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Tzara said:
  • First, some sop for Angie, a guy named Lester Younghttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hmXxpCTpK3E.
  • Oddly, I always remember these guys as being named Fevre Tree. Somehow that, however dumb, would have been a cooler name. Nothing, though, seems to agree with me. Anyway, this is dorky psychedelic music, relying way too much on the guitar effect.

    I did have a bad dream about it, though. Almost wrote a bad poem about it. But, thankfully, I forgot the words.
  • This could be my 45! I had this song!

    Yes! It sounded this tinny for me too!

    What?! Who is shouting?!

    What?!
  • They are a delightful group of guys and extremely talented, are they not? And, if I am not mistaken, playing some fine vintage Vox instruments.

    Sucky music, though. Never liked them. This was a hit, though.

    Why I can't right criticize yur other gens songspielnesses, actually.
  • Oh. Here the volume is too low. I like to think that Schönberg should be played like AC/DC. Crank this one up, folks. Play it loud! Play loud proud!
  • What? Um, yes, as a matter of fact I did say AC/DC, didn't I?

    Why do you ask?
:cool:
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You know how to make a girl smile, don't you? I'm not sure of everyone in that clip, but I recognize Papa Jo Jones (the drummer who takes over--from Big Sid Catlett--at the start of the clip). Lester always played best with Jo behind him, I think. And that's a very young Harry "Sweets" Edison on trumpet. The other tenor player is, I'm pretty sure, Illinois Jacquet. He had that honking sound, which he transferred into early rock pretty easily. This was all part of the Jammin the Blues sessions, so I believe it was recorded in 1942.

When you listen to Lester, you can hear the bridge he was between the early sweet sounding sax solos and bebop, which was, in 1942, the new upcoming thing in jazz.

Yes, I love me some jazz. :)
 
And what a fascinating jukebox this has been the past week or two, you amazingly diverse bunch. Y'all never cease to astound me with the depth around here.

So today, I'm adding Tom Waits. My love for this man and his work is just too purple to even go into. A set of gritty love, of after-hours alchemical weddings in dirty diners, of what is Real and True underneath the gloss, of the salt and steadfastness of strangers, of the stunning, sulphurous legends of a dark city street, of the true filthy angels you meet at 3 am.


Temptation The eternal quest continues, for others like myself who can SO imagine fucking to this song.

I can't possibly not play Misery


Downtown Train Slightly more accessible than some of his others, but I like it anyway.

Chocolate Jesus. The man is a shaman. And do please dig on the innovative percussion instruments. How perfect is that?

And Down in the Hole. Just YUM.

Bonus Cut: I always like coming up with things that will make The Seraphic Chef say, "What? You're not old enough to be into that." So although I believe I've posted this cut before, here's Tom on Fernwood 2Nite.

en-joy.

bj
 
Tzara said:
The Daily Flash, actually.

It's a long story.
You may be right about the keyboard, Chef Z, but that is not a Gibson guitar. Look at the headstock. I think it's a Vox Bobcat. The style of the guitar is based on the Gibson 335, so it resembles a Gibson.
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By golly, you're right, my friend...I went back and looked, and sure enough... I'll be more careful in the future...
 
unpredictablebijou said:
And what a fascinating jukebox this has been the past week or two, you amazingly diverse bunch. Y'all never cease to astound me with the depth around here.

So today, I'm adding Tom Waits. My love for this man and his work is just too purple to even go into. A set of gritty love, of after-hours alchemical weddings in dirty diners, of what is Real and True underneath the gloss, of the salt and steadfastness of strangers, of the stunning, sulphurous legends of a dark city street, of the true filthy angels you meet at 3 am.


Temptation The eternal quest continues, for others like myself who can SO imagine fucking to this song.

I can't possibly not play Misery


Downtown Train Slightly more accessible than some of his others, but I like it anyway.

Chocolate Jesus. The man is a shaman. And do please dig on the innovative percussion instruments. How perfect is that?

And Down in the Hole. Just YUM.

