Favorite Musical Artists

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I'll add more as they come to me:

Streetlight Manifesto
Regina Spektor
Fiona Apple
Rancid
Erykah Badu
Queen, of course
Sufjan Stevens
Amy Winehouse
Phantogram
Ella Fitzgerald
Janis Joplin
Panic! At the Disco
Death Cab
Foo Fighters
Nirvana
Dave Grohl in general
Florence and the Machine
Courtney Barnett
Bright Eyes
Rage Against the Machine

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