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Monday, February 11, 2013. Tuesday, November 2, 2010. Tuesday, March 16, 2010. Sunday, March 15, 2009. Sunday, February 18, 2007. View of Prague from the Castle, February 2005. Up Helly Aa 2013, Lerwick.
Thursday, October 7, 2010. Tuesday, April 13, 2010. John Mayall and Peter Green - Evil Woman Blues. I used to play along to this endlessly when I was about 16. Listen to how Peter Green can put so much feeling into a single note! Friday, April 9, 2010. Pink Floyd - Another Brick In The Wall. Sunday, March 21, 2010. Rolling Stones - Honky Tonk Women.
Monday, May 6, 2013. Thursday, June 23, 2011. Pricing - Hiring a Jazz Trio Or Quartet. Please tell us the following.
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