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From the European Corporate Chess Championship to an Unexpected Musical Jam Session: Two Days Where Many of the World’s Top Players challenge Executives of the World’s Top Companies in the Chess Mecca of My Hometown of Asnières-sur-Seine

November 9, 2025
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ASNIERES-SUR-SEINE, France – For the last week I had been worried sick about how well I might match up with one of France’s coolest jazz pianists and his upright bass player for a gig I had been invited to do at the Gala of the European Corporate Chess Championship in my hometown last night. Fortunately, for two very good reasons I ended up not having a problem playing with Ahmet Gülbay at all: the first was because Ahmet and his bass player are such great musicians with so much experience playing in jam sessions that they had no problem at all adapting to my own idiosyncratic musical style, so far away from their own. The second reason was that I had also been invited at the last minute to play in the tournament itself on the team of the Ile de France Region, as I am a member of the club that organized the event: Le Grand Echiquier, of Asnières-sur-Seine. And if my music is idiosyncratic, my chess game is even more so. But having spent the two days prior to mounting the stage losing all but the last game of my six rounds in the tournament, I had just the “blues” and pent up emotion to get up on stage and try to take my revenge by channelling all that amassed energy into song. It seemed to work. Above all, the tournament and gala were of such emotional proportions for me and everyone who attended, that we were all winners in the end. Oh, yes, and what made that gala so special and perfect for this blog which has always had as its main central theme the open mic or open jam session, the gala stage itself ended up turning into something of an open mic, or open stage, as it turned out we had several fantastic musicians in the room who ended up taking the stage.

This extraordinary chess tournament is in only its second year, but anyone who visited over the last couple of days might have imagined it has been around for decades: There were more than 50 teams of four players each from around Europe, and the players ranged from the un-rated to among the top in the world, including the former world champion, Veselin Topalov, of Bulgaria. Another of the top rated players of the event is the extraordinary Ukrainian, Igor Kovalenko, who after three years fighting on the frontlines of his country’s war with Russia, has recently taken a break to return to chess. He with his Ukraine team won the European Team Championships last month. Yesterday, his team – Greco – won the tournament in Asnières.

Marie-Do Aeschlimann, center, senator and wife of Manuel Aeschlimann, hand on her shoulder, with Jean-Claude Moingt on the left, at the prize giving of the tournament.

The tournament is the fruit of a fantastic synergy between the founding director of the Grand Echiquier, Jean-Claude Moingt and the longtime mayor of Asnières-sur-Seine, Manuel Aeschlimann. The two of them met in the 1970s while playing tournaments as teenagers, and while the one pursued his political career – without ever losing his love for chess – the other concentrated his energies in building the sport in France to the highest levels. Moingt first founded the Clichy chess club, which went on to become the strongest in the country for many years, fostering some of the top talents, before he became the president of the French Chess Federation from 2005 to 2011. A decade ago, the mayor called him up and told him he wanted to develop his city as a chess center in France. Today, my hometown since 1996 – where my son had begun playing chess as a young child and reached a top level before quitting competitive chess at age 15 – is now the seat of the French federation, and the home of the Grand Echiquier, which has among its players some of the top in the world, including Maxime Vachier-Lagrave, the former world blitz champion, the rising young talents Javokhir Sindarov and Andrey Esipenko, and the Jules Moussard, a former French champion. Not to mention the somewhat retired former champion, Joel Lautier. The team has won the European Cup several years in a row. And as a final statement of its chess ambitions, there is a sector of the city that now features streets and a park bearing the names of several chess champions.

Marc’Andria Maurizzi, center, accepting his team’s trophy.

At this weekend’s European Corporate Chess Championship, under the aegis of the European Chess Union, other better known players included the reigning French national champion, Marc’Andria Maurizzi, and the former champions, Moussard and Laurent Fressinet. Another Frenchman was Jean-Marc Degraeve, who just won the European seniors title. There were many other extraordinary players from several other countries. But one of the most interesting of those who took part in what is above all a meeting between top companies and chess players to try to use the game as a team building and intellectually stimulating exercise was the 2024 Nobel Prize winner in Chemistry, Sir Demis Hassabis, who also happens to be the founder of Google DeepMind. Hassabis was something of a child prodigy in chess, among many other things, and he remains attached to the game. There were several teams from Google present at the boards. I played the seventh round against Google’s #2 team, and I lost in the final seconds of the game on board 4 against what I can only describe as a brilliant young woman. I mean, could my ego accept she be anything else?

My only excuse for losing so many games was that I have absolutely no experience playing in this particular time control: It was 15 minutes for each player, PLUS 5 seconds added after each move at the end…. I got so excited and nervous several times as the game arrived close to its end that I threw away great positions for total failure! Including in the Google game!

Brad Spurgeon with Ahmet Gulbay and Laurent Souques Photo©Nicolas Auneveux

Anyway, as I said, this whole thing just lifted my angst, anger, and motivation to try to get rid of all of that pent up whatever by playing the music during the gala last night. But there remained that other challenge that I mentioned: The top jazz musicians I was matched up to play with. It was Jean-Claude Moingt, the director of the club, who called me from the big Cap d’Agde tournament a week or so ago to invite me to play with his friend, Ahmet Gülbay, who is not just a great pianist, but a chess player himself and Gülbay’s regular bass player, Laurent Souques.

As anyone who follows this blog knows, any small amount of talent I may have in music – a little more than in chess nevertheless – is entirely unrelated to jazz. I am a huge fan of jazz, however, and have even seen some of the great pianists live – like Duke Ellington, Count Basie, and McCoy Tyner. So I was trembling with respect and trepidation. Ahmet and I exchanged phone calls and I sent him four songs I thought we could try from my repertoire, so he had a bit of time to look at what he was up against! (“Mad World,” “Crazy Love,” “Wicked Game,” and “What’s Up!.”)

