From: owner-ammf-digest@smoe.org (alt.music.moxy-fruvous digest) To: ammf-digest@smoe.org Subject: alt.music.moxy-fruvous digest V1 #643 Reply-To: ammf@smoe.org Sender: owner-ammf-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-ammf-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk alt.music.moxy-fruvous digest Sunday, September 20 1998 Volume 01 : Number 643 Today's Subjects: ----------------- Re: Yet another Frvous article [gemini@p3.net (Trace)] Re: "can you listen to this?" ["Perttu Penttinen" Ok so it's not entirely complimentary toward US but hey not everyone gets >Früheadism. And it's an interview with Dave, which is rare. > >http://www.greatwest.ca/ffwd/Issues/1998/0917/mus1.html > I just wish she would've gotten around to actually talking about Fruvous instead of devoting the entire article to Fruheads. I mean, I think the band could use the press more then we. On the other hand, considering the amusing, if unjust negativity with which she portayed Fruheads, maybe it's better that she barely mentioned the band at all. As someone posted recently (my apologies for forgetting who right now), I guess we really are part of the act now! I am an "English-Lit type" student; I have a job; apparently I still need a life. Two out of three isn't bad..... - -- Trace gemini@p3.net "They're like Robin Williams singing, times 4." -Anonymous comment about Fruvous overheard in the 8th & Market subway station in Philadelphia following the 1998 Singer/Songwriter Festival. ~~I am Fruhead. You will be assimilated. Resistance is futile.~~ ------------------------------ Date: 20 Sep 1998 17:20:44 GMT From: "Perttu Penttinen" Subject: Re: "can you listen to this?" David French wrote in article <35e5fa1c.0@news.iprolink.ch>... > Hi there! > All you "open minded" music lovers, I'd like to know what you think of my > terrible crap, don't ever leave your dayjob for this! > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 20 Sep 1998 19:23:53 GMT From: hprodrig@capitalnet.com (Hugo Rodrigues) Subject: IRC yadda yadda cont'd Well... things have been moving on the channel, and I just wanted to drop a line to all who pop their heads from time to time out there. I am no longer channel manager for the #moxyfruvous channel registered on the Undernet IRC network. Jason Reiser has once again stepped up and readily taken the bat until more proper elections can be held to decide a new channel manager. I imagine that he will shortly be announcing the details regarding choosing the new manager shortly on the NG, over IRC or by email. Kudos for stepping up during this interesting phase of IRC. So, if you have any questions about the whole process, email Jason. ChrisO, please if you can, update the appropriate info on FDC. ". . . we're the CBC, inventors of weird." - -- Michael Enright, qtd. in "Elm Street" *MOO*MOO*MOO*MOO*MOO*MOO*MOO*MOO*MOO*MOO* Hugo Rodrigues Hugs on the Undernet Journalism Student hprodrig@capitalnet.com *** New email addy coming soon!*** http://www.capitalnet.com/~hprodrig Forever Fruvous!!! *MOO*MOO*MOO*MOO*MOO*MOO*MOO*MOO*MOO*MOO* ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 20 Sep 1998 15:57:18 -0400 From: duncan@interlog.com (Duncan) Subject: Re: "can you listen to this?" **Scream4:huh? ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 20 Sep 1998 21:14:39 GMT From: vika@ibm.net (Vika Zafrin) Subject: Re: CJUM Radio Interview Review: Sept 16th, Winnipeg (long) On Fri, 18 Sep 1998 14:13:31 GMT, the following words of wisdom were uttered by Drea, in the guise of sirilyan@hotmail.com: |> FDC was mentioned in passing, then the topic of a.m.m-f arose - >specifically the recent 'that isn't Jian doing the intro to Video >Bargainville' thread: It is me...I'm doing my Nome Chomsky (sp) >impression. *smile* Putting the knowledge forth - Noam Chomsky, who I happen to be studying right now, because he's a really big name in language acquisition theories. He is (was?) an "innatist" - his theory is that learning a language (this all applies to one's *first* language) is like walking - sooner or later, given a minimal set of requirements in your environment, you, as a human being, WILL start speaking A language no matter what, you're pre-programmed for it. According to Chomsky, there's a sort of a "black box" in the human brain that has in it the basic principles of language (communicative device, whether vocal or not). I'll stop boring you with this... though myself, I find it rather amazing. Unless, of course, you meant "Gnome Chomsky" - see the last Boston show and/or the SoNo arts fest. Vika Zafrin vika@ibm.net Vika_Zafrin@Brown.edu "You _will_ observe my pouting!" - ChrisO ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 20 Sep 1998 