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“The only thing hurts now is the pain.


My good bud Al Perry will have a new CD out soon, and I’ll be doing the graphic arts design for it, but for the cover graphic by Winston Smith.

As if to prove that Tucson is the smallest million-plus town in the country, one late recent night I met a guy at a Q-T to buy an equipment rack in the parking lot around midnight off craigslist. He stepped out of his truck, and it was Loren Dircks, guitarist from Gila Bend. One of Al’s longtime close friends, and a fantastic guitarist and good guy.

Another thing about another good guy — I wrote to Junior Brown recently and heard back from his wife, Tanya, about the guitar stand he uses in place of a strap. (I could probably use four of ’em — one for a solid body, another for an acoustic-electric, a third for a six-string banjo, a fourth for another acoustic-electric or solid body tuned in open A.)

The guy who built Junior’s stand, Michael Stevens, was good enough to write back and tell me how to build such stands. He didn’t have to do it — it was just out of the goodness of his heart. What a nice guy.


This sort of shit happens all the time around here. You think Austin’s cool? It is, but welcome to Tucson.


This afternoon I was shooting the shit with a friend, swapping stories, and he related one of the better bar-gig tales I’ve ever heard:

In the early ’80s he was playing in a country band in Tucson, and they had a regular weekend job playing in a bar out in Avra Valley (west of the Tucson Mountains, and at the time still very much a part of the wild west). The clientele consisted of shitkickers and bikers, who of course didn’t mix.

As one would expect — what with the cost of a new Harley running to close to $30,000 — the bikers were a lot better off than the cowboys, and a lot of them held well paying jobs; their head honcho, for instance, owned a wrecking yard.

Anyway, there was a regular, a local who worked as a postman, who was enough of an alkie that he’d sometimes stop at the bar in his mail truck for a beer or two after completing his route before returning to the station.

That wasn’t so bad, but on weekends he’d drive his Cadillac to the bar, get tanked, and turn into all hands, harassing the waitresses.

This didn’t apparently didn’t sit well with at least some of the bikers, who didn’t like the guy anyway, but rather than resolve the situation in the normal manner (violence), they decided to teach the asshole a profitable (for them), expensive (for him) lesson.

One Saturday night, after the gig ended, my pal was packing up his drum kit, when he and the rest of the guys in the band heard a blood-curdling scream from outside. They ran out and found the drunk postman yelling his head off.

When he went out the door to weave his way home in his Cadillac, all he found was a chassis. What was left of the car was up on blocks, the wheels gone, as were the windshield, hood, doors, and rear window.

The bikers had done this with people going into and out of the bar all night. Evidently, people disliked the jerk sufficiently that they ignored the dismantling of the vehicle or were afraid of the bikers, or both. In either case, the bikers had taken a good hour or two to dismantle the car in public view — okay, in an unlit dirt parking lot — and no one reported them.

This incident likely cost the asshole a good two or three grand and likely netted the bikers at least several hundred bucks through sales of the parts at the wrecking yard.

I hope they threw a great party with the money.



Porter Wagoner

I had a woman
I guess every man does
And every man thinks his is the best
Mine was
Stuck by me through thick and thin
Till it just got too thin

–Porter Wagoner, “Confessions of a Broken Man

For other perversely wonderful Porter Wagoner tunes check out “Sorrow on the Rocks” and “The Rubber Room.”

“It should be simple

For us to get along

‘Cause I’m always right

And you are always wrong”

–Al Perry and the Cattle, “Little by Little,” off the “Losin’ Hand” CD

2016 was a good year for us  (if not for U.S. democracy, the rest of the world, and the environment).

In our first half-year, in 2013, this blog received 2,500 hits; in our first full year, 2014, it received 8,000; in 2015, 9,800; and in 2016 the number jumped to 14,900.

We also hit 400 subscribers in December; had our best month ever in that same month, with over 2,100 hits; and had our best week ever, last week, with just under 1,000 hits.