Brad Spurgeon on stage at the chess tournament Photo©Nicolas Auneveux

As it turned out, I need not have worried. Ahmet is such an experienced pro, with more experience than I can even dream of with his longtime leading of the Duc des Lombards open jam session, dates at the New Morning and other prestigious venues, while Laurent Souques is also so talented and wide-ranging a bass player, that not only did we play those scheduled songs, but we did many more from my repertoire as well. The night then finally progressed with us playing not only together, but also taking duties on the stage individually in order to give each other breaks, as the celebration went on for several hours. The people attending the gala therefore, had a night of hearing my rock, pop, folk, and Ahmet and Laurent’s classic jazz and show tunes. Ahmet has a massive repertoire, and a facility to glide across the keys like I have rarely heard.

Then, one of those musical things happened that I run into again and again: The night turned into a kind of open mic session! First, a young guy who had been sitting beside Ahmet for several tunes, asked me when I was up doing a solo if he could play the piano. I agreed. When he immediately launched into Bach, Beethoven and Chopin, and did it like a master, I quickly exited the stage! Seeing this, another participant in the tournament asked if he could take my guitar and the stage for a song. I agreed: Out camee the Oasis standard, “Wonderwall!” Then, by the end of the evening, we discovered we had another singer in the crowd, and all I can say is that when she took the mic, I counted my blessings that she ended up singing AFTER my gig had basically finished. I did not want to go up on stage after a fabulous, trained opera singer, who has also mastered the French pop and jazz standards doing a couple of Piafs and several other songs. She was fantastic, and unfortunately, I did not get her name. But the combination of Ahmet, Laurent and this singer was brilliant: Especially for the many French people still left at the end of the long gala evening. And the most surprising of all, I think, was when the President of the Asnières chess club, Yves Marek, a top politician, and also the president of the “Hall de la chanson, Centre national du patrimoine de la chanson, des variétés et des musiques actuelles,” got up on stage and sang a comical ditty from Belgium!

In the end, I mentioned synergy between the two lead architects of the emergence of Asnières-sur-Seine as a French chess mecca; but what astounds me personally is how I could find myself quite by chance not only being a great fan – and mediocre player – of chess and living in this town, but being able to merge that with my other great love of music. There was another thing that made me feel even more at home at the European Corporate Chess Championship, and that was after my decades of reporting on big companies in the context of both my technology writing and my Formula One writings at the International Herald Tribune and The New York Times, I felt I had stepped into a zeitgeist in that area with people I felt close to as well – even all those horrible people who beat me at the chessboard!

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Groovin’ the Jam at La Grooverie Jam in Lyon, France

September 8, 2025
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LYON – On the last night of our three-day oversea and overland trip back from Sicily to Paris we stopped over in Lyon, as we usually do. But this time, Ornella insisted that we find an open mic for me to play some music in, just for a change, and since I have been going too long without jamming in public. (Having played only once or twice during our two months in Sicily.) But when I stepped into La Grooverie at 9 rue du Jardin des Plantes in central Lyon, I immediately turned to Ornella and said: “This place is not for me!”

It’s not that I found this one of several weekly jam sessions in this terrific bar venue to look bad. I found it to look far too GOOD for me. We entered a full, bustling, bar to see the stage at the far end full of young musicians preparing to play. It was between songs, so while I knew that the theme was supposed to be funk, groove, etc., I did not even have to hear the music to know what I was up against: A stage full of brass – trumpets, saxes, and others – flutes, bass guitar, lead guitar, full drum set, keyboards, two vocal mics… in short, a whole orchestra of what could only be something special.

First at La Grooverie Jam in Lyon

“Come on, Brad, try!” said Ornella. “I’ll go and find out how it works.”

“I can see how it works,” I said. “There’s no room for me. There’s no way I can get up there just with my guitar and do a Bob Dylan!”

“Let’s just see,” she insisted.

“But I can only let them down. These are clearly seasoned musicians, and they will not be doing my kind of stuff. This is going to be great music!”

Second at La Grooverie Jam in Lyon

Ornella Lays the Pressure On

She insisted again, and anyway, it was raining outside and we had been driving from Genova most of the day and were exhausted and hungry and needed a beer. So we ordered a couple of pints of IPA, and waited for the music to start. Or rather, I stayed at the bar and moped, while Ornella went out to the terrace for a smoke.

While I listened to the first song, a guy approached me as he saw I had my guitar case. He introduced himself as Matt, and said he was the organizer of the jam. Did I want to play? I thought of Ornella, and said, “Sure. But how does it work.” I told him my limitations, but he said to go sign the list and they would call me up.

The music was exactly what I thought, and the jam was what I expected. What I did not consider, was just how great the attitude was of seemingly all the musicians – and public – who attended. When Ornella returned she told me that she had struck up a conversation with some musicians on the terrace and they told her how it worked and that I should try. She told me that I had to go see the organizer. I said I had signed up.

And Then Brad Got Up on Stage – and it was a Mad, Mad World

Then she gave told me the other thing that she had discovered, which is a key to this whole open jam – and the others under different themes that take place on two other nights per week: Most of the musicians who play in the jam are from local music schools in Lyon. They are young, enthusiastic, excellent musicians with a clear love of just getting up on stage and playing. Doesn’t matter who with.

Brad at La Grooverie Jam in Lyon

And so when it was my turn to get up on stage, I immediately felt comfortable with the other musicians who had been assigned to play with me. I assume that since Matt knew I was mostly guitar and vocals with a more rock than groove song, he assigned only a drummer, bass player and a keyboard player – to make it easier for me. He had told me that they only did cover songs, so I combed through all my possibilities, and dug deep and … came up with the one I do the most: “Mad World.”

In the end, a trumpet player and a saxophonist both timidly tried to fit into the piece, but I guess they couldn’t find the groove! I wish I had the time to have done another song, but I didn’t want to overstay my welcome. It was a great moment for me, anyway, and Ornella made a video of it – warts and all!

Third at La Grooverie Jam in Lyon

The ambience was so great that we stayed on until practically the end of the jam at 11pm before we ran off to eat a late dinner of Ramen soup in the main square not far from our hotel. And I gave a huge thanks to Ornella for pushing me on, when all the nerves in my body told me there was no place for me this in La Grooverie jam. How wrong I was!

