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where is that bitchin’ one by the klf?

The DOCTOR WHO Theme Remix Site includes a sassy Michael Nyman-esque version and a killer industrial one. (Warren Ellis)

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  1. you are SO not paying attention on tribe, these days.

    This is SO last month: http://pennsylvania.tribe.net/thread/0172bb97-c2b2-42be-adfb-6de1198c4fe8?tribeid=64752d58-ad50-42e8-82f7-da57a67055e9&r=10424

    Nevertheless, interesting.

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  2. I have had a couple times where I've misstepped and lost track of which threads I've seen and which ones I've not. Without the "new" header or the orange asterisks, I can't keep track'a where I've left off.

    But, technically speaking, it's way past "last month," since it was launched in 2003.

    Funny that you and Uncle Warren both hooked on the Nyman one.

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  3. It was the most interesting.


    The kazoo version and the spaghetti western versions are also great.

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  4. Ooh. Yes, those are nice.

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