From: owner-fegmaniax-digest@smoe.org (fegmaniax-digest) To: fegmaniax-digest@smoe.org Subject: fegmaniax-digest V7 #124 Reply-To: fegmaniax@smoe.org Sender: owner-fegmaniax-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-fegmaniax-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk fegmaniax-digest Monday, March 30 1998 Volume 07 : Number 124 Today's Subjects: ----------------- mst3k [Bayard ] Re: fegmaniax-digest V7 #123 [dwdudic@erols.com (David W. Dudich)] Re: mst3k [tanter ] Re: Chicagoland [james.dignan@stonebow.otago.ac.nz (James Dignan)] Quail-Feg-Gathering Conversation Fodder (Rh factor 0) [Jon Fetter ] Re: Chicagoland [Eb ] Re: mst3k [nicastr@idt.net (Ben)] Re: Eh [normal@grove.ufl.edu] Re: fwd: What's a Linctus? [Stewart Russell 3295 Analyst_Programmer ] Re: Eh [lj lindhurst ] Re: Eh [Gary Assassin ] Re: Will the *real* Robyn followers please stand up? [M R Godwin ] produxion [Mark_Gloster@3com.com] Re: fwd: What's a Linctus? [M R Godwin ] Richard Davies/RH Production [TROYD1@westat.com (TROYD1)] Re: produxion [M R Godwin ] Re: fwd: What's a Linctus? [Stewart Russell 3295 Analyst_Programmer ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Sun, 29 Mar 1998 22:56:38 -0500 (EST) From: Bayard Subject: mst3k On Mon, 30 Mar 1998, James Dignan wrote: > anyone care to tell the antipodeans what mst3k means? it may mean something else of which i am unaware, but it definitely means _mystery science theater 3000_, a show in which two robots and one human watch bad science fiction movies and make fun of them. I've only seen it a few times, but it has its moments. One of them occurred when several cuts seemed not to make sense, resulting in pretzel logic. "Hmm, very Hitchcockian," commented one of the characters. "Yeah.. Robyn Hitchcock," quipped another. nice weather we're having. =b ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 30 Mar 1998 04:01:11 GMT From: dwdudic@erols.com (David W. Dudich) Subject: Re: fegmaniax-digest V7 #123 On Sun, 29 Mar 1998 22:41:13 -0500 (EST), you wrote: >4. It's "Under THE RED Sky," not "Under a Blood Red Sky." The latter was a >totally different album, recorded by a bunch of Christ-complexed Irishmen >whom Quail likes. ;) My apologies, you are right...I have that live album too...:-) -luther ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 29 Mar 1998 23:11:27 -0500 From: tanter Subject: Re: mst3k At 10:56 PM 3/29/98 -0500, you wrote: I've only seen it >a few times, but it has its moments. One of them occurred when several >cuts seemed not to make sense, resulting in pretzel logic. I love this show. They are sooo funny--it's more corny when they're not watching the film but the comments about the movies are hysterical. I'm usually pretty hard to please comically (I hate Chris Farley/Adam Sandler; I love _Frasier_, for example) and I laugh preeeety darn hard at mst3k. Marcy ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 30 Mar 1998 16:19:17 +1200 (NZST) From: james.dignan@stonebow.otago.ac.nz (James Dignan) Subject: Re: Chicagoland >There's a similar made-up-word in Chicago that applies to Chicago and the >suburbs, "Chicagoland". Genius, that. Who makes these things up? How do >I get this sort of job? forget that - who makes up the names for shades of paint? >For my money, Marty Wilson-Piper of The Church is a fabulous 12-string >player. So is Peter Koppes, also of The Church. > >And then, let's not fergit Roger McGuinn... add to this great list the odd songs by Bob Mould (If I can't change your mind) and George Harrison (If I needed someone) - both directly influenced by the man himself, Mr McGuinn - and you've got the start of a great little 12-string list... obNZ music comment :) - add Chris Knox's name to the true followers of Robyn. Oh, and Froom produced Dave Dobbyn's best album, "Lament for the numb". Then again, part of the great sound of that album was the session musicians, Pete and Bruce Thomas... Linctus is cough syrup. My mum still refers to cough liquid as linctus. >PS: And I swear that I will remove *all* my Cthulhu statues from the >living room, just to be safe. . . . I thought the statues were in your bathroom... np- Wasn't born to follow (Byrds). Loud. In headphones. The guitar break makes your eyeballs roll in different