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	<description>cellist, composer, broadcaster and review artist</description>
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		<title>Not waving but drowning</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 26 Feb 2013 18:53:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[ “I remember after a concert me and some other girls stayed at his house. He gave us all so much alcohol that one girl was sick. That night, he came into my room and tried to make me have sex with him, but I lay still and pretended to be asleep. He left the room [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Life and Death</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 20 Jan 2013 13:23:40 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Zoe</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[My first tongueless snog was on a clear moonlit night in the back of the cricket pavilion at Radley College in Abingdon, Oxfordshire. The ecstatic intensity of these fleeting minutes was accompanied by the voice of my deeply religious upbringing, insisting God would smite me down for such a terrible sin. But I didn’t care. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>On course for Nibiru</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 11 Dec 2012 20:52:27 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Zoe</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[There’s less than a fortnight left until the end of the world. It’s official. It’s curtains for planet Earth on December 21st 2012. The Mayans said so and their clocks have been accurate to within seconds for thousands of years. They run out in a matter of days. If you don’t believe me, google Maya 2012 and marvel. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The rose doesn&#8217;t ask why</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 27 Nov 2012 18:15:16 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Zoe</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Oh my God I’m in love! Desperately in love! And not with one, not two but a whole stage full of hot young men grooving their shirts off, making an unbelievable amount of noise. I’m in the Purcell Room at the (THE – note use of forbidden definite article) Southbank Centre. Yes, you heard me, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Different silences</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 07 Nov 2012 18:12:05 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Zoe</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[As far as I can see there are music shops. Outside each one, musicians sit with bowls of green tea, playing ancient melodies on pot-bellied reed flutes, single stringed huqins and high pitched whiny violins punctuated by the odd paiban wood-clapper. They wave and smile at me as I walk past, the only blonde in the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Bridge</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 15 Oct 2012 12:02:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Zoe</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[“This should sound like your wife screaming” was the composer’s first comment to the London Sinfonietta trombonist during rehearsals for his piece “Run” in the large dance rehearsal studio at the Royal Theatre in central Copenhagen. “Ah yes!” he said as I whacked sfffffz hell out of my cello fingerboard with the wood of the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>New ways of breathing</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 30 Sep 2012 16:20:06 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Zoe</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[“Curlew River” is perhaps not the first title one would imagine Japanese actors rushing to pronounce, but Tokyo University of the Arts, Japan’s leading specialist music and arts college, was more than up for having a go during their recent UK performances of the Noh play Sumidagawa and the operatic piece Benjamin Britten closely based [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Copland kills cow</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 19 Sep 2012 22:54:39 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Zoe</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[“I mean who wants to listen to four and half minutes of silence? It’s really too much to impose on people. And have you ever really heard those chance pieces? It’s just not music and gives everyone terrible license to make bad art.” These words, spoken by Shirley Perle, pianist and widow of distinguished composer and [...]]]></description>
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		<title>An answered question</title>
		<link>http://zoemartlew.com/?p=7537</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 24 Aug 2012 21:02:03 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Zoe</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[If you take the Hutchinson River Parkway, or “The Hutch” as it’s known, in a northerly direction from the Bronx NY, NY, there are an impressive number of dead composers who line the route to Connecticut. Bartok, Zemlinsky, Rachmaninov and Percy Grainger all lived within leafy travelling distance of the Big Apple, as did Charles [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The test of time</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 03 Aug 2012 15:46:03 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Zoe</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[There’s a wonderful story in Joel Sachs&#8217; fantastic biography of composer, pianist and musical theorist Henry Cowell, of when he went round to composer Carl Ruggles’ house. King of Cantankerous Old Man, composer Carl Ruggles aged 132. “Ruggles was sitting at the old piano, singing a single tone at the top of his raucous composer’s [...]]]></description>
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