November 1998 - Sinister

Sinister: Philippe Polaroids
by Aranzazu Sanz-Garcia 03 Nov '98

03 Nov '98

Mes chers sinisterines : Je suis tombee amoreuse et c'est Philippe! Aren't all of you dying as me for a picture of him,Philippe l'unique avec une l et deux p's ? I would love one of you with your lab coat spilled in sulphuric acid...when every morning at 11 I go and have my cup of tea at the staff room, I glanced from one to the another Organics and wished you were here singing softly some Jacques Dutronc's tune, to turn back and whisper in your eye : I am your Francoise! Well , I have some sort of other list crush, and that worries me ,maybe I am bisexual, or it 's just how ravishing you are, Megan! So, I want pictures, NOW! Arantxa +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list please mail "sinister(a)majordomo.net". To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to "majordomo(a)majordomo.net". For list archives and searching, list rules, FAQ, poor jokes etc, see http://www.majordomo.net/sinister +---+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" +---+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: 100 percent pure high octane smut!
by brad 03 Nov '98

03 Nov '98

damn! that was one long ass letter by mick. there should be some award given to him. or tell him to get the fuck off the list. either way, i don't care. i'm just kidding mick. so i'm reading someone's letter....i don't remember who....and they mention stuart m. on the trumpet. and i remembered. i forgot to tell you all about stuart m.'s trumpet spot at the athens show. it sounded like a moose blowing a fart through a pvc pipe with a baby nipple at the end stuck up to a mic'd megaphone whose batteries are running low. either he messed up and hit the wrong note, or the bitch just can't play. i'm gonna get a letter from the band asking me to stop listening to them, ain't i? i talked about isobel's spastic colon. i talked about stuart m's spastic trumpet, which wasn't too far removed from isobel's runs. i may as well go ahead and slag off the rest of the band. mick looks like a woman with a sex change. stevie is one shifty-eyed motherfucker. well...that's all i can think of. i wouldn't mind reading duke's book. but i'm afraid i'll be sitting there not knowing who the hell he's talking about. someone told me the traffic on this list had slowed down and that i should rejoin. well, someone, and you know who you are.....you lied to me. and hey, my friend robbie had just joined the list and he hasn't written in anything yet, and it would make me very proud of you all if at least ten people sent a letter to wilde77(a)hotmail.com and just tell him to go and shove something straight up his ass. i don't care what noun you tell him to put up there, as long as he gets the idea. or better yet send something to the list so he can be humiliated in front of everyone. i'm going to sleep. -brad +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list please mail "sinister(a)majordomo.net". To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to "majordomo(a)majordomo.net". For list archives and searching, list rules, FAQ, poor jokes etc, see http://www.majordomo.net/sinister +---+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" +---+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: Pieces of Eight.
by Adrian Evans 03 Nov '98

03 Nov '98

Imagine my surprise when I pulled back the curtains this morning and there on the window ledge was the one and only...Chesney Hawkes. No it wasn't it was the Poetry Parrot dressed as Chesney Hawkes. Gary, I guess the fact that he bothered to fly all the way down here suggests that I haven't had the privilege yet. Let me think. Many thanks to Stephane du Pantaloon for sending me my Wendy Cope book, this is much appreciated. I don't think I shall be using anything from this though. I do have some fairly smutty poetry at home and if you kiddoes keep up this talk of fungal infections and beef curtains, you'll get an earful. An earful of what I don't know yet, but it won't be nice. >Hmmm, I'm not >sure who has or hasn't done one, so I'll hope for the best and pass it >onto..... the one the only, the irrepressible, the inflatable, Adrian Evans. Shit how did you find that out ? My best kept secret. Yes folks, I'm a blow up doll. For years now, it has been drummed into my head that I'm nothing to do with my parents, that I was left on the doorstep. But I was fucking gutted when I found out that I was left on the doorstep in a plain brown parcel. It was only very recently that I have reached my maximum inflatable state - comes to the best of us. Imagine my joy when Kate asked me to go on holiday with her this summer. I'd not had a holiday for over ten years, It had to be love. I was horrified to find out all she wanted me for was a lilo. I first found out I was a blow-up doll when I had been visiting the doctor over a period of weeks complaining of terrible flatulence. I was feeling quite low, and really was at a bit of a loss. Rather than give me a prescription for the local chemist he sent me to Halfords for a puncture repair kit....Boom Boom !! Adrian.x.x. +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list please mail "sinister(a)majordomo.net". To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to "majordomo(a)majordomo.net". For list archives and searching, list rules, FAQ, poor jokes etc, see http://www.majordomo.net/sinister +---+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" +---+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Re: Sinister: Supper Club 11/2/98
by Frederic � 03 Nov '98