directions simultaneously. James (I will spell it with a K in future. I will spell it with...) James Dignan___________________________________ You talk to me Deptmt of Psychology, Otago University As if from a distance ya zhivu v' 50 Norfolk Street And I reply. . . . . . . . . . Dunedin, New Zealand with impressions chosen from another time steam megaphone (03) 455-7807 (Brian Eno - "By this River") ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 30 Mar 1998 12:21:38 +0800 From: Jon Fetter Subject: Quail-Feg-Gathering Conversation Fodder (Rh factor 0) Those of you who will be attending the Quail's Party in May (among whom, I, alas, will not number, being twelve time zones away from the east coast and in a country totally devoid of wombats or teleport nodes), imagine that you are at the party and it's late. A lull has fallen on the conversation, broken only by the sound of lj smashing every bottle in the house and the dry comments that float down the stairs from the Eb-o-matic in the attic. Your blood-shot eyes rove around the room for a new topic. They glance across the large tapioca-quail squatting like Bal on the dining room table which everyone had feared to eat, the sad-eyed velvet quail paintings in the living room, the quail sundial in the front lawn visible through the window, and you end up staring at the quail-shrine in the kitchen alcove. There are 32 quail figurines of different shapes, sizes, and countries of origin, and before the shrine is an ancient Roman mosaic of Bacchus and quails (you hope the stains are ketchup). You've been avoiding it all night, but now you're drunk, damn the tarpaulins, you take a last swig of centipede liquor, grimace, spit out a segment, and broach the quail subject. But what do you really know about quails? Well, recently I had the pleasure of reading a truly enlightening book, and I can't recommend it enough if you want to learn more about quails: "Darwin's Quails." (Addison-Wesley, 1986, 349 pp.). Anyone worth knowing certainly knows about Darwin's Finches, whose diverse adaptations to diverse situations in the Galapagos Islands gave Darwin the backbone for his growing theory of Natural Selection. For unknown reasons (perhaps severe Fear-of-Being-Laughed-At), he failed to mention the various and many species of quails living there, all showing the same degree of adaptation to diverse environments. Sadly, most have gone extinct by the present date. The book brings to light unpublished sections from his personal diary while aboard the HMS Beagle. An excerpt: "April 9, Albemarle Island: The quails of this island are very friendly and tame, as they have had no experience with mankind. I spent the day allowing the gentle creatures to approach me close enough so that I could grab and throttle them for our larder. "Seaman Barclay was flogged today for blasphemy and drunkeness. "April 25, Indefatigable Island: The quails (Supermoronicus anaosseus) here are certainly of a degenerative form, and the men and I had to restrain ourselves from putting the dreadful creatures out of their collective miseries. They appear to totally lack a skeleton except for two hardened 'horns' attatched to the 'head' which they use to drag the boneless body along in their search for old snails in their death-throes that have turned upside-down. They were capable of vocalization, but the point of it was not clear to me except maybe to express their extreme misery and disgust at the trick fate has played on them. "I have heard of a similar subspecies among the great mooses of Canada. What kind of selective pressures would result in such a mess? Or is it a massive mutation? Regardless, I fear 'S. anaosseus' is not long for this world. I thought at first they could be raised commercially as a source of boneless meat, but they will only eat the old up-side down snails, which would make raising them too work-intensive. "Seaman Barclay was flogged today because he asked to be. "May 5, Chatham Island: Today I had the pleasure of watching the feeding behavior of "Moronicus aquaticus," the only marine quail species in the world. The men from the ship entertained themselves by chumming for sharks near the quails' feeding grounds, leading to the inevitable feeding frenzy amid the reluctant