Bonus Cut: I always like coming up with things that will make The Seraphic Chef say, "What? You're not old enough to be into that." So although I believe I've posted this cut before, here's Tom on Fernwood 2Nite.

en-joy.

bj
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*making note to self; add Temptation to Music to Fuck To list*

HAAWTNESS!

That song is like having your back raked with newly cut fingernails....
 
unpredictablebijou said:
Bonus Cut: I always like coming up with things that will make The Seraphic Chef say, "What? You're not old enough to be into that." So although I believe I've posted this cut before, here's Tom on Fernwood 2Nite.

en-joy.

bj
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See, now here's the thing...On another thread, there's this conversation going on regarding The Andy Griffith Show, which I don't get--didn't get it then, don't get it now. But Fernwood 2Nite...now THAT'S television!!! If only I could get a DVD of this series. That and it's foster parent, Mary Hartmann, Mary Hartmann. If Fred Willard isn't the funniest straight man in the history of television, I don't know who is (although Jeffrey Tambor on The Larry Sanders Show came pretty close).

BJ, my sweet, I'll take all the Fernwood you can give me.
 
Since bluerains put up her Eagles song on the I Am Music thread, I haven't been able get the Eagles out of my mind until I got this out, but I'm really only a fan of the band when they do these kinds of songs. Without Don Felder (the least-known Eagle) the band is ordinary at best--their last tour and the Walmart album is without him. And notice how many of these songs come from the same record (Hotel California). This is a "sit back with a tequila" set.

THE EAGLES

Hotel California The acoustic version

Desperado

Take it to the Limit ...but only Randy Meissner's original version

Wasted Time

The Last Resort

Pretty Maids

Seven Bridges Road a Capella
 
Anschul said:
Here's another collection from the day. This is The Funk Brothers, the backup band to Motown records. If there wasn't The Funk Brothers, there wouldn't be a Motown Sound.

Enjoy THE FUNK BROTHERS

Martha Reeves

Chaka Khan

Jimmy Ruffin

Gerald Levert

Bootsie Collins
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Bootzilla baby!

Between Otis and the Funk Brothers, I could just move in and take up permanent residence in here.
(Standing in the Shadows of Motown is a seriously good documentary)
Chef, this past weekend CBS FM (NYC's resident oldies station) had their 35th anniversary celebration....a live concert at Jones Beach featuring Chicago and The Doobie Brothers. Made me think about you. Musta been a hell of a show. Sorry I missed it.

unpredictablebijou said:
o see now THAT's what I'm talkin' bout.

*groovin around the shop, gettin' all sweaty, and gettin' DOWN as only a mayonnaise-eatin' white grrrl can...

bj
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LOLZ! :D You're killin' me girl!

*clears the bar top to dance with Bj*
 
unpredictablebijou said:
Here ya go, baby. Letz dance...

Flashlight

Do Fries go with that Shake?

And then we gonna slow it down... C'mere.

MM. mm mm mm, if you know what I'm sayin'.


bj
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*dreamy eyes*
Yes....God is a DJ.

'Kay, but keep your hands where I can see 'em....you know what music does to me. I cannot be held accountable for my actions in this inebriated state.
Whatever you do....do NOT put on a Marvin Gaye slow jam next (especially not Distant Lover)......just sayin'.
 
sassynyc said:
*dreamy eyes*
Yes....God is a DJ.

'Kay, but keep your hands where I can see 'em....you know what music does to me. I cannot be held accountable for my actions in this inebriated state.
Whatever you do....do NOT put on a Marvin Gaye slow jam next (especially not Distant Lover)......just sayin'.
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As an audiosexual, I would not take advantage of your vulnerability like that.

However, I'm not above a little...

Isaac Hayes

C'mon and grrrrrooooove with me.

And of course, there's this.

Man I love that. I sing it all the time in my car. So no one has to hear me.

daaaamn right.... can you dig it?

bj
 
unpredictablebijou said:
As an audiosexual, I would not take advantage of your vulnerability like that.

