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Pete Alvarez Rap

Pete Alvarez Rap

Consider the Wizard of Oz. In the movie, the person playing the Guard at the gates of the Emerald City appears again in a different scene just moments later, this time as the Great and Powerful Oz himself.
Undergraduates don’t immediately realize institutions are made of living people as much as history and granite. To me, a person representing an institution took on the authority and gravitas of the institution itself and thus possessed almost god-like qualities. It didn’t occur to me such people had names and personalities, balanced jobs and hobbies, actually dwelled among us mortals.

Hence my fascination when I became aware that this person I kept seeing in two separate institutional roles could in fact be the same guy, a guy named Pete Alvarez.

Some oldmen probably knew Pete personally from time they overlapped in band, or at least through common friends. So if I got a ride to Friday band practice and the other folks in the car acknowledged the guy in the booth of the ASUC parking garage by name, fine, it wasn’t so crazy that a guy in Parking Services might actually know one of us.

But the next day I would look up and see the same guy standing on a ladder during the Saturday Morning Rehearsal, having ascended into the pantheon of Band godhood, in a uniform not unlike that of Bob Briggs himself. This did not seem possible.

In reality I’m sure he was 25 and partying like a rock star in the City every night, little caring about his double strand in the fabric of University life, but to a 17 year old, well, that’s half a lifetime. Pete seemed larger than life.

Anyway, there was some absurdity in there somewhere, and I ended up making a song about it. Or, more specifically, a rap. Rap was very new to the masses in the mid-80′s. Very few acts represented the new art form, but the sound was revolutionary and it was everywhere. For the first time, instead of humming an idea that came into your head, you might rap it instead.

The chorus practically wrote itself. The name was perfect. Pete. Pete Alvarez. Then, the fundamental riddle of the man:

On weekdays he’s the parking man
On weekends he directs the band.

Adding verses to this chorus became an amusing pastime for a few witty souls in band that fall, and after awhile there was quite a bit of material associated with the rap.  One day Bill McConahy (Bass,  82 I believe) and I set about creating a recorded version of it.

Bill was a local, going to Cal, but still living in the same house he grew up in on Marin Avenue near the Albany/Berkeley border. In his garage he had set up a mini recording studio. Bill imagined he might like to be a record producer some day. He had not just a four-track mixing board but a synthesizer, drums, and his true love, an Ibanez “Flying V” electric guitar plugged into a stack of Marshall amplifiers. This was truly the classic look and sound of hard rock in the 80′s. (It should be noted Bill himself completed the look with a majestic mane of red hair, no wig props required. I tried playing his guitar but could never achieve this look, any more than a praying mantis could imitate a Minotaur.)

When I first came over to Bill’s house, the main excitement was just turning on the amp and playing a single chord at arena sound levels. But eventually (to the neighbors’ relief, I’m sure) we settled in and began the work of finalizing the verses and laying down the various tracks that Bill would use to produce the final recording.

There’s a whole separate story about cultural appropriation that goes along with all this, but suffice it to say that originally I wanted to sound like what was on the radio. Of course the idea of a privileged kid from Palo Alto trying to evoke the street culture of New York was preposterous. Ultimately we decided to embrace this cognitive dissonance by using a pretty ‘square’ elocution instead. Imagine “Mama Said Knock you Out” meets “She Blinded me with Science”.

And really, what could be more square than lyrics such as

If you’re marchin’
Back and forth
If you lose the beat
Just look to the North.
Don’t look in the air
Don’t look on the ground
Pete’s got the beat
And he’s Gonna Lay it Down.

Oh we tossed in several nods to the popular rap gestures of the day, certainly. LL Cool J’s anthem “Rock the Bells” opens with that classic crunchy metal guitar sample punctuating certain words, as in, ” L L Cool J is hard as *hell* [chord] ” etc. So we dutifully interrupted our rap with a virtually identical break:

Pete Alva *rez* [chord]
is hot as *hell* [chord]


Bill, producer impresario that he was, can be credited with this and many other inspirations that kept the recording lively. In one verse we deliberately abandoned both meter and rhyme, veering into bathos:

On weekdays he wears a uniform
On weekends he wears one too /

The abrupt ending left a hole that cried out for a vaudevillian gag, so we inserted Bill himself into the gap, giving voice to the listener’s puzzlement and incredulity

/  What?

