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I'd maybe be interested in this. I've got this really cool weezy old pianorgan thing that I dug out of my parents attic about a year back and which I've been looking for an excuse to use. It's basically an electric accordian. I'd need to work out the best way to mike it, which might be a bit of a challenge, but yeah, I could see it gelling with some of this stuff. Maybe on Inconsolable, Cast Off or the Sartre one. I will have to be careful though. It's a fairly harsh sound. Other than that, I can lay down trumpet/flugelhorn...
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