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Fri, 07/30/2010 - 8:00pm Deb Oh writes songs that evoke the pre-dawn sidewalks of New York City, the fluorescent peaks of Denali, and all of the jaded naiveté in between. She sings with reluctant honesty, hushed precision, and soulful urgency. There's a clock on her bedroom wall that's been stuck at 7:42 for over a year now. The second hand continues ticking, but never moves forward. She finds this immensely intriguing.
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