This may fall in the category of ‘you had to be there’, but trust me, not even the “Doinggg” of a jaw harp could have improved on the sense of slapstick.

When we felt we had the sound about right, we subjected the finished product to the Volkswagen test. Bill believed the surest way to know if you got the mix right was to put it on a cassette and play it while driving around Berkeley in his Volkswagen Beetle. Today, a typical “Sound Package” option on even the humblest car delivers perfect fidelity, but this was more like playing a kazoo while riding in a shopping cart. To our ears, the road test sounded perfect.

We played the resulting cassette tape for anyone who would listen. Pete himself eventually got wind of it and we may have even arranged to play it for him in person once. Pre-internet, the only way to hear the actual recording was via random encounters with someone’s “boom box” or perhaps when it got slipped into the mix at a Tellefsen Hall party. It surfaced at an Alumni Band Day reception a few years later, possibly allowing other generations a glimpse. But ultimately it receded into pure legend.

Is it possible the recording still survives? Bill looked through his old four-track masters recently and found some tantalizing clues indicating the originals may yet exist on some unlabeled tape in a box somewhere. I know I used to have a cassette with this and other sonic mementos of my time at Cal. If I was smart, I destroyed it. The thought of my kids discovering the other material on that tape makes me blanch. I  have moved house a couple times since those days and I don’t know if I could put my hands on it without a major excavation effort. But if it turns up, perhaps I will gingerly fast forward to the Pete Alvarez Rap and produce a digital audio file for all to share.

As a musical artifact, it is probably not worth a long search. But as a snapshot of a moment in time, perhaps it has value to a small few. And as an ode to Pete, well, why not? Is it so bad if the Great and Powerful Pete Alvarez lives forever in song?

- Jim “Stretch” Armstrong, Trombone ‘85

Student Spotlight: A Capella!

I’ve been a singer since day one. That isn’t to say I was a good singer that whole time — my mom likes to say that when I was a baby, my crying sounded similar to “a pterodactyl with laryngitis.” Charming, I know.

After I moved past my hoarse dinosaur stage and made it to first grade, I joined a series of children’s community choirs at a local church. I stayed in those choirs for 10 years, and learned most of my musicianship and stage presence in that group performing everything from Handel to Michael Jackson.

In fifth grade, I was introduced to the trumpet. I loved band immediately. Most of my time in middle school involved running back and forth between different musical groups and soccer, a theme that would continue throughout high school and has persisted now into college.

Joining the marching band was a new experience that made me feel immediately welcome at Cal, but I still wanted to find an outlet for singing. That outlet ended up being DeCadence, a golden-cape-wearing, vibrantly wacky a capella group on campus. I decided to audition after watching them perform a couple times (including a convincing concert called ShreKadence) and seeing how much fun the group had onstage together.

DeCadence is amazing because it’s full of incredible voices, solid musicianship, and staunch dedication to each other and the group. During auditions and once I joined, everyone was endlessly kind, helpful, and really fun to be around. I even found a partner for CS61A projects there! The band has its own wonderful community, and in joining DeCadence I found another that instantly made me feel like part of the family.

Part of what I love about Cal Band and DeCadence is the emphasis on the group taking charge of every part of creating our music. Everyone takes a role in helping the group flourish, and it’s a really inspiring, helpful environment to learn more about music, leadership, and teamwork. DeCadence arranges all of our own music, creates our own choreography, manages our own gigs and business, and produces one big semesterly concert.

At this final concert, we act out a Berkeley-humor-infused skit in between songs to amuse our friends, family, alumni, and the people who were nice enough to accept our flyers on Sproul. My first end-of-semester concert was themed as DeCadence in Space, and featured us as characters from movies like Star Wars and Wall-E, cracking jokes, saving the galaxy, and singing some great music.

We also perform every Wednesday at noon under Sather Gate — come watch us!

Aria Frangos

DeCadence is like band in that we have a lot of groups and individuals ask us to come sing at events ranging from prospective student events to 70th birthday parties. My favorite gigs so far have probably been the freshman overnight stay programs because I’ve seen a couple prospective students I knew at almost every one. Often I would perform for them with DeCadence and Cal Band, which meant I got to show them my two favorite things about Cal.