quails. "Seaman Barclay was flogged today for drunkeness and denying the existence of zero. "May 19, Bindloe Island: No quails living on this island, only snails with noticeably thickened shells. Some digging around brought to light some quail fossils of a new species, "Macromoronicus sp." and some snail fossils. I have reconstructed the fossil record and found that strangely enough, the quails' beaks got smaller as the thickness of the snail shells increased. The fractured skulls of the latest quail fossils (which lacked a beak entirely) indicate that "Macromoronicus" went extinct due to bashing its brains out on increasingly harder snails. I find the evidence from this island very disturbing. According to Natural Selection, quail beaks should have gotten bigger and heavier. Cursed quails! I now have to create a special case called "Anti-Co-Evolution" to explain it. Maybe if I just toss the samples overboard... "Seaman Barclay was flogged today for drunkeness again. "May 29, Abingdon Island: Horrors of horrors. We sent a crew of five to shore to get water, and when five hours had passed and no one could be seen on the beach, we assumed the worst and sent an armed crew ashore. For some reason I was allowed to go along, even though it was quite likely we would be facing pirates. "No pirates, and no sign of the sailors, but plenty of large, dark quails (if they could be called quails) living in small huts in a settlement!!! That animals such as quails should be constructing shelters and living socially is amazing enough, but they also had developed language, social castes, and religion!!! The evolutionary ramifications were mind-blowing! "Living among these quails was an old Spaniard who said that he had been cast adrift as a young man and had landed here, where the "Dipwuns" (as the quails called themselves) hailed him as a god, offering him only the best raw pulverized snails, which he had to eat in order not to offend, as he was in constant fear for his life that he would be revealed as mortal. "He had learned their language, and said that the chief quail desired to meet us in the temple, to which we were led. There we found our shipmates, bound to a stone pillar on which perched a terrible stone statuette of a hideous bat-winged quail. Around them swirled an ullulating horde of Dipwuns, from which the occasional twittering wurble of 'Ian, Ian Holm' and 'Ia, Ia Th'grateqale' could be heard. Needless to say we opened fire immediately. " We were victorious, losing only the Spaniard, and in our righteous disgust we set fire to the village and temple so that all evidence of this ghastly race would be erased. We were all sworn to secrecy, and I will probably have to destroy these pages. I hope to perhaps write a fiction about the poor Spaniard someday, and title it 'The Man Who Would be Quail.' "Seaman Barclay was flogged again for drinking the preservative alcohol from some of my specimen jars. He must have been desperate, as they were my stink bug collection. "June 3--While spelunking in a smallish cave on Abingdon Island, one of the crewmen assisting me, Seaman Parsley, stumbled into a large hole in the cave floor. The other men with me approached the lip of the hole, when Parsley broke out into cries of terror and screams that he was not alone in the hole. Our torch light revealed what had startled Parsley: A four-foot tall, shapeless monstrosity, whose numerous pink, blind eyes and featherless, cadaverous white skin caused Seaman Basil to scream "My God, I'm going to be sick!" Yes, it was the Blind Cave Quail, Monomoronicus tenebrius, the only one known in the world, inhabiting a 12 foot deep hole 8 feet long by 4 feet wide, from which it could not nor did not want to escape, as the hole was loaded with millions of large snails. "What was most startling was that this was not an individual organism, but a colony of quails (a Macrocovey) fused together leaving only the heads protuding from a central body which probably contained a central gut and shared(?) sex organs. Locomotion was without legs or wings, but by a pseudopod (not unlike a snails'--how ironic). What had kept it from crawling out of the hole were the overhanging lips of the rim. How many centuries, nay millenia, had this creature crawled