From: owner-fegmaniax-digest@smoe.org (fegmaniax-digest) To: fegmaniax-digest@smoe.org Subject: fegmaniax-digest V7 #230 Reply-To: fegmaniax@smoe.org Sender: owner-fegmaniax-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-fegmaniax-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk fegmaniax-digest Sunday, June 21 1998 Volume 07 : Number 230 Today's Subjects: ----------------- it's hard to be a saint in the city [nicastr@idt.net (Ben)] Re: life's rich pageant ["Glen Uber" ] Re: life's rich pageant [hal brandt ] spammy mail from butch! [Lobsterman ] Largo Set List ["kototh" ] folk [dwdudic@erols.com (David W. Dudich)] Re: nmh at Black Cat, correction [Christopher Gross ] Re: life's rich pageant [Eb ] Re: it's hard to be a saint in the city [Tom Clark ] Re: a number of remarkably well-organized remarks [amadain ] ...And DON'T TELL ME TO CHEER UP!!! [West ] Re: ...And DON'T TELL ME TO CHEER UP!!! [Sean Hennessey ] Re: more on that news tid-bit... [JH3 ] robyn body language [Karen Reichstein ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Sat, 20 Jun 1998 11:48:19 -0500 From: nicastr@idt.net (Ben) Subject: it's hard to be a saint in the city So, last night I went up to Mendocino to catch an appearance by my old buddy David Bowie, who is on the road promoting his new tribute album to himself (personally, I've never heard of the guy). The album is quite dull in places, most songs containing only 5 or 6 chords to be counted, pretty boring stuff. 2 and 1/2 stars. But the show cooked. It's unfortunate that the thin white dude can't get it up in the studio. Oh well. Any ways, as I'm coming out of the club there's this drunk guy screaming obscenities at the bouncer, who's repeatedly knocking him over the head with his own severed leg. I notice that the drunk is in fact an old friend of mine, Charlie Sheen (we spent some time in rehab together). So I offer Charlie a ride back to Hollywood, where I keep another house for emergencies such as this. Well, on the way there Charlie tells me he's doing a new picture with a prime-time-teen-starlet-who-shall-remain-nameless. OK, it's Sabrina the Teenage Witch. Funny thing is, I used to date her back when I had a bit part on Clarissa Knows It All. So, Charlie suggests we stop by her place and see if she wants to hang out. Sounds good to me. But, it just so happens that when we get there, a huge party has already started. Since all the attendees are superstars in the film/music world, I know pretty much everyone there. The only surprising thing is that none other than Robyn Hitchcock has been given the job of running the bar! Of course, Robyn instantly recognizes me and asks me to autograph his CD. "Sorry Robyn", I say, "but your albums no longer excite me". "Yeah I know". "How about I give you a few pointers on the guitar, so that maybe your next release won't be so ridiculously folksy?" "Gee, really? I'd be honoured!" So, we sit down and I begin showing him some clever chord voicings on the guitar, when all of the sudden Robyn starts to flop his body around like a nervous child. I give him a swift right hook to his face. "Geezus, man, what do you think you're doing?!?!?!" "I'm sorry," says Robyn, in a flat, ironic tone. "Robyn," I say, "you're not going to get anywhere in this business with stage moves like that. I'm going to be forced give you a rather poor writeup." Robyn's head then explodes, covering the party in a thin, jelly-like coating. I decide that's been just about enough for me, when a leggy-supermodel-who-shall-remain-nameless asks me if I want to go back to her place. "Well... I GUESS so, Elle...." Just as we are about to walk out the door, the members of Neutral Milk Hotel offer me a hit off the bong they are sharing. So, being artists I approve of, I agree. Well, next thing I know I'm being transported to another world of psychedelic colors, where an aimless jam is reverberating around my head. I shout at the top of my lungs "PLAY SOME GOD DAMN ROCK 'N' ROLL YOU FUCKING HIPPIES!!!!" All I hear is wicked laughter as the music switches over to some tuneless, lifeless Chuck Berry cover. "Oh puhleeez...", I say, "you are making me sick." To combat this I begin chanting my mantra. "Mountains come out of the sky and they stand there" "Mountains come out of the sky and they stand there" "Mountains come out of the sky and they stand there" "Mountains come out of ....." I wake up in my bed. Next to me are the mummified remains of Kurt Loder. I don't know *how* I got back home, but I rarely do, so why worry? I hop out of bed and open up my Fegmaniax e-mail. Same old pointless drivel. I've got to find a mailing list with more enlightened members. I mean, I *try* to show them the way but they just don't get it. I guess some people just want to remain ignorant. Oh well. I'm going back to bed. Zzzzz... "Kurt, stop snoring!" "Sorry..." ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 20 Jun 1998 08:57:25 -0700 From: "Glen Uber" Subject: Re: life's rich pageant Eb dixit: > some new groovy, raga-esque song which was REALLY good...it's > probably called "Being Just Contaminates the Void" That's probably "Antwoman": "Well I dream of Antwoman with her Audrey Hepburn feelers..." - -g- - ----------==========**********O**********==========--------- Glen Uber Email: uberg@sonic.net ICQ UIN: 13311304 Web: http://www.sonic.net/~uberg "Without deviation from the norm, progress is not possible." --Frank Zappa - ----------==========**********O**********==========--------- ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 20 Jun 1998 10:15:22 -0600 From: hal brandt Subject: Re: life's rich pageant Eb trolled: > I was tempted to go to the > Hollywood show too, mostly because a friend of mine is buddies with a > certain budding primetime teen idol and was taking her to the Muffs > concert, and I thought it'd be fun to hang out with them. I had ruled this > out (jeez Eb, don't be such a starfucker) Not to mention...don't be a third wheel! And, your stealthy "name dropping without actually mentioning a name" is funny. Does your friend know that you are this starstruck? If he does, I'll bet he and his date have a big laugh about it. > some new groovy, raga-esque song which was REALLY good...it's probably > called "Being Just Contaminates the Void" "I Dream Of Antwoman". You subscribe to too many lists and newgroups to keep track of these things, I know... > We kinda snooked ourselfs into > the show, just in time to catch Robyn's late-night set (another loose, > cover-song-based ramble). So, you scammed in without paying and still give the show a "thumbs down". That's gratitude! > > My lukewarm appreciation for Robyn as a song interpreter is > well-established, so you won't be surprised that I wasn't all that excited. > "Rain" and "Being..." were quite good, the others, not so much. It's just > something about the flat ironic tone of his voice, and the way he flops his > body around like a nervous child while singing. He just doesn't get inside > the songs, when he hasn't written them. But maybe I'm being too harsh, > judging a semi-spontaneous show by strict performance criteria. Or maybe > not -- who knows? Something about your ego-driven "hipper than thou" stance as you chronicle every detail of your pop-culturally overloaded life bugs the hell out of me, but maybe I'm being too harsh (after all, you live in California, ferchrissakes) or maybe not--who knows? > > Jon Brion (who is one TALENTED > mofo, damn it) > I am > moving on from superfluous Neutral Milk Hotel mentions to Rufus ones. > PS I could have smoked weeeeed with Brion and a couple of other folks Don't be such a starfucker. /hal ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 20 Jun 1998 09:42:21 -0700 (PDT) From: Lobsterman Subject: spammy mail from butch! ohhhh man, you all fell for that one. you know that post that was supposedly from eb??? the one that rubbed many the wrong way with its near-mentions of hollywood stars, and potential bonghits with hot young players of today? well, it was my ole pal Butch again!! he stayed on this list long enough to get a handle on things, at least enough to have a little fun. come on now, think about it!!! the real eb would not pull some shit like panning a robyn concert (even though he loves robyn's covers), or name dropping, or even making us jealous by letting us know how easy it would have been to have smoked a big fat doobie with ex-Gray Jon Brion! search your hearts, you know this to be true. jbj - -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Lobsterman + (John B. Jones) + lobstie@e-znet world wide web- http://web.syr.edu/~jojones house of figgy (24-7)- http://web.syr.edu/~jojones/hitchcock.html I'm on a reigning twilight coast.... - -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 20 Jun 1998 09:46:58 -0700 From: "kototh" Subject: Largo Set List Another Weird Night at the Largo on Friday 6/19/98 Here is the set list. Songs in "Quotes" are ones I am not sure of the title. 