03 Nov '98

>"poopy french song that Isobel sings" Surely "Poupee de cire, poupee de son", a song written by Serge Gainsbourg. The french singer woman France Gall sang it in 1965. Isobel have ever sing it in France last month. Here are the lyrics. I will try to translate if someone ask me ! http://www.geocities.com/Athens/Aegean/2172/poupee.html Fred, french ______________________________________________________ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list please mail "sinister(a)majordomo.net". To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to "majordomo(a)majordomo.net". For list archives and searching, list rules, FAQ, poor jokes etc, see http://www.majordomo.net/sinister +---+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" +---+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: Belle & Sebastian live tapes?
by bilner 03 Nov '98

03 Nov '98

Has anyone made a high-quality DAT recording of any of the recent B&S shows? Thanks, Bill +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list please mail "sinister(a)majordomo.net". To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to "majordomo(a)majordomo.net". For list archives and searching, list rules, FAQ, poor jokes etc, see http://www.majordomo.net/sinister +---+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" +---+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: DC & NYC (the first evening) shows
by Mick McMick 03 Nov '98

03 Nov '98

Hello Sinisterines, I've just read through 120 posts, so I feel it is my right to be as long-winded as I'd like, though I'm not sure if I can top Reid, or would want to, we'll see when we get to the end of my message, because I've got TWO show reviews in one! Yes, you'll really be getting value in this post... So anyway, I flew in to New York thursday night, and didn't do much beyond going out to dinner. Nothing worth mentioning, I shouldn't suppose. Friday morning Minka and I met up with Brian and took a train to New Jersey. We met up with MrManners (I wish I knew listees by their e-mails rather than their chat nicks, but whoever needs to know who my friends are probably already does) and began our four-hour drive to DC. Not bad, but not don't forget I had to fly to New York first ;) Anyway, the ride down was pretty uneventful, so I'll spare you all the details. We arrived in DC just before Polly's opened up. For those of you who don't know & didn't come, that's where the pre-show meetup was for a few of us. So we got in, got some grub, and the listees began to trickle in. Damon and a friend were there, as well as Clint, Michelle, and the wonderfully Daiskiki-clad (sp?) Corporea Arenacea, complete with brown leather coat a la Shaft. Come to think of it, I played Shaft on the jukebox before he got there, or perhaps when he was there. Anyway, we had some nice chatsies, but after a time a few of us left, and the rest shambled down to the Black Cat. Initially we walked right in to the bar. I'm glad we got there early, after hearing the line horror stories. We spotted a couple members of the band, and someone was talking to Stu M. The best I could manage was to stand nearby whilst they did. Then Megan tracked down Chris Geddes and helped him obtain some quarters, as well as showing him some lovely pressed pennies she'd made on the way (with the aid of a penny press, or whatever such a contraption is named). After a time people began stamping hands over by the entrance, so we got our hands stamped. They really didn't tell us what to do next, and we were pretty frustrated and annoyed at the organization of the club, as we shuffled back and forth between two doors for a bit, finally settling on the one by the bar. After what seemed like forever, they opened the door, and we poured in. I headed straight for the T-shirt stand, and managed to procure a Stow shirt for myself, discovering much to my dismay that the merchandise-sellers were totally badge-less. I returned from my T-shirt purchasing to find that the rest of the crew had secured a spot that was quite close to the stage, though we were directly behind the three really tall guys. Luckily I'm not really short, so I had a decent view. Stereolab was blasted loudly, as someone said, and Guv'ner played. I hesitate to say anything bad about Guv'ner, just because they could be great at what they do, and I still wouldn't like them. Regardless, they were a poor opening choice. I think the Masters of the Hemisphere should have opened ALL the dates, but we can't always get what we want. The Guv'ner set lasted forever, but I'll stay away from that subject and get to the good bits. So B&S finally came on. Before seeing them, I had really always held on to the belief that loud, upbeat bands would always have better live performances than quiet, soft bands. I think I've totally changed my mind, and both DC's show and the NY show to follow are somewhere up there in my list of most wonderful shows. As has been reported, they stuck mostly to Sinister, playing some EP songs, some TWATTYBUS numbers, as well as my favorite Stevie-song, "Wrong Love/Girl" (whichever they're calling it now) the delightful "I Know Where the Summer Goes," which sounds much better live than