) FOSSILS, “Bells and Gulls”

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KSE #251, (CDR) FORBES GRAHAM, “Return: The Journey” (stunning new album from the Boston trumpeter-composer)

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KSE #247 (CDR), MARCUS RUBIO & BILL SHUTE, “Only The Imprint Of An Echo Remains” (poetry and electronic music album, recorded in San Antonio, TX)

KSE #237 (CDR),  MICHAEL BARRETT & MIKE GRIFFIN, “Birtual Seme-Alabak” (the long awaited PARASHI/BELLTONESUICIDE duo album!)

KSE #238 (CDR), DANIEL HIPOLITO/EVA KELLY/BILL SHUTE, “Fascination”

KSE #235 (CDR), BOOK OF SHADOWS, “Chimaera”

KSE #228 (CDR), UNMOOR, “Night Driver”

KSE #211 (CDR), METAL ROUGE, “let us pretend that we have no place to go“

KSE #207 (CDR), ALFRED 23 HARTH & CARL STONE, “Gift Fig”

KSE #206  (CDR), ERNESTO DIAZ-INFANTE, “Emilio “

KSE #222 (CDR), MASSIMO MAGEE, “Sopranino Solo, “ cover art by MP Landis.

sopranino solo

KSE #220 (CDR),  MATT KREFTING, “Sweet Days of Discipline”

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coming soon: new albums from Alfred 23 Harth, Sprills of Ore (Eva Kelly), Tom Crean, and many more…

March 17, 2013

April 17, 2011

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April 16, 2011

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April 15, 2011

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March 10, 2013

new album “Return: The Journey” (KSE #251) from Boston trumpeter-composer Forbes Graham

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FORBES  GRAHAM

“Return: The Journey” (KSE #251, cdr album)

$8 US/ $10 elsewhere, postpaid

payment via paypal to django5722(at)yahoo(dot)com     please include note indicating what items you are ordering

the new album from the acclaimed Boston trumpeter-composer

FORBES cover

Although I had seen his name in print before, Boston-based trumpeter-composer Forbes Graham’s music first entered my world with the stunning 2010 album ESSENCES, a series of duets with percussionist Tatsuya Nakatani, seven tracks recorded in 2008, each inspired by a particular scent, or “essence.’ Graham’s jaw-dropping mastery of extended techniques, his repertoire of textures, his rich conception of sound-in-space….I was blown away, and the album was high on my best of the year list for 2010. I sent that list to Mr. Graham, and as I wanted to hear more of his work and to share that work far and wide, I invited him to record a new album for CDR release on Kendra Steiner Editions…..he graciously accepted, and the result is RETURN: THE JOURNEY (KSE #251)

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RETURN: THE JOURNEY is an almost-hour-long excursion through different terrains in each of the eight tracks. As the album begins, we’re taken into some anonymous space with distant coughs and creaks and footsteps and speech just beyond our reach, but that pulls us into the space, making it quite specific, and while this is happening abstract smears of heartbeat-funk electronics and crinkling percussion provide the listener with a sense of the life force present in whatever space we inhabit. Track two brings Forbes’ trumpet into the scene, darting and querying and engaging in a dance with the electronics (all sounds by Mr. Graham, by the way), and each track after that takes us into another new territory in sound. There is deep African soil mixed into snippets of contemporary  intellectual-speak and sci-fi travels into into the cosmos…in some ways, this is the perfect updating of those areas investigated by Sun Ra and Don Cherry in the previous century. And Graham’s trumpet is a traveler on this journey, along with the listener. You’ll hear echoes of players as diverse as cornetist/trumpeter Tricky Sam Nanton, of the early Ellington years, to the pure-sound explorations through extended techniques of trombonist Albert Mangelsdorff. However, it’s fair to say that the album highlights Graham the composer and painter-in-sound, as opposed to being an instrumental blowout.

A writer is never supposed to say that “this album seems longer than it is,” but this one DOES in the sense that you lose all sense of time. It may clock in at around an hour, but the depth of the material and the breadth of the journey are such that I could have just spent an afternoon with the album. Near the album’s close, on the track “Walkthrough: National Portrait Gallery” we are once again knee-deep in site-specific environmental sound, as if we are “touching down” again on the ground before taking off again on the final track with “Black Starships Executing Spacefold Operations.”

Forbes Graham has delivered us a fascinating album that really cannot be put comfortably into any genre. The man’s compositional skill sits alongside his instrumental skills and spontaneity, and the found-materials of contemporary life, which act as a kind of seasoning and thickener in this 21st Century gumbo. And there’s always that hint of abstract funk in the background, almost like a trace element in a homeopathic mixture–more of an echo than a physical presence.

