From: owner-fegmaniax-digest@smoe.org (fegmaniax-digest) To: fegmaniax-digest@smoe.org Subject: fegmaniax-digest V7 #401 Reply-To: fegmaniax@smoe.org Sender: owner-fegmaniax-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-fegmaniax-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk fegmaniax-digest Saturday, October 24 1998 Volume 07 : Number 401 Today's Subjects: ----------------- my guess [Russ Reynolds ] Cd-recorder recommendations?? ["John B. Jones" ] RE: More post-show indulgencies ["Partridge, John" ] What did Ebby do? My guess. [Carole Reichstein ] RE: What did Ebby do? My guess. ["Caroline Smith" ] ominous MyLaunch news [Eb ] Re: Eb's top ten [Mark_Gloster@3com.com] Re: ominous MyLaunch news [Tom Clark ] Jan H (Roger content 0%) [james.dignan@stonebow.otago.ac.nz (James Dignan] Re: Cd-recorder recommendations?? [Tom Clark ] Re: fegmaniax-digest V7 #400 [james.dignan@stonebow.otago.ac.nz (James Di] the great barrier riff [james.dignan@stonebow.otago.ac.nz (James Dignan)] Storfront Hitchcock? [Eleanore Adams ] Re: Eb's top ten [Zloduska ] Re: Eb's top ten [Jon Fetter ] Re: Eb's top ten [Ben ] Dylan (and Robyn!) [Eb ] D# [Eb ] smashed psyches (tangential Robyn content) ["carole reichstein" ] stamped heart remedies (10% Robyn content) [Carole Reichstein Subject: my guess > Finally, I find a spiffy little Mexican >fast-food place. I ordered, sat down and was sipping my lemonade. Then >something happened to me which hasn't happened to me since I was about six >years old, if memory serves. Boy, talk about a longshot. What horrible >curse hath befallen me, as of late? Let's make this a brainteaser -- can >you guess what happened?? you got beat up by a third grader? ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 23 Oct 1998 16:06:51 -0700 From: "John B. Jones" Subject: Cd-recorder recommendations?? Hi fegs- I just got some birthday $$$ today, and I'm finally gonna get a CD burner for my macintosh. I was just wondering if any of you macheads have any recommendations for me?? I've got two macs, both used, and i'm wondering which one to hook the CD recorder up to. The performa 6300 has an ide hard drive and its slow, maybe too slow for burning? The quadra 840 has a scsi hard drive, but of course the processor is slow (its not a powermac no matter how you slice it). they both just have basic headphone jack style in and out for sound, so its a tossup there. any help you can give would be great. love on ya baby, john ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 23 Oct 1998 16:09:10 -0700 From: "Partridge, John" Subject: RE: More post-show indulgencies > Let's make this a brainteaser -- can > you guess what happened?? Uh, no. No. ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 23 Oct 1998 16:04:03 -0700 (PDT) From: Carole Reichstein Subject: What did Ebby do? My guess. Ebby wanted us to guess about something embarrassing that he did while eating some mexican food, which he hadn't done since he was 6. Well, I could use the Vanilla Ice Cd to scare away late night guests, I guess. I dunno..did he laugh and cough up lemonade (which he later spilled) up his nose? What else do 6 year-old kids do? Sniffling, Carole ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 23 Oct 1998 17:24:08 -0700 From: Mark_Gloster@3com.com Subject: Eb's top ten Someone gave Eb a wedgie? He ripped his pants. Belched America the Beautiful He and his chair fell over. Farted the Blue Danube waltz He got really really happy He realized he had put his shoes on the wrong feet. He found out his pants were unzipped He tucked the tablecloth under his collar instead of a napkin He wound up not paying his share of the tip Just a few thawts from sharkboy. Happies, - -Markg ps. The internet is just the bathroom wall of the nineties. I stuck this in my ps. You don't have to read it. Please be careful about sending every shocking thing you read to everyone you know. It might be a good idea to check some of these things out, or go to a place that does. This little addendum is in response to the post here of the "clinton body count" list a few weeks ago. Though I kinda dislike the guy, I do believe it is only fair to remind ourselves that just because it's on the internet doesn't