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Die Fledermaus marries classic charm with Montreal familiarity. (Simon Poitrimolt / McGill Tribune)
a, Arts & Entertainment

A dash of aristocratic culture, ‘Gangnam Style’

Attending the opera might seem like an unlikely Saturday night activity for a McGill student. But if you’re looking for a taste of culture and are ready to take a trip back to Montreal’s 19th century high-society nightlife, then you just may want to buy yourself a ticket to Opéra de Montréal’s lively production if Die Fledermaus by Johann Baptist Strauss.

This whimsical operetta, traditionally set in Vienna, now takes place in 1890s Montreal. Resonating with national pride, the first ever entirely Quebecois cast dazzles in front of a glorious backdrop of the Mount Royal cross, shining through a living room window in the elegant home of socialite—and main character—Gabriel Eisenstein (Marc Hervieux).

As the show commences, a cackling, fiendish man named Falke (Dominique Côté) expresses his desire for revenge on Gabriel. Gabriel, the year before, had abandoned Falke after a wild costume party. Falke, still embarrassed about being left on the streets in his bat costume (hence the title Die Fledermaus, German for The Bat) assumes the role of puppeteer as he weaves an intricate and vengeful—albeit hilarious—web designed to humiliate his dear friend. Before long, he sweeps up Gabriel’s wife, Rosaline (Caroline Bleu), and their flighty but lovable housemaid, Adèle (Marianne Lambert) into his waltzing scheme.

This tumultuous comedy introduces an eclectic cast of characters: a bumbling, legally blind lawyer; an apathetic, effeminate prince; a sex-crazed music teacher; a comically intoxicated jailer; a few exotic dancers; and a cross-dressing cousin. By Act III, you’ll be in stitches, astounded at the madness that has unfolded in front of you. The champagne flows freely, and eventually, everybody ends up in jail, still waltzing away to Strauss’ bounding melodies.

The enchanting talent in the production is undeniable. Much of the cast is internationally renowned, and all members have built extensive careers in opera and theatre throughout Quebec and Canada.

As important as the actors are, the foundation for their brilliance is the boisterous, captivating music that sails up from the orchestra pit. Johann Baptist Strauss, one of the world’s greatest Romantic composers, is known as “The Waltz King,” and deservingly so. The three-beat cycle complements the smooth, flourishing tones of the vocalists, and makes you want to tap your feet from the moment the overture starts to the last note of the finale. The Viennese-style rhythm encapsulates a timeless joy.  In fact, the choreography sneaks in a surprise piece modern flair with a quick, tasteful dance reference to “Gangnam Style.”

As operas go, Die Fledermaus is not only digestible, but will leave you craving more. The majestic opera house at Place des Arts serves as a change of pace for a Saturday night; the opera is a cultural destination that all McGill students should experience

 

Die Fledermaus runs January 26, 29, and 31, and February 2 at Salle Wilfrid-Pelletier, Place des Arts. Student tickets $30 when purchasing two shows or more.

a, Science & Technology

Alzheimer’s diagnosis could be found in the blood

Until recently, a postmortem analysis of brain tissue was the only method capable of confirming that a patient suffered from Alzheimer’s disease, as opposed to another mental illness. Despite the many real-time medical assessments available, such as blood tests, brain scans and neuropsychological tests, none of these results are definitive. With no means to acquire a conclusive diagnosis of Alzheimer’s disease before the illness has run its course, there is a dire need for a quick and non-invasive alternative.

In the past few years, the focus on blood-based approaches to diagnose patients with Alzheimer’s disease has increased exponentially. Researchers have generated a list of blood-based proteins more commonly found in those afflicted, compared to healthy individuals, patients with other forms of neurodegenerative disease, such as Parkinson’s, or those with mild cognitive impairments. Based on the existence of such biomarkers in the bloodstream and various personal characteristics, including age and education, a derived algorithm could correctly identify patients with Alzheimer’s disease with moderate accuracy.

Recently, a team led by Dr. Vassilios Papadopoulos, director of the Research Institute of the McGill University Health Centre, made a major breakthrough in blood-based diagnosis of Alzheimer’s disease. The researchers believe they have developed a blood test that can detect Alzheimer’s in its early stages, well before patients exhibit the disorder’s characteristic advanced signs, previously used for diagnosis.

