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10 Reasons To Fear The Worst
From the Jamming! Archives:
interviewed in 1978
"A number one single would be a bit scary."
New York's rock'n'roll rescuers play Lowlife - loudly
Local legends and international influence come home to party
28 Albums Rocking Our World
The Who at Madison Square Garden
A wash-out
The Movie
The Party
Cedell Davis, Tuatara, and The Minus 5 atthe Knitting Factory
Still 'A Man And A Half'
30 Albums, 5 Songs, 5 books and a handful of movies
The 'Me Without You' Soundtrack
Rose of Virginia from Charles Melton, Barossa Valley, Australia,
An obituary by Chris Charlesworth
Back On The (Flying Saucer) Attck
The iJAMMING! interview
Featured Mix CD
Grandmaster Flash Essential Mix Classic Edition
30 Albums, 10 Songs, 5 books and a handful of movies.
Eight Days in A Week's Music:
Ed Harcourt, Vines, Candy Butchers, Timo Maas, Ashley Casselle & Adam Freeland, Aerial Love Feed, and enough little club nights to shake several sticks at.
Tony's (lengthy) trip down nostalgia lane from his visit home at the end of April. Stop-offs include Death Disco, old Jamming! Magazines, life-long friendships, road trips to Brighton, Damilola Taylor and political frustration, Morrissey-Marr, Zeitgeist, Oasis, Dexys, Primal Scream, the current British music scene and more.
Jack magazine comes out of the starting gate with the banner headline "best new men's mag in years."
Why I re-wrote the book: The introduction to the new edition of my R.E.M. biography, due out this summer through Omnibus.
Chemical Brothers, Neil Young, Van Morrison, Paul Westerberg, Skywalking, Joe Strummer, Radio 4, and Aquatulle.
A weekend with John Mayer, Sugarcult - and Elvis
Michael Greene's Grammy Speech: An Invitation to Download?
Plus: 10 things they forgot to tell you at the Grammys.
What the Hell Is Going On Here?
The iJamming! interview:
"'Acid Trax' by Phuture came out and I was just 'Okay, forget all hip hop and all old school rare groove right here, this is it.'"
The Best Of 2001
Tony Fletcher's Top Albums, Concerts, Singles and Books - and comments on the Village Voice Poll
MUSING on The Manhattan 'Edge':
Will the Island Ever Again Be A 'Cultural Ground Zero?'
hostess 'Lee Patrick' recalls her time as Keith Moon's amour
ECHO & THE BUNNYMEN: "Flowers is Echo & The Bunnymen's finest hour since Ocean Rain."
An intrigue of early 90s New York nightlife.
NEW CHAPTER now online
From the Jamming! Archives:
U2 interviewed in 1984.
"It's not U2 that's creating this great art. . .There's something that works through us to create in this way."
iJamming! Wino/Muso:
"New world wines are just too techno for me."
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iJamming! interview:
Jesse Hartman, aka LAPTOP
"Every New York band knows the meaning of failure"
MIX Albums:
Who, what and why you should bother
"I don't think people realize that life can become so exciting and interesting that it can draw you away for long periods of time from creating music - & why not?"
From the Keith Moon archives:
the JEFF BECK interview .
The iJAMMING! chat:

"If I was asked why Sniffin' Glue was so important, it was the way we conducted ourselves, the style of it, just the attitude. It had attitude in abundance didn't it?"
Forgotten Classics:
THE CHILLS: Brave Words
THE iJAMMING! Book Review:
SNIFFIN' GLUE: The Essential Punk Accessory
From the JAMMING! archives: PAUL WELLER ON POP
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From the JAMMING! archives: ALTERNATIVE TV
interviewed in 1978
Fran Healy explains why "you cannot own a song." (And why Liam Gallagher "is going to turn into a really great songwriter.")
Featured Artist Web Site:
From the JAMMING! archives: The Story That Spawned Creation
Featured vine:
Finally, a worthy rival to Chardonnay.
The iJAMMING! interview:
"Once you've had your go, what-ever it may be, they want you to piss off, and they can't bear it if you come back, they can't bear it."
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Back in the heady punk rock heyday of 1977, I started a fanzine at school, following the famous encouragement of (what I had thought was) Sniffin' Glue founder Mark Perry that "it was easy, it was cheap, go and do it." Truth is, it wasn't always easy and the printing bills certainly weren't cheap, but I did it anyway. And I had fun. For many years. Until eventually the business realities of running a monthly magazine got in the way of the creative energies, it stopped being fun, the bean counters took over and so finally, almost a decade after it was launched, the magazine - Jamming! - folded.
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I wrote last week how, feeling a sense of overkill (deliberate choice of word there) from the mass media, I shunned TV programmes commemorating September 11, though I did tape certain documentaries to watch at later times. Generally speaking I hate TV anyway: I keep the cable connection going for late-night news shows, HBO, the very off-chance that I'll once again see Palace play on American TV (it's happened!) and as something to watch videos on. Understandably given my career, I prefer the power of the written word, and I get most of my news by devouring newspapers and listening to NPR/WNYC, and much of my long-term viewpoints from magazine features, proven op-ed columnists, and well-researched books.

Still, writers – even the supposedly 'creative' types – have proven themselves no less self-gratifying and self-obsessed since 9/11 than television producers. In the immediate wake of 9/11, I read excruciatingly embarrassing first person accounts of that day by two writers I otherwise greatly respect (Jay McInerney and Johnathan Lethem); this minor phenomenon was later superbly skewered in a satirical New York Press cover story by Neal Pollack that was so convincing in its mock self-glorification that it attracted hate mail from those who mistook it for the real thing.

It was glaringly obvious back then that a passage of time was necessary before novelists and other creative writers would gain a useful perspective on the events of Sep 11, but maybe that day has still not arrived. Among the dozens and dozens of book released here to coincide with the 9/11 anniversary are many compendiums by what are surely otherwise intelligent writers, who nonetheless still feel duty bound to share their own self-serving obsessions with the rest of us. Fortunately, in the New York Times book section of Sep 8, Walter Kirn (author of the much-heralded and surely now antiquated frequent-flyers novel Up In The Air) took a whole bunch of these writers to task. I finally got round to reading his summary last night, and want to quote some of the examples he used. Headings are my own.

The irrelevancy award: "In the seconds after the second plane hit Tower 2, I did two things, filled the bathtub with water and pulled out my camera." (A M Homes, 110 Stories. As Kirn writes, "it's hard not to wonder why she feels we care.")

The insensitive feminist metaphor award: "Two hijacked planes blasted into the double phallic symbol of the World Trade Center, raped our innocence and let us know how vulnerable we really are." (Erica Jong, American Writers Respond. Kirn himself responds with the reminder that "those phallic symbols had people in them.")

The navel-gazing prose in face of world-changing events award: "Up in the Endowment offices, we convened, and we amounted to 12 or so novelists, including some people I have long admired." (Rick Moody,, Afterwords. Oh spare me.)

The insulting, inhuman French Philosopher award. "The horror for the 4,000 victims of dying in those towers was inseparable from the horrors of living in them – the horror of living and working in sarcophagi of concrete and steel." (Jean Baudrillard, 'The Spirit of Terrorism'. Kirn writes, patiently, "it takes a rare, demonic genius to brush off the slaughter of thousands on the grounds that they were suffering from severe ennui brought on by boring modern architecture." I offer no such civility. I just hope I get the chance to respond to Baudrillard in person.)

Sadly, then, the post 9-11 publishing landscape is all too likely to become landfill, by Christmas if not sooner. The books that will survive the test of time are the investigative reports by journalists who know of what they're writing, newspaper/TV souvenir compendiums, the tragically historic work of photographers both professional and ameteur, a few first-person accounts by survivors and the bereaved, and a few long-term perspectives. I can understand why two accounts of flight UA93 are already on the Top 10 list. I will one day soon pick up a copy of The Day Our World Changed: Children's Art of 9/11 because I see in it both beauty and hope - and I'm emotionally affected by these responses as a New York City parent. I already own the Magnum Photographers collection, published last year, and 'Holy Terror Inc.' which was already due for publication prior to September 11. And I did last week buy Alan Dershowitz' 'Why Terrorism Works,' because this Harvard law professor is a known civil libertarian whose last work was entitled 'Supreme Injustice: How The High Court Hijacked Election 2000' and who presumably then can be relied upon to offer politically independent thoughts to back up his title – one which I know is based upon his belief that Western powers' response (or lack thereof) to years of terrorism has only encouraged the culprits to strike bigger, harder and more often.