on a live bootleg, and later, my personal favorite of the show, "Loneliness of a Middle Distance Runner" (Reid, this is the one you're thinking of), which grooved and pulsed and ached and just oozed with emotion, seeping out from the words of longing and hardship. The crowd was awful, being pushy and screaming out song titles before the band even played. The band themselves were wonderful, Stuart M looking really pleased to be playing, Stevie leaping at least a bit, I think my favorite member of the group for stage presence. For the record, I'm 99% sure that Stu D sang the South Park number, which was a lovely treat. Stuart was wearing a light blue shirt I recall, and Chris had something greenish on. A couple other comments, Dog on Wheels was heavenly, Dylan in the Movies brought a tear to my eye, as did Century of Elvis, to my surprise. Isobel was totally unenthused except when she was singing "Is It Wicked..." which was actually quite nice, I thought. "Ease Your Feet," one of my faves, nice to hear live, not much better than it was recorded, though. "Loneliness," is just gorgeous, and I'm thankful I had a demo copy to listen to and prepare myself for the majestic live version they did of it. "Sleep the Clock" was ALMOST as good as the Session version, which is a very good thing. I was pretty dismayed by the lack of Tigermilk songs in the set, and indeed, it seemed the US tour as well, but happy, because I would get to see them another night, and they could potentially play all my other favorites, and I thought they were wonderful in DC. I did talk to a lot of people who had seen them last year in NY and thought they were much better before, so I guess that made the DC show a good one to begin with. Anyway, we talked a bit with friends from the DC area, considered crashing somewhere for the night, and I was interviewed by some nice girl with a Super 8 camera who asked such flustering questions as "How do you explain the B&S phenomenon?" After the show I finally met John FM, who is super swell, as far as I could tell in 10 minutes, possibly the nicest person I met on the whole trip. So here is where we decided, at somewhere between 1-2 AM, that we should drive back home instead of sleeping in DC on what would likely be a floor, perhaps a couch or bed. The ride back was much more eventful. The highlight was finding out that there were some permiscuous goings-on in the men's room at the rest area we stopped at in the wee hours of the morning. I'm quite pleased I had no need to drain the proverbial lizard at that time, and Megan was amused for half the ride back. I don't think I'll ever listen to "Looking for Love (in the Hall of Mirrors)" in quite the same light ever again. The drive back ended in a very sleepy me driving for 40 minutes with Megan babbling in a feeble attempt to keep me awake. Luckily Matt took over again afterwards and I collapsed. Then Megan and I huddled together for warmth in the sub-zero temperatures waiting on the train back to New York at what now must have been getting close to 7 AM. We made it to bed at 8 AM, whew. Saturday was spent recovering from friday, and buying the new Field Mice reissue (yay). As it was Halloween, we went to some interesting parties, witnessed some very drunk people, and generally had a lot of fun. To me, having never lived anywhere but West Vriginia and the middle-of-nowhere Ohio, it seemed like some odd scene out of Beyond the Valley of the Dolls, only without all the sex and Ashley St. Ives, oh and I suppose there weren't any drugs either. Well it seemed pretty exciting to me anyhow. Sunday afternoon we went to a Japanese supermarket in New Jersey, returning in time to make a mad scramble to get to the meet-up on time. We were only half an hour late in the end, but we almost missed the whole shebang. Apparently the park, as Megan, her roomate Julie and I had witnessed before getting to the supermarket, was closed, so no meetup could ensue. Some folks left, and the main gaggle was JUST about to leave when we got there just in time, hauling the lovely & huggable Jonny Kat and Billy along with us. The meetup dissolved into dinner at the posh Roy Rogers/Pizza Hut/Dunkin Donuts complex nearby. We got some grub, and then proceeded to the Supper Club, where a long line awaited us. It wasn't all that bad, though I did feel awful for all those without tickets, but we entered the ultra-swank Supper Club, and even got to check our coats! Wow! That's only the second time I've ever been to a real coat check. The club was gorgeous and purplish, and seemed quite large. Substitute your own words in for "club" and there's my smut content/ We met all sorts of Listfolk, including the feisty Rachee and smartly-dressed Holly, and then decided to try and get a spot up on the balcony, as there was no way we could get as close as we had been in DC. Up on the balcony we did manage to get a pretty good spot. The air of excitement was definately much nicer this time, and the lines much more organized. I noticed the particularly good pre-show music, and even caught "Walk Away Renee," by the Left Banke. Little did I know it was Andrew Symington himself spinning! Containe played, and I was a bit disappointed. I