21:01:36 GMT From: kayaa@hotmail.com (Kayaa) Subject: Revi: Frvous in Saskatoon, 09/17/98 Hi all, Generally after I go to a concert, I write what has been termed a Stupid Little Concert Review. They're almost always e-mail only, they tend to be very injoke-laden, and they often ignore the show in favour of what else went on that evening. Despite this making them nearly unreadable to anyone who wasn't at the show, I thought you Früheads might still be interested, so here you go. SLCR archive: http://www.geocities.com/Hollywood/3342/ Enjoy! James (Kayaa) =-=-=-=-=-=-= The whole problem with starting this review is that I said - at least a couple times - something like "not only is this making it into the review, but I'm leading off with it." I said it so often, in fact, that I forget what I said it about. So let me just say, right now, Tutti-Frutti Condom. More on that later. When my cousin Cathy picked me up to go see Moxy Früvous in concert, I had two CDs and a black marker in my jeans pocket. This wasn't quite as uncomfortable as you might suspect. Such is the cross that autograph-seekers have to bear. We got to Louis' Pub about 8:00, and as we walked inside, we discussed the important fact that a Louis' concert attended by a group of four or more people cannot be deemed an official concert unless someone orders chicken. Don't ask me why, it's just always worked out that way. We headed down the stairs to the bar, and listened to the music coming from the DJ booth. It didn't sound like a total song... nope, the Früvoids were already on stage, doing their soundcheck. If Cathy hadn't been sure it was them, I don't know if I'd have recognized them. Well, the one guy (Jian) looked pretty familiar, but I don't know if I'd have recognized the other three guys. At this point, it's worth noting the four members of Moxy Früvous. Jian is the recognizable (and some would say babe-a-licious if they were drunk and into that sort of thing) brown guy, Mike looks like a cross between Aaron Peter Lang and a young Vince McMahon, David is the guy with a shaved head (formerly known as the blonde guy), and Murray is the other guy. The Frü played the start of Sahara, and just basically checked sound levels and joked around and stuff. This was really cool to see. The only other band I've seen doing there soundcheck was The Rheostatics, and I didn't care for them. Or about them. As they left the stage, I went after them, CD booklet and marker in hand. Jian and Mike promised they'd come out later, David and Murray stopped, signing "Thanks James" and "B is for James!" respectively. See, I had brought The B Album to get signed, and it has a big B on the cover, see, it says B but it doesn't have a picture of a bee on it... Random Simpsons reference. Sorry. It will never, eeeeeeever happen again. Random Chris Jericho reference. Sorry. Never again. Somewhere around here, Pat shows up. Dayna Manning then showed up to do her soundcheck, which lead to the inevitable debate about whether or not she was cute (she is, dammit) and whether or not she was cute when she had braces on her teeth (she was, dammit). Dayna sang the first line from Half The Man (the only song of hers that everyone knows) about fifteen times, asking for the guitar or voice levels to be adjusted after every other time. Somewhere around here, Laurie As In Dana's Cousin Laurie - who's name I still don't know how to spell - showed up. As this was all going on, Cathy was drinking Clamatto and beer. Yes, mixed together. It looked disgusting - I mean, nothing improves the godawful taste of beer than salt, tomatoes, and fish. It looked like some perverted Kool-Aid, some Fishtastic Tomatosaurus Brew or something. It tasted even worse, if that's possible. I headed off to check out the t-shirt tables. He told me that the baby t's were $22. I told him that they probably wouldn't look good on me. This guy was about as big as me, so we basically made fun of each other for a few minutes ("You could buy two and wear them on your legs!" "Or I could buy three, tie them together, and wrap them around me!"). The friendly shirt-selling guy turned out to be their tour manager, so we had a nice chat about music websites and stuff. Of course I threw in a blatant plug for the CTD site I maintain at http://www.cybershack.qc.ca/ctd. Anyway, the guy assured me that the marroon shirts were a little bigger and would look great on me. So I bought one. On the way back to the t-shirt table, I ordered chicken fingers and fries for me and fries for Cathy. You do what you must. I got back to the table, and Pat immediately headed off to buy chicken. I suppose, seeing that we were looking at a total of 7 people, two orders of chicken were necessary. We