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	<title>Comments on: Praying for a Piano Player</title>
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	<description>curating an archaeology of attention &#38; culture</description>
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		<title>By: Mark Willis</title>
		<link>http://blindflaneur.com/?p=156&#038;cpage=1#comment-1020</link>
		<dc:creator>Mark Willis</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 26 Dec 2009 15:01:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Dear Lorca,

In all my years I’ve never met or heard of another named Ona. It pleases me very much to learn that your grandmother was Ona, too. I love the idea that some part of our family may have roots in Lithuania.  Thank you so much for making contact! It is a simple gift only the Internet can provide. Wishing you a joyous and healthy New Year,

Mark</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Dear Lorca,</p>
<p>In all my years I’ve never met or heard of another named Ona. It pleases me very much to learn that your grandmother was Ona, too. I love the idea that some part of our family may have roots in Lithuania.  Thank you so much for making contact! It is a simple gift only the Internet can provide. Wishing you a joyous and healthy New Year,</p>
<p>Mark</p>
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		<title>By: Lorca</title>
		<link>http://blindflaneur.com/?p=156&#038;cpage=1#comment-1016</link>
		<dc:creator>Lorca</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 25 Dec 2009 19:34:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I was  surprised by Your grandmothers name.It is lithuanian name. My grandmother was Ona too.
Maybe Your roots are from Lithuania? Merry Christmas! I like to read You very much.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I was  surprised by Your grandmothers name.It is lithuanian name. My grandmother was Ona too.<br />
Maybe Your roots are from Lithuania? Merry Christmas! I like to read You very much.</p>
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		<title>By: Mark Willis</title>
		<link>http://blindflaneur.com/?p=156&#038;cpage=1#comment-1014</link>
		<dc:creator>Mark Willis</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 25 Dec 2009 13:25:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Indeed, what would we do without them? Merry Christmas, Sara!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Indeed, what would we do without them? Merry Christmas, Sara!</p>
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		<title>By: Sara H</title>
		<link>http://blindflaneur.com/?p=156&#038;cpage=1#comment-1012</link>
		<dc:creator>Sara H</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 25 Dec 2009 07:18:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>What a wonderful story!  Yes, God bless the piano players, wherever and however they get that joint a-jumpin!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>What a wonderful story!  Yes, God bless the piano players, wherever and however they get that joint a-jumpin!</p>
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		<title>By: a blind flaneur</title>
		<link>http://blindflaneur.com/?p=156&#038;cpage=1#comment-193</link>
		<dc:creator>a blind flaneur</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 08 Feb 2008 20:16:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] out clips by Fess himself and Dr. John. I think it&#8217;s Fess. It sounds like him. It looks like my grandmother&#8217;s piano room. The YouTube clip carries no documentation about when, where, or how the footage was made. Fess [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] out clips by Fess himself and Dr. John. I think it&#8217;s Fess. It sounds like him. It looks like my grandmother&#8217;s piano room. The YouTube clip carries no documentation about when, where, or how the footage was made. Fess [...]</p>
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		<title>By: Mark Willis</title>
		<link>http://blindflaneur.com/?p=156&#038;cpage=1#comment-106</link>
		<dc:creator>Mark Willis</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 28 Dec 2007 11:27:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Bless the piano players!</description>
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		<title>By: ms modigliani</title>
		<link>http://blindflaneur.com/?p=156&#038;cpage=1#comment-105</link>
		<dc:creator>ms modigliani</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 27 Dec 2007 21:57:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My younger  brother, Jerry, learned to play piano by ear at a young age. In his teens he decided to take lessons so that he could play boogie woogie. After a few lessons in chording back then and  many decades later. he jams  wherever he finds a piano. He mocks my elegant piano: &quot;Have you tuned it yet?&quot;  I have had it tuned many times, but each tuner says the same thing: nice piece of furniture, but not much of a piano sound. Doesn&#039;t matter. On Christmas Day, Jerry sat down at the baby grand and hammered out Christmas tunes for the gathering. The piano sounded great and joyous. Jerry looked over at me, smiled and I understood from his look that the piano still needed tuning.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My younger  brother, Jerry, learned to play piano by ear at a young age. In his teens he decided to take lessons so that he could play boogie woogie. After a few lessons in chording back then and  many decades later. he jams  wherever he finds a piano. He mocks my elegant piano: &#8220;Have you tuned it yet?&#8221;  I have had it tuned many times, but each tuner says the same thing: nice piece of furniture, but not much of a piano sound. Doesn&#8217;t matter. On Christmas Day, Jerry sat down at the baby grand and hammered out Christmas tunes for the gathering. The piano sounded great and joyous. Jerry looked over at me, smiled and I understood from his look that the piano still needed tuning.</p>
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		<title>By: tomrobertstennessee</title>
		<link>http://blindflaneur.com/?p=156&#038;cpage=1#comment-104</link>
		<dc:creator>tomrobertstennessee</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 27 Dec 2007 19:41:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Aunt Ethyl, who couldn&#039;t read music but could play any tune by ear on a piano,  enlivened our family gatherings in Kansas City.  She had an ebulient personality and could easily draw out anyone&#039;s fun-loving side.  She always wore high heels, stockings with a stripe and well-tailored dress suits.  Her hair, done in a beehive, was regularly tinted blue.  She wore lots of rouge on her cheeks, red lipstick and perfume.  She and her husband, Marion, my father&#039;s cousin, had no children of their own.  Ethyl and Marion would arrive a little late at family functions, nattily dressed and exuberant to get the fun started.  The real party always began after they arrived.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Aunt Ethyl, who couldn&#8217;t read music but could play any tune by ear on a piano,  enlivened our family gatherings in Kansas City.  She had an ebulient personality and could easily draw out anyone&#8217;s fun-loving side.  She always wore high heels, stockings with a stripe and well-tailored dress suits.  Her hair, done in a beehive, was regularly tinted blue.  She wore lots of rouge on her cheeks, red lipstick and perfume.  She and her husband, Marion, my father&#8217;s cousin, had no children of their own.  Ethyl and Marion would arrive a little late at family functions, nattily dressed and exuberant to get the fun started.  The real party always began after they arrived.</p>
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		<title>By: a blind flaneur</title>
		<link>http://blindflaneur.com/?p=156&#038;cpage=1#comment-102</link>
		<dc:creator>a blind flaneur</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 24 Dec 2007 15:57:18 +0000</pubDate>
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