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More Visits with Cowboy Jack

More Visits with Cowboy Jack

July 22, 2017 by Moragh Carter Leave a Comment

My second visit with Cowboy Jack

In my last post, I mentioned that I’d forgotten to take my camera when I visited Cowboy Jack Clement for the first time. If you missed that post, you can read it here: Meeting Cowboy Jack Clement

However, two days later, I’d arranged to meet my friend, Arlene Faith. Arlene had worked with Cowboy Jack a few years earlier when she was recording a country album of her own. She was only too happy to take me back to his home, as she said she’d love to see him again. So my return visit was arranged.

Arriving back at Cowboy Jack’s house, I was able to get all the photos that I wanted. Cowboy Jack kindly posed for me in his office, and members of his staff and other people there were quite happy to pose for me too. I took lots pictures that morning, though most that I took in his recording studio upstairs didn’t come out very well as the light was too low. I also got a few pictures of Jack’s yard, and of his swimming pool where he liked to swim regularly.

After getting my pictures, we went into the room next to Jack’s office. Sitting round the table, I spent time talking to other people there. I always jotted down the names of people I met and took photos of, as I knew that I’d forget many of their names otherwise. My memory for names has never been good. Jack’s son, Niles, was working in an adjoining room and I had a brief chat with him too.

Some of the other people I met there

Another person I met was Luke Chalk, one of Cowboy’s sound engineers. Luke had moved to Nashville from London, UK, a couple of years earlier. He worked alongside Brooks Watson, Jack’s senior engineer. Brooks was working in the studio that day, on the mixing desk. Chance Martin (a.k.a. Alamo Jones) was there again. Chance, who was my first contact there, was a long-time friend of both Cowboy Jack and of Johnny Cash. It was Johnny Cash who named Chance ‘The Voice in Black’. Chance took care of much of the photography and video work for Jack, as well as usually being the one to answer the phone.

Chance also co-hosted a weekly radio show with Cowboy Jack on XM/Sirius Outlaw Country up until Jack’s death. He continues the legacy with The Alamo Jones Show in that same time slot. Mary Todd was another stalwart who I met several times over the years. Her role was to keep all the Clement-Vision business accounts in order. I also met Cowboy’s partner, Aleene.

While we were chatting over drinks of Cowboy Jack’s lemonade, a girl known as C.J. (a.k.a. C.J.Flannigan) came by again. She, too, is a photographer and was also webmaster of the Clement Vision website. I’d first met her first on my visit two days earlier. That day, when she’d realised I didn’t have a car with me, she offered me a ride back to my hotel. That ride became a mini-tour, showing me the location of many of the recording studios and music landmarks in the Music Row area. However, with it being a pretty speedy tour, and everything being so new to me, I was only able to remember a few of the places she’d pointed out.

It’s a small world

During my visit in 2009, I met some more people at the Cowboy Arms Hotel and Recording Spa. This was the name Cowboy gave to his studios. Two people I particularly remember were Sunday Sharpe and Cley Reynolds, both singer/songwriters.

A couple of weeks later, back in Florida, I visited Jack and Misty’s home again, just before flying home. I showed them the photos that I’d taken and Misty was startled to see the picture of Sunday Sharpe. It turned out that they were old friends. She told me that she and Sunday used to go to the laundromat together when she and Jack lived in Nashville in the 70s. It turns out to be such a small world.

Introducing Jack & Misty to Cowboy Jack

Because of the number of times I visited Cowboy Jack, there are too many stories to fit them all in here. However, there was one special highlight during my 2011 visit.

I was travelling with Jack Blanchard & Misty Morgan this time. We’d been to visit their family in Celina, two hours drive north of Nashville. On our return journey, we spent a few days in Nashville.

In all the years Jack & Misty lived in Nashville, even though they were working in the same building as him, they had never actually met Cowboy Jack. Jack & Misty’s manager at the time was Cowboy’s partner, Bill Hall, but they had only ever seen Cowboy from a distance.

For some time I’d wanted them to be able to meet Cowboy. Now, at last, was my chance to get them together. I phoned Chance to arrange a suitable time to visit. Then I drove Jack & Misty down to Cowboy’s home. They had a long chat with him and, while we were there, Cowboy’s son, Niles, took this lovely photo of the three of them together.