Listeners who appreciate modern composition, field recordings, free-improv, and audio collage will find RETURN: THE JOURNEY a fascinating trip, one that they will return to often.  Forbes Graham is working in his own unique territory here—I can’t think of anyone who combines elements the way he does. It will be exciting to hear the new directions he’ll venture into on his next album…and the one after that…

I usually don’t quote the artist’s verbatim statements on the music unless s/he requests it, but Graham’s comments on this album are so clear that they can only be weakened by paraphrase, so I’m going to quote in full his take on the album: “Returning is the process of traveling to a destination that represents sincerity, humility, and quiet dignity. Therefore, my task is to produce music and sound that as honestly represents my feelings and thoughts as possible. The travel is that exploration through different fields, ideas, and genres within the framework of some sort of overarching idea.    Whatever I do, in my own way, I try to keep it funky, which is probably most notable on a track like “We Got It”. But the whole album drips with a feeling of sci-fi future funk. It never can hurt to be funky, and sometimes we need the release and escape of imagining fantastical other worlds.”

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Forbes Graham is a trumpet player, composer, and electronic musician based in Boston. He has performed and or recorded across North America and Europe with David Gross, Rakalam Bob Moses, Joe Morris, Luther Gray, Jim Hobbs, Raqib Hassan, Syd Smart, Birgit Ulher, Leonel Kaplan, Jack Wright, Tatsuya Nakatani, Daniel Levin, Ras Moshe, Laurence Cook, Jacob William, Cooper-Moore, Darius Jones, Sabir Mateen, Pandelis Karayorgis, Kevin Frenette and many more wonderful artists.

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Selected FG discography

Interdimensional Science Research Orchestra – Suns of Ra

Forbes Graham – I Won’t Stop

Weasel Walter/Paul Flaherty/Greg Kelley/Forbes Graham – End of the Trail

Weasel Walter/Marc Edwards Group – Blood of the Earth

Tatsuya Nakatani & Forbes Graham – Essences

Construction Party – Instruments of Change

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while ordering Forbes Graham’s new album, why not pick up more independent, original, and spellbinding  experimental music that you cannot get elsewhere:

KSE #243 (CDR), VENISON WHIRLED (Lisa Cameron), “The Many Moods of Venison Whirled”

KSE #255 (CDR),  ERNESTO DIAZ-INFANTE / LISA CAMERON / LEE DOCKERY, Live at the KSE 6th Anniversary Concert

KSE #239 (CDR),  FOSSILS, “Bells and Gulls,” 

KSE #254 (CDR), D J I N   A Q U A R I A N ,  SIR  PLASTIC   CRIMEWAVE   &  THE   HEREAFTER   

KSE #235 (CDR),  BOOK OF SHADOWS, “Chimaera”

KSE #206  (CDR), ERNESTO DIAZ-INFANTE, “Emilio “

KSE #222 (CDR), MASSIMO MAGEE, “Sopranino Solo, “ cover art by MP Landis.

KSE #220 (CDR),  MATT KREFTING, “Sweet Days of Discipline”

KSE #247 (CDR), MARCUS RUBIO & BILL SHUTE, “Only The Imprint Of An Echo Remains” (poetry and electronic music album, recorded in San Antonio, TX)

KSE #211 (CDR), METAL ROUGE, “let us pretend that we have no place to go“

KSE #237 (CDR), MICHAEL BARRETT & MIKE GRIFFIN, ““Birtual Seme-Alabak” (aka Belltonesuicide and Parashi)

KSE #228 (CDR), UNMOOR, “Night Driver”

KSE #226 (CDR), DEREK ROGERS, “Born Into Systems”

KSE #208 (CDR), ANTHONY GUERRA & BILL SHUTE, “subtraction” (limited USA re-press of CD originally issued on Black Petal Records, Australia)

KSE #214 (CDR), SABRINA SIEGEL,”Bottlecaps” 

KSE #238 (CDR), DANIEL HIPOLITO/EVA KELLY/BILL SHUTE, “Fascination”

ALL LIMITED HAND-ASSEMBLED, HAND-NUMBERED HOMEMADE DIY EDITIONS WITH VARYING COVER STOCKS AND INKS, MADE IN TEXAS

$8 each US postpaid/$10 elsewhere for first CDR, $8 each after the first…

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COMING SOON:

APRIL-MAY 2013…SPRILLS OF ORE (Eva Kelly)

JUNE-JULY 2013ALFRED 23 HARTH, Micro-Saxo-Phone: 4

………………..