However, I'm not above a little...

Isaac Hayes

C'mon and grrrrrooooove with me.

And of course, there's this.

Man I love that. I sing it all the time in my car. So no one has to hear me.

daaaamn right.... can you dig it?

bj
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Audiosexual.....I like it. I'm claiming that title.
You are freakishly accurate in your song selections. Have you been rifling through my CD collection again? Funny thing is, I'm not the biggest Hayes fan in the world, but Walk On By is my absolute favorite by him.
Sexiest song he ever made, imo. Shaft is a close second (not really sexy, but tres funky, no?)
 
sassynyc said:
Audiosexual.....I like it. I'm claiming that title.
You are freakishly accurate in your song selections. Have you been rifling through my CD collection again? Funny thing is, I'm not the biggest Hayes fan in the world, but Walk On By is my absolute favorite by him.
Sexiest song he ever made, imo. Shaft is a close second (not really sexy, but tres funky, no?)
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I believe I invented the term - it had to be differentiated from 'audiophile' which gets thrown around too much.

I wrote a little blog about it but I can't find the link now. I can, however, find the text of it in a file, so in a moment of horrible ego I will go ahead and repost.

For a while I had this in my sig line as a link, in an effort to find anyone else like this. After six months with no response I took the link out. It's somewhere back in the caves of the AH dear x thread, I do believe, but gawds, there'd be no finding it now.

So here's the text. Maybe, just maybe, I've found one?

***
Dear X
I need to explain this part of me to someone, even though it immediately labels me as completely alien, strangely wired beyond any hope of commonality. I know of no one else like me in this respect. But here it is, confessionally in this anonymous place.

To describe myself as primarily auditory doesn't even begin to explain what sound does to me. It's not that I have such acute hearing; in fact my ability to hear is a little below normal because of some childhood illnesses. It's not perfect pitch, although I have damn fine relative pitch and an excellent ear for language and music. I'm a mynah bird; I can imitate very well because I can run audio in my head.

Here's part of what makes me so alien: I think in pica type. I cannot form pictures in my head, cannot “visualize” people's faces. When I close my eyes to imagine something, say, an apple, I see the word, apple, typed out as if on a screen, and I hear a voice say “apple”. I can adjust the font of the word, change its size and color, and if I work very hard, I can form it into a concrete poem in my mind: the word in the shape and color of an apple, the stem made from the word “stem”, the leaf, and so on.

I can also adjust the voice; I can hear my own internal voice or I can play the word “apple” as spoken by any of my friends, or anyone whose voice I've heard. Vincent Price saying “apple”, or Alfred Hitchcock, or George Bush, or Myrna Loy. I often don't recognize minor acquaintances until I hear a voice. I have no real visual memory; things fade as soon as I cease to look at them. But ask me to call up the sound of something, of a place or person or event, and I can run the recording in my head.

Music is a powerful force for me, as you might expect. It often affects me physically. I can always feel it, internally, not just the vibrations but the combinations of tones as an alphabet, a string of sentences and paragraphs in my head, some sort of code that translates into physical sensation. I have actually had orgasms, quite regularly, listening to certain pieces of music. I am not exaggerating. I have to be careful of the radio when I drive, the music I listen to at work. Low volume helps; if I turn it up too high in the car I sometimes have to pull over.

The songs that do this to me are random, and it is not their quality or their particular key; whatever it is it is complex enough that I cannot yet predict it. Certain combinations or qualities of tone, certain chord progressions, certain musical ideas, certain types of rhythm, have been known to actually make me physically climax. The arousal process is much like sex itself, starting slow, moving to ever higher levels and over into a peak. if a song is long enough, or I play it twice or whatever, I can actually get off. Different songs have different effects, and their effect may shift over time, or they may be consistent in their effect on me. Dancing in clubs, I am often having numerous little orgasms out on the floor, especially if I can make my way over in front of a large speaker. Which of course I try to do.