Cowboy Jack with Jack and Misty.

           Jack, Misty with Cowboy Jack Clement (By permission of J. Niles Clement)

 A few days later I was also able to introduce Jack & Misty to the Americana duo, Eric Brace and Peter Cooper. I’d met Eric & Peter in Liverpool, UK, a couple of months earlier and I’d seen that they had a gig booked at The Basement on 8th Avenue South. So I took Jack & Misty along with me to meet them and we had a very enjoyable evening.

Cowboy Jack, the singer

Although Cowboy Jack was a good singer and musician, his main focus in life was his recording and publishing business. He never attempted to make a name for himself as a singer and he only recorded a handful of recordings of himself. The only time I heard him singing live was during this 2011 visit. He was performing at a charity event at the Belmont Theater, in Belcourt Avenue. Also with him were Riders in the Sky, Chuck Mead and the Belmont Bluegrass Choir from the University. Jack & Misty came to the theater with me to see him. I was so glad that I got the chance to hear him performing live at least once. Watching videos of him performing was never quite the same.

Although he did not record himself much, Cowboy Jack wrote numerous well known songs. These songs were recorded by many other people, including Johnny Cash. A huge number of well-known singers passed through his studios at one time or another. There are simply too many to list here. Think of any well-known artist and chances are that Cowboy had had a hand in recording at least some of their songs. So, apart from the songs he wrote, his main influence on the music industry was through his recording and production businesses. For more about his achievements see this obituary in the Guardian newspaper.

The Fire

Cowboy Jack Clement's house

                      Cowboy Jack Clement’s house in Nashville.

On 26th June 2011, Cowboy Jack’s house was badly damaged by fire. In one of the video clips shown on the news later that day, Cowboy Jack could be seen sitting on a lawn chair, in his bathrobe, watching the firemen tackling the blaze. The fire ripped through the upper floor, totally destroying the studios, along with most of the archived tapes of recordings made over the years. Fortunately, they did manage to rescue most of Jack’s guitars and other instruments, including his favourite guitar. There was only two or three people in the house at the time and no one was hurt. Even the cat was rescued.

Most of the damage on the first floor (ground floor) was water damage and his daughter, Alison, and friends had the huge task of laundering curtains and soft furnishings. The house was later re-built, restoring it pretty much as it had been before the fire. The work was overseen by Cowboy’s cousin, Bob Clement, who ensured that an excellent restoration job was done.

By the spring of 2012 the work was almost complete. I was in Nashville again that spring and was privileged to be one of the first people to set foot inside the house after it was rebuilt. All the structural work had been completed, but the studio equipment was still awaiting installation. An excellent job had been done and it looked little different than it had done before the fire, save for the new furnishings.

My last visit to the Cowboy Arms Hotel

Whenever I visited the Cowboy Arms Hotel and Recording Spa, I never knew who else I might meet there. It was like an open house and I remember once being told that anyone who visited regularly for three months or more was given a key to the door.

My last visit there was in May 2013. I’d known for some time that Cowboy Jack had cancer. I wasn’t even sure if I would see him that day, as he was sleeping in his bedroom when I arrived. I spent quite a long time talking with Chance Martin and Mary Todd, and with other people there. It was getting near the time I would have to leave, as Chance had an appointment elsewhere.

However, much to my delight, just before I was due to leave, Cowboy came through from his bedroom. He came over and gave me a big hug, and I wished him well. Then, who should follow him down the corridor, but Johnny Cash’s son, John Carter Cash. It was such a fleeting meeting with John that he may well have forgotten meeting me by now, but it’s lodged in my memory. If I ever meet him again, I will ask him if he remembers me. Sadly, Cowboy Jack died just two months after that visit.

Since Cowboy Jack’s death

I miss my visits to that house, but times move on. Since Cowboy Jack’s death, the house has been sold. The new owners wanted to continue Jack’s legacy, but came up against an obstacle. The house was in an area zoned as residential. They had to fight to get the house re-designated as an official Nashville Neighborhood Landmark. Without that designation, they would not have have been able to run a business from the house. Jack had been able to run his business there because he’d started it many years before these designations had been set. Fortunately, the new owners were successful with getting this re-designation. They have now moved in and music is being recorded there again. Cowboy Jack would have been very happy about that.