1st Set> The Leopard "You’ve got a Sweet Mouth" 1974 Silver Dagger Victorian Squid Enter: Jon Brion from here to the End of the Set: Cirrus Minor "I Though I Heard NASA Clapping" I Thought I Saw Nick Drake "I’ve got Nothing but Time for You" Beautiful Girl 2nd Set> Grant Lee Philips, Jon Brion, and some Drummer Dude: Addicted to Love Roadhouse Blues I Got a Felling Rain Ant Woman (Special Extended Version) Jail House Rock Soul Kitchen "What Goes On" "Gonna Build a Bonfire" "Bizarre Instrumental" There you have it...can't wait to see what happens tonight. Greg kototh@flash.net ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 20 Jun 1998 16:54:42 GMT From: dwdudic@erols.com (David W. Dudich) Subject: folk >With regard to World Music in general, it seems to me that while Robyn >has been willing to play with interesting new instruments that come >along, neither he nor his band have looked to other cultures for inspiration >and influences. They seem to be solidly rooted in Anglo-American >progressive pop 1966-1975. I've always wondered what would happen if RH started listening to soukous and zouk music...but what would it sound like? Would it change his lyrics? Since he is mostly touring acoustic now, anyway, his songs are gonna lean towards "folkyness" (whatever that means)> Addicted to Love the robert palmer song? (at least it ain t CARL palmer! :-) Roadhouse Blues I've Got a Feeling Rain some new groovy, raga-esque song which was REALLY good...it's probably called "Being Just Contaminates the Void" This is "I dream of Antwoman". As for the Soft Boys reissues, Rhino records, anyone? -luther ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 20 Jun 1998 13:23:49 -0400 (EDT) From: Christopher Gross Subject: Re: nmh at Black Cat, correction On Fri, 19 Jun 1998, Bayard wrote: > On Thu, 18 Jun 1998, Scary Mary wrote: > > > Hello everyone - > > > > I just picked up this week's City Paper and it looks > > like the nmh show is now Wed., July 22nd, not July 18th > > so who else is going to this besides mary, clean gene, the big raw goon > and myself? I'll go! And this time, my presence shouldn't even interfere with anyone's air conditioning. > maybe we should have a gathering beforehand (though mary will > be hanging with people from her work and might not want to be seen with > the cult! ;) Well, who would? - --Chris (still lightly bruised from the Tibetan Freedom Concert) np: why, it's NMH, In the Aeroplane Over the Sea, of course ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 20 Jun 1998 10:47:53 +0000 From: Eleanore Adams Subject: Re: top 100 movies tanter wrote: > At 02:45 PM 6/19/1998 +1200, James Dignan wrote: > >>>Hate to tell ya, but not much other than Hollywood made the cut. > >> > >>Uh, that's because it's a list of the top 100 American movies...... > > > >Then how did Lawrence of Arabia make the top 10? > > It must have been made with American money or by an American company...? Lawrence of Arabia came out of the Columbia Motion Picture Company, which is a Hollywood - American company, which made it an American release with US funds. eleanore ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 20 Jun 1998 15:02:04 -0700 From: Eb Subject: Re: life's rich pageant Indignant Deadhead clawed: >Not to mention...don't be a third wheel! And, your stealthy "name >dropping without actually mentioning a name" is funny. >Does your friend know that you are this starstruck? Oh sure, he does. We laughed about it. And if you knew the folks whom HE gets "starstruck" over...whew! He is KING starfucker. And please -- he didn't have a DATE with her. It was just a show-buddy thing. Perfectly innocent, and perfectly social. And you know, concepts of "third wheel" become kinda irrelevant when you're packed into a room, standing crammed against 300 other people. You know, I thought if I DIDN'T mention her name, I could avoid name-dropping accusations from the various Eb-gunning weenies. Oh well. >> some new groovy, raga-esque song which was REALLY good...it's probably >> called "Being Just Contaminates the Void" > >"I Dream Of Antwoman". You subscribe to too many lists >and newgroups to keep track of these things, I know... Zzzzz. Eb the heretic, being unable to identify an unreleased Robyn song. Oh dear, oh dear. If only I was interested in two or three bands and no others, I might have such minutia catalogued and alphabetized. >> Jon Brion (who is one TALENTED >> mofo, damn it) >> I am >> moving on from superfluous Neutral Milk