The team built on their previous work on alternative pathways in DHEA (dehydroepiandrosterone) formation—a brain hormone—to develop a method to distinguish between patients with Alzheimer’s disease and healthy individuals or those with mild cognitive impairment.

The test is based on subjecting a blood sample to a chemical reaction known as oxidation, the concept underlying rusting metals. When the blood of healthy individuals is oxidized, they generate high levels of DHEA as a method of protection against oxidative stress. In contrast, patients suffering from Alzheimer’s did not showed marked changes in DHEA levels.

The team successfully replicated their findings from animal models and in vitro brain tissue in a clinical sample—a major step towards the creation of a blood-based diagnostic tool for Alzheimer’s disease.

While progress has been made towards developing a blood-based diagnostic test, the end of the search is not quite near. Studies on blood-based biomarkers (proteins in the blood) have identified panels of up to 30 different biomarkers to probe for—and there is little overlap between the studies. This lack of consistency between studies indicates that the perfect set of blood-based identifiers of Alzheimer’s disease remains elusive. Also, replication of these findings in larger sample sizes is necessary prior to making these tests available in clinical settings.

Early diagnosis of Alzheimer’s disease also raises a slew of ethical concerns. Alzheimer’s is an irreversible neurodegenerative disorder with no definitive preventive measure or cure—would it really help patients to confront this prognosis in their youth? However, there is emerging evidence that early interventions and diagnosis, especially prior to onset of symptoms, can improve quality of life in both patients and caregivers.  As Alzheimer’s disease is the most common form of dementia, predicted to affect one in 85 adults globally by 2050, the development of a rapid non-invasive diagnostic tool is critical in its management.

Matt Johnson and Kim Schifino. (www.clubnotes.pmpblogs.com)
a, Arts & Entertainment

Matt & Kim ride the lightning

When we get on the topic of Montreal, Matt winces.

“Do people just not get us there?”

We’re discussing Matt & Kim’s last Montreal appearance, a show that Matt remembers had a painfully low turnout. Immediately, however, he regains his characteristic ebullience.

“We were looking for a chance to get back there and do it again. I’m expecting, or hoping, that this show will be awesome, that [Montreal]’s back on our map. We’re not scared!” he laughs.

Prior to forming the keyboard/drum powerhouse that is Matt & Kim, Matt Johnson and Kim Schifino met while studying at New York’s Pratt Institute. Immediately, they got along. (Kim initially had a crush on Matt; the Tribune infers that this crush has been reciprocated, since the musical duo are now a couple.)

“We’re one and the same in a lot of ways. I’ve played with bands with five guys in the past, and everyone’s got a different idea of what a song should sound like. You compromise so much that it’s watered down and loses focus. I have a very difficult time compromising, and so does Kim—luckily we’re on the same page and [we] make a lot of the same decisions.”

The two got on so well, in fact, that the band came out of their relationship, rather than vice versa.

“She didn’t play drums, I didn’t play keyboard, but we did other stuff; we had similar interests in art, and we worked well together,” Matt reminisces. “It almost seems [that] before you find a bunch of musicians who are good at their techniques and put them together, you should find people you’re good with.”

Seven years later, Matt & Kim have made a name for themselves through both their exuberant live shows, and indie-pop singles like “Cameras,” “Daylight,” and most recently, “Let’s Go.” While their fourth album, Lightning, contains their trademark catchy hooks and effusive, thumping tracks, the sound is less slick than their past two releases.

“I consider Lightning to be both the most mature, and the most immature album we’ve ever made. We made the [second] album in my parents’ house, in the bedroom I grew up in, my old skateboarding posters still on the wall. It was just unfiltered Matt & Kim because we didn’t have any producers, or engineers…. Then with the [third] album, we went in with a producer, and different studios—I think three or four different studios—and in the end, we [loved] that album. But some of the humanity was taken out, because of people who knew what they were doing, as opposed to me and Kim, who have no fucking clue what we were doing,” Matt laughs.

“We decided that we should go back to having no clue what we’re doing, so we went back and made the Lightning album.”

With Lightning garnering an enthusiastic response from critics and fans, Matt & Kim are about to embark on another whirlwind tour. Whatever Montreal’s reception—and if their recent shows are any indication, it will be overwhelmingly positive—the two are happy to be on the road together.