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Meeting Cowboy Jack Clement

Meeting Cowboy Jack Clement

March 30, 2017 by Moragh Carter Leave a Comment

I blame my eldest son for starting the chain of events that led me to meeting Cowboy Jack Clement. He’d set me up on broadband in November 2004 and I began listening to country music on internet radio. A few months later, I heard a very catchy instrumental being played. The title was, ‘That Little Tune’, by the Dixie Doodle Construction Company. It so grabbed my attention that I wanted to buy a copy of the music. Tracking it down wasn’t easy, but I eventually found a copy of it. However, it was not on CD, but on a 45 rpm vinyl single. The composer, named on the label of the record, was Jack Clement. I recognized the name as being the Nashville music producer, Cowboy Jack Clement. I had probably seen his name mentioned in Doug Davis’s country music newsletter, which I had been receiving since 2005.

So who is Cowboy Jack Clement?

Considering the huge influence he had on the music scene for over 50 years, the name of Cowboy Jack Clement is surprisingly unknown. This is particularly so in the UK. Even in the United States, away from Nashville, TN, there are many people who have never heard of him. But, whether they know it or not, most people who have ever heard country, folk, bluegrass or rock-and-roll music will have heard artists he produced, and songs he wrote.

He was a combination of musician, music producer, songwriter, publisher and performer. He was also an engineer, executive and entrepreneur and film producer, and a dance teacher. Not just a jack of all trades, but a master of them all. That is, apart from as a film producer. The horror film, ‘Dear Dead Delilah‘, which he produced in 1972, was a resounding flop.

Jack’s early career

He’d started his music production career in a home-made studio built in a friend’s garage in Memphis in 1954, shortly before landing a job with Sam Phillips at Sun Studios. While working with Sam, he got to know Elvis Presley, Johnny Cash and Jerry lee Lewis, and other artists who were on Sam Phillips’ roster. He became best friends with Johnny Cash, a friendship that lasted until Johnny’s death in 2003.

While working at Sam’s studios, Jack was responsible for recording many songs which went on to become classics. They included Jerry Lee Lewis’s famous, ‘Whole Lotta Shakin’ Goin’ On’ and ‘Great Balls of Fire’ and Johnny Cash’s, ‘I Walk the Line’.

His move to Nashville

Later, after moving to Nashville, he discovered Charley Pride and was responsible for introducing him to RCA, launching his career. Over the years he produced for many other well known singers, far too long a list to mention here.

With his sense of humour and appetite for fun, Cowboy Jack was a loveable rouge who broke all the rules of Nashville’s convention for the music business. One of his most famous quotes was, “If we’re not having fun, then we’re not doing our job”. Having fun was everything to him.

Finding out more about Cowboy

To get a fuller picture of who Jack was, and his achievements, you need to look at this website at  AllMusic.com. But this story is about how I came to meet him and how I became a regular visitor at his home and recording studios, The Cowboy Arms Hotel and Recording Spa. Following my first two visits in 2007, I visited him at least once a year … nine or ten times in all.  The last time I saw him was two months before his death in August 2013. I knew then that I wouldn’t be seeing him again.

So why did I want to meet Cowboy Jack?

After getting the record of ‘That Little Tune’, I tried to contact Cowboy Jack to find out more about the band and the artists playing on that recording. After a lot of searching, I eventually found the e-mail address and phone number for his studios. My early efforts to contact him by e-mail failed, as my e-mails kept bouncing. I learnt later that their ISP didn’t like mine. When I phoned his studios, my call was answered by his colleague, Chance Martin a.k.a. Alamo Jones.

Chance and I spoke several times over the coming weeks, trying, unsuccessfully, to solve the internet problem. By this time it was early 2007 and I mentioned to Chance that I was going to be visiting Nashville that April. I asked him if I’d be able to come and visit Cowboy Jack. He said certainly I could, and he told me to phone when I got into town. I phoned soon after reaching Nashville and Chance said to me, ‘Come on down’. So, as I hadn’t got a car at that point, I called a taxi and headed down to the Cowboy Arms Hotel.