Balancing DeCadence, band, and academics in the spring was a bit of a challenge, but it was always worth it. Most of my free time was split between studying, Straw Hat Band performances, and DeCadence gigs, but that was what I was interested in anyway. Performing meant that I was with some of my best friends doing something I loved, and after we were done, we’d continue hanging out. It was busy, but never a burden.

Singing has always come naturally to me, and I’ve felt at home onstage for as long as I can remember. Whether I’m in the background or the center soloist, group singing just feels good. While playing in band is amazing in its own way, vocals differ because of how unique each individual’s voice sounds, as a soloist and as part of the group blend. Singing is a way to personalize a song in a way that others can’t quite replicate.

In the fall of my second year at Cal, I’m planning on fitting both groups into my schedule. Next semester, I’m also taking on leadership in both groups as a DA in Cal Band and a concert coordinator in DeCadence. I just can’t help but want to be more involved in both organizations — they’re incredible groups of people and fantastic ways to express the music I love so much.

It’s going to be challenging, but I’m used to handling my love affair with trumpet-playing and singing. I’m excited to continue with both for as long as I can with all the California Spirit I can muster up.


Aria Frangos, Trumpt ’16

Student Spotlight: Figure Skating!

In second grade, my Girl Scout troop went skating at a local ice skating rink. It was my first time stepping onto the ice, and I spent the majority of the time falling down or clinging to the wall, but was completely mesmerized by the older girls doing spins and jumps in the center of the rink. After that, I took figure skating lessons for three years, but stopped after my coach moved away and I decided to dedicate more of my time to music (I played piano and sang in a children’s choir at the time, and wanted to join my middle school band). I kept watching figure skating competitions on TV, in awe of the all the skaters, and I sometimes wondered what it would have been like if I had continued skating, or even competed. Over time, I pushed that thought away, not thinking it would ever become a reality.

The summer before I started college, I was looking for different clubs to join when I saw that Cal had a figure skating team! I knew that was something I wanted to try during college. After taking my first semester to adjust to school and Cal Band, I ended up joining the figure skating team during my second semester. It was tough in the beginning because I had forgotten how to do all my jumps and spins, but with the help of the experienced skaters on the team, I kept practicing and improving my skills throughout the rest of the year.

Leslie Tsai

Fast forward to my fourth semester: I just competed in my first competition in February at the Pioneer Open in Denver, Colorado! My program music was “Cambridge” from The Theory of Everything (shoutout to Chelsea Yim for choreographing my program and Cynthia Li for the costume!). I wanted to skate to a lyrical instrumental piece, so I picked the music from one of my favorite movie soundtracks. The few seconds in the beginning of my program when I was standing alone in the center of the ice were nerve wracking, but after the music started, the minute and a half of my program flew by. Despite slipping up a couple of times and feeling extremely exhausted, the adrenaline rush and excitement I felt as I hit my ending pose outweighed all of that. Intercollegiate competitions are fun because there’s a sense of pride and purpose beyond yourself, competing for your school and cheering on your teammates. I ended up placing fifth in my level and we ended up placing second overall at that competition!

Leslie Tsai (1)

Cal Figure Skating also hosts a biannual Skate Night, a fundraising event where we put on a choreographed performance then invite the audience to skate with us afterwards. Like Cal Band, the figure skating team is also student run, and the nearest rink we have is in Oakland, so fundraising helps cover costs for practices, transportation, and competitions. This semester we skated a routine to Beyonce, and I was incredibly grateful that some Cal Band friends came out to skate with us!

Waking up for a 6 AM skating practice before school, going to band and fitting in time to study has been stressful at times, but I honestly wouldn’t change a thing. Marching band and figure skating both combine my love for music and sports, giving me creative outlets to express myself and opportunities to learn and grow. I’m so grateful for all the experiences I’ve had through Cal Band and Cal Figure Skating to represent Cal, travel, perform, and make memories that will last a lifetime.

Leslie Tsai, Net ‘15

Student Spotlight: Studying Abroad in Argentina!

I may or may not have cried on the plane to Buenos Aires. It was my first time leaving the United States, and I was flying alone across the world to a country where I didn’t know the language. As someone who prides herself on quick comebacks and loves recounting funny stories and correcting the grammar of my unsuspecting family members, being unable to adequately communicate myself terrified me.