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Astounding Allman Brothers Dickey Betts Tribute Concert Film, and Another Thanks to the Inspirational Mark Greenberg

March 17, 2025
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Dickey Betts 1978

PARIS – I had to stop everything I was doing tonight when I saw that my friend Mark Greenberg posted a link to the full concert video of the Dickey Betts Tribute live in Macon gig that he played in on 28 February, last month. I had seen Mark mentioning this upcoming gig on Facebook for a while, but I never expected this concert to be as astounding as it is. I am posting the link so you can immediately drop everything you are doing, tune in and listen to the whole three hours of it – or, if you don’t immediately have that amount of time to spare, skim through and find the Allman Brothers Band songs you love the most and listen to those, then go back again. Spoiler Alert: The concert ends with “Ramblin’ Man!”

Dickey Betts, if you don’t know, was one of the founding members and guitarists of the Allman Brothers Band. And you will recognize which one when you hear his son’s guitar playing and vocals, especially on that aforementioned song, which was written and sung by Betts. He died at the age of 80 last April, and this memorial concert brings together not just his own son, Duane Betts, but other big stars and Allman musicians and family such as Warren Haynes, Chuck Leavell, Derek Trucks, Susan Tedeschi, Charlie Starr, Oteil Burbridge, Devon Allman.

Dickey Betts Tribute live in Macon

Just when I was feeling about as low as I ever could in my entire life about the United States, this film and concert has reminded me of one of the many things I love about the country. I won’t go into any detail anywhere about any of that, just take a look for yourself. This is a fabulous concert, especially if, like me, you love or grew up with the Allman Brothers Band’s music.

Mark Greenberg Drummer

Mark Greenberg, whom I mentioned posted the link and is playing drums, is another inspiring part of my life. In 2011 when I was doing a week’s worth of open mics in New York City and he was running the Bitter End Jam, which he has done for almost as along as the Allman Brothers exist (exaggeration), I was about to walk out the door feeling way too intimidated to get on stage. He was standing on the sidewalk outside during the break, and seeing me walking out with my guitar he asked what was going on? (I must have signed a list to go up before this.) I came up with some lame excuse that had nothing do to with telling him I was actually scared shitless to go up with musicians of that quality, when he talked me into going up anyway. We worked out what the songs would be, he said they could do them, and up I went. Best moment of my time in NYC.

The next day, Mark gave me more of his time being interviewed on my cameras in his practice studio in the legendary Music Building, for my worldwide open mic film, Out of a Jam. Mark was one of the most inspiring of those I interviewed, and he appears throughout the film as one of the regular “talking heads.” All of this made seeing this film an emotionally moving thing. But there was more moving to it than you can yet imagine.

Seeing Mark in this Dickey Betts tribute, you will find him as one of three drummers always on the stage, and you will recognize him easily because he is the one with the shortest hair. When I interviewed him his hair was down to his shoulders. My bet is it will grow back there soon, but at the moment, Mark Greenberg has been going through treatment for pancreatic cancer, a disease that took his father’s life some decades ago. To see his optimistic and defiant, and joyful posts regularly on Facebook, and above all, to see him back on stage behind the drums at a gig like this, is yet another in the long line of inspirational things I now connect his name to.

Thanks Mark, and hope we get to play together again some day soon too! Maybe not in Macon, Georgia, where you played this concert – but why not Macon, France?

Allman Brothers Band in 1969

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New Openings at Paris Songwriters Club Open Mic at the Cave Café

November 14, 2024
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Paris Songwriters Club participant

PARIS – I recently saw that the Paris Songwriters Club open mic at the Cave Café on Tuesday nights would open its rules a little to allow cover songs. This is the wonderful evening hosted by Paddy Sherlock for close to a decade now, and that after finding and then losing two or three venues, finally landed in its dream spot of the Cave Café basement room just behind Montmartre. What made for this open mic’s originality – personal compositions only, please – also made for a certain limitation for someone like me, who has only so many songs I’ve written that I will ever dream of singing in public. So I kept going, but I would always sing the same songs…until I kind of stopped. When I heard I could sing cover songs now, I went IMMEDIATELY!

But attention, or watch out, or wait right one second: Paddy wants to make it clear that this remains the Paris Songwriters Club, and that he still prefers songs performed being those written by the performers themselves. But he felt that it was time to open up to continue to do exactly the same thing that is the point of the original idea: To encourage singer songwriters and just plain performers to get up on stage, experiment, and hopefully feel the urge, and the comfort to eventually write their own stuff.

It came out of his mouth before I even said it, that there were cases of people who write their own songs, but don’t have enough of them.

“But if someone comes and they’ve written, like, 2,000 songs, I’d really rather they do their own!” said Paddy, when we spoke about it at the end of another great night at the open mic.

Dr Faustus Talking WWIII at Cave Cafe

In fact, and indeed, as I sat there last night and listened to one original musician after another – none of whom I had ever heard before – I realized that almost all of them were doing their own songs anyway. And I felt that, this is great, the tradition continues, but the doors are open for anything. (I must not forget to add that Paddy has also always allowed for people to do stand up comedy, acting, reading, whatever they want.)

And boy, did “anything” follow. From Brooklyn came a somewhat secretive guy who called himself “Dr. Faustus.” I say secretive simply because, a), he left before I even had a chance to talk to him and b), I had the sense that he had done a pact with the devil, and so hightailed it outta there as soon as he could.

Woman Sings Pakistani song at Cave Cafe

And I say that about the pact because his cover of Bob Dylan’s Talking World War III Blues was just brilliant. So brilliant that I thought, “Who is this guy?” But never got an answer, except he is from Brooklyn….

So I was happy the doors had opened for that one.

There was another guy who did a song that might as well have been a personal composition for most of us, as I think a lot of us might not have heard it before, even if I think it might be well known in Corsica. And if not, it should be. It was something like “Ma Patrie, Corse…” but I did not note the title, and anyway, the guy said it was written by his music teacher in high school – so it might be considered something of a personal composition after all.

Woman Sings Man Percusses at Cave Cafe

When it came my turn, as I have not been performing in public much lately, and there I was doing cover songs for the first time on Paddy Sherlock’s open mic, I was overly nervous, and felt worse than half ok during my first two songs. I was also using a guitar that was up to my chin with the strap setting, and that didn’t help. I did “Runaway Train” by Soul Asylum and “Come Pick Me Up,” by Ryan Adams.