This sounds crazy. It IS crazy. I don't know of anyone else who has this particular characteristic. It is as if the universe is conspiring to keep me in a low state of arousal virtually all the time. It is as if there are little pieces of programming (before you interpret alien conspiracy in this viewpoint, I see no more “Mind” or intent behind that idea than I would see behind the development of a lotus blossom, or the existence of giraffes.) inside pieces of music, small bits of random information that just happen to hook into my chemical nature and create these effects. I don't know; it's always been here but oddly, I've never tried to explain it before. Those who are very close to me know of this phenomenon and don't argue when I turn certain music down or ask that a song playing on the stereo be repeated. Certain human voices have strong effects on me as well. Very strong effects.

The rest you know. My interest in hearing more of your voice, in numerous contexts and both live and recorded, should be obvious now.
 
sassynyc said:
Bootzilla baby!

Between Otis and the Funk Brothers, I could just move in and take up permanent residence in here.
(Standing in the Shadows of Motown is a seriously good documentary)
Chef, this past weekend CBS FM (NYC's resident oldies station) had their 35th anniversary celebration....a live concert at Jones Beach featuring Chicago and The Doobie Brothers. Made me think about you. Musta been a hell of a show. Sorry I missed it.



LOLZ! :D You're killin' me girl!

*clears the bar top to dance with Bj*
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Sassygirl, I think I saw that show in San Francisco in 1972. But then it was Chicago Transit Authority, Terry Kath was alive and played guitar, and they knew what rock and roll was. This Chicago is a pop band. And the Doobies had Michael McDonald, and doobie meant something.



unpredictablebijou said:
I believe I invented the term - it had to be differentiated from 'audiophile' which gets thrown around too much.

I wrote a little blog about it but I can't find the link now. I can, however, find the text of it in a file, so in a moment of horrible ego I will go ahead and repost.

For a while I had this in my sig line as a link, in an effort to find anyone else like this. After six months with no response I took the link out. It's somewhere back in the caves of the AH dear x thread, I do believe, but gawds, there'd be no finding it now.

So here's the text. Maybe, just maybe, I've found one?

***
Dear X
...
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BJ my dear, just for that, I may just go digging through my archives and find you some of my radio tapes ... did I ever mention that I started out my professional life as a radio DJ and newscaster? My tapes are pretty cool--music from the early seventies--Eagles, Heart, Isaac Hayes, Motown, Memphis-Stax, some (shock alert here...) Neil Diamond, even some late Elvis. I often worked the overnight shift. AA says that it's my "phone-sex voice" that first attracted me to her when we were courting over the telephone. My overnight radio days were filled with music, as is my life every moment of every day now. Maybe I'll make you a tape of a story. Got a story you'd like to hear?
A
 
Anschul said:
BJ my dear, just for that, I may just go digging through my archives and find you some of my radio tapes ... did I ever mention that I started out my professional life as a radio DJ and newscaster? My tapes are pretty cool--music from the early seventies--Eagles, Heart, Isaac Hayes, Motown, Memphis-Stax, some (shock alert here...) Neil Diamond, even some late Elvis. I often worked the overnight shift. AA says that it's my "phone-sex voice" that first attracted me to her when we were courting over the telephone. My overnight radio days were filled with music, as is my life every moment of every day now. Maybe I'll make you a tape of a story. Got a story you'd like to hear?
A
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Interesting. Yet more similarity between you and my First Mate. He is your age, and has spent his life in radio and tv, beginning with overnight shifts in radio when he was seventeen. And yes, part of his appeal for me initially was his voice.

I will look more closely at your stories and see which one I want to hear in your voice... yum.

bj
 
unpredictablebijou said:
I believe I invented the term - it had to be differentiated from 'audiophile' which gets thrown around too much.

I wrote a little blog about it but I can't find the link now. I can, however, find the text of it in a file, so in a moment of horrible ego I will go ahead and repost.

For a while I had this in my sig line as a link, in an effort to find anyone else like this. After six months with no response I took the link out. It's somewhere back in the caves of the AH dear x thread, I do believe, but gawds, there'd be no finding it now.