I feared embarrassing myself, appearing unintelligent, accidentally being rude to people, and having trouble making friends due to my inability to say anything remotely interesting in Spanish. While I’ve experienced all of these things, some more than once, I’ve also experienced so much joy, and my Spanish interactions have been nothing short of wonderful – even when I just smile and nod and hope nobody asks me any questions.

One of the first things I learned in Buenos Aires is that there’s often more meaning in people’s actions and expressions than in their words. On one of my first days of school, I passed a young couple walking together and joking around. Although for the life of me I could not understand them, and possibly for this reason, I saw the look of happiness and love on their faces, and was moved by their joy. My inability to understand their words gave me an opportunity to see them in a completely different way, to think a little less and just appreciate the happiness around me.

Similarly, I quickly learned how to communicate myself purely through facial expressions, laughter, and an openness to learn and participate. I’m proud to say that I earned the friendship of my host’s grandkids through a combination of making silly faces, playing tag, and constantly committing comical errors in Spanish (who could have guessed that the Spanish word for banana is banana!?!). On my volleyball team, I’ve seen how I can motivate my teammates with a high five and a smile, and how those simple actions can help change the course of a game. Although I still can’t say exactly what I’d like, I’ve seen that there are equally valid ways to express myself.

I’ve also been so pleasantly surprised by how welcoming and kind people are to me, even when I’m admittedly not contributing too much to conversation. The standard Argentine greeting is a kiss on the cheek, and there’s something about receiving a kiss from fifty strangers at a party just makes you feel welcome. At the first asado that I attended in Buenos Aires, every person who knew a bit of English gathered around me and talked to me so that I wouldn’t feel lonely. At my second asado a month later, they listened patiently as I tried to speak in Spanish, and helped me out when I needed it. More recently, one of my volleyball teammates invited me out for coffee, and we spent a delightful two hours together. She talked slowly and clearly, helped me out with words when I needed it, and corrected my grammar without making me feel bad about my errors. When I began recounting a story and realized that it would be quite difficult to tell in Spanish, rather than letting me switch into English, she encouraged me, giving me much-needed confidence and practice. Given that I really feared loneliness, I’ve been so pleased by the number of people who take the time to talk to me, both in English and Spanish, and I have been surprised by my growing ability to sustain interesting conversations!

Brenna Cancilla

Furthermore, I’ve really grown to appreciate the Argentine culture and nuances of Argentine Spanish. I see the beauty in sitting and enjoying my coffee with a friend instead of taking it to go, and have grown to love the simplicity and warmth of greeting someone with a kiss. Here, every silence is filled with a bueno (good), and most propositions, whether extraordinary or mundane, are met with an enthusiastic dale. Although this means that I’ll never be able to read my hometown’s name, Glendale, the same way, it made me acutely aware of the opportunities that come with enthusiastically agreeing to new experiences.

In my four months here, I’ve had the opportunity to travel to so many beautiful places in Argentina – including Iguazu Falls, Mendoza, and Patagonia – and although each was stunning in its own way, all were populated with wonderful, patient people.

This past weekend, I experienced the kind of perfect day that I’ve been working towards for four months. Fresh off of our first win, my volleyball team had an asado bonding together at my friend’s house just north of the city. I spent six wonderful hours in a sea of happy Spanish, intermixed with some helpful English, caught up on some hot gossip about some people I’ve never heard of, impressed everyone with a couple marching band stories, and even got in a few good jokes. When I got back to my hostel where I was staying, I was invited to eat with one of my roommates and their friends from back home. For the second time that day, I was eating a delicious home cooked meal and was immersed in Spanish, this time with a different accent, but still with just the same kindness that I’ve grown accustomed to. After dinner, I spent two more hours enjoying a conversation with a new friend from Mexico, learning from his life experiences and recounting my own, all in a language that I could neither speak nor understand just four months ago.

Absolutely every day I’ve spent in Argentina has been fabulous, and I’m so glad that I put aside my fears and took advantage of this amazing opportunity to study abroad. The next time I’m presented with an opportunity that scares me, I’ll think back on my time in Argentina, smile, and like the Porteños, say dale.

-Brenna Cancilla, Bass ’15

Student Spotlight: Studying Abroad in Ireland!