sat, we talked, but mostly we read articles about bathrooms in The Sheaf. Good to see the U of S newspaper is up to its usual journalistic standards. Our number was called, so we went up to go get The Necessary Chicken (tm). As we wandered up, Dayna Manning was signing an autograph for someone. I capitalized on this (thanks to Cathy keeping the CD and marker in her jacket), and got my CD signed too. She was very friendly and seemed genuinely happy that I like the CD. I've read people on alt.music.canada saying she wasn't friendly or approachable, but she seemed really nice to me. I'm sure she could have been faking it, but I'm impressed that she'd even bother to do that. She signed the CD "James, luck and love," which (back at our table) Cathy took to mean that Dayna Manning wanted me. I thought this was pretty funny, especially after the infamous braces debate of months ago, so I said it to everyone we were with. Unfortunately, most people thought I was being serious so I quit saying it pretty quickly. As if you care, the chicken was good. Pat's chicken, meanwhile, wasn't showing up. Somewhere Around Here (tm), Regan and Andreas did show up. Then Pat left, to go get his chicken. The he came back, with chicken. Then Deseree showed up. This may be completely out of order, I don't care. Somehow, I doubt you do too. At about 10:00pm, Dayna Manning came back out with her guitar. Either the guitar is really big, or she's really tiny. I'd wager maybe both, actually. She opened with Half The Man, which is a good song, but maybe a mistake because everyone started talking as soon as they heard the song they knew. As people talked all through the bar, they missed a really good performance. It was kind of a shame. At one point, before playing the song My Addiction (the only other one that most people would know), she said she got the idea for the video by beating the shit out of someone who talked too loud during her performance. (This was the same video, by the way, where she looked really cute despite having braces.) This got a nice laugh, so I guess some people were watching. She played for about 40 minutes, and I really enjoyed the set. I'd go see her as a headliner, not just as an opening act, and given the sheer number of horrible opening acts I've seen (including Xylon, Mr. Happy Salami, and 3/4 of the bands at 1997's Another Roadside Attraction), I haven't had the chance to say that too often in the past. While waiting for Früvous to take the stage, several of the female-type people went off to the bathroom. They travel in herds, I don't know why. Anyway, Deseree came back with what was supposed to be a tutti-frutti flavoured condom. This was enough to tell me that things were weird. I knew that even before she tasted it. I also knew that *I* wasn't about to try it. It did smell tutti-frutti, but even smelling it was more of a concession than I really wanted to make. Then, in short order, it got unrolled and placed on Pat's cigar case (this is not a codeword), then stretched over a glass and inflated. So we had a ribbed centerpiece, yep. This, it turned out, could be used to launch matchbooks at people. Who knew that an inflated condom could be used as a catapult? The condom was also deflated and used as ice cube storage before it's time passed. Meanwhile, Cathy and Andreas were having a spirited conversation about pumps and mining and Clear Lake and Wilfley or something. Finally, at about 11:00, Moxy Früvous finally took the stage. They opened with Sahara, moved on to Jockey Full Of Bourbon, and played for the next two hours. There were far too many highlights to mention, but I'll give it a try - that's what I'm here for. To start with, they altered the lyrics of some songs. In some cases, it was to provide local references; from BJ Don't Cry So there we have a story, lived in person, told by proxy 'Bout a mild-mannered mannequin, every Thursday hit the Roxy Till there his own reflection looked just like Baby Huey's Now he hikes the Himalayas, but he'd rather mosh the mosh at Louis'! Boo Time also included a part about "Howlin' at the moon in Saskatoon," and there was some spirited banter about Premier Roy Rachmaninoff. Later on, in the show-closing (or at least pre-encore) medley, they included a snippet of a song by Saskatoon-based band Wide Mouth Mason. which I thought was exceedingly cool, 'cause I really like WMM too. Other lyrics were altered for no apparent reason. Robertson Davies now needs a grave instead of a shave (did he die or something?) in My Baby Loves A Bunch Of Authors. The King Of Spain was a communist or something. There were numerous Barney references in The Kids' Song. And something I found great humour in; the start of Boo