Thursday, July 3, 2008

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It began to rain on me a little bit, but just a little. I tucked my camera and microphones into my side slung purse until it stopped then continued on my way. I reached a little dirty alley volleyball court lined with houses and garbage cans. Here I inserted both sides of the mike into a metal coffee can that is used as an ashtray and recorded the game from inside.
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