So here's the text. Maybe, just maybe, I've found one?

***
Dear X
I need to explain this part of me to someone, even though it immediately labels me as completely alien, strangely wired beyond any hope of commonality. I know of no one else like me in this respect. But here it is, confessionally in this anonymous place.

To describe myself as primarily auditory doesn't even begin to explain what sound does to me. It's not that I have such acute hearing; in fact my ability to hear is a little below normal because of some childhood illnesses. It's not perfect pitch, although I have damn fine relative pitch and an excellent ear for language and music. I'm a mynah bird; I can imitate very well because I can run audio in my head.

Here's part of what makes me so alien: I think in pica type. I cannot form pictures in my head, cannot “visualize” people's faces. When I close my eyes to imagine something, say, an apple, I see the word, apple, typed out as if on a screen, and I hear a voice say “apple”. I can adjust the font of the word, change its size and color, and if I work very hard, I can form it into a concrete poem in my mind: the word in the shape and color of an apple, the stem made from the word “stem”, the leaf, and so on.

I can also adjust the voice; I can hear my own internal voice or I can play the word “apple” as spoken by any of my friends, or anyone whose voice I've heard. Vincent Price saying “apple”, or Alfred Hitchcock, or George Bush, or Myrna Loy. I often don't recognize minor acquaintances until I hear a voice. I have no real visual memory; things fade as soon as I cease to look at them. But ask me to call up the sound of something, of a place or person or event, and I can run the recording in my head.

Music is a powerful force for me, as you might expect. It often affects me physically. I can always feel it, internally, not just the vibrations but the combinations of tones as an alphabet, a string of sentences and paragraphs in my head, some sort of code that translates into physical sensation. I have actually had orgasms, quite regularly, listening to certain pieces of music. I am not exaggerating. I have to be careful of the radio when I drive, the music I listen to at work. Low volume helps; if I turn it up too high in the car I sometimes have to pull over.

The songs that do this to me are random, and it is not their quality or their particular key; whatever it is it is complex enough that I cannot yet predict it. Certain combinations or qualities of tone, certain chord progressions, certain musical ideas, certain types of rhythm, have been known to actually make me physically climax. The arousal process is much like sex itself, starting slow, moving to ever higher levels and over into a peak. if a song is long enough, or I play it twice or whatever, I can actually get off. Different songs have different effects, and their effect may shift over time, or they may be consistent in their effect on me. Dancing in clubs, I am often having numerous little orgasms out on the floor, especially if I can make my way over in front of a large speaker. Which of course I try to do.

This sounds crazy. It IS crazy. I don't know of anyone else who has this particular characteristic. It is as if the universe is conspiring to keep me in a low state of arousal virtually all the time. It is as if there are little pieces of programming (before you interpret alien conspiracy in this viewpoint, I see no more “Mind” or intent behind that idea than I would see behind the development of a lotus blossom, or the existence of giraffes.) inside pieces of music, small bits of random information that just happen to hook into my chemical nature and create these effects. I don't know; it's always been here but oddly, I've never tried to explain it before. Those who are very close to me know of this phenomenon and don't argue when I turn certain music down or ask that a song playing on the stereo be repeated. Certain human voices have strong effects on me as well. Very strong effects.

The rest you know. My interest in hearing more of your voice, in numerous contexts and both live and recorded, should be obvious now.
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Wow! 'Kay, I'm pretty sure I'm gonna have to modify my version of audiosexual. You've got me beat by a mile there. Here's how mine works.
I'm a very sensory person in general. I attach memory to smell. I associate emotions/moods and sounds with color. Especially music. Music and mood always go hand in hand for me. Music would be the artistic equivalent of an anti-depressant to me. It literally evens me out emotionally. I've been able to pull myself out of some pretty bad slumps with it. It doesn't fix everything of course, but it's as close as I've ever come to feeling repaired, without crawling into a bottle of JD.
(And no hang-over, so, suh-weet)

I don't know if this is odd or not. When I hear music, I can separate the sections in the musical arrangement. Say for instance, I'm listening to some Earth, Wind & Fire and something in the horn section catches my attention. In my head, I can dissect the arrangement and hear all the sections separately. Almost like overdubbing or mixing in a recording session, but in the reverse. So sometimes if I'm listening to music with someone else, I'll say "Did you hear that?" and they'll have no idea what I'm talking about, because to them, it sounds like one mass piece of music, but I'll hear it clear as day, singled out from the rest of the song.