The Cowboy Arms Hotel and Recording Spa

The taxi drew up in front of a beautiful, large, brick-built house, in a quiet neighbourhood about three miles out of Nashville. I walked up the front path and knocked on the door and was welcomed in by Chance. After a short chat, he took me through to Cowboy Jack’s office.

Jack was seated at a large, wooden desk. On it was strewn an assortment of paperwork, piles of CDs, a pad of foolscap paper, dozens of pens and other assorted items. A large toy toucan on a perch, sat on one side of the desk and, on the other side, there was an ashtray which looked like a mini toilet … typical, as I found out later, of Jack’s sense of humour. On the wall behind him, part of his large collection of guitars and other instruments were hanging on display. At one side of the room, opposite the windows, were two enormous speakers and a huge TV screen.

Jack welcomed me in and invited to me to sit on the chair facing him across the desk, before offering me a glass of his delicious home-made lemonade. He was keen to know why I had come to see him. I explained about how I’d found ‘That Little Tune’ and that I was curious to know more about the Dixie Doodle Construction Company and the players in this group. He reached for his foolscap pad and, in large handwriting, he wrote out all the details about the group … their names and which instruments they’d played. He also included information about his radio programme on Sirius Radio. Other things he gave me were a DVD made from some of his home movies, and copies of ‘That Little Tune’, and a similar instrumental, by the same group, called ‘Feet’. This latter tune was featured on the intro to his website, but sadly that website has followed Cowboy Jack into death.

My tour of the studios

Next, he took me on a tour of his home and his studios. The first floor (ground floor) had his offices, work rooms, dining room and kitchen, along with his private living quarters. Upstairs, his studios spanned the width of the house. The stairs and stairwell leading to his studios were painted sky blue, with white clouds. Once up there, we came into this huge room, with other smaller rooms off it. There was an enormous mixing desk, where Jack’s sound engineer was working. Other rooms were used for recording, housing an array of equipment and instruments, or were used for storing archived recordings. It was fascinating to see.

Downstairs again, and we went into a room with a large table, round which a number of people were seated. Chance had a desk to one side, with a large computer screen. On this, he did photo editing for Jack’s website and created promotional material for the company, Clement-Vision. He also helped prepare the weekly radio show that he and Cowboy hosted on Sirius Radio. Many people would drop by at Jack’s house regularly, to chat and share with each other what they were doing. It was very much an open-door policy there. I was told, that if someone was a regular visitor for three months or more, they were given a key to the front door. In the next room, Jack’s son, Niles, was working and I had a brief chat with him.

My unexpected mini-tour of Music Row

One girl who called into the Cowboy Arms that day was CJ Flannigan, webmaster and photographer for Cowboy Jack. When it was time for me to leave, after a three-hour visit, she kindly offered me a ride back to my hotel in her car. This ride took a circuitous route, as she took me on a mini-tour of some of Music Row’s historic buildings. It was difficult to take everything in as there was so much to see in such a short space of time, though one or two places stuck in my mind.

My next trip to the Cowboy Arms was two days later. In my rush to get there the first time, I forgot my camera, having left it at the hotel. So a friend took me back there to get my photos. But more on that visit in the next episode of my story.

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How I met Doc Kazoo

How I met Doc Kazoo

August 20, 2016 by Moragh Carter 2 Comments

During my travels to the USA I’ve met so many interesting people. This story is about how I met Doc Kazoo. My meeting with Doc Kazoo came about as the result of a number of extraordinary coincidences, which began in my home town of Nantwich. But first, for those who don’t already know, I will explain what a kazoo is.

What is a kazoo?

A kazoo is a small musical wind instrument, made out of wood or metal. The player hums into it, rather than blowing. It sounds something like the primitive instrument many people used to make in their school days by folding paper over a comb, then putting it to their lips and humming, making a buzzing sound. I’ve since learned that the kazoo is a popular instrument in jug bands, carnival marching bands, folk and ukulele bands, and it is sometimes used in jazz bands.

George with some of his kazoos

George with some of his kazoos

So what is the connection between Doc Kazoo and Nantwich? And how did I come to be meeting him? After all, we live over 4,000 miles apart, me in the UK, and Doc Kazoo in Florida.