suppose I had expected too much due to the Versus connection, but they really were a suitable opening band, unlike Guv'ner. Later on things picked up, they did some numbers that sounded more like what I'd heard by them, and were generally okay. I guess a successful opener, since they didn't come close to outshining the main band. Whilst waiting for the band, I got introduced to more listees briefly this time, including Susannah, JJ (who talked with Stuart M as I only watched) and equally interesting and very easy to talk to non-listee Mick Cooke, who actually remembered me from chat! But then the band had to rush off, and so did we, awaiting eagerly the evening's performance from our balcony spot. Fellow listees and all-around lovelies Ben & Laurel joined us at our spot, and we listened as some sample spoken in accents too thick for my paltry ears to make out announced the upcoming performance in words I couldn't understand, but it made the waiting all the more exciting, nonetheless. The band finally moved on stage, and Stuart broke out into a beautiful version of "The State That I Am In," with the rest of the band chiming in in a staggered manner. I'm not quite as big a fan of it as everyone else, but they did it wonderfully, and it was so nice to hear something from Tigermilk, if only one song. They proceeded with a gorgeous version of my 2nd favorite EP track, "Belle and Sebastian," which sounded like the soundtrack to a childhood I never had, and an equally earth-shatteringly-good "Slow Graffiti," which sounds increasingly good each time I hear it, and now vies with "Loneliness," as the song I am most anticipating the release of. Those three songs were a moment of total perfection for me, I couldn't be happier, no matter what the rest of the set was like. They played a nice-sounding version of Chickfactor, but it's not one of my favorites. Then, they made up for it to me by playing yet another song off of Tigermilk, "She's Losing It," which I like quite a bit more than The State, and was noticeably pleased about. It sounded just like the original to me, contrary to what someone said, a nice, hazy, middle-of-summer song, despite the winter chill outside. "Lazy Line Painter Jane," was magnificent, and "The Boy with the Arab Strap," was triumphant. The New York crowd managed to beat out the previous record set in Athens, and people clapped the whole song! It was great, though I myself only had the endurance to go halfway through, yet I still enjoyed the unforced crowd participation. "Lord Anthony" was nice, though I think I'll need to hear it a few more times before I like it as much as some of you. It was certainly pleasing to hear a B&S song played live that I had never before, what with being spoilt by session and demo tapes from chums. Dirty Dream #2 was moving, just like the other night. Seeing Other People was even more moving to these ears. At some point in the set I nearly cried, I think it was there. The words just seemed so much more poignant when you could watch Stuart Murdoch signing them TO you, and the piano flourishes were the best part of the song. Then, there was a treat in store, as they did a shambolic and endearing version of the Byrds' "Turn, Turn, Turn," with a lovely trading-off 3rd verse between Stuart M and Stevie, and Stuart M's stage antics again appearing. I think he allows for one a show, judging on the two instances I saw. "The Boy Done Wrong Again," was, despite my usual dislike for the song, very very good. Maybe they just didn't record it well. They finished with "Simple Things," which, if you ask me, was a poor choice, being very short and not very climactic, but by then I could hardly complain, and I'm sure I will forever remember the show. Afterwards, Megan chatted with Andrew Symington and I blurted out a few words, right before the pushy management moved us in to the coat check line. We managed to meet our final listees of the evening, including Carrick Blair, whom I think looks more like Alan McGee than anyone else, and his friend whose name I've embarrassingly forgotten. Afterwards we had a bit of post-show with some friends/listees, and returned home quite late. We just couldn't stop talking, like at a slumber part/sleepover, but finally we did get to bed. Well, that's about it. I caught a flight today, and here I am, back in Ohio, typing up this incredibly long-winded story. Oh, I know it's late, and I've even left out bits (I swear!) and probably made a fool of myself 6 or 7 times over, but it's a tale worth telling I feel, so take it or leave it. I wonder how close I came to Reid.... /"\_/"\_/"\ Mick McMick - bp224995(a)oak.cats.ohiou.edu - ICQ#5056758 \ / Sandcastle Records - (same e-mail for now) | | Sandcastle Homepage - | | http://www.geocities.com/SunsetStrip/Amphitheatre/4972/ | | "Everyone has their own cup of tea. | | Some just happen to like a lot of sugar in it!" | | - Me! +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list please mail "sinister(a)majordomo.net". To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to "majordomo(a)majordomo.net". 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Sinister: Nov.2, Supper Club
by MWaggner＠aol.com 03 Nov '98

