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In corso, pubblicata il ott 25, 2016
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Dr. Sumanth Swaminathan has a collection, "sumanthswaminathan.com," which achieves all unique music. But that's not the huge thing regarding him. Dr. Swaminathan looks for to make music that narrates to his dual American as well as Indian heritage, drawing motivation a lot from straight-ahead jazz with the ultramodern as from knowledge and the melodic traditions of India. 
  
  
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