Our 10 most popular posts in 2016 were:

  1. Anarchist Science Fiction: Essential Novels
  2. Alcoholics Anonymous Does More Harm than Good
  3. A very brief History of Calypso and Soca Music
  4. Back to the Terrifying Future: Sci-Fi E-book Giveaway
  5. A very brief History of Country Music
  6. God’s Thug: Brigham Young
  7. A very brief History of Funk Music
  8. Alt-Country Player Al Perry
  9. Review: The Martian, by Andy Weir
  10. Homecoming for Mormon Missionaries

During the coming year we’ll continue to post daily (well, we’ll try) on music, politics, science fiction, religion, atheism, cults, science, skepticism, humor, and anything else we think is interesting and that our readers might enjoy.

Over the coming month, we’ll post an excerpt from our upcoming title, Venezuelan Anarchism: The History of a Movement, by Rodolof Montes de Oca, reviews of two new sci-fi novels, Ken Macleod’s Insurgence and Robert Charles Wilson’s Last Year, more on the “Russian hacking” affair, more interesting and marginally useful Internet crap, and a good old fashioned Religion Roundup.

Be on the lookout for another e-book giveaway sometime reasonably soon.


When I was growing up ages ago in Phoenix, I hated country music, and more especially the creeps who listened to it. It was simply, extremely uncool. Its fans, in high school and beyond, were physically aggressive fascist jerks who were doing their best to avoid the draft, no matter how much they favored the war, and wanted to force the rest of us into fighting it.

I was hanging around with too-early-for-hippies, terminally late post-beat nihilists. We were reading Sartre, Kerouac, Celine, et al. We occasionally got into fistfights with the cowboy creeps, and I remember one drunken night in high school where I got cornered, broke off a whiskey bottle, came at them, and they backed off. (We left before the cops arrived.)

That basically encapsulates it — they were, and still are, gutless bullies who only go at you when you’re outnumbered. God bless America, and sieg heil y’all.

I still despise most country music fans — moronic racist, religious thugs and bootlickers as far as I can see, so stupid that they willingly serve their masters.

Which makes it all the more ironic that I’ve grown to love some country music, and am really enjoying playing it of late. (It’s something new — I’m so used to playing the blues/jazz/soul/funk end of the American music spectrum that country is utterly foreign to me.)

Anyway, here are some of my not-so-guilty country musical pleasures. Check ’em out. I think you’ll like ’em. (The most obvious and classic artists — Hank, Patsy Cline, Bob Wills, Johnny Cash — omitted here.)

  • Handcuffed to a Fence in Mississippi, by Jim White
  • The Bottle Let Me Down (Merle Haggard, Mavericks version)
  • East Bound and Down, by Jerry Reed
  • Highway Patrol, by Junior Brown
  • Little by Little, by Al Perry
  • The Power of Positive Drinking, by Mickey Gilley
  • Now I Lay Me Down to Cheat, by David Allen Coe
  • Broke Down Outside of Dallas, by Junior Brown
  • Confessions of a Broken Man, by Porter Wagoner
  • It Just Don’t Get It No More, by Hank Jr.
  • City Lights, by George Jones
  • The Only Thing That Hurts Now Is the Pain, Al Perry
  • Streets of Bakersfield, by Buck Owens
  • Dreaming, by Al Perry
  • Orange Blossom Special (Hank Jr.)
  • She Got the Gold Mine, I Got the Shaft (Jerry Reed)
  • Old Blevins, by Austin Lounge Lizards
  • Cum Stains on the Pillow, by David Allen Coe
  • (and of course) I Feel like Homemade Shit, by the Fugs

You can find ’em all on Youtube. Enjoy!

And, if you’re ever in Tucson, check out my country band once it’s up and running, probable name “Backslidin’.”

In the meantime, Al Perry and Hank Topless are here in Tucson, appear fairly regularly, and are well worth seeing. A few months ago, Hank opened for Junior Brown — maybe the best living country guitarist — at the Rialto, and I was sorry to see Hank stop playing. First time ever I’ve wanted an opening act to play much longer. Both of these guys are sensational.


Over the last few years, I’ve been fortunate enough to get to know alt-country player Al Perry. Despite his crusty exterior — I’ve always thought that a great country stage name would be “Crusty Sheets” — Al is one of the nicest people I’ve ever met. Also one of the funniest and most insightful. One thing we have in common is that we’re both from Phoenix, and loathe the place. (Tucson is better — much smaller, more scenic [lusher desert surrounded by 9,000-foot mountains], not quite as hot, better arts and music scene, more politically progressive.)