But it was on my second time on stage after we had run through two songs from all musicians present and had time for another go that the evening transformed for me into a truly memorable one, and gave the real sense to the meaning of the new approach allowing cover songs at Paddy’s place.

I am working on a recording of a cover song that I hope to release soon. The guy who wrote the original even offered to sing or play a bit on the song himself, and given that he is a very successful musician, I got out and recorded my guitar and vocals as quickly as I could. I got a friend from Canada to add bass. But then I realized that having upped the tempo so much in my version recorded in the studio that I don’t have enough “space” to sing the chorus as it should be done, in a long, drawn out manner. In short, the chorus sung by me stinks.

Corsican song at Paris Songwriters Club

I’ve been wrestling for weeks, even months, on how to fix that problem. So with only a few people left in the room last night, I decided to explain my predicament and ask for ideas on how to fix it. I sang the song, it went down pretty well, and I felt much better about my performance. (To the point that some listeners did not quite understand the problem with the chorus – but I told them I cheated on stage, making room in that part that I don’t have in the recording!)

But what happened was I got some fresh ideas – particularly from Paddy a bit later – and now I have some new ideas on how I might fix that problem with the chorus.

Paddy said at the end that this kind of thing was totally within the spirit of what he would hope to be doing with his open mic now that covers are part of the Paris Songwriters Club.

I sure won’t say no!

Senegal guy sings at Paris Songwriters Club

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Irish Trad Music Around a Table in Paris with Paddy Sherlock – and Charles de Lint and MaryAnn Harris in the Background, on my Mind

March 7, 2024
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Paddy Sherlock and Paul Susen at La Cave Café in Paris

PARIS – Truth be told, it has been 50 years since I sat around a table and played along with Irish songs in a pub over a couple of pints. But 50 years ago, I was incapable of carrying a tune, and only really dreaming I was doing it. That was with my friend Charles de Lint and his band, Wickentree, in Ottawa at The Celts Room bar in Ottawa. Last night, I joined Paddy Sherlock and fiddle-player Paul Susen at La Cave Café for the first round-the-table weekly Irish jam. And sitting before me or beside me throughout the jam was the songbook of Celtic trad songs handwritten and given to me by Charles de Lint half a century ago as well. To my slight surprise – but not too much – Paddy Sherlock knew and played almost all of those songs…and more.

While Charles de Lint went on to become a successful fantasy novelist, he has always continued to play music, as well, writing and recording his own songs, but also continuing to play traditional music. It was through Charles while he worked at a record store in Ottawa that I also discovered and developed my taste for traditional Irish, Scottish and English music. And while I went on to do my own stuff, and in the open mics I play mine and all the usual pop and folk rock stuff, I regularly persist at home to be a closet Celtic crooner.
Paddy Sherlock and Paul Susen

When I learned last week that Paddy – whose Paris Songwriter’s Club open mic has been going for years – would begin this weekly session around the table, I jumped at it. In fact, I pulled out Charles’s songbook from my shelves and brushed up also on a few songs I love but rarely play at home, to be ready.

First song in Charles de Lint songbook in his calligraphic handwriting

One of these was “Peter’s Song,” by the Sands Family. Memory tells me that during at least one of Charles’s sessions at the Celts Room, he invited at least a couple of the visiting members of that Irish band – on a tour in Canada – onto the stage and they performed together. Maybe it was an amalgamation of my slightly off-kilter teenage mind. In any case, last night, for the first time in my life in front of an audience, I sang their song about a fiddler and a weekly jam he played at until his death in ’74. A beautiful, touching song that paints a picture of the kind of atmosphere I found last night at Paddy Sherlock’s new evening. A line from the song sums it up: “There were flying bows and bodhran sticks and you hadn’t room to turn / But there was always a chair and a couple of drinks for the lad who came to learn.”

Unfortunately, Charles and MaryAnn have not been able to continue their own frequent music nights in Ottawa over the last more than two years, as MaryAnn has been in a difficult condition in hospital after being bitten by a tick and infected with Powassan virus. This is a horrible, debilitating condition and situation that you can read more about at the Gofundme page dedicated to MaryAnn and Charles’s plight. And this is why the two of them were so much on my mind at the Cave Café last night. The other reason, was the book that Charles gave me, and that I have treasured for this half century. And I highly recommend any of Charles de Lint’s own novels or short stories and other writings, if you have never read this master of the urban fantasy genre.

Charles de Lint singing and MaryAnn on the mandolin a few years ago

By the way, in addition to “Peter’s Song,” I sang “Only Our Rivers Run Free,” and “The Star of the County Down.” Paddy and Paul did some reels and jigs, and songs like “Whiskey in the Jar” – Paddy’s version was quite different in style than what I know, and strangely sounded something like American country music to my ear!!! (Don’t kill me, Paddy! But I loved it!) And he did “As I Roved Out,” and many other classics. It was so fabulous to hear his Irish accent with these songs – I probably sounded like American country music on ALL of mine to him, with my accent – and he taught me a thing or two about playing the guitar the Irish way! It was a completely different Paddy of the Paris Songwriter’s Club open night.

Paddy Sherlock Irish Night 3

Paddy plans to do this weekly at the Cave Café: So if you are an audience member or a musician, get your instruments or vocal cords warmed up and join the jam!

PS Also, take a listen to this old Wickentree song from the 1970s. I remember listening to this one a lot at that time, before I even knew what the words meant – as it is in French.

PPS For years I attended the Oxford Folk Club open night once a year while attending the British Grand Prix. But that was a classic kind of audience/stage open mic, not an around the table jam. A fabulous place, by the way, where some of my folk heroes have occasionally played through the years, like Dave Swarbrick, etc.