“Any relationship I’ve [had] in the past, it’d be a bloodbath right now,” Matt jokes. “No one should be able to work together and be in a relationship together. I feel really lucky that we are.”

Matt & Kim perform with Passion Pit on Feb. 15 at The Metropolis (1909, Ave. des Montreal). Admission $40.15.

a, Arts & Entertainment

Beat the cold with the coolest beats

After a week of chilly weather, Montreal crowds knew what they signed up for when they headed to Igloofest. Vieux-Port is hosting the annual music festival, which is now halfway over after a second weekend of survival dancing in neon snowsuits.

I volunteered to join the crowds and report back, so last Friday I suited up and travelled south to scope out the ‘club-ification’ of Montreal’s historic district. The Jacques-Cartier pavilion—a tourist info centre in the summer—houses a shop to buy Igloofest hats, warm up, and rally one’s troops. Between marshmallow roasting and table-curling stations, a structure sponsored by Jagermeister let people sample their wares before careening down an ice slide. I was sorely tempted, but instead found myself drawn to the main stage by another German attraction—Berliner DJs: Pan-Pot. Both artists succeeded in playing enough techno to keep everyone warm, with much of the audience raving like it was the ’90s (in ski jackets from the same era).

If I was comfortably numb on Friday, Saturday’s feature duo, TNGHT, had me sweating under my parka hood. Normally, this could be attributed to giddy nervousness in anticipation of talking to Montreal native Lunice; but I was informed earlier that day that he had declined to do an interview. Instead, fuelled by a mixture of electronic trap tunes I’ve been listening to for weeks, I fought and danced my way to the front row. From this vantage point, I noticed that TNGHT’s other half, UK producer Hudson Mohawke, was conspicuously missing, leaving his Canadian collaborator to mix all by his lonesome. A Brit I talked to later on had come to see Mohawke specifically, yet did not notice his absence. Perhaps Mohawke has moved to bigger and better venues since signing with Kanye West’s vanity label G.O.O.D. Music. But I wasn’t bitter—just a little cold.

My theory is that as a Montrealer, Lunice alone realized the advantages of playing at Vieux-Port. All things considered, it’s an incredible space. From the artists’ perspective, colourful neon signs and strobe lights illuminate an enormous, enthusiastic crowd against the backdrop of Old Montreal’s skyline. The organizers clearly put some effort into both the elaborate ice sculptures and the delightfully juvenile sideshows. The eponymous igloo of the festival works well as a more intimate stage for smaller acts, and I can see it serving as an especially good space for the garage and trance music that’s bound to be played in upcoming weekends. I plan on going back on the last Saturday of the festival to see Joy Orbison, an UK producer, who, despite his Igloofest-appropriate music, will be playing to a main stage crowd.

The festival makes for an entertaining weekend, especially if you’re a fan of Igloofest co-organizer Piknik Electronik’s annual summer series (or, if you’re simply tired of dealing with coat checks). In 2013, the festival failed to score the same EDM giants they did last year (i.e., Diplo and A-Trak), but the wide variety of smaller international acts have, thus far, proven themselves capable of holding down a heated dance party off the coast of a frozen river.

Igloofest runs Thursday through Saturday nights at Vieux-Port until Feb. 9th. Weekend admission is $40, individual nights range from $16-20.

(Victor Tangermann / Courtesy of the Arts Undegraduate Theatre Society)
a, Arts & Entertainment

Despite potential, West Side Story leaves something to be desired

America, despite its violent early emancipation from its colonial overlords, has always harboured a deep-seated, almost shameful Anglophilia. This is perhaps most evident in the cultural sphere, where only the audacity of the American would allow him to appropriate that most revered of all English literary titans, William Shakespeare. West Side Story, one of the more successful efforts at such appropriation, transplants the star-crossed passion of Romeo and Juliet from the opulence of Verona to the blue-collar grit of ‘60s New York City. The Arts Undergraduate Theatre Society (AUTS)’s rendition of this classic is mostly faithful and acceptably competent, with a few flashes of strength and talent.

Whereas conflict in Romeo and Juliet stems from aristocratic feuds, West Side Story traces its problems to ethnic tension. The irony is that the solution proposed here—the stick-and-carrot combo of assimilation and ‘the American dream’—is decidedly less universally palatable than the authors may care to admit.