If it was clearly going to take a year for writers to effectively respond to those events (and above summaries don't indicate that they've risen to the challenge), then it was obviously going to take just as long for musicians to answer back too. Following the initial bursts of patriotic compilations, we're now getting measured, hopefully thoughtful responses from artists as varied as Bruce Springsteen, Steve Earle, Suicide and Sleater Kinney. I've commented already on the first of these; I hope to get to the rest of them over coming days. I'm glad they all feel free to write their musical and lyrical responses and I know their audiences will appreciate that they've done so. I'm just hoping that music can rise to a challenge where the literary and television worlds have so far failed.



New Order may have been inadvertently shut out of the dancefloor action at the 24 Hour Party People party last month, but as I stated back then, they make up for it at any number of other clubs every single day of the week. Last night, at the new Boys and Girls party over at Filter 14 in the Meatpacking District, various DJs played 'Regret,' 'Bizarre Love Triangle,' 'Blue Monday,' 'True Faith', and even, and twice, the disappointing new single 'Here To Stay.' In fact, as tends to be the case when DJs are placed on rotating one-hour shifts, too many people brought the same records – so while it was a welcome surprise to hear The Jesus and Mary Chain's 'Upside Down' after several years' absence, it was disconcerting to hear it twice in an hour. Still, kudos to whoever spun House of Love's 'I Don't Know Why I Love You,' a truly great single I haven't heard in a club for as long as a decade, and which hasn't aged remotely in all that time. Respect, too, to Brian Molloy, a modster who is known around town for jumping on stage and lip-syncing to Pulp's 'Common People' every time it’s played in an NY club (which is often) and who closed out the night in the back room with The Ronettes, TheWho, The Beatles and The Kinks. New York retro-mania can be oddly disconcerting given the city's reputation for birthing the new (I'm not sure I heard anything from the 21st Century other than Peaches' 'Fuck The Pain Away') but when the nostalgia kick crosses so many genres, and so many people are having such a good time with it, the only thing to do is celebrate it.



. . .Shouldn't throw stones, I know. But how can we let Rolling Stone off with the fact that its Sep 5 issue accompanied the anecdote of Keith Moon driving a Lincon Continental into a swimming pool, as one of 'Rock's Greatest Meltdowns', with a picture of. . .John Lennon lying on the ground beneath his psychedelic Rolls-Royce? The photo was captioned 'Keith Moon: Possibly in no condition to drive.' Clearly, the recent hiring of the Brit-born editor of Maxim was not to boost the ageing, ailing and increasingly irrelevant magazine's music content. If you visit the mag's web site, by the way, the photo has been replaced with one of Keith Moon in front of his own Roller, but the story remains the same. Didn't my biography explain that Keith never DID drive a car into a swimming pool? So much for debunking myths. . .

Mojo magazine was far more conscientous in its September issue when, in is cover story on The White Stripes, it attempted to explain Detroit's current importance on the American scene. "Because the drinking age in Detroit is 21, most bands have already been playing together before they venture on the circuit, " writes Andrew Male. "You can't play here unless you're really good." I'm surprised no one editing the story was aware that the drinking age across the whole of America is 21, and has been for some time. Male's observation explains why 'young' American bands are almost always 3-5 years older than their British counterparts, and it explains why American bands tend to be tighter, too, but it doesn't account for why Detroit should produce more good music than any other city.

And on an entirely more positive note, someone at the NME actually shares my taste in good new music. Radio 4 got a rave review for 'Eyes Wide Open' in this week's singles column. I'm glad to see the band chose that song their British debut rather than 'Dance To The Underground' as originally intended. And I hope their tour of the UK was as much a success as it seems to have been for every other New York band at the moment.


Last Thursday night I sat up late working on my first-person account of the previous day (that is, September 11, 2002) and, to accompany how I'd asked my little boy to light a candle for the one victim with his same last name, I found and posted a memorial link to Andre Fletcher, a firefighter. Only after I uploaded the front page did I take time out to read about my namesake, and in the process, I gained a wider understanding of this nation's collective pain over the past twelve months.