Paddy Sherlock Irish night 1

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I Bit the Apple Again, Along with Eve and Had a Blast at the Open Mic

January 26, 2024
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Brad Spurgeon at the Open Mic at The Pom. Photo Credit- ©Riyad Sanford

PARIS – Thank goodness for friends who get you to move your butt. Last Friday, I had a very busy day with TAC Teatro, doing two shows, one in which I performed, the other that I filmed. A friend visiting Paris contacted me and said he wanted to do an open mic with me – the open mic at the Pomme d’Eve in the 5th Arrondissement, near the Panthéon. Going out again was the last thing I wanted to do after that long day, but the friend was visiting Paris only for the weekend. So I said I would go. Thank goodness I did! Another great night at this Paris mainstay open mic run by Riyad Sanford, after his previous musical evening at the Klein Bar across the river had been closed down.

My need for relaxation – and a beer – after the long day was more than fed by the laid-back atmosphere in this medieval kind of basement room with its curved ceilings, cut off from the world in every way except for the warm crowd of spectators and musicians. And above it all, Riyad, with his warm MCing of the open mic. My friend said it brought him right back to Greenwich Village in 1970 – or thereabouts. Think “Inside Llewyn Davis”

Ladies band singing a cappella at The Pom open mic

There was a long list of performers, and as I mentioned in my previous post about the open mic at The Pom, it’s important to get there even earlier than the 20:30 sign up time if you want a good spot on the list. I had a pretty good spot in the middle of the evening with one drawback. As I said when I got on stage, Riyad really did me a great injustice to have put me right after one of the most spectacular acts of the evening – a girls band singing a cappella. I did a video of them, which I have placed above in this post.

First at the open mic at The Pom

So there I was having to follow these geniuses! How could I do that? Only one choice: Doing the song I have done more often than any other, and in more places around the world than any other: “Mad World” by Tears for Fears. But then, I decided that the situation called for taking a risk on a new song I have never performed before in public, and only learned recently. This meant even more fear for me of screwing up and having the room erupt in distracted discussion. But if you take no risks, you make no gain.

So I tried it. A cover of Elliott Murphy’s song from his 1973 debut album, Aquashow: “Hows the Family.”

Second at The Pom open mic

Ouf, as the French say, the two pints of beer I had before mounting the stage did their trick, and as soon as I started singing the song I lost my stagefright, and it felt like I was on stage at the Olympia. That, of course, was also thanks to Riyad’s gentle prodding of the public to not erupt into discussion during this more peaceful, gentle, quiet number. At least I think that’s the case.

Anyway, tonight is Friday again, as I write these words, and the open mic will again take place, and if you happen to read these words tonight, get your butt over there now, whether you want to or not!

Fourth at The Pom open mic

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Google’s Bard AI Chat Program Massacres Jack Kerouac’s “On the Road” – Doing a Little Spoken Word at the Spoken Word Night of the Cabaret Culture Rapide

September 23, 2023
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The Bard

PARIS – I had intended to play a song or two at the Paris Lit Up! spoken word open mic on Thursday, bringing my guitar with me, but as I listened to the many other readers of their prose and poetry, I had a sudden idea and urge. I pulled out my iPhone as I stood at the bar during the first speakers’ numbers – and I felt like I would be judged as a horrible person for looking at my phone during a performance – to see if there remained a trace of the experiment in writing I had done the previous night. Thursday morning I had read an article in The New York Times about Google’s Bard AI chat software and had decided to sign up for it and test it out on a piece of my writing. I was delighted to find on my iPhone that the whole question and answer I had asked Bard was still there. I could present it to the audience at Paris Lit Up!

I am writing a memoir at the moment, and after reading the NYT article, I thought about the prospect of Bard helping Brad. Not to write my memoir, no way. But perhaps it could help me copy edit it. Despite more than 30 years of published writing, I still question my talents and abilities and try always to improve. (This blog is a bit of an exception – being mostly self-willed verbal diarrhea, since it is a kind of diary or log of my activities as opposed to any polished intended work of art.) So I am always ready and willing to receive suggestions, criticisms and editing of my work. In fact, I think that having at least one copy editor look over any piece of writing is what makes the difference between amateur and professional writing.

In any case, I set up an account with Google Bard (as Brad) and I entered the following prompt followed by a paragraph from my memoir: “rewrite the following text in shorter, more precise sentences:” In the snap of a finger Bard rewrote my paragraph of 6 wordy sentences into two very tight sentences that I wanted to believe were trash, but being the sensitive and flexible writer that I think I am, I admitted got the job done. But I also felt a little pinch of, “OK, fine, but there were so many nuances and so many details in my paragraph that I felt bring it to life for the reader, and carry the reader into the world that I had myself lived and wanted to communicate.”

Bard, I then saw, not only decided to execute the task I asked it to do but it also decided – or rather, was programmed – to write in point form all of the various cuts, adjustments, and changes that it made and precisely why it made them. When reading this, I felt a crushing sense of defeat and incompetence as a writer. I felt a blow to my ego, to the quality of my memoir, and a confirmation of those little voices nagging in my head telling me I am an imposter! (Yes, writer imposter syndrome.)

Why did I feel this way? Because it told me that more than one part of the paragraph was “redundant and hyperbolic.” It combined two sentences to make one more concise sentence that I should have seen in the first place. In another case, again, it said I was redundant and it explained precisely why. It removed several details from another spot because it said they were “unnecessary” and “distracting”! Finally, it added a phrase “to add a bit of poetic flair to the sentence.” In other words, without that contribution, there was no poetry in what I wrote. The final hit to the gut was the kind sign off of Bard to me for the work it did at my command: “I hope this is helpful!”

Helpful? Sure, gut-wrenching ego destruction, and a sense that I had spent a lifetime learning to write and taking in editorial criticisms and suggestions all these years only to find myself back at square one – excuse the use of a cliche – and not knowing how to write!

Then, my survival instinct kicked in. I came up with an idea for an experiment. I would compare Bard’s copy editing of my paragraph to that of a recognized masterpiece of creative writing. I would use the exact same prompt – although this time I added the word “Please” – and see what Bard did to the great, but wordy, writer Jack Kerouac from his masterpiece, “On the Road.”