Al sat in a couple of times with my last band, Pinche Blues Band, at gigs, and I was surprised that he’s a really good blues player in addition to being a great alt-country player, vocalist, and songwriter.

As is typical in modern-day America (“We’re number one!”), Al is not well rewarded. He lives in a shit hole about a mile-and-a-half southeast of me, albeit in a slightly less scary neighborhood (fewer shootings), though with a much greater infestation of UofA students.

Despite a fair amount of acclaim over the years — he’s toured Europe four times — Al’s music income has nosedived since around 2000, as people have simply downloaded his songs for free. He hasn’t shared much in the remaining source of income for working musicians, touring, as he simply doesn’t do it of late. He occasionally plays clubs in L.A. or New York, but that about it: it’s not a significant source of income.

A couple of years ago he told me that his income from CD sales had fallen 75% over the previous decade. Both of his CDs are now out of print, so his income from them is now zero. We’ve talked about starting a label (with our CDs and those of other artists/bands we know here in town and up in the Bay Area), but what would be the point? It’s a dead business model.

One other thing we have in common is that we both hate self-promotion, which in large part accounts for why neither of us have been commercially successful — you have to be damn lucky or very well connected to succeed without an onerous amount of self-promotion. (If you can stand doing it and are assiduous at it, you’ll probably succeed — regardless of your talent, or lack of it.)  Al’s (and my) attitude has always been, “This shit is so good you’d be crazy not to buy it. Recognize it.”

Unfortunately, most people don’t.

You can still catch Al around town (Tucson) occasionally as a solo act, and very occasionally with a full band. Once I get another band going, Al will — I hope — be sitting in with us on a regular basis.

In the meantime, you can catch a lot of his new stuff on Youtube. He’s written a couple hundred songs, the vast majority unrecorded, but he’s  putting up new material on Youtube seemingly every week or two.

Here are a few lines from one of Al’s best songs, “Little by Little”:


Livin’ with a crazy person since I’ve been livin’ by myself

Got me a big old house

But it seems just like a cell

Sittin’ alone

Without no reason

To ever leave my chair

Checkin’ out the four walls

With a blank and vacant stare


The rest of it is just as funny. The self-mockery in it is priceless.

Al Perry is an unrecognized national treasure.


(If you’d like to get ahold of Al, you can reach him at Speaking of KXCI, catch Al’s unique and wonderful show, “Clambake,” on Tuesday nights at 10 pm MST [05:00 Wednesday mornings UT].)





Hi folks,

It’s been a good year so far for Internet weirdness. Since we know you want the entertaining stuff, we’ll start you off with the useful stuff instead. Think of it as digital broccoli.

If you’ve been wondering what Glenn Greenwald has been up to since he left The Guardian, wonder no more. He’s working as one of the co-editors (along with Laura Poitras and Jeremy Scahill) of The Intercept, the site funded by eBay founder Pierre Omidyar. In addition to being the platform for release of further documents from Edward Snowden, The Intercept is an excellent source of news/analysis on terrorism, and government spying, persecution of whistleblowers, and suppression of dissent.

The Free Thought Project is the place to go to for news of police brutality and corruption.

And now what you’ve been waiting for . . . . .

It’s a bit late in the day for this one, but it’s been a while since we ran an Internet crap post, so . . .  There are all too many “best of [insert year]” lists every December, and it’s generally best to avoid them. But, speaking of insertion, there’s always Deadspin’s annual What Did We Get Stuck Up Our Rectums This Year? list. It’s compiled from hospital emergency room reports and includes items inserted not just in rectums but in all orifices. As a bonus Deadspin includes links to previous years’ lists.

Then there’s’s 23 Most Devastating Insults from All History, presented here in de-slided form courtesy of’s deslidifier.

And if you think all of the “country” crap on the radio sounds alike, you’re right. Saving Country Music has a good piece on the topic, Mashup Illustrates How Many Country Hits Are All the Same Song.  It contains a link to Nashville songwriter Greg Todd’s Mind Blowing Six Song Country Mashup, in which Todd took six country hits from the last few years, tweaked their tempos and pitch in Pro Tools (recording and editing software), and combined them all into one song, including a “3 guitarists, 1 solo” section and an over-a-minute concluding section where all six songs play at once. Not to be missed.