This extraordinary chain of events

The extraordinary chain of events that led to our meeting began in Nantwich, at the annual Jazz, Blues and Music Festival during the Easter weekend in 2014. One band I went to see that weekend was called The N’Ukes (short for Nantwich Ukuleles). While watching them, I noticed that one of the players was playing a small wooden instrument which I didn’t recognise. After the band finished their final set, I went up to him and asked him what this instrument was. He told me it was a kazoo.

My curiosity was spiked

Later that evening, when writing up my on-line diary, I looked up the word ‘kazoo’ to check how to spell it. I was also curious to find out more about these intriguing wooden instruments. As I browsed, one particular website caught my eye. It belonged to someone called Doc Kazoo. The thing that particularly caught my attention was a poster on his site. It was advertising The N’Ukes upcoming gig in Audlem, near Nantwich, the following month. Why, I wondered, would someone from Florida be advertising a Nantwich band’s gig in the UK. After all, they were on opposite sides of the Atlantic, with over 4,000 miles of water between them. Intrigued, I researched further.

What I Discovered

I discovered that Doc Kazoo (real name: George Collins) has a small factory, which he calls The Great AsWeGo Kazoo Factory. It is in a workshop alongside his home in Eustis, Florida. Here he makes wooden kazoos and a number of other wooden instruments. It looked fascinating.

Just ten days after making this discovery, I was due to leave for the USA. Looking at the map, I realised that George’s home was only a half-hour drive from Sanford, where I was going to be staying for the first part of my trip.

I like to keep my journeys short during my first few days, giving me time to get over jet lag. However, a week earlier, I’d found I was going to have some free time the day after my arrival. The person I’d hoped to visit that day wasn’t well and had called off my visit to her. So, before leaving England, knowing that I would have these few hours spare, I contacted George, asking if I could come and visit him. He replied, saying that I was welcome. He gave me his address and phone number, and sent me some pictures to help me find his place. As it gets too hot for him to work later in the day, he suggested that I get there before 11am. So, on a sunny April day, I found myself driving to his place.

Finding Doc Kazoo’s Home

My GPS (SatNav) led me to his home and I could easily recognise which gateway to turn into from the pictures he’d sent me. I turned into a long, tree-lined, dirt driveway, which opened out onto large grassy meadow. As I pulled up I saw his factory, or workshop, on my right. It looked like a large garage, blue-grey in colour, with wide double-doors. It was situated a couple of hundred yards from his house, which I could see further up the driveway. The doors of his workshop were wide open, so, after parking my car, I went over and called his name. George came breezing out and gave me a hearty welcome, ushering me inside.

Doc Kazoo's Workshop

Doc Kazoo’s Workshop

His workshop was crammed full of tools. Racks, holding lengths of wood in different colours, lined one wall. Kazoos, some completed, some part-made, were on small racks on the work benches. Various other wooden instruments were around the work place. The fragrance from all the different types of woods filled the air.

George showed me round before giving me a demonstration of how he makes these kazoos. He first chooses the right piece of wood, then carves out the basic shape before proceeding to hollow it out and shape it. He has created his own design of reed for them, using small pieces of plastic from carrier bags obtained from one particular supermarket. After a lot of experimenting, he had found that the plastic used in these particular bags gives the best sound.

The link with Nantwich

Talking to him, as he showed me round, I found out about his connection with The N’Ukes. I discovered that the kazoo that I’d seen being played in Nantwich was one that he had made. In fact, he had made several for that band. These included some that they would be selling at the Audlem festival to raise money for the charities they were supporting.

George gets orders for his kazoos from people all over the world. For everyone who wants it, he makes a video of their own kazoo being made, which he then ships to them with their order. The video camera he uses to film his work is one designed for underwater use. It’s the only type that will keep the ever-present wood dust out of the workings.

Most of the kazoos he makes are made to order, but he keeps a few ready for impromptu sales. I bought one of them as a memento of my visit. I also took quite a few photos of George and his workshop to show my friends when I returned home.

After he’d finished showing me round his workshop, he showed me his small vegetable garden. It is between his workshop and another building. It is fully enclosed to keep the rabbits from eating his lettuces and radishes, and the other crops he grows for himself and his wife, Lynette Auberjeunois. I was sorry not to have been able to meet Lynette, as she was asleep at the time. She is a composer and flute instructor and she does much of her composing during the night, which is why she sleeps during the day.