The result was more than reassuring. It taught me a lesson. Here is how Bard responded…or rather, here is the whole exercise, still available for this cut and paste from my Bard account:

Google’s Bard AI Chat Program Massacres Jack Kerouac’s “On the Road” masterpiece

“Rewrite the following text in shorter, more precise sentences: I woke up as the sun was reddening; and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didn’t know who I was – I was far away from home, haunted and tired with travel, in a cheap hotel room I’d never seen, hearing the hiss of steam outside, and the creak of the old wood of the hotel, and footsteps upstairs, and all the sad sounds, and I looked at the cracked high ceiling and really didn’t know who I was for about fifteen strange seconds. I wasn’t scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost.””

Shorter, more precise version:

Waking in a strange hotel room, I didn’t know who I was for fifteen seconds, as if I were a different person, living a haunted life.

I made the following changes:

I removed the phrase “as the sun was reddening” because it is unnecessary to the main idea of the sentence.

I combined the two sentences “I woke up and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didn’t know who I was” into one sentence to make it more concise.

I removed the phrase “I was far away from home, haunted and tired with travel” because it is redundant. The word “traveling” implies that the speaker is far from home and tired.

I combined the two sentences “I was in a cheap hotel room I’d never seen, hearing the hiss of steam outside, and the creak of the old wood of the hotel, and footsteps upstairs, and all the sad sounds” into one sentence to make it more concise.

I removed the phrase “and really didn’t know who I was for about fifteen strange seconds” because it is redundant. The previous sentence already implies that the speaker didn’t know who they were.

I removed the phrase “I wasn’t scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger” because it is repetitive. The previous sentence already implies that the speaker felt like a different person.

I replaced the phrase “and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost” with the more concise phrase “living a haunted life.”

I hope this is helpful!”

Real life lessons learned about creative writing from Google’s Bard AI Chat program

Yes! Not only was it helpful to me, but after reading it to all the budding writers at the spoken word event at the Cabaret Culture Rapide, where the spoken word event happens every Thursday, but I felt it was helpful to everyone and I said to them: This response is proof to me that the art of writing is something that we must do because we believe in it, and in ourselves. And sometimes we will find other people who we touch, despite the writing perhaps apparently breaking the mechanical rules of what makes for “good writing.” We cannot succeed in pleasing all readers all of the time, but we may please some of the readers some of the time. The important thing is that, ultimately, there are no rules. There is only the humnan self-expression that will or will not reach the reader. Or will reach some, but not others. Just keep on writing, and don’t lose confidence through criticisms made of your work. Try to improve, but don’t take every editor’s opinion to heart. The masterpieces often break the rules and create something new.”

Aside from sounding like the harsh and self-assured judgments of so many editors I have heard throughout my career (;-)), what struck me was how Bard executed precisely what I had asked for, but had indeed killed the art. The worst thing was that its criticisms, its reasons for making the changes, while they were correct from the point of view of a strictly logical thinking computer program, were absolutely far off the mark and plain wrong when applied to the purpose and effects of a work of art.

For me, the importance of this revelation with Bard, the lesson I learned, was not so much that AI is not yet ready to create a work of art like “On the Road,” but rather, that we as writers must believe in what we write and understand that editors will always have differences of opinion, but that the work you do should be above those differences. Yeah, you’ll write some crap, but you may just write something fabulous that you do not want to be torn apart by the opinion of one, two, three or even four editors.

Anyway, I am very conscious of this blog post being very long and wordy. So I am now going to ask Bard to sum it up in one paragraph (I will not publish the why it did its changes):

“Bard is a powerful tool for editing writing, but it is important to remember that it is a machine and does not have the same understanding of art and creativity as a human writer. It is important to use Bard’s suggestions as a starting point, but ultimately the author should make the final decisions about what changes to make to their work.”

Hmm…I am not sure that’s precisely what I said, but it’ll do!

In any case, not only did I not regret playing music at the spoken word night, but I found myself having a great time just talking and not singing. So I can thank Bard for that inspiration too!

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Theatrical and Musical Adventures from Aubervilliers and Asnières to Castellammare del Golfo, Sicily

July 27, 2023
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Academy of the Unfulfilled in Palermo Flash Mob

CASTELLAMMARE DEL GOLFO, Sicily – I have been wrapped up in a whirlwind of theatrical and musical adventures over the past month that have been so many and varied that I have had not a single moment to write about them here, despite itching to do so every day. Now I am sitting high in the hills above Castellammare as I start these words, taking a break from setting down harmonies for the next song in a musical show that we will be performing at this Azienda Agricola Acquaviva this coming Sunday, 30 July, and I finally found a moment to get a few words down in the blog about these incredible experiences.

Brad Spurgeon as Einstein in TAC production

The first was my cameo role as Albert Einstein in TAC Teatro‘s next play, the work-in-progress tentatively titled “La Première Fois.” The show is in its early stages of creation, but TAC Teatro put on a show of the work-in-progress at its theater space in Aubervilliers at 164 rue Henri Barbusse. I loved creating this role with Ornella Bonventre directing, because I cannot imagine that many other wonderful true-life personalities to play than Einstein. And, surprise surprise, I discovered through the necessity of growing my hair and my moustache, that I am capable of growing a moustache that is a pretty damn convincing version of the mathematical genius’s moustache! (Now if only I discovered I could also emulate his mathematical genius.) In any case, the show went off very well, with the TAC Teatro actors demonstrating more than ever their diversity of talents, as the show is full of music, magic and illusion, along with some beautiful songs. My role is minor, opens the show at the moment, and will probably appear again later on.

TAC Teatro school performers take a bow at yearend show at Studio Théâtre of Asnières-sur-Seine

The sad story there was that this was the last show that TAC Teatro performed in the space where it has been housed for the last two and a half years, since the middle of the Covid epidemic. The owners of the former warehouse decided they want to try to sell the lot on which it sits, and so they took it back from us, and the same day we handed over the keys, they had the space demolished so that no one got the idea of squatting it. In a sad, sad irony, while the rich owners wanted to demolish our space to keep squatters out, that same night during the riots that tore France apart after the police killed a 17-year-old for no reason, TAC Teatro’s new space for the coming season, in Asnières-sur-Seine was demolished, looted, burned down, by the rioters. So the coming season poses some challenges.