Finally, we have two weird-new items from–where else?–Florida:

No one trolls like the shock troops of atheism, Satanists. Fresh from the Ten Commandments/Baphomet statue controversy in Oklahoma, Satanists succeeded in having a holiday season display put up in the state capitol in Florida. Of course, Christians couldn’t stand this, and one of them was responsible for this piece in the Tallahassee Democrat, Woman arrested in attack on Satanic Temple display. As a bonus, the article includes photos of the wonderfully cheesy display and of the woman who vandalized it, and who looks about like you’d expect someone wearing a “Catholic Warrior” T-shirt to look.

And–yes!–on the second day of January, we already had the Weird New Story of the Year: Guy Trashes “Spiritual” Girlfriend’s Car After Granny Dildo Sex Prophecy. We doubt that anything will top this in the next 11-plus months, but if anything does, there’s no need to guess its probable state of origin. As noted when linking to the story, “This is why we have a Florida tag.”

For now, that’s all folks.

Y’all come back now, ya hear?

711I don’t know if Tucson

Is the gateway to heaven

But you’re never more than ten feet

From a Seven Eleven

Hawaii’s got surfin’

We got cactus

New York’s got nightlife

We got cactus . . .

–“We Got Cactus,” written by Bob McKinley, performed by Al Perry on the CD “Always a Pleasure”


And yes, there is a reason I’m quoting these lyrics. They, and the following e-mail I just received from our bass player, Michael Z.,  will tell you everything you need to know about life in Tucson.

Hi Chaz,

I know what you mean about having time on your hands and not using it to drink. I did my lots a drinking on Saturday night. And the explanation starts with…. we have this cactus….

We have this cactus that needed to be moved. My thoughts were of death to the cactus but my lovely esposa had a different agenda. So, I had to dig it up, carefully so as not to get cactus hate all over me and also so as not to hurt the little cactus as well. Clearly, the concern about me hurting the cactus was outweighed by the ability of the cactus to deliver pain to me.

So I managed to dig it up with relative success. I did notice a large collection of the hair-like units of death sported by this cactus, on my $50 leather working gloves that were designed to resist this kind of attack. But, there they were regardless, so I made a note to self… “Those tiny hair-like missiles will definitely leave a mark, so self….. let’s avoid any contact with those haters.” And I did avoid then, or so I thought.

The planting of this cactus was where things began to unravel. The plastic garbage bags that I used to wrap this darling cactus wore through releasing the hate all over me. Additionally, the little spikes of hate began to be airborne, so any attempts of saving myself from the missiles were futile. I have become intimately attached to my bottles of Elmer’s white glue due to this. But there was no relief for my arms because of the hair that belongs there. Removing the hairs to attempt to extract the missiles is not a good tradeoff.

So both arms, my forehead (a rather large target all by itself), my armpits, my ribs, ankles, legs, and other areas of interest all received  multiple missiles fired by the cactus. It is not pleasant. The short term fix of the scotch-induced mini-coma worked to the point of my being able to sleep some in the short run. But now there  is a different kind of agony that simply has to be endured, at least until I grow enough skin to jerk those missiles out of me!

(The rest of the lyrics on “We Got Cactus” will tell you more than you ever wanted to know about the joys of life here in “The Old Pueblo,” The rest of the lyrics are as funny as the lines quoted above. To hear them, find a copy of Al Perry’s “Always a Pleasure” CD.)


The Bassist's Bible (From The Bassist’s Bible: How to Play Every Bass Style from Afro-Cuban to Zydeco [second edition], by Tim Boomer, a style guide for bass players, divided into chapters by style; every chapter begins with a brief overview of the style’s history and development. This is a revised version of the brief history of Country that appeared in The Drummer’s Bible, by Mick Berry and Jason Gianni. )

Country music is popular around the world and serves an age-old function: storytelling. Its themes of love, heartache, and the promise of salvation in the afterlife are exceedingly popular. It stems from the Appalachian region, where during the 18th and 19th centuries most people were of Scotch or Irish descent. These physically isolated mountaineers performed the Scotch-Irish folk songs of their ancestors. The folk-based formula consisted of ABAB rhyming quatrains citing personal experiences combined with the vocal/harmonic characteristics and subject matter of religious hymns.

