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    <p align="center"><font face="Arial" size="3"><b>Harry Smith<br>
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    <p align="left"><font face="Arial" size="2">Harry Smith (1923-1991) Groundbreaking
    avant-garde filmmaker, visionary painter, music producer, linguist, occult historian and
    philosopher, student of Native American lore, compulsive collector, and cosmological
    polymath, Smith was an uncategorizable yet distinctly American figure.<br>
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    Born in Portland, Oregon, Smith came from a Masonic and Theosophical family whose bizarre
    predilictions primed him for what was to become a lifelong obsession with the metaphysics
    of extremity. By the age of 15 he was in direct contact with Native American culture and
    ritual, as he studied and interacted with the Lummi and Salish Indians of the Pacific
    Northwest.<br>
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    Smith lived in the Bay area from the mid-'40s until 1951, collecting records, painting,
    mastering the hand-painted film, and breaking serious ground in the then-nascent medium of
    substance abuse. He studied the correspondence between sound and color (largely neglected
    since Goethe, though touched upon by Scriabin et al.) and began working intimately with
    jazz musicians such as Charlie Parker, Thelonious Monk, and Dizzy Gillespie. He came to
    New York in 1951 and continued his explorations in art, music, esoteric knowledge, and
    fomenting large-scale hoopla.</font></p>
    <p align="left"><font face="Arial" size="2">Smith is best known for compiling the epochal
    1952 Anthology of American Folk Music, which fertilized the ovum of Rock 'n' Roll (as
    recent tests have shown). He also produced 1965's frug-inducing The Village Fugs (with the
    usual consequences), Allen Ginberg's harmonium-fuelled yodel of buggery, First Blues, and
    that still-unknown quantity of mischief, The Kiowa Peyote Meeting (all available in
    exchange for money from Smithsonian Folkways Records), while staying up for days in the
    Chelsea Hotel and enjoying the largesse of &quot;many a corporate Maecenas.&quot;<br>
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    Smith's lunatic heterodoxy of interests resulted in collections of Seminole quilts, paper
    airplanes, Ukrainian Easter eggs, and string figures. Smith spent his last years holding
    forth as &quot;shaman-in-residence&quot; at Naropa Institute. In 1991 he staggered onstage
    to receive a Grammy for his contributions to American folk music. Smith died at the
    Chelsea Hotel in November 1991.</font><br>
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