Traces (from Hours Past Sunset)

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                              TRACES

 

                  the  assembled  singers,      shimmering

                                          but   set  to a moderate heat,

                              layered on risers   

                                                  and flanked        by baffles,

                                     wordlessly            in – ton – ing

 

                                                     color     and     shade

                                                            and   blend

                                                                      and  balance

 

                                 but as humidity

                                        they  cannot    be seen,

                                                   only felt

 

                                              freshly blown sand

                                                   across  recent  footsteps

                                                somewhere      between

                                                     Artesia  and  Alamogordo

      

 

           over  an  image    sharp and deep

                           we  place       a sheet

                                                       of  tracing  paper

 

                                            stubby, nail-bitten  fingers

                                                       trying to hold

                                                                  it           in  place

            the other hand

                   taking a pencil             and copying

                        the    general   line

                      not worrying

              about  detail

           or  precision

 

leaving it all

 

            to  texture

                     and   accident

Don’t Look Back

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D  O  N  ’  T      L  O  O  K      B  A  C  K

 

                                            I

 

two          lean            sixty-watt  bulbs

 

              separate,  unadorned  by  bases or covers

 

      hang  about  a  foot  from  the  textured ceiling

 

 (christened with the contents of exploded Coke cans   

                 and  rusty water

                           from  unrepaired  roof leaks)

 

    of  the Live Oak Washateria    .    the street outside

 

       deserted   

                               save for a few nightshift workers,

 

   expired  inspection stickers on their pea-soup

                   green        used cars                         or

 

  those   driving  home  alone  from the last call,

          trying   , slowly,    to stay within those weaving

                 yellow stripes

 

                           three of the seven washers

                           sit, broken, half-full of dark water

                           sour-stinking,   clouded,   they’d be

                           attracting mosquitoes  if any   rain

                           had fallen     in the last ten weeks

 

          not enough light to tell

      if  the  clothes  are clean

 

                                              as  intended

 

                   a quick cigarette (while

                   sitting outside Marie’s Ethnic Hair Care

                   next door)          fills   me   with

                         nicotine     courage  and  animation

 

while  my  security-guard uniform  and  underwear

         and  socks   and  two towels

                 tumble  halfway-dry .

 

       leaning    forward   to  read  the headlines on

                 yesterday’s  Express-News  through

                         the caged front of the bottle-green

                               newspaper  machine:

 

Bush vetoes child health insurance plan

*

Mayors along Texas-Mexico border protest

proposed border wall

 

 

             the  uniform must be kept clean

 

                    protecting  someone else’s   property

 

                           the lawns mowed

                                    transients shooed away

                              hedges manicured

                     soda-straws and Doral filters removed

                          from the parking lot

 

back inside among the laundry,       talk-radio

      bangs  the  drum      slowly   and   surely, 

              in heartbeat-like measure ,  preparing us

 

    for the next overseas  invasion      and occupation

 

             create  enough  of  an  internal  storm,

         and we’ll  shoot  out    the  mirror  ,

  blissfully unaware        sinking  into  grotesquerie ,

       while  FoxNews  tells us 

              we’re the fairest of them all

 

                              

                                       II

 

this  San Antonio  crockpot 

                                            three-quarters  full :

 

      a  stew  of    whispers   and    gestures

 

                   of    details      and    textures

 

                   of    weeds       and    warehouses

 

                   of    haircuts   and    hemmed jeans

 

                   of    chlorine   and    ash

 

 

 

         the pre-sunrise remnant,             family–

            heirs               not  of  this  rounded world,

        smothering as it sands off our rough edges

             into sameness.

                       No–     heirs  elevated  into

                                            the  fullness  of  time

 

 

                               III

  

                       the furniture     loosens

               the  body  struggles

       the  mind’s  wiring  frays

 

       arms and legs  flailing away

               against the river

                       rising to reclaim its own

 

 

                                  the web    unravels

                                             into        lines

                                                     of  a  curvature

 

                                                     so  subtle

                                             as  to   be

                                  unnoticed

 

***

 

outside   again

 

towels  still                  not  dry

 

***

 

arrangement                                               alignment

 

spilled   Budweiser

(beechwood, rice, and gravel)

 

 

echo   of an echo      of

a  train’s  horn,

falling   tonal   contours

east  of  town

 

 

moths   scurrying  in  space,

feather-stepping   in  time,

 

artificial light         distracting them

from  night-blooming  flowers

and  pollination

 

 

bending   headlights  and muffled

car stereos       as  4 a.m.   

employees  arrive at

Taqueria Jalisco #3

two  doors  down

 

 

clicking and droning of

air-conditioners cycling

on and off

from all directions

through  the  night

 

 

pure experience     translated

                             from   sensation

                                              into words,

                             dubbed into English,

                             the  line-readings

               not matching  the lip movements

         or  the  gestures 

   or  the   facial  expressions

 

 

another  one  in     the sea of faces,

neither   unjust  nor  courageous,

back for another round            another shift

another  walk        on either side of the third rail

another   danse macabre      around the void

with a  glorious     pasted-on      sh*t-eating  grin

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