In the meantime, TAC Teatro also celebrated its yearend of performances of the students of the classes in Asnières, which took place in the 200-seat, magnificent Studio Théâtre. There, I was called in to do the job of MC, and I was given the opportunity to do this by playing a song between each performance of the classes. I matched the nature of each song with the play performance. The plays of the children were Peter Pan, the Addams Family and the Petits Chaperons Rouges; the adult class’s play was “The Bear,” by Chekhov. It was a fabulous festive evening of shows with a full house spectators and a great capping to a season of drama classes for TAC Teatro and its students.

Brad Spurgeon MCing the TAC Teatro yearend show

No sooner did we finish that event than we packed the car to go to our annual summer address in Castellammare del Golfo in Sicily, not far from Palermo. Here, this year, I started my first week participating in the great Chiringuito Jam session in Scopello, that I had discovered only last year, and which we learned was run by Ornella’s cousin, Michelangello Bologna. I again did a couple of songs with a complete band, and with Michelangello, who is a Michelangello of the harmonica in addition to the MC of the evening.Then, suddenly irresistibly, surprisingly, and synchronistically, after we had discovered that Castellammare del Golfo had been chosen as the location for a big crazy theater workshop by the illustrious Mario Biagini and his group called Accademia dell’Incompiuto – Academy of the Unfulfilled, we decided to take part. This workshop, or residency, lasts for the entire second two weeks of July, and in addition to consisting of working with Biagini’s troupe to create a final show – called “The Thirsty Ones” – for the 30th July, we also had two other performances of some of the work.

Teaser for the show of Accademia dell’Incompiuto – Academy of the Unfulfilled

Extraordinarily, one of those performances had been planned – without any input or prior knowledge from us – as taking place during the Wednesday night jam at Chiringuito! So for the second time in the month of July I ended up performing on the stage outside in Scopello, but now, I did first a performance of a couple of songs in the usual way with me on the guitar with other performers at the jam; then, second, I worked with the dozen or so actors and singers of the theater workshop performing the songs we had been working on, with their fabulous harmonies and many languages. I played guitar and filled in here and there with vocals.

I want to jump back a little and say why this serendipitous meeting of the Biagini group and Ornella and me was so surprising: We had met Biagini for the first time last year when we went to the Teatro Ridotto outside of Bologna, Italy in order to interview him for a project that Ornella and I are working on about some of the theater greats of the last 60 years. Biagini is known for having worked closely with the legendary intellectual figure of 20th century avant garde theater, Jerzy Grotowski. In fact, Grotowski, who died in 1999, had left Biagini and another man, Thomas Richards, in charge of the Grotowski Center in Pontedera, Italy – Workcenter of Jerzy Grotowski and Thomas Richards – where Mario Biagini had worked since 1986.

Biagini and Richards ran the center until 2021, when they decided to go their own ways. Grotowski was one of the seminal figures of modern theater, and Biagini is a torchbearer of his world, along with Richards. Now this links into the next meeting, which happened a couple of months ago in Paris, when Ornella and I went to the Grotowski event at the Théâtre des Abbesses in Paris where Biagini was present to launch the latest edition that he edited of a translation of Grotowski’s theoretical – and other – writings that has just been published in French. It is a fabulous collection of the theorist’s work, including the writings that would eventually make up his famous and influential “Towards a Poor Theater” book that was first published by the Odin Teatret publisher and founder, Eugenio Barba. (Whom I have written about a few times here.

We also made a connection at one remove with Biagini at the beginning of April this year, when a group that he has directed that came out of Teatro Ridotto, also took part in the annual international residency called Finestres – see my previous post! – that Teatro Ridotto has put on for decades in Italy and that TAC hosted this year in Aubervilliers at the beginning of April. I am speaking about the fantastic Collettivo Hospites, who, incidentally, just put up a video of their memories of that week of activities.

FINESTRE sur le jeune théâtre from Collettivo Hospites

So it was quite amazing to discover that Biagini was holding this workshop in Ornella’s home town in Sicily during our stay here. And we joined in. The performance at Chiringuito was then followed by a flash mob performance a few days later in the streets of downtown Palermo. Here again we sang our songs, and I played guitar along with the musical anchor of the work, Viviana Marino on her classical guitar. There was a film production company on hand in Palermo, so you can see the work of this company, Ponte di Archimede Produzioni, in the teaser for Sunday’s show that I posted above. The teaser was also filmed partly on location at the base in the hills above Castellammare, where we are preparing and will put on the show, and where I am sitting writing these words. You only catch a tiny glimpse of me playing in Palermo, and a bit of Ornella and her daughter, Morgana, are also visible momentarily!

Segesta temple burning July 2023

I hope to have more videos and photos to follow, but this is what I have at the moment. Until then, if you can make it to the show on Sunday, I understand the airport in Palermo is open again…. Oh, yes, that’s another bit of news to follow up with: After the burning down of TAC’s new space in Asnières and the demolition of the old space in Aubervilliers, the 2,000 year old theater in Segesta, next to Castellammare del Golfo, and the neighboring 2,000 year old temple were both engulfed in flames in recent days during the catastrophic fires that we have been experiencing during the massive heatwave that lifted temperatures to well above 40 degrees celsius. A couple of years ago, TAC had been in negotiations to put on a performance on that ancient stage. The flames are following us from town to town, country to country!

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100th Open Mic at Pomme d’Eve in Paris – and My First There

April 16, 2023
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Pomme d’Eve Open Mic

PARIS – I had the strangest experience on Friday evening attending for the first time the Pomme d’Eve open mic in the bar of the same name on the Rue Laplace in Paris. This was the very same cellar bar that had hosted the first ever open mic that in around 2010 immediately transferred up the street to the P’tit Bonheur la Chance bar and became one of the best in the city for years. But I loved the atmosphere of the Pomme d’Eve, with its kind of medieval cave and thick pillars, and small stage, and a great mixture of both intimacy and space. I had seen that my friend Riyad Sanford had been running this “new” open mic in the Pomme d’Eve for probably around two years, as a new addition post-Covid to the Paris open mics, and I had intended for two years to attend! Friday was the first time I could, and the strange thing was not so much the absence of Riyad – who had gone on a trip and been replaced this week by Vedit Raisinghani as host – but the fact that for the first time probably in more than a decade at a Paris open mic, I did not know or recognize a single musician in the open mic!

