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	<title>Comments on: RIP Mary Travers 1936-2009</title>
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		<title>By: Ted Taptiklis</title>
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		<dc:creator>Ted Taptiklis</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 18 Sep 2009 09:38:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>In 1965 Peter Paul &amp; Mary came to town. That is, to Dunedin, New Zealand, where I was a student at university. I was a huge PP &amp; M fan, and so with some fellow students, gatecrashed their town hall rehearsal to invite them to an after-show party at our place.

To my surprise, they accepted...and then showed up with their manager, Al Grossman (who also managed Bob Dylan in those days).

I was both star-struck and deeply in love with Mary Travers. I stood with her in front of the mantelpiece and we talked, just like old friends, till 2am. It was Bleeker Street in my own living room. It was like being at the centre of the know universe.

I was so smitten that I gave her my school scarf as a momento. Graciously, she accepted it, and it had never looked so glamorous as draped around her neck.

She was utterly charming and natural, and forty-four years later I am still moved by the memory of her voice and that dazzling smile. 

RIP, Mary.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>In 1965 Peter Paul &amp; Mary came to town. That is, to Dunedin, New Zealand, where I was a student at university. I was a huge PP &amp; M fan, and so with some fellow students, gatecrashed their town hall rehearsal to invite them to an after-show party at our place.</p>
<p>To my surprise, they accepted&#8230;and then showed up with their manager, Al Grossman (who also managed Bob Dylan in those days).</p>
<p>I was both star-struck and deeply in love with Mary Travers. I stood with her in front of the mantelpiece and we talked, just like old friends, till 2am. It was Bleeker Street in my own living room. It was like being at the centre of the know universe.</p>
<p>I was so smitten that I gave her my school scarf as a momento. Graciously, she accepted it, and it had never looked so glamorous as draped around her neck.</p>
<p>She was utterly charming and natural, and forty-four years later I am still moved by the memory of her voice and that dazzling smile. </p>
<p>RIP, Mary.</p>
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		<title>By: mike</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 18 Sep 2009 03:42:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My brother had the album where their names are written in chalk on a brick wall behind them, and I played that album a bazillion times.  
The song about the young woman who dresses in a man&#039;s uniform to join her beloved (I guess it would have been the Civil War?) used to slay me.  
Very sad news today...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My brother had the album where their names are written in chalk on a brick wall behind them, and I played that album a bazillion times.<br />
The song about the young woman who dresses in a man&#8217;s uniform to join her beloved (I guess it would have been the Civil War?) used to slay me.<br />
Very sad news today&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: JP</title>
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		<dc:creator>JP</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 17 Sep 2009 20:44:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>thanks Stuart. We shall miss her.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>thanks Stuart. We shall miss her.</p>
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		<title>By: Stuart G. Hall</title>
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		<dc:creator>Stuart G. Hall</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 17 Sep 2009 18:55:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thanks, nice post.</description>
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