From: owner-fegmaniax-digest@smoe.org (fegmaniax-digest) To: fegmaniax-digest@smoe.org Subject: fegmaniax-digest V7 #241 Reply-To: fegmaniax@smoe.org Sender: owner-fegmaniax-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-fegmaniax-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk fegmaniax-digest Sunday, June 28 1998 Volume 07 : Number 241 Today's Subjects: ----------------- re: MST3K and Manos [Eve Emshoff ] permatree - leaf signup [Bayard ] Re: Happy The Golden Prince ["Capitalism Blows" ] Huh? [Natalie Jane Jacobs ] does anybody else think that THE COLOUR AND THE SHAPE is a really great title? ["Capitalism Blows" ] rap rant #1 [dwdudic@erols.com (David W. Dudich)] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Sat, 27 Jun 1998 11:12:54 -0400 From: Eve Emshoff Subject: re: MST3K and Manos On Thu, 25 Jun 1998 11:08:29 -0400 (EDT), luther wrote: >> Well, wait til you see "Ator", "Godzilla vs. Megalon", "Gamera >>vs. Zigra", or "Manos the Hands of Fate"...You will laugh yourself >>comatose... And there's Torgo (from the Manos film) Screen Saver (Windows, 161K) available for your viewing pleasure, as well. Knock yourself out at http://www.geocities.com/Hollywood/3088/index.htm. Not used to posting from the digest, so fifty lashings on me if I goofed. Eve "Jeepers, he holds the whole world's fate in his hands and he can't drive a stick." - -Crow T. Robot, "It Conquered the World" ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 27 Jun 1998 12:29:14 -0400 (EDT) From: Bayard Subject: permatree - leaf signup big thanks to all those you have signed up to be branches in the permanent feg tree. i will post the structure soon, right now i need people to sign up to be *leaves*. leaves (or "children") are the parts of a tape tree who don't make copies for others, but send blanks or traded tapes to their branch (or "parent.") as a leaf on a tape tree, there is one cardinal rule you must remember: **take care of your parent!** Send your parent your tape list or its URL, or, if you don't have anything to trade, send a blank or blanks in a bubblewrap-padded mailer your parent can reuse to send you back your tape. Or, send a mailer inside a mailer. The paper fiber padded mailers are less good b/c when you rip into them they spill those nasty fibers all over the place (and the tapes.) And of course send POSTAGE (a couple bucks or some stamps) and possibly a card or sticker with your address (and maybe what tape you're getting written on the back.) It is highly looked upon to send some extra goodies to your parent-- concert photos, robyn-related clippings, photocopies of setlists or personal private notes, candy, a tape of your songs which you always mislay, etc, etc. Remember your parent is making copies for 3 to 15 people FOR NO PROFIT. we in the fegcamp have adopted the honorable grateful dead code of tape trading: no sneaky charging money, or a bunch of extra tapes. at least something good came out of the dead-- i can't believe you fuckin' school marms listen to that crap. After you've worked things out with your parent re. what the exchange will be, the other key is *be patient*. Remember you are but a humble twig on the tree of life, and your parents are working as fast as they can to spin tapes. sometimes real life gets in the way of these fun hobbies. an occasional polite reminder is ok, but don't pester people. (you can still sign up as a branch if you have decent or better equipment. you'll get tapes faster, but there is the added effort of making copies.) So I guess that's it - leafy types, email me, keep the subject header "permatree - leaf signup" and i'll get to it. expect the tree to be posted in a few days-- let's say, maybe thursday? at which time the tree signup will be CLOSED FOREVER! but you can still get in on trees via an ingenious rotating branch scheme i'm cooking up with some help from a mysterious guy on a farm type compound in the midwest. oh, and let me know what format you want - cassette, DAT, minidisc. can the people who have cdr- burning capacity remind me again? =b ps. Tape trees which will be made available on the permanent tree, for starters: The 4-29 great american music hall gig aka "bayard's birthday" or "jeme levitates" the 6-13 ram's head gig aka "watson, holmes and a squeaky fish" or "RH @ the RH" the astounding collection of feg-bands original tuneage, _Gloss Fish._ (you must hear this to believe it!) this will be a 4-cd box set. these will be spaced at least 4-6 weeks apart to allow branches to continue having a life. pps. finally-- if you have problems with your branch (or leaves) i guess you can come crying to me ;) but i'm not sure what i can do about it... we'll think of something. anyway, fegs are awesome, and I know and trust just about everybody on the branch structure, so i think we'll be aok. pps. ok, this is really the end of it. there is a FAQ on tape trees at http://www.math.ufl.edu/~jaz/Trees/tapetree.faq (for the uninitiated...) ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 27 Jun 1998 11:27:21 PDT From: "Capitalism Blows" Subject: Re: Happy The Golden Prince what? you don't have the rhino reissues, glen? for shame! Twenty-five hours of love in the life of "Happy the Golden Prince Rides Again", his sluggish purple crest flopping over his dotty eyes as he casts a revolting shadow over the courtyard. For many years he had played by himself in the vaults and turrets of his father's castle, occasionally drawing back the musty curtains of burgundy red that masked him from the challenging sun or the ovulating moon. He would lurch past the flies on the windowsill like a figurehead through a bag of dust, tip over the battlements and cough himself rigid until white tears tumbled sluggishly from the slot in his neck. He would watch them recede into the fiery blue waters of the living moat and hiss with amusement as each drop animated into a steel grey tadpole that writhed and dipped away towards the bank. One lurid afternoon Happy was surprised to see an ex-tadpole of his develop into something he had never before seen. For, living alone as he did, with only mirrors for company, he knew nothing of women. The creature stood motionless on the opposite bank, her alabaster limbs beckoning him from his father's hall. It was weird. She seemed as still and cold as a statue. Indeed Happy fancied he saw ivy curling 'round her feet, yet her very stillness challenged the foetid breeze that stirred the trees and shrubs about the moat. Happy sensed that she was important. Then suddenly she opened both her eyes for what must have been the first time, and he saw that they were trained on him. They were of a powerful matte strawberry hue, and they shone with the luster of newly-opened chestnuts. Her left hand dipped slightly and her mouth turned up at the corner, as if to finally dispel any doubts as to her existence. A creeper that dangled flaccidly from the nearest turret-top brushed against the shoulders of the purple-headed prince as he stood, pinned like a butterfly on a dartboard, transfixed but still writhing at her beauty. Her sneer increased to a smile and, as it did, Happy felt like a bottle of ginger beer that someone had shaken violently and was about to open. Giddily, he swung himself onto the battlements, grabbed the idle creeper, and swung across the water toward the princess. He landed with a milky squelch at her side and beneath an extraordinarily gnarled sumac tree. Instantly she leapt away, giving the lie to her immobility. This was flesh and blood! Happy was convulsed with a strange yet familiar sensation. He felt he should be in a bathroom. And as he looked the lowering vegetation above and before him took on the dingy suggestive aura of dripping taps. The moss beneath his shiny pink feet was breathing sponge, caressing every pore of his skin with slimy microscopic tendrils and the moat behind him glistened like a sapphire basin silhouetting the darker lilypads that floated across it like filthy suds. Abruptly, Happy broke off this reverie, and wildly rotated his gaze. The creature had vanished. Where could it be? Happy reared up like a stallion and rammed through the undergrowth in pursuit of the first female he had ever seen. A slithering rubbery whale diverted him from his soggy course and he glanced to his left. There it was! Crouched in the corner of a clearing, her eyes bleeding light into his, wearing a leopard-skin leotard, clutching an antenna to her brow, and muttering "mm-gah" through a megaphone at him. The ground shook, and the jaws of the Earth admitted Happy the golden prince headfirst into a deep hole. The wavy green turf closed over him, though his thrashing feet disturbed the surface for a moment or two longer. Happy found himself upside-down in a narrow fluorescent well that was both moist and cheesy. He quivered uncontrollably, aching with every inch of his soul to scratch something, but where he could not tell. His feet were