Andre Fletcher: No relation, but a brother for ever.

Besides our shared moniker and same birth year, Andre and myself appear to have (had) little in common. Andre was the son of Jamaican immigrants, and he and his brother Zachary were the only African-American twins in the Fire Department. Andre's all-borough New York odyssey started with his childhood in the Bronx, continued with high school in Brooklyn, went professional at a fire station in Queens, continued at Rescue Company 5 in Staten Island, and concluded, of course, in Manhattan where he met his premature end last September 11. He left behind a 12-year old son. He also, judging by the tributes over at the guest book on, left behind many great memories and a number of close friends. Andre was no angel, if the accounts of his mischievous behavior I came across are anything to go by. But he was obviously, when the crunch came, a hero. And a victim.

I can claim neither status, and yet the fact is that, in reading his tributes, I found myself mourning for Andre as if we were personally related. Other Fletchers, I found, had done a similar thing: visiting his online memorial because they wanted a physical connection to someone who passed away that day - and the shared name was one way to do so. This indicates neither a morbid obsession with reliving the tragedy nor a desire to jump on the bandwagon of grief; rather, it proves how extensively the events of that day touched people across the country in the most personal manner possible.

For my part, I took September 11 especially hard because it was an attack on my beloved home city, the most multi-cultural environment on earth, yet the majority of those who live in the USA have never visited New York (or DC), and few fly frequently enough to have easily imagined themselves aboard the hijacked planes. But in their callous mass murder of so many civilians, the terrorists proclaimed everyone within the USA as an enemy last September 11, and it's that shared status that has inspired people from far and wide to absorb the victims' deaths as a personal loss. This hit home partly when I came across the other Fletchers at Andre's site, but particularly when I started reading from people who had his name on a 'mercy band', a practice brand new to me and yet one that has clearly taken root. As the web site's front page eloquently explains in Flash graphics, the notion is for people to wear a random victim's name upon them as a way of honoring and remembering them forever. It's difficult to say precisely how popular these mercy bands have proven, but enough visitors have stopped by the guest book to research their victim's life story that it's clearly been no small success.

Perhaps it took the anniversary for me to recognize such a now-obvious home truth, or perhaps it just took a year for the point to clarify itself, but the fact is that everyone who lives in this country and has a functioning human heart took the attacks of last September 11 as a personal affront. The willingness, even eagerness among citizens to share the pain, to mourn a specific person previously unknown, especially when common sense suggests that blocking it or ignoring it would make for a speedier recovery, is indicative of the love people here have for their homeland – and their understanding that an attack of this nature on any civilian was an attack on every civilian. It may explain why, a year after the event, Americans have yet to 'get over it.' And why they probably never will.



It's become a familiar story ever since I started the daily postings on the front page of the web site, but this past week yet again saw a new peak in readership - or, in Internet parlance, 'hits' - at For this, I think I can thank the cover story on The Jam in the current issue of Uncut, which I've yet to see for myself but in which I know I'm quoted and this site is referred to. So, if you're looking for items on the Jam and Paul Weller, you can try here, here and here. I have more Jam features from the old Jamming! magazine I'd like to post as I get time (which is limited); I was also listening to Weller's new album Illumination courtesy of his web-site this weekend and have got to say it sounds solid (bond) on first listen. That's comes from someone who lost interest in the Modfather the last few years; is it just me coming round again or is it one of his best records in recent years?

If you've come here courtesy of the Remarks Remade book, then you'll have already read the introduction that I've published on the site. I'd like to get some of the resource material up here (again, time is the issue), but in the meantime, you can read a review of R.E.M. at Carnegie Hall and my review of the recent Hootenanny tour here. If you've been pointed this way by the Psychedelic Furs re-issues for which I did the sleeve notes, the first part of my Richard Butler interview is here.

If you've typed in the URL from a recent edition of my Keith Moon biography, just follow the header up top for some of the interview transcripts from that book, and ongoing news about Keith (RIP).

