From: owner-ammf-digest@smoe.org (alt.music.moxy-fruvous digest) To: ammf-digest@smoe.org Subject: alt.music.moxy-fruvous digest V4 #376 Reply-To: ammf@fruvous.com Sender: owner-ammf-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-ammf-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk alt.music.moxy-fruvous digest Friday, September 8 2000 Volume 04 : Number 376 Today's Subjects: ----------------- Re: The mystery of the Typo or misheard lyric? [Donna Hunt ] Re: The mystery of the Typo or misheard lyric? [lightman@tmbg.IHATESPAME.] Re: The mystery of the Typo or misheard lyric? [Lori Martin ] Re: hiatus.... [fruomffan@diganet.com (Cara Kozack)] Strange connection ... (LONG additaion) [fruomffan@diganet.com (Cara Koza] Re: The mystery of the Typo or misheard lyric? [carrie759@aol.com (Carrie] Re: =?ISO-8859-1?B?UmU6IFJlOiBSZTogU3RyYW5nZSBGcvwgY29ubmVjdGlvbi4uLg==?= [vika@attglobal.net (Vika Zafri] MPG [FruCake1@aol.com] Re: The mystery of the Typo or misheard lyric? ["Daancing Queen" Subject: Re: The mystery of the Typo or misheard lyric? BBWMinors wrote: > So what IS it??? I sincerely believe it's "He's finally beaten his me." Maybe we should all check FDC. ciao, donna ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 08 Sep 2000 04:01:57 GMT From: lightman@tmbg.IHATESPAME.org (Eric) Subject: Re: The mystery of the Typo or misheard lyric? In article <20000907184921.15065.00000064@ng-fe1.aol.com>, bbwminors@aol.com (BBWMinors) wrote: >Well me of the dirty mind at first thought they were saying "beaten his meat" >(I'm sorry, I can't help it, that's what is sounds like, so sue me) but then >assumed in context it was probably "beaten his need." That's what I thought for the longest time... I figured that it had some hidden meaning that my perverted mind was just misinterpreting. >So what IS it??? According to the lyrics, it's "beaten his me", which makes sense. - --Eric ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 08 Sep 2000 00:57:53 -0400 From: Lori Martin Subject: Re: The mystery of the Typo or misheard lyric? Lisa Carpenter wrote: > besti wrote: > > he seemed to think I was on crack >and this is different from everyone else how? Easy. Fordy KNOWS the rest of us are on crack. - -- Lori Glitter Fairy/Tattooing Fru/ Founding Member, Murray's Sect ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ http://members.aol.com/srm9988n/index.html Someone needs to tell me to go to bed already. ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 08 Sep 2000 00:54:14 -0400 From: Lori Martin Subject: re: Strange connection ... (weird alt-codes deleted from subject line) The nameless gewica@aol.com said: > >But what I was referring to when I wrote "geeks and > >hippies" was Fruvous' past tendency to separate their fans into these > >two categories. If you search FDC for these two words you'll find a bit > >of material that backs up my story. :) > Raaarrrrrrrr!!! The claws are out now! Hippies? No way. Not even close. :) A moment's research disproves this theory: "We are hippies and geeks." -- Jian, inciting 1400 persons to revolt, the Troc, 2/6/99 - -- Lori Glitter Fairy/Tattooing Fru/Founding Member, Murray's Sect ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ http://members.aol.com/srm9988n/index.html That's okay That's any good. ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 08 Sep 2000 00:41:25 -0400 From: Donna Hunt Subject: Re: The mystery of the Typo or misheard lyric? Carrie759 wrote: > It doesn't make sense to me, sorry. Finely blurred is an oxymoron. (I >can't believe I am actually concerning myself with something so0 >inconsequential!) Words aren't inconsequential. And Lyrics certainly aren't. Especially with bands like Moxy Fruvous... is anyone really a fan because they've "got a good beat?" Finely. As in, minutely. Precisely. Delicately. Subtlety. Anyway, while "finely blurred" may be an oxymoron, (as opposed to a Moxy Moron... but we don't really want to go there) Kinda, it also could be a bit of word-play, which I enjoy, and admire in Fruvous' work as well as other folks'. After all, they don't mean "Be Careful" when they sing "You can't be too careful." Or putting feet on the Ottoman Empire. I don't think that's possible. "Hey Darlin' throw this space pup a bone" "They took off their shoes and bared their soles." Anyway, random lyric quotes aside, I really do believe that the Drinking Song quote is "Finally Blurred." And that "finely" is just someone's silly typo and I hope they never know what kind of uproar they caused. But boy did I have fun with the "finely" possibility. I mean, haven't you seen things "finely blurred" while intoxicated? I have. ciao, donna "It's not so much *music* as it is a dog-and-pony show." ~Jian, 10/31/98 ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 08 Sep 2000 04:20:17 GMT From: fruomffan@diganet.com (Cara Kozack) Subject: Re: hiatus.... carrie759@aol.com (Carrie759) wrote in <20000907174940.23294.00000107@ng- cb1.aol.com>: >One of my friends said she asked Jian in Ottawa what the deal is with the >rumoured break-up and he said they are NOT breaking