The promise of excitement and adventure drew my application for a semester abroad in Dublin, Ireland this spring. Tales of new found perspectives and geographical treasures sounded unlike anything offered at Berkeley; I was fascinated by elaborate stories of personal growth and different types of challenges people faced being away from everything familiar. While I’ve fallen in love with the Bay Area and Cal over these past few years, it could never offer me everything.

This January I set out for another adventure across the small pond we call the Atlantic Ocean in search of another dimension of learning. While Ireland is culturally similar to the U.S., there were still some nuances that I had to adjust to – different brands in the grocery stores, how to flag down a bus, social etiquette, and english equivalents for Irish-isms! I loved experiencing that learning curve because it brought back fond memories of when I first stepped onto the Berkeley campus.

Over the next few months I had a jam packed schedule of school and travel. On the weekdays I would attend my classes and practice for the trampoline and gymnastics club I joined. It was exciting to take classes I would never otherwise have an opportunity to take at Berkeley. My favorite class was my EU-China Relations class, which I’m almost sure there is no equivalent at Berkeley! It was also nice learning a new sport that isn’t especially popular in the U.S. You may not think it, but trampolining is physically exhausting, and putting together a competitive routine was way more difficult than I imagined!

On the weekends, I experienced a taste of European life throughout the continent. I travelled to 9 countries in total (and hope to return and finish off more countries on my to-do list!). However, my favorite city was Paris. It was so easy to get lost and wander around for hours admiring french architecture, eating fresh cuisine or stumbling into a plaza to relax. As someone who studies art history, it was especially rewarding to see some of the most iconic works of art in history – seeing them in real life doesn’t compare to the textbook images I’ve been looking at for all these years!

Samantha Yen

While I’m sure that my semester abroad was unlike anything else I will experience, I left Dublin with two big takeaways: one, I am self sufficient and can enjoy experiences alone and two, nothing compares to multiculturalism I’ve experienced in the U.S. Sometimes, we find ourselves looking towards European culture to shape how we should conduct ourselves or our society. But I don’t think I appreciated my life here until I left. We lead a life with so many conveniences and innovations – especially here in the Bay – that we can often take for granted. On any given day for lunch we can walk down the street and be met with cuisines spanning across entire continents. This is something pretty special, and I hope I don’t forget it!

I am excited to return to Berkeley this fall for one final marching season and a renewed fervor for all the aspects of my life I hold near and dear to my heart – my relationships, my studies, and of course, the Cal Band!

Go Bears, see you this Fall!


- Sam Yen, Snare ’14


Student Spotlight: Real Life Shark Week!

Hi, I’m Kasey, proud Tenor Mama in Cal Band, shark enthusiast, and the luckiest girl in the world.

Studying abroad in South Africa was never really part of my college plan. After my first semester at Cal, and absolutely loving every minute of my time there (even the late nights of studying), I didn’t want to miss out on anything by going abroad. But, after a last-minute decision one night, I decided that I wanted to study at the University of Cape Town for spring semester 2017. And that would be one of the best decisions of my life.

Cape Town is one of the most exciting and colorful places in the entire world. In only a few short months here, I’ve managed to have a lifetime’s worth of experiences. I’ve travelled to the southern most point on the continent, Cape Agulhas, as well as the southwestern-most point, the famous Cape of Good Hope. I’ve had scary encounters with wild baboons on hiking trails, have gotten lost on Table Mountain (well, we thought it was Table Mountain), gone zip lining through Tsitsikamma National Park, and have danced my heart out at a backpacker’s lodge along the Garden Route. I went to Afrika Burn with my housemates, where trance music, dust storms, and the desert heat surrounded us for 3 days as we watched these incredible wooden structures being set on fire alongside 15,000 other sweaty people. I have also been volunteering at a local elementary school – where the Afrikaans-English barrier is super real, and have been learning parts of the Xhosa and Zulu culture through the dance class I’m enrolled in here. I’ve walked hand-in-trunk with elephants at an elephant sanctuary and visited Nelson Mandela’s prison cell on Robben Island. I am extremely fortunate to have these experiences, but one thing that made me happier during my time here more than anything else has been the week that I spent in Gansbaai – the Great White Shark Capital of the world.