back and forth in this dark hole, hitting the wall, turning around, hitting the opposite wall, turning around, never changing course as the dark years spun by? How long would it continue till the overhang collapsed and ended its' existence or provided an escape, or until the snails learned how to get out of the way? "With a short rope we retrieved the mucus-covered Parsley. "As part of the Sunday service, Seaman Barclay was flogged today while carrying a large wooden cross and wearing a crown of thorns. "June 10th--Victory Island: While collecting tree snails I sent Seaman Barclay inland to collect some upland specimens. As he did not return at the agreed time, I went in search of him, and failing to find him, informed the other men, and together we combed the small island for Barclay. In total failure we returned to the boat to inform the captain that more searchers were required for the morrow. The bosun, responsible for the meting out of floggings, broke out loudly into sobs. "June 11th--With almost the entire crew searching, we again failed to turn up any sign of Barclay or any clue to his disappearance. When the Captain uttered his suspicion that the "damn fool was probably swept out to sea" the bosun started bawling again and the Captain ordered him flogged. "June 12th--Giving up Barclay for dead, we prepared to set sail for the next island when the lookout reported that he saw a figure on the shore. A boat was dispatched, and Barclay was recovered unscathed for the moment except for some strange scratches about his neck, not unlike those of a hung man. The captain pronouced him derelict of duty and subject to 20 lashes, at which point the bosun fainted with a sick smile on his lips. "June 15th--Certainly the strangest thing has occurred today. Seaman Barclay, in good health though raw of back, was eating lunch with the other men on the deck when he was taken by a fit of intense vomiting. The surgeon, attempting to assist him, tore open Barclay's shirt. To our collective horror and with a spurt of blood, a spine-like FEATHER pierced its way through his ribcage, followed by the bloody head of what was unmistakeably a QUAIL, albeit featherless (except for that fearsome apical Hmuh) and bearing three large sets of beaks set within each other. It seemed to glare at us, then giving out a piercing "tweet" it extracted itself from the now-deceased Barclay and bolted for the hatch below-decks. "Bosun Allspice saved the ship when he, although still in shock and mixed rage, lashed out with the cat o'nine tails, which tripped up the little monstrosity and allowed an alert crewman to cast a net over it. It possessed incredible strength and was soon making short work of the net. I stepped over and with a pole cast it overboard. It sank out of sight, and I hope it can not swim. "The Captain told me later that Victory Island would be declared a no-man's zone when he made his report to the Admiralty. However I overheard him later that night telling the First Mate his plans to suggest that a ship be sent on our return to "rescue a lost crewman" and to "retrieve some specimens that would prove useful to national defense." "Seaman Barclay was flogged for endangering the ship by bringing aboard contraband animals, then buried at sea. "June 30th--Tower Island: What I at first mistook for bowling pins studding a rock among the surf and reefs on closer examination revealed the existence of the only sedentary quails known to man, and the second marine and colonial species I had seen among these islands. I named them Polymoronicus subaquaticus. "They had managed to fill a niche normally filled by the corals, and subsisted on sea snails collected by the long, purple tentacles (actually modified feathers) of the feeding bodies. Other bodies were differentiated to serve the purposes of reproduction, anchoring, and defense. As they still required oxygen while submerged, there were three large ballon-like bodies that were busy inflating themselves during the low tide. In case of prolonged submersion during a storm, each body had a long hollow hmuh which could act as a snorkel. "How could a vertebrate come to inhabit such a fringe habitat? I can only surmise that this species' ancestors failed utterly to succeed at occupying any niche on the island due to better performance of other species, and it was finally "pushed" off of the island. "Seaman Barclay was flogged today in effigy." Share and enjoy, Jon - ------------------------------------------------------------------- There should be a signature here. ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 30 Mar 98 00:26:11 -0500 From: The Great Quail Subject: Fegmonomicon Update Hi! A few people have been emailing me privately, asking for a status report on the Feg Info Pages that I proposed a month or so ago, so I thought I'd just post a wee update. This will also prove that I can actually post something (a) serious and (b) vaguely Robyn related. (Really, you guys should have kicked me off this List long ago. I'm starting to believe that my mommy pays you all to talk to me.) Well, Bayard and I are now well into the official creation of the Fegmonomicon part of his amazing RobynBase Project. When completed, you will be able to actually go to the site and enter the data all yourself, which will give you the ability to update your personal pages. Also, there is a recently UPDATED version of what the final page will look like, so if you want to peek, fling your browser at: www.rpg.net/quail/fegmania/sample.html The questions on there should be pretty stable, and have been updated to include your submissions and some old questions from an earlier version of this project. . . . As far as security, we figure a front splash page that asks for a universal Feg-known password, then a main screen that you bookmark to circumvent the password screen in the future. I know this isn't Fort Knox level security, but it shouldn't be a big deal, because who really cares about us except for cone-sellers and squid pornographers, and historically they're not that bright anyway. A bigger issue is individual passwords for your own pages -- in order to change the data on your personal page, you need to type in your unique password. (So for instance, LJ can't get into Eb's page and change his favorite movie to "Sleepless in Seattle.") Ooh -- Here's a thought to inspire terror: Imagine Mark Gloster with a few beers and everyone's password! So anyway, that's how it's going so far. If there are any questions, direct them to that weird new guy out in Taiwan. He seems to have a lot of time on his hands. . . . Heh heh. . . - --Quail PS: Yes, James, I will also remove all the Cthulhu statues from my bathroom, too. I would have gotten away with it if weren't for you! Curse you meddling New Zealanders! PPS: Oh, yes, Jon in Taiwan: the stains are decidedly *not* ketchup. You would do well to remember that. . . . . - ---------------------------------+-------------------------------- The Great Quail, K.S.C. | Literature Site - The Libyrinth: TheQuail@cthulhu.microserve.com | www.rpg.net/quail/libyrinth www.rpg.net/quail | Vampire Site - New York by Night: riverrun Discordian Society | www.rpg.net/quail/NYBN 73 De Chirico Street | Arkham, Orbis Tertius 2112-42 | ** What is FEGMANIA? ** "The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents." -- H.P. Lovecraft ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 29 Mar 1998 22:18:12 -0700 From: Eb Subject: Re: Chicagoland >obNZ music comment :) - add Chris Knox's name to the true followers of >Robyn. Isn't Knox more of a PEER than a follower? Boy, Portishead was GREAT last night...definitely see them live if you have a chance. I liked the concert much more than either album, actually. Oh, and regarding Polara: Yeah, the new album is absolutely horrible. Sounds like they were just grudgingly fulfilling a contractual obligation, and threw the label a short batch of demos. Arrgh. Eb ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 30 Mar 1998 01:31:25 -0500 From: nicastr@idt.net (Ben) Subject: Re: mst3k >At 10:56 PM 3/29/98 -0500, you wrote: >I've only seen it >>a few times, but it has its moments. One of them occurred when several >>cuts seemed not to make sense, resulting in pretzel logic. > >I love this show. They are sooo funny--it's more corny when they're not >watching the film but the comments about the movies are hysterical. I'm >usually pretty hard to please comically (I hate Chris Farley/Adam Sandler; >I love _Frasier_, for example) and