I am definitely sexually aroused by music. I can relate to feeling the physical effects of it, particularly something with heavy bass in it. Guitar riffs and saxophones wreak havoc on my nether regions somethin' awful. So do certain voices. But by God, I have never had an orgasm from listening to a song! Just as well....my music addiction is worse than my undies fetish. I'd never get anything done. Seriously.

I can only say that with certain songs, it does leave a guy with very little work left to do (lucky bastard!). John Coltrane for example, makes a saxophone literally talk. Sounds just like a human voice. Renders me incoherent everytime.
Same with Marvin Gaye's vocal range. You can listen to him harmonizing with himself on a record and it's amazing. I think it's the combination of sensation created by sound and creative ability that arouse me in both those instances.

I could go on, but you know.....might end up all squirmy. Not that that's a bad thing, I'm just sayin'. So, I dunno, what do you make of that? Got a name for it?
 
unpredictablebijou said:
Interesting. Yet more similarity between you and my First Mate. He is your age, and has spent his life in radio and tv, beginning with overnight shifts in radio when he was seventeen. And yes, part of his appeal for me initially was his voice.

I will look more closely at your stories and see which one I want to hear in your voice... yum.

bj
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BTW, at the tender age of 61, the voice has gotten a bit growly. AA sez she loves that...
 
And BTW, it doesn't have to be one of my stories...I could probably read one of yours, and give it an entirely different dimension, including my own jollies...
 
All Hail The Queen

Anschul said:
Rupert Holmes???????
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LOLZ! Yes Rupert. I was craving Pina Coladas at the time (both the song and the drink) So sue me. :p

This set is my Holy Grail of playlists. My favorite female vocalist of all time, (I'm even more fanatic about her than Lady Day) Ms. Aretha Franklin. It would be impossible to pick a favorite song....like asking a mother to pick her favorite child. I'd have to make a list. This is just the top 10. Yeah, I know...this is me exercising restraint

Chefalicious, darlin' I'm goin' on a hunch that you like Aretha (if I'm wrong, pretend this is a Janis set and know it's the thought that counts :))
In between hospital runs and the business of moving, when you get a quiet moment, put your feet up, pour yourself a scotch, light a cigar and listen to this:

Chain of Fools

I Never Loved A Man (The Way I Love You)

Dr. Feel Good

Call Me

Ain’t No Way

Oh Me Oh My

Day Dreaming

Spanish Harlem

Rock Steady

Bridge Over Troubled Water
 
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sassynyc said:
LOLZ! Yes Rupert. I was craving Pina Coladas at the time (both the song and the drink) So sue me. :p

This set is my Holy Grail of playlists. My favorite female vocalist of all time, (I'm even more fanatic about her than Lady Day) Ms. Aretha Framklin. It would be impossible to pick a favorite song....like asking a mother to pick her favorite child. I'd have to make a list. This is just the top 10. Yeah, I know...this is me exercising restraint

Chefalicious, darlin' I'm goin' on a hunch that you like Aretha (if I'm wrong, pretend this is a Janis set and know it's the thought that counts :))
In between hospital runs and the business of moving, when you get a quiet moment, put your feet up, pour yourself a scotch, light a cigar and listen to this:

Chain of Fools

I Never Loved A Man (The Way I Love You)

Dr. Feel Good

Call Me

Ain’t No Way

Oh Me Oh My

Day Dreaming

Spanish Harlem

Rock Steady

Bridge Over Troubled Water
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This is a great list, and you're right, I do. Never Loved a Man is my fave from this list. Thanks.
 
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