For those who haven’t met me yet, I’m a little obsessed with sharks. I’m not exactly sure where the fascination came from, but they have always been captivating to learn about. I spent my “Spring Break” vacation here by traveling to Gansbaai and staying with White Shark Diving Company for the entire week. During this week I had the opportunity to go shore fishing a couple of times and caught my first shark ever, a beautiful 80 cm long Leopard Shy Shark. I learned how to properly hold the shark, measure it quickly, take a fin sample, and even how to tag them. I also had the chance to go on the shark diving boat a couple of times and see the famous Shark Alley between Dyer Island and Geyser Rock – a place I had only seen  from Great White Shark documentaries and that I finally had the chance to see for myself.

One of the highlights of the week was definitely being part of the necropsy of the largest Great White Shark dissection to ever happen in South Africa. We learned that this female had been attacked by two male transient orcas that only attacked her for her liver, which we learned because it had been missing from her body during the dissection. Over the next couple of days, there were more white sharks washing up onshore, all with similar injuries under their pectoral fins from the orcas. These orcas were, and still are, causing the white sharks to leave Gansbaai and the neighboring towns because of how severely they are threatened by these two brother orcas. This only demonstrates that sharks are not the man-eating beasts that most people think they are – they are scared of some things too!

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Before I leave Cape Town I plan on going back to Gansbaai and spending another few days with this team of amazing people and learning more about the white sharks here. If I had never chosen to come abroad, specifically Cape Town, I wouldn’t have had the opportunity to get up close and personal with my favorite species on the planet. For me, studying abroad has not only been a chance to learn about another country and immerse myself in a brand new culture, but it has helped me meet people and to take the first steps necessary in beginning my career as a Marine Biologist. Nonetheless, I’m extremely excited to be returning to Cal in a few months for my final marching season with some of my favorite people in the world, and I can’t wait to bug them with all of my new shark knowledge.


Go Bears!

Kasey Mitchell, Tenor ‘14


Student Spotlight: Kat’s Cakes!

At the beginning of my sophomore year of high school, I passed out one morning before going to class. That marked the beginning of a long and challenging chronic illness that kept me at home for nearly three years. I spent the rest of high school in and out of the Lucile Packard Children’s Hospital at Stanford University, trying countless treatments in search of a diagnosis.

One can accomplish a lot in three years of down time, even when confined to one’s house. That time allowed me to develop a closer relationship with my parents and with my cats. I read hundreds of books and was able to work my way through all of my school material from home. I developed a love for cooking and baking and was charmed by the joy that the gift of food brought to my friends and family. Despite the seemingly endless days spent in bed, I knew that I wanted to attend a four-year college, and I was confident that I would be able to complete the prerequisite materials even though I was unable to attend class. That said, one piece of my college application remained missing– my illness prevented me from going out into the world and devoting my time to volunteer work. While many of my peers volunteered at our local hospital or at our county’s animal shelter, I spent most of my days too ill to leave the house.


During one of the many drives between Stanford and my hometown, my dad came up with a solution. He proposed that I combine two of my great loves: baking and animals. We spent the rest of that drive devising a way that I could use what I had learned in the kitchen in order to help animals in need. Throughout the rest of high school, I made and sold baked goods and donated the money that I collected to the Butte Humane Society, and Kat’s Cakes was born. I started out small at first, selling individual pastries to my friends and my parents’ coworkers. My mother, a graphic designer, put together my first business cards with pictures of my simple desserts. As time passed, I became more and more adept in the kitchen and began to pursue more complicated projects. I developed a love for cake decorating and began taking custom orders for special occasion cakes of all types. Throughout high school, I was able to raise and donate $1,000 dollars to the animal shelter with the endless support of my friends and family.


Since then, my health has improved and I am able to manage my illness in order to live a normal life. I am fortunate enough to attend UC Berkeley and to be member of the Best Damn Band in the Land. Kat’s Cakes still exists today, and I continue to take custom dessert orders from my bandmates and professors with the money now going towards the cost of tuition and living expenses. I still learn every time I bake and am always excited to try new things in the kitchen. Since coming to college, I have been hired for my skills and now bake and decorate cakes and cupcakes at an artisan cake shop in Berkeley. Though I no longer have as much time as I would like to devote towards personal baking projects, nothing makes me happier through the stress of school and marching than making desserts for the people that I love.

-Kat White, Bass ’14

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