03 Nov '98

Four attempts, three shows... I'm still too close to it all to talk about it. Tonight's set was, near as I could figure" 1. We rule the School 2. Brilliant Career 3. Photo Jenny 4. Is it Wicked... 5. Dog on Wheels 6. Dirty Dream 7. Lonliness of the middle... 8. Seymour Stein 9. Beautiful 10 Mayfly 11. (was this Paper Boat?!?) 12. I Know Where the Summer Goes 13. Boy With the Arab Strap 14. Century of Fakers 15. Poupee de Cire If there are any errors... don't wake me. Leave a note on the toaster, I'm going to sleep now, finally.... what a long strange .... etc. --michele +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list please mail "sinister(a)majordomo.net". To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to "majordomo(a)majordomo.net". For list archives and searching, list rules, FAQ, poor jokes etc, see http://www.majordomo.net/sinister +---+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" +---+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: Supper Club 11/2/98
by Riddley13＠aol.com 03 Nov '98

03 Nov '98

We rule the school Brilliant career Photo Jenny Is it wicked not to care Dog on wheels Dirty Dream #2 Loneliness of the middle distance runner Seymour Stein Beautiful Mayfly "I think it's gonna be alright" (Stuart D. sang, Stuart M. played trumpet with Mick) I know where the summer goes Boy with the arab strap Century of Fakers "poopy french song that Isobel sings" Definitley the better of the two shows. (That does not include the opening act Guv'ner who played their last show one too late for my tastes) More hand claps during Boy and even for the end of Seymour Stein (which the band really appreciated) I could go on and on but someone else probably will and you get the idea ... To any listees in the Philly or Toronto areas who missed out ... I taped the two NYC shows and am willing to make tapes for you.. email me privately if you are interested ... if the response is overwhelming you may need to send me blanks first ... still lurking and looking for that damn stolen bike riddley13(a)aol.com +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list please mail "sinister(a)majordomo.net". To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to "majordomo(a)majordomo.net". For list archives and searching, list rules, FAQ, poor jokes etc, see http://www.majordomo.net/sinister +---+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" +---+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: unsubscribe
by Astroboy24＠aol.com 03 Nov '98

03 Nov '98

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Sinister: My first B&S dream, finally!!
by Brier Random 03 Nov '98

03 Nov '98

I showed up for a Belle & Sebastian concert in a really small dingy club somewhere. All plywood walls & bar, etc. A woman at the bar was wearing the new T-shirt design: a yellow shirt with "Belle and Sebastian" written over a picture of the white horse on the hill (like from the XTC album), and the woman looked like the woman from The Full Monty, the (ex)wife of the guy from Trainspotting. I immediately took this woman to be Katrina, and wanted to ask her if she WAS Katrina, and did she remember me from the list as the boy who finally gave her the info on the record store where I bought the Tigermilk bootleg and never heard a reply from her, but I was too shy to approach. Kat, was it you? Anyway, there was the same design as a backdrop behind the stage, but the band wasn't playing at this club. They had to bus us somewhere else. So I put my boombox and my parka behind the bar and got on the bus. It took us on a long winding route, mostly beside a stagnent river that had a dis-used conveyer belt beside it, apparently it used to be an Amazon River-oriented theme park. We got to the venue and I assume we heard them play, but the next thing I remember was being back at the first club, where my boom-box and parka were not where I left them. I asked the "Katrina Full Monty Wife" woman if she'd seen them. She said no, then "wait, I think I saw them in back", then went back & came out with only the radio. Damn parka was gone. My favourite one too. I woke up, momentarily euphoric at having seen B&S live, then remembered it was just a dream. Not even a dirty one. Any interpretations are welcome. -brier +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list please mail "sinister(a)majordomo.net". To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to "majordomo(a)majordomo.net". For list archives and searching, list rules, FAQ, poor jokes etc, see http://www.majordomo.net/sinister +---+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" +---+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+

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