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January 28, 2003


I'm at the airport here in Fornia, and there's a British businessman on the phone a few feet away, describing the situation to somebody in his office: "On the public-address system, they have that guy, the saxophone player, what is his name... Kenny G, that's right. He's everywhere You can't get away. I'm in Kenny G hell."


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