Appalachian/Scotch-Irish music centered on the fiddle, and this remained so even after the intrusion of railroads in the 19th century brought new musical influences and instruments to the region. Traveling minstrel shows imported the banjo, providing a unique sound to accompany the fiddle. By the early 1900s, now-affordable, mass-produced guitars gave singers a broader chordal and rhythmic base than the less harmonically versatile banjo and fiddle. This pairing of vocals with guitar accompaniment became the foundation of contemporary Country music.

In the 1920s, radio broadcasts, most notably Nashville’s “The Grand Ole Opry” (first broadcast in 1925), brought Country music to a mass audience. Recognizing its commercial potential, recording pioneer Ralph Peer announced auditions in 1927 in the Bristol, Tennessee newspaper. The indigenous musicians straddling the Virginia-Tennessee border showed up in droves. They included Jimmie Rodgers and The Carter Family. Bluegrass pioneer Bill Monroe replaced the jug player for his Bluegrass Boys with upright bassist Amost Garret in 1939. After Garret, Monroe hired “Cousin” Wilbur Westbrooks in 1940, and in 1944 Howard “Cedric Rainwater” Watts, who appears on all the major Monroe recordings featuring Lester Flatt, Earl Scruggs, and Chubby Wise. In 1948, Watts left Bill Monroe to join Flatt and Scruggs. Watts also played with The Drifting Cowboys backing up Hank Williams Sr., Ray Price, and, decades later, a reformation of The Drifting Cowboys in support of Hank Williams Jr.

In the 1930s, Texas musicians (most notably Bob Wills, with brother Billy Jack Wills on bass) combined the vocal harmonies of Country with the swing feel and improvisation of big band Jazz, while using more complicated harmonies than those of traditional Country music, creating Western Swing. As the name implies, the primary feel was swung, as opposed to the straight feel of most other forms of Country music. Not surprisingly, the upright bass proved indispensable, along with its counterpart, the drum set. Western Swing’s rhythmic base consisted of a swung drum pattern and a walking bass line. However, the drum/bass instrumentation of Western Swing was not wholly accepted within the confines of Country, as evidenced in Bob Wills’ appearance on the stage of “The Grand Ole Opry” on December 30, 1944. Although the Opry lifted its ban on drums for that performance, it immediately reinstated it afterwards.

At about the same time, another relative of Country music appeared in the West, as Roy Rogers and Gene Autry pioneered Western music. Western music differed considerably from both Appalachian hillbilly (Country) music and Western Swing in that it downplayed instrumental virtuosity, was very vocally oriented, and more especially crooner oriented. The subject matter of Western songs also differed greatly from that of Country music. Instead of Country’s strange duality of gritty and religious songs, Western artists sang pop songs (e.g., Gene Autry’s 1941 version of “You Are My Sunshine”), while their original Western songs portrayed a heavily romanticized American West (e.g., “Cool Water” and “Tumbling Tumble Weeds,” both written by bassist Bob Nolan). Western music’s greatest star in the latter half of the 20th century was Marty Robbins (“El Paso”), who used bassists Hillous Butrum and Colin Cameron. The Sons of the Pioneers (founded by Roy Rogers) are Western music’s most durable group, still active even today. The group’s bassists have included Bob Nolan and Pat Brady. Western groups often avoid use of the bass entirely, with bass lines usually played instead on the acoustic guitar. When the bass is used in Western groups, it’s invariably acoustic.

By the 1940s, Country music had made its way into the night life of cities and their run down bars. In the latter part of that decade, Country music’s first post-war superstar, Hank Williams, developed the Honky Tonk style with his backup band the Drifting Cowboys. The band featured bassists Herbert “Lum” York and Howard Watts, and for a time, due to the typically rough venues in which they played, bodyguard “Cannonball” Nichols. The Honky Tonk style inspired what has become the standard Country instrumental line-up: acoustic guitar, electric guitar, electric bass, drums, vocalist, and often pedal steel guitar and/or fiddle, and occasionally piano.