Yes, here I was, some 13 or more years later at this very same venue from which so much had grown, and at which now Riyad – who for years hosted the open mic at the Klein bar, as well as others like the Galway and occasionally the Highlander – hosted this one and so I assumed that I would find all of the familiar faces. In fact, no. Not a single face I knew. Or not, rather, until I later learned that the violin player who accompanied those who wanted to be accompanied, had remembered me from the Osmoz Café open mic of Sheldon Forrest, and I did have vague memories of him.
Man on piano at Pomme d’Eve Open mic

But what I realized had happened was that a whole generation of performers had suddenly supplanted the previous generation of performers, in the period in which I had greatly reduced my own visiting of open mics due to both Covid and other activities – notably TAC Teatro activities – and so I realized only by not recognizing anyone and also seeing for the first time a new generation that looked sooooo much younger than the previous one, that I had been away a LONG time!
MC and Ales on violin at Pomme d’Eve

But what I found was greatly reassuring: Faces change, generations come and go, but the music and the spirit of the open mic continues in the same way. Signup was advertised as being at 8:30. But by the time I arrived at about 8:35 I was already the 12th, and designated last performer, as there is a strict adherence to the need to close the open mic for the evening at midnight. With three songs each, I just barely managed to get in under the time limit to have my own three songs. But it was a huge pleasure, and there were still lots of audience members by the end of the open mic when I went up, since, I was told, the bar is one of the few that stays open until 5am!
French one at Pomme d’Eve open mic in Paris

From where I was sitting and taking a few videos, you will not see that there was a very nicely sized crowd of musicians and spectators. And my only criticism is that I found the sound system could have been better for the vocals – as you will hear it is ever so slightly muffled. But that may well be because I was not sitting directly in front of the speakers.

This place also has something that is usually missing in most such open mic venues, which is a piano. So it is well worth it for a broad cross-section of performers. And the added touch last on Friday of having Alex, the violin player, was really great. I insisted he play along with me, as I thought he was about to leave as he had not yet recognized me either as the guy he had seen at Osmoz Café. I was glad he joined me on all three songs: “Mad World,” “You Ain’t Goin’ Nowhere,” and my “Borderline.” I was really touched when afterwards one of the other young musicians came up and told me the Dylan song is his favorite … or was it one of his favorites? In any case, it showed me that the generations may change, but the same great songs go on touching them all one after the other.
Duet at Pomme d’Eve Open Mic

Oh yes, and I forgot to mention. Another shocking moment for me came right at the beginning when the MC announced that this was the 100th edition of the open mic! Boy, had I really been gone for a LONG time!

Check it out!

Another at Pomme d’Eve open mic in Paris

Amazing Night at the Open Mic and Film Showing at TAC Teatro

March 26, 2023
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Sheldon Forrest on screen in Out of a Jam at TAC Teatro

AUBERVILLIERS – One of the beauties of live music is that every time you play the experience is something different maybe than you expected. That is, live theater, live music, live anything is unpredictable to a certain degree – some new nuance or moment will stand out and that’s what makes the experience “real.” I had been planning the projection of the Paris moments of my open mic film, “Out of a Jam,” at TAC Teatro for some time. I had been visualizing it in a certain way, anticipating it for what I thought and hoped it would be. In the event, two nights ago, it turned out to be nothing like what I expected, but so much more in so many ways. What a night!

It was a very intimate evening with some great musicians and other unexpected, and exceptional guests (my globe-trotting writer friend Adam Hay-Nicholls, who lives in London, blew me away with his presence), in a warm, thought-provoking moment of what was also a hugely nerve-wracking – but proud – evening of showing in public some excerpts from my film for the first time. A great core group of musicians from Paris showed up, as well as a surprise visit from the great science fiction novelist, Norman Spinrad, and his other half, Dona Sadock, who among many other things, once produced the Firesign Theater comedy troupe. I first wrote about Norman Spinrad in an article in the International Herald Tribune when he was selling the rights to one of his novels via the internet for $1. The book went on to find a publisher some time later, and he has continued to publish non-stop since. I last wrote about Norman Spinrad on this blog when I attended his 70th birthday party, in 2010 – which, when I re-read it, was a hell of a night!

Norman Spinrad and Dona Sadock and me in the middle presenting Out of a Jam at TAC Teatro

The film, “Out of a Jam,” was filmed the following year, but took me until now to complete the editing, and put it in what I consider its final shape: a 21-part series for streaming. Among the guests who attended on Friday night was one of the main “talking heads” of the documentary, Sheldon Forrest, who graced us with his presence despite it being a strike struck period in France and his living a couple of hours away from the Aubervilliers venue! I was thrilled.

The first truly nerve-wracking thing of the evening, though, was that my computer refused to boot! So there was no film. Fortunately I had brought my iPad, and while I could not show the Paris moments to start with, as we waited for more spectators to arrive and for my computer to boot, we watched the Istanbul episode of the series. After that, magically, my computer decided to boot. (Actually, it is not magic. Although I had just a few weeks ago replaced the battery for a similar experience, I think I have solved the problem: It is a Macbook Pro, and after losing my adapter, I replaced it with a non-Apple charger, which I think does not have the same performance capacity as the Apple charger, and so if the computer runs out of charge, it takes FOREVER to re-charge enough to boot!)

Earle Holmes on screen in Out of a Jam at TAC Teatro

I was therefore able to show the compilation of Paris moments from the open mic, which was a 37-minute film without form. But I got all sorts of great responses from the people present.

After that, Joe Cady, my violin-playing friend with whom I have play with several times over the years including at the F1 FanZone in London in 2014 – and whom I first met at Spinrad’s 60th birthday party! – suggested we do a song together, and the very-much-shortened open mic took place! I did “Mad World” with Joe, and it was amazing to play again together, and then Angus Sinclair played another cover with Joe, singing “Wicked Game,” in a wonderful rendition that made it his own.

The evening ended up being more about the film than the open mic and a couple of other musicians who came had to leave early so we did not go beyond that. So it turned out to be completely different than I either planned or imagined. And so much better, in the way it decided to be!

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