The Sharks are a Puerto Rican gang, the Jets, Caucasian; the latter accuses the former of moving in to take ‘their territory’; repeated skirmishes between the two sides have not served as a valve to release pent-up pressure, so much as to incubate it. Caught in the middle are the lovers Tony and Maria, each from an opposing side of the ethnic divide.

Given this context, it is unsurprising that the musical brims with heightened passions. Yet, AUTS’ cast is too often too limp, overcome with lethargy. This is particularly true in large ensembles, and during the first act, where the lack of energy makes for noticeable problems in synchronicity. To director and choreographer Rebecca Pearl’s credit, it can be deduced from her dynamic blocking and vigorous choreography that the intention of the production is no pulled punches, a choice of force over subtlety—yet the cast lacks the necessary momentum to follow through on this promise.

Christopher Stevens-Brown’s Tony maintains a curiously stooping posture, with short, staccato cadence that seems like an attempt to channel Jesse Eisenberg. Stevens-Brown’s speaking voice is a stark contrast to his singing, which glows with richness, despite being occasionally challenged in the upper registers. As Maria, Piper Ainsworth is likewise stronger in her vocals than in her characterizations, though she does find compelling dimensions to the role in the second act. Unfortunately, the lack of chemistry between the two is a formidable stumbling block for much of the production.

The clear stars of the show are two of the prominent supporting characters, Anita (Vanessa Drusnitzer) and Riff (Ryan Kligman). Drusnitzer possesses no flaws—she is equally formidable and brilliant in her singing, dancing, and acting. For her nuanced portrayal, Drusnitzer is rewarded with a memorable, scene-stealing turn. Kligman similarly exudes personality, bringing to Riff a certain slick suaveness that this critic has not seen in previous renditions. Much of the reason why “Cool” is this production’s best song can be credited to Kligman. Another standout was Diesel (Ben Harris), who, in going beyond the confines of the script, breathes life into the character.

Michèle Robinson’s lighting design is wonderfully imaginative, with a boldness and deftness that compliments the production’s aspirations. The live orchestra was generally capable, making minimal errors, though the brass section was a cause of concern at times. As noted earlier, Pearl’s choreography—aided by Galen Macdonald’s unobtrusive and functional set design—is effective and sharp, which comes through even with imperfect execution. The performance attended also had sound errors too frequent to ignore; one hopes that this is a wrinkle that will be quickly smoothed over.

By the very end of the production, AUTS’ cast finds a powerful emotional chord to pluck, finally fulfilling the potential that is drizzled tantalizingly throughout the show. Alas, this discovery of strength comes far too late.

 

            The Arts Undergraduate Theatre Society’s production of West Side Story runs Jan. 31 to Feb. 2, 7:30 p.m. at Moyse Hall. Student tickets $15.

 

a, Music

Apparat Organ Quartet: Pólýfónía

There must be something in the water in Iceland. The nation has given birth to many popular acts, such as Björk and Sigur Rós, known for treading into strange, experimental realms with their music. Apparat Organ Quartet certainly fits this mould, with their inventive electro-rock and their particular style, which relies on using reclaimed or thrown-out instruments. Their sophomore album, Pólýfónía ,is a compelling, genre-twisting mélange that doesn’t cease to entertain.

“Babbage” begins with keyboard licks before transitioning into a relaxed, lyricless rock beat. It sets the tone for the rest of the album, and most other pieces follow in its style. The first single, “Cargo Frakt,” is more anthemic, with distorted lyrics and a grittier feel. The lyrics of “Konami” weave together with less focus on the instruments to create one of the album’s more accessible tracks. “Pentatronik” pulsates and contrasts; it starts frenetic, slows down to a crawl, and finally picks up its pace and lets loose. The lyricism of “123 Forever” is ethereal, yet somehow spot-on; it intermingles with the rock-style electronica flawlessly. This is the type of song that captivates, with enough complex components to warrant many listens. Finally, drawing Pólýfónía to a chaotic close is “Songur Geimunglingsins,” layered deep with angst.