One of the items over on the Keith Moon section is the fascinating Jeff Beck interview printed in full. It's been up there for a while, but it only got linked from a Jeff Beck site a few weeks ago and has been getting constant hits since. I hope Jeff Beck fans are up for surfing around and finding other items of interest.

And while all the above external links come from classic rock or punk references, I know full well that people find their way here through links on sites about John Mayer, Sugarcult, several local bands, a wine site on Viognier, and through all manner of search engines whether looking for specific wine or music references, or getting sent here by accident. (Click here for humorous such examples.) To everyone who's visiting for the first time, I do invite you to surf around and not just read the one item you came for. One of my intentions with this site over the past year has been to connect the dots - to link between all the many interests in my own life, and in the process to show how interconnected everything and everybody is.

And please do feel free to make contact: though you can find my e-mail address on this site, I'd prefer you to comment over on the Forum just so that others can respond too; it's hard to get back to everyone in person, though I do try. If you're someone who bought Jamming! Magazine back in the day, bug me for features you want me to scan in. I have this ongoing plan to keep posting original transcripts as per the 1978 Weller interview but, yeah, you guessed it, time....



. . . And then I started training for the New York City Marathon. Jesus! Just been out and done 18 miles today, and though I'm ecstatic to have done it in under three hours and without collapsing, the last 3-4 miles were a blur, my wooden-like legs plonking themselves in front of each other while my brain seemed to shut down. God knows what 26 miles is going to be like, and at a faster pace too. If I can figure out a reliable method to keep you web-surfers at your word, I might yet post a sponsorship form - with some different charitable choices for where your money can go. I like the idea of international sponsorship - seems very internet-savvy/21st Century, doesn't it?

One saving grace about this Marathon training is it's keeping me in check at weekends. I cut out from a gig at CBGBs last night at 10.30pm, so I could be on form for today's run, even though there was all manner of other stuff going on around town I'd normally have checked out. Last night's event at CBs was the launch of MEANY (Music and Emerging Artists New York), a new Battle of the Bands that promises to send its winners to the Rock'n'Roll Hall of Fame in October (presumably to play live). I went primarily to see Stellastarr* (who I've written about enough times now that I'll give it a miss today, just to avoid overkill) but I was happy enough to stick around for The Rosenbergs, a band that drew national attention when they refused to appear on the now defunct TV show rather than sign its crappy contract that gave Interscope an option to sign them for peanuts.

The Rosenbergs openly and proudly describe themselves as The Power Pop Boys, and they're good at it too. Really good; their debut album Mission:You is guaranteed good listening for any fan of Cheap Trick, Flaming Groovies, and The Motors. As you can tell from those references, they're not exactly challenging convention and while it's true that neither are The Strokes or The Hives, The Rosenbergs are too clean and squeaky to get much love from those groups' fans. That said, I was taken by the new song 'Holding Pattern' - and you can hear it over at, appropriately enough, Power Pop Radio and Fresh Tracks. (The Rosenbergs are all for letting you hear their music online, further reason to give them props.)

This Ain't No Disco...Except someone forgot to tell girl group Untamed, shown at CBGBs Saturday night, at a battle of the bands rather embarrassingly sponsored by Guitar World
The highlight of the night, though - inadvertently so - came with the group Untamed. I expected something aggressively punky, as befits other Un-bands (Unsound, the Unband). When three cute Canadian girls got up and sang 'The Star Spangled Banner' a capella in response to their "visit to Ground Zero this morning," the whole room was taken aback - and immediately paid rapt attention. Confronted by these three would-be pin-ups, we all waited for the punch line, but there wasn't one. Not only had Untamed had been entered in the Meany Fest despite their lack of musical instruments (rather hilarious given that Guitar World magazine is a sponsor) but they'd been slotted into the dirtiest club in the history of New York rock'n'roll - CBGBs. A couple of people seemed truly offended, claiming that Untamed were spoiling the legacy of CBs, but you know, that's been done enough times already over the years by all manner of crap bands, and their appearance on the bill only proved that in much of the country (and Canada), being in a band doesn't necessitate playing instruments - or indeed, singing live. It just means looking good and being malleable to industry designs. As such, their appearance was entirely justified - albeit five years too late.