Time included the lines "Hoot owl/Lord Baden Powell/Mario Lemieux throwing in the towel." Also, they made up two songs on the spot. One was The Calgary Double-Gauge Song (Calgarians with guns, duh), and the other was The Irreverant Favourite Guy, who was this guy who sat near us and headbanged his way on stage by yelling requests for Dayna Manning and multiple playings of The Kid's Song. Dayna Manning, it was noted by one of the band, is really good, especially considering she's seven. This was made funnier by Cathy's earlier wondering if she (Dayna, not Cathy) was legally able to be in a bar. The band, as I said, played for two hours, including I Love My Boss, The Kids' Song, Stuck In The 90s, BJ Don't Cry, My Baby Loves A Bunch Of Authors, The King Of Spain, Michigan Militia, Get In The Car, Sahara, Boo Time, You Will Go To The Moon, Fly, Jockey Full Of Bourbon, Green Eggs & Ham, some unreleased songs, and some improv stuff. Needless to say, my superpowers were not sufficient to allow me to remember the track list. I really have to find a new superpower. I know enough, however, to think it was weird that they only played one song off of Wood, which is considered by many Früheads to be the NUMBER ONE AND THE BEST album ever. They closed the show with a medley including Midnight Rain from Wide Mouth Mason, Staying Alive, Love Shack, Barbie Girl, and Love Potion #9. They left, people chanted, they came back. After Psycho Killer and The Drinking Song, they were gone again. It was a great show, and I'd go back anytime. They have a reputation for being one of the best live bands around, and it's easy to see why. Incredible energy, very funny, and just an incredibly entertaining show. Not bad for $7 a ticket. Cathy had to be at work in six hours, so I let her go. I still had autographs to get. First, though I had to buy my girlfriend a shirt. See, everyone paid me back for the tickets I had bought, but that was money already spent, so this extra money was just a bonus. I got her a grey shirt because we already have too many shirts that look the same. Shirts in hand, we stood around and waited. And waited. Would they show? Of course they did. Or at least the two (Mike and Jian) who I wanted to talk to showed up. They signed "WWIII is WMM!" and "Cheers James!" respectively. No, I don't know why World War III is Wide Mouth Mason, but I bet Mike has never signed anyone else's CD that way. Speaking about WMM (ever notice how I have themes that run through these reviews at times?), I was talking to Jian about their including WMM in the medley, and I casually mentioned to Jian that he kinda looked like Safwan Javed, the drummer for WMM. I mean, it depends on which picture of Saf you're looking at (hair tied back or not, goatee or not), and I really only saw it while Jian was going mental on the drums during the medley, but the resemblance was there. He kinda glares and says "Now that's a brown guy reference." I immediately panicked. Actually, first I was impressed that he knew that much about WMM, then I panicked. Hoping desperately that I hadn't offended him, I stammered out some lame-ass explanation about how it's wasn't a brown guy thing, at most it was a brown guy going mental on the drums thing. He didn't seem offended, and was still pleasant and chatty. Maybe I'm just paranoid. I had to be a step down from the other people he had signed autographs for that night - one gave him a copy of the scripts for Clerks and Chasing Amy, and I don't know what the story was with another guy, but Jian signed "fruvous.com - try losing this, you fuck!" Would be cool to know the story behind that. I left, and got a ride home from Pat. When I got home, I tried on my shirt. Skin-tight. I pulled it off and cursed the name of the friendly tour manager. I considered e-mailing my girlfriend to ask her which shirt she wanted. Then I decided to try the grey one, just to check. It fit great. So I kept hers and sent away mine. Well, I will send it away, if I ever get around to it. I learned a lot that night. I learned to watch what you say to celebrities, lest you look like an idiot. You can't go wrong with "It was a great show" or "I really like this album." It's quite dangerous to go beyond that. I also learned that an inflated condom can be used as a catapult. I learned that it was possible to fit seven people around a tiny table. Finally, I learned the benefits of arriving really early for concerts. But, most importantly, I learned something during the writing of this review. Something that will undoubtedly help me in life. And that is: ALT + 0252 End of reviü. ------------------------------ End of alt.music.moxy-fruvous digest V1 #643 ********************************************