Hotel mentions to Rufus ones. >> PS I could have smoked weeeeed with Brion and a couple of other folks > >Don't be such a starfucker. Petty, petty, petty. I am sorry that my praise of Brion's talents offended you. And how does praising Rufus Wainwright (or even mentioning his name?) equal "starfucking"? You know, I could have post something far MORE "starfucker"-esque regarding Rufus Wainwright (unrelated to last night's festivities), but I chose not to do so. Danielle knows what I mean.... Eb ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 20 Jun 98 15:31:46 -0700 From: Tom Clark Subject: Re: it's hard to be a saint in the city On 6/20/98 9:48 AM, Ben wrote: > So, last night I went up to Mendocino to catch an appearance by my >old buddy David Bowie... Oh man. This is one for the archives. - -tc "Since I lost my head, it's awl-right" -j. cope ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 20 Jun 1998 18:57:18 -0600 From: amadain Subject: Re: a number of remarkably well-organized remarks Perhaps the moment has passed, but I've been meaning to answer this post and now I finally got around to it. >or "Jet!" I myself prefer Jet! because then he would have a cool name with >an exclamation point in it. And then of course every time you say hey >Jet!, your mind finishes it by going "woo-hoo-hoo-woo-hoo-hoo-woo-hoo-hoo!" > >(sorry to every person who now has the WINGS LYRICS CURSE for the rest of >the day!)(but not really sorry, it kind of makes me feel satisfied) Not really an issue here, cause I don't really mind that much :). You see, while it may be considered hopelessly square in many (most) circles, I've fallen a little in love with Wings, actually. I've been listening to "Band on The Run" a lot lately, and you know, while it must be admitted that the lyrics aren't exactly the cleverest I've ever heard, who the fuck really cares when you got those harmonies ("Bluebird, Bluebird, ahhhah" :)) and some really wicked cool voicings too. Just a counter-thought. > a.) Wilco-- what a great band to see live. And Jeff Tweedy- oh! oh! >oh! He was- well, oh! (Susan, back me up here) He does have nice floppy hair, at least when I last saw him, which was admittedly quite awhile ago, and lovely eyes. He's very taken tho :). Oh yeah and this too- lay off Eb, wouldya? What'd he do, run over your cat? Affectionate teasing is fine but there's something vicious about the way everyone's getting on his case. I'm certainly not going to attempt to tell people what and how to write, that isn't my point, I just, I really don't see how all this hostility is warranted. Love on ya, Susan ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 20 Jun 1998 20:05:10 -0500 From: nicastr@idt.net (Ben) Subject: Re: life's rich pageant >Indignant Deadhead clawed: >>Not to mention...don't be a third wheel! And, your stealthy "name Hey, no fair! I deserve the "Indignant Deadhead" title more than anyone else on the list. :( ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 20 Jun 1998 23:43:11 -0400 (EDT) From: Bayard Subject: more on that news tid-bit... letest word is, it was mary ann who sent the contraband to gilligan! eb, can you confirm? =b np: robbie robertson, _contact from the underworld of redboy_ ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 20 Jun 1998 21:11:29 -0700 From: West Subject: ...And DON'T TELL ME TO CHEER UP!!! How Life Can Suck, Episode 42,695,881A: I should be at Largo right now. I had reservations and everything. But no less than 20 minutes ago (when she was half an hour late to begin with), my girlfriend called me up to say that her car is dead. It won't start. It won't do anything. It's just sittin' there in her driveway, cruelly mocking me and all I hold dear. I don't have a car, and now my girlfriend doesn't have a car either, so it looks like the one thing I have been most looking forward to for the past month or so is not going to happen. If it were not for the fact that this is actually the SECOND time this specific incident has happened to me (i.e. car failure on the same day as a long-awaited concert), I would say that this was merely a horrid coincidence. But now I know better. Now my mission is clear. I must hunt down God and kick his fucking ass. I never did a thing to Him, so this sadistic abuse is completely uncalled for. So if any of you should happen to spot Him sauntering down the street in His sexy pants and His sausage dog, tell him I said to knock it off. And tell him I'm coming for Him.... Angrily yet Impotently, West. - -- *********************************************************************** West A. Moran E-mail: ipalindromei@earthlink.net "...No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity." "But I know none, and therefore am no beast." --William Shakespeare, "Richard III". ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 21 Jun 1998 01:40:20 -0400 (EDT) From: Sean Hennessey Subject: Re: ...And DON'T TELL ME TO CHEER UP!!! But, alas, God, in his best James Mason, would say, 'But I've invented you ,and I'll only un-invent you', and you would vanish in a puff of dis-logic. Never mess with the man who created jam... > How Life Can Suck, Episode 42,695,881A: > > I should be at Largo right now. I had reservations and everything. But > no less than 20 minutes ago (when she was half an hour late to begin > with), my girlfriend called me up to say that her car is dead. It won't > start. It won't do anything. It's just sittin' there in her driveway, > cruelly mocking me and all I hold dear. I don't have a car, and now my > girlfriend doesn't have a car either, so it looks like the one thing I > have been most looking forward to for the past month or so is not going > to happen. > > If it were not for the fact that this is actually the SECOND time this > specific incident has happened to me (i.e. car failure on the same day > as a long-awaited concert), I would say that this was merely a horrid > coincidence.. But now I know better. Now my mission is clear. I must > hunt down God and kick his fucking ass. I never did a thing to Him, so > this sadistic abuse is completely uncalled for. So if any of you should > happen to spot Him sauntering down the street in His sexy pants and His > sausage dog, tell him I said to knock it off. > > And tell him I'm coming for Him.... > > Angrily yet Impotently, > West. > > -- > *********************************************************************** > West A. Moran > E-mail: ipalindromei@earthlink.net > > "...No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity." > "But I know none, and therefore am no beast." > --William Shakespeare, > "Richard III". > > > 'I spent a lot of my money on booze, birds and fast cars... The rest I just squandered.' ...George Best ******************************************************************************* Sean Hennessey, President of Boston Reds, http://members.tripod.com/~boston_reds/red_army.html Member and co-admin of the Red Devils list: red-devils@pipeline.com e-mail: suggs@tiac.net or giggs@tiac.net ICQ: 9288628 ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 21 Jun 1998 01:25:13 -0500 (CDT) From: JH3 Subject: Re: more on that news tid-bit... >letest word is, it was mary ann who >sent the contraband to gilligan! Maaan, this is worse than when Mayor Barry was set up! But as long as we're on the subject: The weather started getting rough, The tiny ship was tossed, If not for the courage of the fearless crew, The whole stash would be lost! The whole stash would be lost! West wrote: >Now my mission is clear. I must >hunt down God and kick his fucking ass. >I never did a thing to Him, so this sadistic >abuse is completely uncalled for. So if >any of you should happen to spot Him >sauntering down the street in His sexy >pants and His sausage dog, tell him I >said to knock it off. Uh, well, last time *I* saw him he was piss drunk and in fact *already* getting his ass kicked by some bouncers outside of some Muffs gig in Hollywood - and he wasn't very happy about all the people who were just standing around and not helping him out, either. - -JH3 (but please, call me "Muffin") Now that's what I call a sticky situation! ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 21 Jun 98 09:49:32 -0800 From: Karen Reichstein Subject: robyn body language Eb wrote: >My lukewarm appreciation for Robyn as a song interpreter is >well-established, so you won't be surprised that I wasn't all that excited. >"Rain" and "Being..." were quite good, the others, not so much. It's just >something about the flat ironic tone of his voice, and the way he flops his >body around like a nervous child while singing. I haven't noticed this. I mean, yeah, Robyn does have that self conscious thing going where he kind of shakes his head sharply to the side from time to time. But I haven't noticed him flopping his body around like David Byrne or anything. Heh heh. Karen ------------------------------ End of fegmaniax-digest V7 #230 *******************************