I laugh preeeety darn hard at mst3k. > >Marcy Yeah, it's one of the few funny shows on TV. I never saw the one where they mention Robyn Hitchcock though, what was the movie? yours truly, King of Space ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 30 Mar 1998 02:08:18 -0500 (EST) From: normal@grove.ufl.edu Subject: Re: Eh > >my guess is that the A-439 goes to Leatherhead, but the A-441 goes to > >Swindon. Actually, come to think of it, they must be somewhere in the > >Oxford area. Any Britfegs care to confirm where ther are? > > A439, Evesham to Warwick via Stratford-on-Avon (you've got to be kidding!); > A441, Evesham-Redditch. Mornington Crescent! Terrence Marks normal@grove.ufl.edu ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 30 Mar 1998 08:50:19 +0100 From: Stewart Russell 3295 Analyst_Programmer Subject: Re: fwd: What's a Linctus? >>>>> "Rich" == Rich Plumb writes: Rich> Linctus is a latin word from the the root lingo and it means Rich> to lick. Rich> I don't think this is the meaning Robyn intended. *sigh* linctus n., a syrupy medicinal preparation, taken to relieve coughs or sore throats. It's from the Latin, in the sense of medicine to be licked with the tongue. C17th, if this Collins English Dictionary is to be believed. (Which it is, okay?) - -- Stewart C. Russell Analyst Programmer, Dictionary Division stewart@ref.collins.co.uk HarperCollins Publishers use Disclaimer; my $opinion; Glasgow, Scotland ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 30 Mar 1998 07:57:47 -0500 From: nicastr@idt.net (Ben) Subject: Re: Portishead >Boy, Portishead was GREAT last night...definitely see them live if you have >a chance. I liked the concert much more than either album, actually. > > >Eb What kind of band setup do they use live? All synths and drum machines or something else? ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 29 Mar 1998 14:24:02 -0600 From: Joel Mullins Subject: the grays hey fellow fegs, for all of you who are jon brion or jason falkner fans, i found a few copies of the grays album today. if you do not have this and desire it, please let me know. =joel ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 30 Mar 1998 08:28:45 -0500 (EST) From: lj lindhurst Subject: Re: Eh >anyone care to tell the antipodeans what mst3k means? > anyone care to tell me what antipodeans means? aren't those the guys who sing that "Party of Five" song? god, I should just buy a fucking DICTIONARY! lj ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 30 Mar 1998 08:46:45 -0500 (EST) From: Gary Assassin Subject: Re: Eh Antipodean: Persons dwelling at opposite points on the globe (of frogs). ------------------------------------ If you have a condom and sunscreen SPF 15 or greater, than it's safe to look at http://www.panix.com/~gsa/index.html On Mon, 30 Mar 1998, lj lindhurst wrote: > > >anyone care to tell the antipodeans what mst3k means? > > > anyone care to tell me what antipodeans means? aren't those the guys who > sing that "Party of Five" song? > > god, I should just buy a fucking DICTIONARY! > lj > > ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 30 Mar 1998 14:52:24 +0100 (BST) From: M R Godwin Subject: Re: Will the *real* Robyn followers please stand up? On Thu, 26 Mar 1998 Mark_Gloster@3com.com wrote: > I also like Syd Barret most when he's > ripping off Robyn- I've always wanted to say that.;-) Have you read 'Small World' by David Lodge, where the hero is writing a PhD concerning T S Eliot's influence on Shakespeare? - - Mike Godwin ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 30 Mar 1998 14:56:59 +0100 (BST) From: M R Godwin Subject: Re: perspex review On Thu, 26 Mar 1998, Bayard wrote: > ps. they spelled the name of the artists as "Robyn Hitchcock and the > Eqyptians." I've seen 'Eygptians' more than once. > pps. British or canadian fegs: do you-all use "can not"? Seems wrong to > me. No. It's always 'cannot' or (less formally) ' can't '. And we don't use 'you-all' either, because 'you' is already plural! (though the singular, 'thou', has fallen into disuse). - - Mike G. ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 30 Mar 1998 05:50:48 -0800 From: Mark_Gloster@3com.com Subject: produxion Hi. I linctus a house and got stucco on my tongue. It didn't help my sore throat. My top three RH picks for production: 1. Respect, One of the best-produced discs of all time, I'd say. 2. Moss Elyxir, not far behind 3. Queen Elvis, different, warm Perspex Island didn't make my top 3, since it was just a bit mushy in the lower mids. Some of this problem is in engineering. It was produced/arranged to hurt its definition, this impeded Robyn's ability to communicate the songs from that disc. Contrast this with Respect, which has very tight body and warmth at the same time. I've left off Eye, IODOT because they really weren't produced at all (which is a production value, I know, but it's hard to grade something that isn't really there.) Also I've left off EOL and BSDR because they strike me as having inconsistent production. The multiple faces of froovy gekay don't make it for me because they are both too and poorly produced. Globe of Frogs and Fegmania aren't up there because I didn't list a top five. Just a whole string of opinions with which you may electronically paper your virtual parakeet's cage. - -Markg ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 30 Mar 1998 15:06:48 +0100 (BST) From: M R Godwin Subject: Re: fwd: What's a Linctus? On Mon, 30 Mar 1998, Stewart Russell 3295 Analyst_Programmer wrote: > linctus n., > a syrupy medicinal preparation, taken to relieve coughs or > sore throats. > > It's from the Latin, in the sense of medicine to be licked with the > tongue. C17th, if this Collins English Dictionary is to be > believed. (Which it is, okay?) The term 'cough linctus' was in common use in my yoof, but I think it has now been replaced by 'cough syrup'. It was much sought after by aficionados because it often contained a shot of morphine. Collis Brown's and Demerel were popular brands... - - Mike Godwin ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 30 Mar 1998 09:12:43 -0500 From: TROYD1@westat.com (TROYD1) Subject: Richard Davies/RH Production > P.S. Anyone got the new Richard Davies? I hear it is excellent but I'd like > seeing some feg reviews before I go plonk down my dollars :). Yes, I've had it for a while now, and I think it's fantastic. His sound has become much warmer since the _Untune the Sky_ days. I think on _Telegraph_, we find Mr. Davies getting in touch with his inner Neil Young, though not so much lyrically. The tunes are more memorable than on _There's Never Been a Crowd Like This_, IMO. Well worth your plonking, Susan. If we're voting for best produced RH albums, I think I'd have to choose _Fegmania_ and _I Often Dream of Trains_. Somehow, it justs seems that the production fits the songs very well. Dan ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 30 Mar 1998 15:40:12 +0100 (BST) From: M R Godwin Subject: Re: produxion On Mon, 30 Mar 1998 Mark_Gloster@3com.com wrote: > My top three RH picks for production: > 1. Respect, One of the best-produced discs of all time, I'd say. > 2. Moss Elyxir, not far behind > 3. Queen Elvis, different, warm What, no 'Element of Light'? ME isn't produced at all - it's a scrapbook of different productions cobbled together. I'm with you on Respect, though (provided you kill it before 'Wafflehead', of course). - - Mike Godwin ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 30 Mar 1998 15:36:48 +0100 From: Stewart Russell 3295 Analyst_Programmer Subject: Re: fwd: What's a Linctus? >>>>> "M" == M R Godwin writes: M> Collis Brown's and Demerel were popular brands... The local delicacy amongst discerning Southside youths was Benyllin (sp?) mixed with Carlsberg Special Brew . Very difficult to drink cos it kept fizzing up, I'm told... ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 30 Mar 1998 15:47:16 +0100 (BST) From: M R Godwin Subject: Re: fwd: What's a Linctus? > The local delicacy amongst discerning Southside youths was Benyllin > (sp?) mixed with Carlsberg Special Brew . Very difficult to > drink cos it kept fizzing up, I'm told... Nervous! I think we are developing a theory on those 'drowsy' references in 'Linctus House', n'est-ce pas? - - Mike PS Don't touch the 'non-drowsy' version of Benylin - makes as much sense as decaffeinated(sp?) coffee or low-alcohol beer... ------------------------------ End of fegmaniax-digest V7 #124 *******************************