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"Schizophonic Mimesis" is to ask how sound recordings, split from their source through the chain of audio production, circulation, and consumption stimulate and license renegotiations of identity. The new material and commidity conditions create new possiblities whereby a place and a people can be recontextualized, rematerialized, and thus thouroughly reinvented. You follow?I don't

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Winter is upon us and I hear it breezing in between the trees. It is anticipating its takeover of the air, and it is laughing at the fact that I do not have a winter coat. It is this time of year that I start thinking about how to keep myself warm. Aside from a new coat, it is time for new music. My first purchase might get me through the entire winter season. Tom Waits has a new 50-track

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I have come to realize that I do not really live in Indiana, I live in Bloomington. This city represents what I would call University Town, USofA. This atmosphere is something I really love though. It is like a labratory or a gym that you get to exercise your brain a bit. Work out the kinks. I think the real world can do a lot to inspire, strengthen the mind, but it can also push you around a

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I used to have a cheap alarm clock that would give me an anxiety attack every morning when it would frighten me out of bed. Those days are over. I now have in my possesion the "cadillac of clock radios." I choose what cd track I would like to wake up to. My mornings are now musically chauffeured. This my friends, is a luxury item. You must go immediately to your local radio shack and ask

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Pot luck in Bloomington hosted by the chair of the Ethno/Folklore Department. Things could certainly be worse.

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As I land in my first week of Graduate School with my eyes on preserving music in communities while using it to build communities, we are on the anniversary of Hurricane Katrina's visit to New Orleans. The man walking and playing among the Katrina induced wreckage shown above is Terence Blanchard. In 1999 I sat in the Jazz tent of the New Orleans Jazz and Heritage Festival and saw Mr. Blanchard

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Love's just a fuel pump to get you from point A to B....and everybody's always fightin' about it. I saw this somewhere in Ohio and couldn't help myself. As I was pumping my gas they had The Byrds playing "Turn, Turn, Turn" over the speakers.

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...a cultural and spirtual bodega air conditioned and electrified in a sultry and powerless wal-'marted' planet. I'll miss your stocked shelves and all night open doors as I go out to come back. See ya' round!

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