In my esssay of September 11, 2002, Did Bin Laden Win?, I complained that The World Has Not Changed for the Better, largely because the majority of people on both the right and the left seem to be carrying on down their same old paths of tired ideology, when the changed world around us demands a new ways of thinking. My point was sadly proven when I picked up the two major New York free weeklies on Wednesday - the exact first anniversary of the September 11 attacks - and their covers revealed their blinkered thinking without apology. The left-wing Village Voice portrayed George Washington weeping, under the banner headline, 'America's Vanishing LIberties,' almost as if there was no reason for liberties to have been called into question in the first place. The cover of the mostly right-wing (though, interestingly in light of the Village Voice cover, I would describe it as essentially libertarian) New York Press carried an essay by publisher Russ Smith entitled Look Back In Anger, in which his still-resonant fury over the September 11 massacre (he lives a few blocks from Ground Zero) has extended into a strong call for war against Saddam Hussein's Iraq. There was almost no middle ground anywhere in the two paper. The Voice was somewhat redeemed by a beautiful full page cartoon from Ward Sutton (his snide dig at Springsteen aside) and buried in Smith's lengthy essay was the following quotation from Michael Kelly in the current Atlantic Monthly. Smith says it was cribbed from "an observation of (Kelly's) colleague Christopher Hitchens," the American-based British writer whom regular readers will know I think highly of. And it reads as follows:
"The great running tension now in policy and politics, and in the public discussion of policy and politics, is not so much between left and right or even between Democrat and Republican as it is between those who understand 9/11 as a dividing line and those who do not."
Exactly the point I was trying to make myself on Wednesday. And it needs to be stressed internationally, too, because the dividing line is global, not local. To the commentators who have indeed understood 9/11 as a dividing line - Christopher Hitchens, Camille Paglia, Martin Amis, Thomas Friedman, Andrew Sullivan and Alan Dershowitz among them - I offer thanks for your words.

FOR SEPTEMBER 7-13 MUSINGS CLICK HERE (includes Sep 11 memorials, Did Bin Laden Win, Scissor Sisters and Elctro-clash)
FOR AUGUST 31-SEPTEMBER 6 MUSINGS CLICK HERE (includes The Strokes live, The Rising, Saint Etienne, Team USA, a.i., Tahiti 80, Dot Allison)
AUGUST 17-30 DAILY MUSINGS CLICK HERE (includes holiday musings, wine reviews, Luna at Southpaw, and more)
FOR AUGUST 10-16 DAILY MUSINGS CLICK HERE (includes lengthy Who live review)
FOR JULY 27-AUG 9 DAILY MUSINGS CLICK HERE (includes Area 2, 24 Hour Party People Party, Hootenanny Tour, 2 Many DJs and more.
FOR JULY 20-26 DAILY MUSINGS CLICK HERE (includes Wilson Pickett, John Entwistle, rebuilding downtown NYC)
JULY 13-19
DAILY MUSINGS CLICK HERE (includes Love Parade, Teany, RenewNYC, Femi Kuti, NRA, Londonisation of New York, F Britishification of Global Rock)
FOR JULY 6-12 DAILY MUSINGS CLICK HERE (includes Mike Meyers as Keith Moon, the RAVE Act, John Entwistle, Michael Jackson, Southpaw, Moby Online, Layo & Bushwacka!,
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FOR JUNE 29-JULY 5 DAILY MUSINGS CLICK HERE (includes World Cup Final, John Entwistle's legacy, The Who's decision to carry on, the meaning of July 4)
FOR JUNE 22-28 DAILY MUSINGS CLICK HERE (includes World Cup diary, Dr. John, Doves, Mermaid Parade, John Entwistle's death, Timothy White's death, Clinic Firewater and Radio 4 live, The Who's decision to carry on)
FOR JUNE 15-21 DAILY MUSINGS CLICK HERE (includes World Cup diary, Liars live, GiantFingers, the Big Takeover)
FOR JUNE 8 -14 DAILY MUSINGS CLICK HERE (includes World Cup diary, StellaStarr*, Jose Padilla, Dee Dee Ramone, suicide bombings)
FOR JUNE 1-7 DAILY MUSINGS, CLICK HERE (includes World Cup diary, Southpaw, Six Foot Under, Andrew Sullivan)
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