In the 1950s, Ray Price, with his drummer Buddy Harman, developed the Country Shuffle, and the heavier backbeat influence of Rock n’ Roll emerged in Rockabilly. This hybrid Country-Rock style was popularized by Country artists such as Carl Perkins and Johnny Cash, as well as Rock and Rollers such as Jerry Lee Lewis and, of course, Elvis Presley. Of all the early Country bass players, perhaps the most prominent was Bob Moore. He not only recorded with Ray Price, Chet Atkins, Elvis Presley, Jerry Lee Lewis, and Johnny Cash, but he played on over 17,000 recordings with a staggering diversity of artists, including Ernest Tubb, Loretta Lynn, Flatt and Scruggs, Burl Ives, Simon & Garfunkel, Bob Dylan, and Pete Fountain.

Country went “pop” in the late 1950s with the Nashville Sound (which dominated Country for decades). This was essentially an attempt to reach a mass audience by taking the “twang” out of Country. The distinguishing features of the Nashville Sound are a very smooth, heavily produced sound, background strings, vocal choirs, and electric, rather than acoustic, bass. Early examples of this sound are the recordings of Chet Atkins and the more over-produced songs (by influential producer Owen Bradley) of Patsy Cline, in which Bob Moore played on songs such as “Crazy” (written by Willie Nelson), “I Fall to Pieces,” and “Walkin’ After Midnight.”

As a reaction against the pop Nashville Sound, the Country Shuffle-influenced Bakersfield Sound arose in the early 1960s. Its primary exponent was Buck Owens, who wrote and sang “Tiger by the Tail” and “Act Naturally.” Buck’s first bass player was Merle Haggard, who is credited with naming Buck’s backup group “The Buckaroos.” Buck’s later bassists included Doyle Holly and Doyle Curtzinger. The distinguishing feature of the Bakersfield Sound was that the “twang” returned—with the exclusion of strings and vocal choirs. In contrast to earlier Hank Williams-style Country, there was more emphasis on the electric guitar (with a tone owing much to Surf music), and song styles included Western Swing and Country Shuffle. Today, the primary exponent of the Bakersfield Sound is Dwight Yoakam.

The Outlaw Movement of the 1970s was a further reaction against the Nashville Sound. Outlaw music used both Hank Williams-style Country and the Bakersfield Sound, differing from them primarily in its lyrical content, which dwelt on the dark side, emphasizing heavy drinking, barroom brawls, and infidelity. David Allan Coe (“Now I Lay Me Down to Cheat”) was one of the Outlaw standouts. Others included Merle Haggard, Waylon Jennings (who had played bass for Buddy Holly in 1959), and Willie Nelson (who had played bass for Ray Price in the early 1960s). Nelson’s and Jenning’s influential 1976 album, “Wanted: The Outlaws,” featured up-and-coming Nashville bassist Gary Tallent, who went on to record with such notables as Emmylou Harris and Solomon Burke, and who became the primary bassist for Bruce Springsteen.

Another notable trend in the early 1970s was the emergence of Country Rock. On the Rock side, performers included The Byrds, Gram Parsons, The Flying Burrito Brothers, Marshall Tucker, and, most prominently, The Eagles. On the Country side, the musicians included Willie Nelson, Waylon Jennings, and Hank Williams, Jr.

In the 1980s, still another reaction against the Nashville Sound arose with the New Traditional-ists, led by Dwight Yoakam and Steve Earle. These artists returned to the stripped-down sounds of early Country, the Bakersfield Sound, and, to a limited extent, Bluegrass.

Alt-Country rose in the 1990s as yet another reaction to the Nashville Sound. It’s musically ill defined and embraces elements of many styles, including traditional Country, Folk, Rock, Western Swing, Rockabilly, Bluegrass, and even Mariachi. Its lyrics are what set it apart. They avoid Country cliches, are often humorous, often dark, and occasionally overtly leftist (in stark contrast to mainstream Country). Alt-Country’s best-known performers (not that all of them would accept the label) include Steve Earle, Junior Brown, the Austin Lounge Lizards, Calexico, Roger Clyne, Al Perry and the Cattle, The Mavericks, Jim White, James McMurtry, John Hiatt, and Hank Williams III.

But Country Rock is the dominant Country style today, with its performers including Garth Brooks, Clint Black, Shania Twain, Tim McGraw, Toby Keith, Alan Jackson, and Kenny Chesney. The distinguishing features of Country Rock are its use of Country harmonies and melodies, Rock and Country instruments, and Rock drumming and bass grooves. Although it appears deceptively easy, Country music boasts some of the best musicians ever to pick up an instrument, bass included.

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