ringing like telephone bells, and his head felt ready to burst. His cloak flapped open over his head like a bat's, and he became aware that the well was growing hotter and more muscular. It seemed strangely enough to be shrinking about him like a skin around a fine pork sausage, yet he didn't mind. His whole life at the castle lay behind him now, sterile and eventless. He thought only how he would love to sneeze, and felt nothing but relief when the cool arms of the woman vigorously unscrewed his head, and the toothpaste flowed out, as if it were gushing from a broken dam, into the very womb of the earth. "So that's who I am!" he cried. Happy the golden prince Happy the golden prince Happy the golden prince Happy the golden prince Happy the golden prince Happy the golden prince Happy the golden prince Happy the golden prince Happy the golden prince Happy the golden prince Happy the golden prince Happy the golden prince From: "Gee...You?" To: Joules for Sophia , Terrence M Marks Date: Thu, 25 Jun 1998 09:06:22 -0700 Subject: Happy The Golden Prince Reply-To: "Gee...You?" Terrence M Marks dixit: > Just imagining the brouhaha that could be raised by posting the text > of "Happy the Golden Prince" to a socially conservative list Would someone actually mind posting the text to *this* list? Or to me privately? Or point me in the direction of already posted lyrics? Couldya? ?, - -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**********==========--------- ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 27 Jun 1998 14:54:34 -0400 (EDT) From: Natalie Jane Jacobs Subject: Huh? So I went to the supermarket last night to buy some hair dye, and I paused to look at the "2 for $3" rack of cassettes, for no particular reason... I was expecting to see lots of "Greatest Hits of the 70's" and "Favorite Christmas Songs," but instead I saw... The Teardrop Explodes? Straitjacket Fits? Gang of Four? The Rykodisc re-release of "Station to Station"? Huh?? I ended up buying The Grays' "Ro Sham Bo" and The Jazz Butcher's "Condition Blue." There were also numerous Squeeze albums on sale, but I wasn't sure which one to get... any advice? (Not that it matters much... at $1.50 a pop, it's not like I'll be losing out if an album turns out to be bad...) Anyway, I just thought it was weird. n., whose hair is now a glorious shade of reddish purple ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 27 Jun 1998 12:02:04 PDT From: "Capitalism Blows" Subject: does anybody else think that THE COLOUR AND THE SHAPE is a really great title? i know i've said this before. i know we've *all* said it before. but i just can't stand it. the fegs are SO FUCKING COOL that it just blows my mind right apart! the ride down to portland, was, quite literally, worse than a ride through hell. but the shows and the company made it all worth the while. i got to meet four more (am i catching up to you yet, bayard?) and i love them all just as much as i thought i would. and, i kept my perfect record intact: neither michael, renee, or debbie look anything like i thought they would, judging by their posts. vince is a lurker, so i had no preconception about what he'd look like. but i can't resist giving a shout-out to a fellow judas priest fan/all-around- metalhead. take cover, russ. we're coming after your ass! last night was not viva sea-tac iii, lamentably. here's the setlist: Cheese Alarm Silver Dagger De Chirico St. Victorian Squid I Thought I Heard NASA Clapping 1974 You've Got A Sweet Mouth Trilobite Only The Stones Remain Unsettled One Long Pair Of Eyes Glass Hotel Insanely Jealous Wind Cries Mary Viva Sea-Tac Beautiful Girl Queen Of Eyes ...which, you'll note, is very similar to the portland setlist. i mentioned to jeme that it almost seemed as though the portland show was a dress-rehearsal for last night. he disagreed rather violently. but he seemed a little bit looser in portland. definitely more chatty. and last night, he really concentrated on playing his ass off. his voice was as powerful as i've ever heard it, and his playing was ferocious as well. especially on the harmonica. well, no. on the guitar, too. but, yeah, he's really attacking the harmonica again. and the acoustics in the croc were fabulous. pretty rowdy crowd though, unfortunately. although the girl-behind-me-who-just-would-not-shut-the-fuck-up-so-i-finally-had-to-move was singing along/harmonizing to Silver Dagger. and she was doing it at just the right volume, complementing robyn