Apparat Organ Quartet have created something rare with Pólýfónía. While strange and puzzling, it’s done in an innovative way. The novelty of their sound is indicative of the band’s adventurous nature. Unlike their instruments, none of their sound is recycled.

a, Music

Petra Haden: Petra Goes to the Movies

You might have heard of the American singer and musician Petra Haden, in connection with her collaborations with internationally acclaimed artists, such as The Foo Fighters and Bill Frisell. Or, if a cappella is your thing, you may be familiar with the solo album she released in 2005, containing a cappella renditions of The Who’s masterwork The Who Sell Out. With her newest album, Petra Goes to the Movies, Haden undertakes a similar musical experiment—this time featuring unique a cappella reinterpretations of famous movie soundtracks, from Psycho to The Social Network. After this introduction to her second go at a cappella covers of popular songs, the first question on your mind might be, “Why?”

The answer is simple: because she can. The album stands as testimony to the fact that Haden is a musician of enormous talent, in possession of unique vocal skills that enable her to pull the project off with surprising success—at least from a technical standpoint. The skillfulness with which she rethinks complex instrumental orchestrations (as in the Superman theme song) into multi-layered vocal renditions is impressive.

Praise thus given where it is due, some of her interpretations are so experimental that they pass beyond the ‘unique’ classification. They can be described as nothing else but ‘weird’ and, at times, ‘annoying.’ Unfortunately, rather than compelling one to press replay, the album’s 45-minute long display of Petra Haden’s unquestionable vocal talent tempts the listener to seek out the original versions of the songs.

a, Music

Naked Days: Sleeping in Herndon

Naked Days, an eclectic band hailing from Leesburg, Virginia, brings us a unique arrangement of acoustic alternative sound. Reminiscent of the likes of The Silversun Pickups, Edward Sharpe and The Magnetic Zeroes, and Montreal’s own Thus:Owls, this indie foursome fuses a muffled, low-definition sound with sweet lyrical supplement in their newest album titled Sleeping in Herndon. Featuring patchy percussion, quirky vocals, and dashes of violin and trumpet, Naked Days impresses with some tracks, and bores with others.

Of the six songs on Sleeping in Herndon, two are noteworthy. “Bran Flakes” features the complimentary vocals of Degnan Smith and Amanda Schiano Di Cola that act as a strong call and response through the male and female lyrical dynamic. The muffled sound and prominent acoustic guitar work well here, as well as in “Bug Eyes”—the only other song truly worth a listen. Both encompass Naked Days’ acoustic yet scratchy riff quality, juxtaposed with a sultry harmony, which are lacking in the rest of the album (particularly in “Cold Cold Dairy” and “Bird’s Brain”).

The overall feel to this sophomore album was amateurish, with occasional flares of potential. The band hovered around a concrete sound, but didn’t seem to agree on it. I haven’t given up on you just yet, Naked Days. Third album’s the charm?

—      Bronte Martin

Jesus (Dane Stewart) and John the Baptist (Elizabeth Conway). (Tristan Brand / Courtesy of Beautiful City Theatre)
a, Arts & Entertainment

Jesus Christ, superstars

Beautiful City Theatre’s production of Godspell, the hit broadway musical, promises to be a unique experience. It presents the life of Jesus through a series of parables from the Gospel of Matthew. However, this shouldn’t discourage the non-believers—the company holds humanistic values and asserts that many different themes can be found throughout.

Godspell is very much a demonstration of the McGill community’s participation in Montreal’s world of professional theatre. Several members of the cast, like Dane Stewart (Jesus) and Elizabeth Conway (John; Judas), are current students. Moreover, the two founders of Beautiful City, Calli ArmSstrong and Natalie Gershtein also studied at McGill. Even a McGill professor, Myrna Wyatt Selkirk, was involved and led workshops for the actors.

According to Armstrong, who also directed the show, McGill’s theatre community is invaluable, because it “allows people to develop their ideas and learn all aspects of theatre.”

Armstrong describes Beautiful City as a “process-oriented company.” One of the musical’s main themes is about a group of people coming together. In order to demonstrate this on stage, the company spent several weeks engaged in group activities, following the script reads. In addition, each actor was encouraged to develop their own child-like character that was independent of themselves, but nonetheless still inspired by personal experiences.

The script itself allows this sort of method to be implemented on the production itself. Only two of the actors—Stewart and Conway—actually play named characters. The original Godspell was developed with the participation of its original actors, who lent their names to the characters they portray. There is a general ambiguity about elements in the original script that has allowed this work to have many varying iterations. This opens the piece to interpretation and gives creative licence that can be used to present mandates like Beautiful City’s, which seeks to examine humanity and its interactions.

