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	<title>Comments on: Go Tell It on the Mountain: strings, brass, and piano</title>
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	<description>Notes. And Notes on Notes.</description>
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		<title>By: S. Wynia</title>
		<link>http://musicblog.gregscheer.com/2009/12/11/go-tell-it-on-the-mountain-strings-brass-and-piano/#comment-82</link>
		<dc:creator>S. Wynia</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Dec 2009 17:37:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>You know what I will forever be reminded of when I hear &quot;Go Tell It On the Mountain&quot;?  One finals week at NWC I decided to camp out in the one practice room that had a desk.  It was a peaceful place to study-most people who might otherwise be inclined to practice were instead occupying my normal spot in the library.  I had peace and quiet all week until the last day, when someone brought their saxophone into the practice room next to me and proceeded to honk out &quot;Go Tell It&quot; for over an hour!  For some reason that is one of my most lucid college memories.</description>
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