perfectly. it was one of the most beautiful things i'd ever heard, and i couldn't wait to see if it turned out on the tape. but it didn't. you could just barely hear it on headphones. strange thing, huh? the NASA song is great. it's another one taken from one of michele's etchings. the etching, he says, is about that moment when mission control knows that the astronauts are going to be ok (and, he added in portland, but not seattle, won't misbehave too much.) but that's not what the song's about. he was tapping his foot *very* loudly on a coupla songs in portland. not sure i've ever heard that from him before. oh, another thing about last night's setlist: when was the last time he did three soft boys songs in a solo show? and, i think portland, oregon may just be the fegmania! capital of the world. i could not believe how appreciative the crowd was! i've never seen a crowd that into a robyn show. in fact, i'm not sure i've ever seen a crowd that into *any* show. somebody yelled out for One Long Pair Of Eyes early in the show last night. he played it roughly at the same point in the set that he'd played Madonna O' The Wasps the previous night. not sure if he'd planned it that way beforhand, or was actually honoring this guy's request. kind of suspect the former, i guess. and he said he'd just finished up recording on an album in seattle. he said where and with what producer, but i can't remember. it was a wonderful two days. i just can't say enough times how lucky and honored i feel every time some fegs allow me to be in their presence. too bad none o' you bay area louts couldn't have made it up. sequel. damn fucking straight, michael!! give THAT boy the free copy of ETS! actually, he doesn't really need it if he's, uh, "sagacious" enough to know that the sole reason for the existence of the state is to protect and serve big business. anyhow, Eat The State! is availabe for free to one and all, albeit sans graphics for now, at "What the fuck! There's a house burning in the middle of I-5!" --Capuchin ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 27 Jun 1998 14:21:51 -0500 From: Miles Goosens Subject: Soft Boys trifecta At 12:02 PM 6/27/98 -0700, Capitalism Blows wrote: >not sure i've ever heard that from him before. oh, another thing about >last night's setlist: when was the last time he did three soft boys >songs in a solo show? His May 1990 show in Nashville had: "Only the Stones Remain" "Queen of Eyes" "Way Way Hep Uh Hole" "Kingdom of Love" And no, I didn't tape it, though I'd love to find out that somebody did. Great piano interlude w/silent Elton John impersonation (you had to be there, I guess)... later, Miles =============================================================== "Gettin' piss-drunk, givin' the players a hard time, throwin' a chicken bone at the cop - that's what baseball is all about." -- a lout from Cleveland two rows in front of me at a Tigers game, waxing rhapsodic about how Indians games used to be Miles Goosens outdoorminer@mindspring.com http://www.mindspring.com/~outdoorminer/miles =============================================================== ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 28 Jun 1998 16:19:06 GMT From: dwdudic@erols.com (David W. Dudich) Subject: rap rant #1 > Rap lyrics seem counter- >productive to me and like they probably have a hand in keeping the vortex of >poverty and violence a-swirling. Well, it is interesting to note that Snoop-dogs had a hit called 'gin and juice', if you consider that, from what i have heard, gin was first distilled as a way for british (or was it irish?) factory owners to keep their lower classes in line... OK, lemme turn off "gang of four" mode. It is a shame, too, because I like old rap (krs-1, etc) before it got this "my trigger in my bitch in my crotch" stuff. Also, on apurely musical level, the creativity just went out the window. Compare the interesting sampling of the Bomb Squad to Puff Daddy's boring musical plagerism. ObRobyn: What is robyn's take on rap? As he has one song that come close to being rapping ("grooving on a inner plane")? Plus, if you argue that rap lyrics makes black kids (and white kids, too- witness the recent school shootings) violent, well, what does Robyn's lyrics make US do? Clapton's lyrics, on the other hand, seem >merely cathartic to me. -actually, they strike me as rather silly, really. ;-) -luther ------------------------------ End of fegmaniax-digest V7 #241 *******************************