One of the ambiguous elements is the set itself. Beautiful City continues in the same vein as past productions by refraining from explicitly discussing the location. Instead, it chooses to create an atmosphere of play and childhood. This story is used as a venue to introduce lively characters and examine the universal themes of the development of independence and sexuality. In doing so, Godspell becomes instantly accessible to anyone—from a university student to a theatre aficionado. It also shies away from presenting the parables exactly as the Bible does, but rather, delivers a new twist to the way they are presented.

The musical promises a uniques experience: the show goes outside the realms of conventionality by breaking the fourth wall and including improvised elements. In short, every single performance will be unique and fresh.

As Armstrong says, “Aside from it being very thought-provoking, it’s a lot of fun. It’s something to be experienced.”

 

Beautiful City Theatre’s production of Godspell runs from Jan. 31 to Feb. 2, 7:30 p.m. at Centaur Theatre (453 St. François-Xavier). Student admission $20.

a, Arts & Entertainment

The Glass Menagerie: Great Depression, great escapism

The extent to which Tennessee Williams’ The Glass Menagerie is autobiographical will always remain ambiguous. The play, however, looks undeniably inward, casting its spotlight on tensions that emerge within the four walls of a house. This memory play, told from the perspective of Tom Wingfield (nicknamed “Shakespeare”), who reminisces over his adolescence in Depression-era St. Louis, is currently being performed by McGill’s Players’ Theatre.

The absence of a father informs the relationships between Tom, his mother Amanda, and his sister Laura. It causes Amanda’s desperation to find a “gentleman caller” for her limping daughter Laura, who she fears will otherwise wind up alone as well. It also forces Tom to step into his father’s role as breadwinner for the family. Lest the audience forget the father, his portrait hanging on the wall, reminds the audience of his absence by intermittently lighting up.

With the exception of this gimmicky touch, director Rowan Spencer has chosen to play a subtle hand. Spencer noted that his initial intention for the set was to show a dilapidated living room covered in sheets, which would gradually be uncovered throughout the performance to reveal the set pieces. But in the end, he chose a more minimalistic approach: the walls of the set are fragmented, perhaps alluding to the fragile nature of memory, or the characters’ lives. Yet, the set does not draw attention to itself—it remains a backdrop. Spencer’s conservative approach to the production as a whole is commendable. He brings out the poetry of Williams’ work, rather than superimposing his own.

This intimacy is suited to a small theatre, and especially fitting a student production where all but one of its characters are young adults. Andrew Cameron plays Tom with an appropriately heavy dose of sarcasm and teen angst. Arlen Stewart plays the painfully shy Laura; her relationship with her mother and awkward chemistry with the other characters are appropriately cringe-worthy, but occasionally they weigh down the pace of the play. Jim O’Connor, the “gentleman caller” that Laura finally receives, is audacious, complete with a set of grandiose and lofty ambitions; but James Kelly’s performance incorporates enough of a human touch to prevent him from becoming a mere caricature.

Amanda is the only character who is not a young adult, but Ingrid Rudie’s performance is spot-on. It is appropriately over-the-top, with a Mississippi cadence that will ring in your ears even after the lights come on. Though, as Tom mentions, her character is certainly no “sphinx.” Amanda plays the role with nuance; though assertive, she is also insecure. Even in her cheeriest moments, we often sense that she is trying to refrain from crying.

A central tension in The Glass Menagerie is entertainment versus reality: Tom escapes from his mundane life to the adventure offered by the movies; meanwhile, Laura lives in a fantasy world with her little glass dolls. This production of Williams’ play offers escapism done well. Melodrama is a difficult feat to pull off: overdo the weepy factor, and the play is no longer believable; not enough emotion, and we are no longer invested. Like Laura’s glass dolls, when it comes to melodrama, there is a fine line between illusion and illusion shattered. The cast and crew have demonstrated excellent taste, and ensured that at least one illusion—the play itself—remains intact.

 

The Glass Menagerie runs Jan. 30-31, Feb. 1-2, at 8 p.m., Players’ Theatre (3rd floor SSMU building). Student tickets $8.

 

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