up, that it is just a >hiatus. Maybe he was just trying to calm her down or something, but I would >hate to think he would lie about it. > A while ago I had heard some rumors about the band breaking up after the tour after Thornhill...which I guess was just over the past year. I e-mailed Fruvous central about it and got a reply saying that the band was definatly not breaking up. Mind you that was about a year ago and the plans could have changed. And even if they do break up and do other things, I doubt that they all will stop preforming music. Dave has his solo album comming out and the others will *probably* do the same at some time or place. The important thing is that they DESERVE a break. Being an active touring band for almost 8 years with meager breaks can't be easy. I'm sure that they enjoy it, but it would be much more tolerable with some time off of about a year or even more. At least we have the memories and an open and quite extensive tape trading circle so that everyone can enjoy the music of Moxy Fruvous live in concert for as long as music lasts. True its not the same, but its *something*. Comming from a person who has only seen 1 concert in the almost 5 years that I have been a fan, recorded concerts count for a lot. Personally though, I do not think they they will break up, but they will take a long time off. I know that quite a few fans are more literally obsessive about them being "their band" and there is even a bright side for them, after such a refresher period Moxy Früvous will be better than ever! My 2 ¢ (CND). - -- Cara Kozack It's a reference to a _____ that you've never even heard of by\in\on a _____ that you probably don't even like! fruomffan@diganet.com www.crosswinds.net/~fruomffan ICQ: 56416421 ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 08 Sep 2000 05:59:26 GMT From: fruomffan@diganet.com (Cara Kozack) Subject: Strange connection ... (LONG additaion) moonshimmer@xpnonline.net (Lori Martin) wrote in <39B870F5.CB6D1E59@xpnonline.net>: >The nameless gewica@aol.com said: > >> >But what I was referring to when I wrote "geeks and >> >hippies" was Fruvous' past tendency to separate their fans >into these >> >two categories. If you search FDC for these two words you'll >find a bit >> >of material that backs up my story. :) > >> Raaarrrrrrrr!!! The claws are out now! Hippies? No way. Not >even close. :) > >A moment's research disproves this theory: > >"We are hippies and geeks." > -- Jian, inciting 1400 persons to revolt, > the Troc, 2/6/99 I find this discussion highly amusing as it stems from my science rant about mitosis and metosis, and some stuff about Van Halen and Fruvous that I won't bring up. I digress....it was extremely nerdy *and* geeky. As for Fruheads being hippes, I can attest to that in my life. As a colleuge of mine once said "Cara is the ONLY person in this school to have the persona to wear bell- bottoms, a peace sign, and smoke weed. But she only does the first two so we have to fill that in for her." I can't say that I was flattered, but I don't think I'm insulted for... *strikes a proud yet humble pose in front of the Budgie Dog flag* We are Früheads, first and formost. We follow the band and are true to their spirt Laughing hysterically at any references Throughot the day, but always ready for a Solemn moment. We are the Canadians, and honourary Canadians Polite, and willing to speak with passion and intellegence Even when they call us groupies, cult followers, and other euphamisims We stand tall, and give hugs, and sing songs We are the geeks, readers of books and lovers of learning Although the passions in each may be different They are the same in the fact of utter distraction While preforming realted tasks. We are the hippies, proud in our stances Not willing to back down easily, but willing to listen Peaceful, yet forceful, passionatly disscussing what's important And acting in a manner related. We ARE the Früheads, the fans of the most wonderful band in the world We have great taste, although it is diverse and often odd but so nice. We look to eachother for support, advice, or just to goof around Connected by the one thing that we all love The name that sings, and sometimes haunts our life. The two words that many of us have mulled over for time immortal. They need not be spoken, although we hear them reverberating Through our minds right of this moment... Ok thats enought of that. - -- Cara Kozack It's a reference to a _____ that you've never even heard of by\in\on a _____ that you probably don't even like! fruomffan@diganet.com www.crosswinds.net/~fruomffan ICQ: 56416421 ------------------------------ Date: 08 Sep 2000 06:47:42 GMT From: carrie759@aol.com (Carrie759) Subject: Re: The mystery of the Typo or misheard lyric? >Words aren't inconsequential. And Lyrics certainly aren't. Especially with >bands like Moxy Fruvous... is anyone really a fan because they've "got a good >beat?" Dwelling on one word is beyond picayune. >I mean, haven't you seen things "finely blurred" while intoxicated? I have. > Nope I haven't. And I stand by my opinion: It doesn't make sense to me, sorry. Finely blurred is an oxymoron. (I can't believe I am actually concerning myself with something so inconsequential!) ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 08 Sep 2000 11:00:31 GMT From: vika@attglobal.net (Vika Zafrin) Subject: Re: =?ISO-8859-1?B?UmU6IFJlOiBSZTogU3RyYW5nZSBGcvwgY29ubmVjdGlvbi4uLg==?= Spake gewica@aol.com (GeWiCa): >Raaarrrrrrrr!!! The claws are out now! Hippies? No way. Not even close. :) Okay, okay, fine! YOU are not a hippie! - -v - -------- Vika Zafrin -------- vika@attglobal.net -------- http://www.brown.edu/Research/Decameron "What comes from within is trustworthy." -- M. ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 08 Sep 2000 07:55:26 EDT From: FruCake1@aol.com Subject: MPG Hey everyone, Thanks to those who sent me suggestions on how to fix the site. Chad and Loren were right on the money with adding the so hopefully that will be it (for now). :P I guess I must have done something when I deleted the bottom frame the other night. Oops! :) I will be changing the site a bit (adding an option for frames and no frames)Frankly I like them, but I've gotten a few suggestions and might as well try them out. I won't get to that until I'm settled in school again though. Middle schoolers can take a lot out of you. LOL! Maybe I'll spend some time on it when I get the soundbites from Dave next week. Thanks for you patience. Lisa Bills ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 08 Sep 2000 08:26:11 EDT From: "Daancing Queen" Subject: Re: The mystery of the Typo or misheard lyric? > >(I'm sorry, I can't help it, that's what is sounds like, so sue me) but >then > >assumed in context it was probably "beaten his need." I have always thought it was "finally beaten his dreams" - until 2 days ago when I read the lyrics. >According to the lyrics, it's "beaten his me", which makes sense. It does? Then please explain it to me... Sara _________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com. Share information about yourself, create your own public profile at http://profiles.msn.com. ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 08 Sep 2000 14:25:12 GMT From: Ellen A Handbasket Subject: Re: The mystery of the Typo or misheard lyric? In article <39B871D1.B195E5B3@xpnonline.net>, moonshimmer@xpnonline.net wrote: > Easy. Fordy KNOWS the rest of us are on crack. see now, i would have reversed the subject and object of that sentence. peace, ellen (and changed the verb to match the plurality of "the rest of us") ************************************************* When the only tool you have is a hammer, everything looks like a nail. Sent via Deja.com http://www.deja.com/ Before you buy. ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 08 Sep 2000 14:29:16 GMT From: Ellen A Handbasket Subject: Re: Strange connection ... (LONG additaion) In article <8FA8F966Efruomffan21hotmailco@198.80.55.10>, fruomffan@diganet.com (Cara Kozack) wrote: > We are Früheads, first and formost. speak for yourself. i'm a deadhead first and foremost. ;) now if only i could work on getting THEM to tour again.... peace, ellen (first New Potato Caboose, then the Dead.. now Fruvous.. just call me typhoid mary and pray i don't develop a liking for YOUR favorite band next. ) ************************************************* When the only tool you have is a hammer, everything looks like a nail. Sent via Deja.com http://www.deja.com/ Before you buy. ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 08 Sep 2000 14:32:24 GMT From: Ellen A Handbasket Subject: Re: The mystery of the Typo or misheard lyric? In article <20000907184921.15065.00000064@ng-fe1.aol.com>, bbwminors@aol.com (BBWMinors) wrote: > So what IS it??? "eaten his meat." back in those days, vegetarianism was mostly scorned. and that line was written right after the guys had watched that scene in Mommie Dearest where Christina sits at the table and stares at the plate of meat all day rather than eat it. i think they were trying to make a statement of some kind. peace, ellen (where the hell did THAT come from?) ************************************************* When the only tool you have is a hammer, everything looks like a nail. Sent via Deja.com http://www.deja.com/ Before you buy. ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 08 Sep 2000 15:54:01 GMT From: sisterpuff@my-deja.com Subject: setlist from oberlin? hey all~ i was just wondering if anyone got the setlist from the oberlin show. i've been waiting for the setlist so i can write my review... seems that i have a bit of a memory problem and reading the setlists jog my memory of the stuff that happens during the concert. thanks! amy Sent via Deja.com http://www.deja.com/ Before you buy. ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 08 Sep 2000 16:01:34 GMT From: lightman@tmbg.IHATESPAME.org (Eric) Subject: Re: The mystery of the Typo or misheard lyric? In article , "Daancing Queen" wrote: >>According to the lyrics, it's "beaten his me", which makes sense. > >It does? Then please explain it to me... "None but the best 'cause the man cannot rest Till he's finally beaten his me" In other words, it is as if all of these external forces (i.e., "the man") are working to bring about the narrator's destruction, although for reasons unbeknownst to him. Or something like that. - --Eric ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 08 Sep 2000 10:40:08 -0500 From: Chad Maloney Subject: [Interp] Drinking Song (was Re: The mystery of the Typo or misheard lyric?) Daancing Queen wrote: > >According to the lyrics, it's "beaten his me", which makes sense. > > It does? Then please explain it to me... Ok! Will do. The Drinking Song interpretation. You don't have to agree. You don't have to do anything. Just read and enjoy or read and flame me. I don't care which one. Thanks. In the contents of this, when I to me and crap like that, that's the "me" sitting here typing. When I say me otherwise, it's the narrator of the song. And the band played on As the helicopters whirred Drunk on the lawn in a nuclear dawn My senses finely blurred The chorus is the only part of the song that is action. The whole song is a reflection upon the moment in time described by the chorus. That moment being the morning after death finally caught up with your friend. "And the band played on, as the helicopters whirred". Life continues as before during the catastrophe (kinda likened to Nero fiddling while Rome burned or those musicians on the Titanic I guess). "Drunk on the lawn in a nuclear daw, my senses finely blurred". And in all this, I'm passed out on the lawn still wasted. The war is being wage and won right next to me and I'm sitting here drunk. He was a rock. To the end, a solid reminder Couldn't deny a friend We lived in the noise and the sweet amber poison Peeking up the skirt of the end And we'd drink, two gnarly dudes and some records Much like plates of black food We filled up our faces, saw some far places Stood on the roof in the nude Some back story. To me, these are the thoughts going through my mind as I sit drunken on the lawn. Note all the past tense, i.e. dead friend. All the use of "we" means that they were even partners in this, making it unfair that one or the other had to die of it, but in the drunken stupor I don't think that idea has sunk in yet *Grin* "He was a rock. To the end, a solid reminder (that you) couldn't deny a friend." He was everything I even wanted in a friend. I had no qualms with him at all and I do anything for him. "We lived in the noise and the sweet amber poison, peeking up the skirt of the end." This was our life. We drank and flirted with death. That's what we did. "And we'd drink, two gnarly dudes and some records, much like plates of black food" We drank. We sit down with some tunes and we'd drink. The records were our food and the drink was our drink. "we filled up our faces, saw some far places, stood on the roof in the nude" We drank a lot, imagined ourselves far away, and ended up naked on the roof. Crazy shit, man. Between poles, he said "We're like cows in the grass" Brushing off flies Chaise lounging around, standing up, falling down Till we no longer opened our eyes Now we're getting to the point. This is the transition from story and memories to moral. In a fit of drunken clarity, he likened our lives of drinking to that of the cow in the field. Sitting around doing nothing but brushing off the little things that bother us, wandering to and fro, falling down and getting right back up again and continuing until we die. And we'd drink, ever notice how drinking's like war? Cup o' troops o'er the gums To the end of our health, a campaign 'gainst myself Armed with bourbons and scotches and rums But inspite of that stunning realization that our life is pretty meaningless, we'd drink some more. Drinking is like a war against yourself. It hurts you and there are fierce casualties (your job, your friends, your family) but you keep sending the troops in, day after day, but instead of napalming the trees you rot your body with liquor until your body can't take it any more. Think of bombs, we're poised on the edge of disaster Whether it's right or it's wrong We opened the window, played some Nintendo Sang a few bars of some pretty old song: Irene goodnight, Irene goodnight Goodnight Irene, goodnight Irene I'll see you in my dreams A bar full of alcohol is like a bomb. You sit there staring at it and it can do terrible things to you and your life. But no one ponders the higher meaning of it all. Is drinking to escape reality or get high the right thing to do? Who care? Instead, we just drink up and ignore the high and mighty moral issues and breath the night air, play some video games, and sing along with our records. Why that song? If you look at the lyrics to Goodnight Irene you'll see why. I included them at the bottom. Again, in my opinion, that whole song is just a metaphor. Irene symbolizes the bad things you just have to do, alcoholism or drug addiction or gambling or whatever. Oh to dream, those impotent bones of extinction Flying graceful and free None but the best 'cause the man cannot rest Till he's finally beaten his me This is the confusing stanza, but here's my