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Lista de miembros del Comit�� T��cnico

Lista de Miembros del Comit�� T��cnico (En orden alfab��tico)

George Boston
Kevin Bradley, Biblioteca Nacional de Australia
Mike Casey, Universidad de Indiana, Bloomington, Estados Unidos
Stefano S. Cavaglieri, Fonoteca Nacional de Suiza
Matthew Davies, Filmoteca y Fonoteca Nacional, Australia
Carl Fleischhauer, Biblioteca del Congreso, Estados Unidos
Jean-Marc Fontaine, Laboratorio de Ac��stica Musical, Francia
Jouni Frilander, Corporaci��n Finlandesa de Radiodifusi��n
Lars Gaustad, Biblioteca Nacional de Noruega
Ian Gilmour, Filmoteca y Fonoteca Nacional, Australia
Bruce Gordon, Universidad de Harvard, Estados Unidos
Albrecht H?fner
Clifford Harkness, Museo del Folclore y del Transporte de Ulster, Reino Unido
J?rg Houpert, Cube-Tec International, Alemania
Jean Christophe Kummer, NOA Audio Solutions, Austria
Drago Kunej, Academia Eslovena de las Ciencias y las Artes
Chris Lacinak, AVPreserve, Estados Unidos
Franz Lechleitner, Phonogrammarchiv, Academia Austriaca de las Ciencias
Hermann Lewetz, Mediateca Austriaca, Austria
Xavier Loyant, Biblioteca Nacional de Francia
Guy Marechal
Michel Merten, Memnon Archiving Services, B��lgica
Stig-Lennard Molneryd, Biblioteca Nacional de Suecia
Greg Moss, Filmoteca y Fonoteca Nacional, Australia
Yvonne Ng, WITNESS, Estados Unidos
Marie O��Connell, Filmoteca de Nueva Zelanda
Bronwyn Officer, Biblioteca Nacional de Nueva Zelanda
Will Prentice, Biblioteca Brit��nica
Richard Ranft, Biblioteca Brit��nica
Dietrich Sch��ller
Tommy Sj?berg, Folkmusikens Hus, Suecia
Gilles St-Laurent, Biblioteca y Archivos de Canad��
Adolph Thal
Nadja Wallaszkovits, Phonogrammarchiv, Academia Austriaca de las Ciencias
Eduardo S��nchez Zamorano, Fundaci��n Harp, M��xico

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