George the Photographer

George is also a very keen photographer. His speciality is taking photos of the wonderful sunrises, sunsets and cloud formations, as seen from his home. He also photographs his animals, visiting birds and his neighbours’ horses. Some photos are aerial shots he takes using his drone-mounted camera. Many of his photos are on his Facebook page.

He also told me about his time in the navy, part of which he spent stationed in Scotland, and how he managed to get his own van shipped there, and back, by the navy.

A couple of hours later, we bade each other farewell, saying we hoped to meet again some day.

My second meeting with Doc Kazoo

The following year, in September 2015, he welcomed me back again. My visit was a surprise to him as, although I had tried to phone him beforehand, I’d failed to reach him. It turned out that this was because I had one digit wrong for his phone number. Anyway, as I was going to be passing close to his home, I decided to drop by on the off-chance he was there. Fortunately for me, I got there in time to catch him before he had to leave to take his dog to the vet. He gave me a warm welcome, as before.

Since my previous visit, he’d updated the design of the kazoo reeds. He gave me some to bring back to the UK, both for myself and for Barry, the N’Ukes’ kazoo player. It was good to see George again and we had over an hour together before I had to resume my journey and he had to head for the vets.

I am so glad to have gained George as another friend to add to my ever-growing list of friends on the US side of the pond.

My First Solo Trips, My Stories, My Stories, People, Travel Tagged: Doc Kazoo, Florida, kazoo, Nantwich

Really Lost – the First Time

Really Lost – the First Time

October 15, 2015 by Moragh Carter Leave a Comment

Orlando International Airport lounge overlooked by the Hyatt Hotel

It was day four of my first trip to Florida, after arriving on Wednesday April 11th 2007, and it was time to head for the airport in Orlando again, this time to get the flight to Boston, Massachusetts, to visit my sister. Airports have never been my favourite places to drive to as they are so easy to get really lost in, with their myriad of junctions and (to me) confusing signage.

I’d just had a thoroughly enjoyable few days in Florida. The hotel where I been staying, the Comfort Inn & Suites in Sanford, lived up to its name and was very comfortable, and the staff were so welcoming. One of the hotel’s best features, as far as I was concerned, was breakfast being available until 10.30 am, as I am not a natural early riser. At most hotels, breakfast is not available after 9.00 or 9.30 am. I had picked this hotel because I knew it was near where my new friends, Jack and Misty lived. It was lovely to meet them, when they came round to the hotel, and I spent far more time with them during the next two days than I expected would be possible. I was delighted to find out how well we got on together.

However, after four nights in Sanford, it was now time to move on.

This story is about how I got completely lost at Orlando airport. I had, in fact, almost got lost three days earlier. I had picked up a rental car the Thursday morning and I took it out for a test drive. Surprisingly, it didn’t take me too long to get used to driving on the opposite side of the road to what I was used to. But there was no SatNav (GPS) in that car and, as I drove round the town exploring, it wasn’t long before I took a wrong turn … but I’ve already written about that episode in my previous post.

Heading back to the airport

After leaving the hotel this Sunday morning, I set off down the FL-417 towards the airport. My first error was when I thought I was in the nearside lane, but discovered, too late, that it was an exit lane. I found my way to a gas station and, after filling the car, the gas station attendant gave me directions about how to get back on the right road for the airport. But, it was when I reached the airport, that’s when I found myself really lost.

On the way I also had my first experience of toll booths, where I found myself fumbling round, trying to find the right change in the unfamiliar currency.

Going Round in Circles

Once I eventually reached the airport, I went round and round in circles trying to find where I should drop off my rental car. I seemed to be able to find every rental company under the sun, apart from the one I needed. I have never felt so lost in all my life. Eventually I pulled into the drop-off bay for another company to ask the way.

The first person I asked couldn’t even speak English, but he called another girl over. She spoke English but she didn’t know where I had to go either. However, she pointed to a security guard, who she said would be able to direct me. He was, in deed, able to help, but I had to get him to write down the directions as the drop-off point I needed was five miles from the airport.

Once I had successfully dropped the car off, I was directed to the shuttle bus which would take me back to the airport. It dropped me off at the terminal I needed and I was safely on my way again. I was mighty happy to have overcome that hurdle.

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