best guess. Impotent bones of extinction is a person. We are powerless sacs of water and flesh and bones working towards our own extinction. And how we, as people. wish we could dream of flying graceful and free of both our impotence and our own tendency towards causing our own extinction. But only the best of people earn the right to dream. Only the best of people deal with everything and can finally settle down and rest and dream of power and life until they wake up the next day in their impotent bones of extinction only to start again. But only after you've beaten your me, only after you've worked your way through your problems and your suicidal tendencies and your self-destruction can you truly sit down and dream. Till the end, he passed out on the sundeck that morning Quietly saying goodbye But I was so hammered I sputtered and stammered Told him he couldn't just die Life continued for him until the end when the war caught up with him. His body gave out that morning and in his death was a goodbye to me, who was so much like him. But I didn't even realize at that time that his death could have been my death, that we were both riding the same path. I just couldn't understand him dying because I was still alive and I told him that. He couldn't be dead. He just couldn't. He was a rock, went straight for his own Armageddon Face froze in a grin Ambulance flyin' in, I never drank again Can't really call that a loss or a win And now literally he was a rock as rigor mortis set in. Never stopping once on the path from life to death, a smile still on his face. The helicopter flew in to get his body and that was his end. Me? I hope my end will be different. I stopped drinking. I don't know if it was an even trade, my best friend's life for mine, but it happened. - Chad Goodnight Irene - traditional, attributed to Huddie Ledbetter Irene goodnight, Irene goodnight Goodnight Irene, goodnight Irene I'll see you in my dreams Sometimes I live in the country Sometimes I live in town Sometimes I have a great notion To jump into the river and drown Irene goodnight, Irene goodnight Goodnight Irene, goodnight Irene I'll see you in my dreams Quit ramblin' and quit gamblin' Quit stayin' out late at night Stay home with your wife and family Sit down by the fireside bright Irene goodnight, Irene goodnight Goodnight Irene, goodnight Irene I'll see you in my dreams I asked your mother for you She told me you was too young I wished to God I'd never seen your face I's sorry you ever was born Irene goodnight, Irene goodnight Goodnight Irene, goodnight Irene I'll see you in my dreams I love Irene, God knows I do I'll love her till the seas run dry And if Irene turns her back on me I'd take morphine and die Irene goodnight, Irene goodnight Goodnight Irene, goodnight Irene I'll see you in my dreams You cause me to weep, you cause me to mourn You cause me to leave my home But the very last words I heard her say Was "Please sing me one more song" Irene goodnight, Irene goodnight Goodnight Irene, goodnight Irene I'll see you in my dreams ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 08 Sep 2000 01:45:31 GMT From: vika@attglobal.net (Vika Zafrin) Subject: Re: hiatus.... Spake bbwminors@aol.com (BBWMinors): >Why do I think that this response may set off a record-breaking thread????? What response? Please, please quote [only the relevant parts of] the messages you're responding to. That's especially helpful to those of us who don't always get the messages in the right order. - -v - -------- Vika Zafrin -------- vika@attglobal.net -------- http://www.brown.edu/Research/Decameron "What comes from within is trustworthy." -- M. ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 08 Sep 2000 18:49:45 GMT From: Ellen A Handbasket Subject: Re: [Interp] Drinking Song (was Re: The mystery of the Typo or misheard lyric?) In article <39B90858.A19472A3@Fruvous.com>, Chad Maloney wrote: (Ambulance flyin' in, I never drank again) Can't really call that a loss or a win which will evermore be a favorite and one of the most significant (to me) lines ever written by someone who doesn't know me from adam. just a comment. foosh. nice, chad. the only thing i really have to add is that in the line that says "the man cannot rest/till he's finally beaten his me, " i hear a tone of futility. what i mean by this is that to me, a man not being able to rest until he's "beaten his me" means that his is in a constant struggle with himself, that he is his own nemesis. that the two opposing sides of his mind (in this case, self-destruction and perhaps self-awareness? the good side and the dark side?) are constantly in competition with each other, and they'll never stop because there will always be those two opposing forces. he'll never rest. that battle can't be won as long as he's a thinking and feeling and wanting and needing creature. peace, ellen (but i guess we can assume that if nothing else, dead == at rest) ************************************************* When the only tool you have is a hammer, everything looks like a nail. 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