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	<title>Comments on: One of my favorites.</title>
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	<description>The first podcast from New York City and one of the first Indie Music Podcasts to hit the scene - Tracks Up the Tree has been reviewed "Out of all the music podcasts I've listened to, this is the first one that has played music that I universally liked" by the New Podcast Review. Adopting the unique stance of only playing music from artists websites who make their tracks available online, Tracks Up the Tree is podcast semi-live from Brooklyn NY and delivers the best indie music to be found on the internet. "Making Indie Your Main Stream"</description>
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		<title>By: mebird</title>
		<link>http://www.upthetree.com/2003/01/24/one-of-my-favorites/#comment-80</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 30 Nov 1999 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Sadly, these same thoughts have consumed me to the point that I always feel on edge....like a pain in my chest.  One night when Rob and I were on the F, the train stopped midway between E. Broadway and York.....and the conductor started jabbering in a very thick Middle Eastern accent......and you couldn't understand what he was saying. Rob and I were certain we were about to be blown to shreds..... But, we just had a red light. (There was no real point to this, but it does show that I was more afraid because of the sound of his accent.....I don't know if that's so good.)
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