mean it's true. Even some of those things we're jokingly saying about Eb could turn into vicious innuendo later by somebody who doesn't have a life. http://snopes.simplenet.com/spoons/faxlore/clinton.htm ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 23 Oct 1998 17:42:44 -0700 From: Eb Subject: Re: Eb's top ten >Someone gave Eb a wedgie? >He ripped his pants. >Belched America the Beautiful >He and his chair fell over. >Farted the Blue Danube waltz >He got really really happy >He realized he had put his shoes on the wrong feet. >He found out his pants were unzipped >He tucked the tablecloth under his collar instead of a napkin >He wound up not paying his share of the tip All right, all right...I don't think anyone is going to get it. My favorite guess was the one about lemonade coming out my nose (which two people guessed), but that's not the answer. And I think that happened to me once during college anyway, so.... Anyway, I was stung (right upper arm) by a bee! INDOORS! While sitting still! A totally unprovoked attack. What are the odds of THAT? It's like some bee snuck in the door, spotted me and thought to himself, "Hey now, this bum does NOT belong in Beverly Hills! I'll fix him!!" Then, whammo! If anyone has counterproof that the universe is not out to ruin me this week, I'd love to hear it. ;) Eb PS The last time I remember being stung by a bee, I was about six years old and living in Florida. I had a Halloween pumpkin lollipop in my lunchbag, and was eating it. A bee landed on it when I wasn't looking, and I put the lolly in my mouth and BOOM, he stung me ON MY TONGUE. Jeeeez. This is the only first of two childhood lollipop traumas.... ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 23 Oct 1998 20:47:32 -0400 From: "Caroline Smith" Subject: RE: What did Ebby do? My guess. i bet eb got a nosebleed and bled all over his dinner. :) caroline > -----Original Message----- > From: owner-fegmaniax@smoe.org [mailto:owner-fegmaniax@smoe.org]On > Behalf Of Carole Reichstein > Sent: Friday, October 23, 1998 7:04 PM > To: fegmaniax@smoe.org > Cc: fegmaniax-digest@smoe.org > Subject: What did Ebby do? My guess. > > > > Ebby wanted us to guess about something embarrassing that he did while > eating some mexican food, which he hadn't done since he was 6. > Well, I could use the Vanilla Ice Cd to scare away late night guests, I > guess. I dunno..did he laugh and cough up lemonade (which he later > spilled) up his nose? What else do 6 year-old kids do? > > Sniffling, > > Carole > > ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 23 Oct 1998 17:59:25 -0700 From: Eb Subject: ominous MyLaunch news Teletubbies Set to Invade U.S. Record Stores (10/23/98, 12 p.m. PDT) - They've already stomped their way into our living rooms on public television, toy store shelves, and are sure to be one of this year's most popular Halloween costumes. Now the fab four of the preschool set, the Teletubbies, are set to invade a record store near you with the Nov. 17 release of Teletubbies: The Album. Why on Earth would this matter to any music fan? Consider the success of the Teletubbies in their native England. Last year the song "Teletubbies Say 'Eh-Oh!'" topped the British singles chart. In some households, the Teletubbies--Tinky Winky, Dipsy, Laa-Laa, and Po--are more popular than the Spice Girls. The album, which is being released by Kid Rhino is the U.S., includes the big U.K. hit and such Teletubbies TV show favorites as "Puddle Dance," "Ships," "Dirty Knees," "Twisty Dance," "Animals," "Dipsy's Fancy Hat," "Running Away Dance," "Up And Down Dance," "Jumping For Fun," "Tree," "Follow My Leader," "Clouds," and "Lullaby." ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 23 Oct 1998 18:02:10 -0700 From: Mark_Gloster@3com.com Subject: Re: Eb's top ten >Anyway, I was stung (right upper arm) by a bee! INDOORS! While sitting >still! A totally unprovoked attack. What are the odds of THAT? It's like >some bee snuck in the door, spotted me and thought to himself, "Hey now, >this bum does NOT belong in Beverly Hills! I'll fix him!!" Then, whammo! Actually he thought it was provoked. You dissed him for his funny costume as the guitar-playing bee in one of your reviews of LA indie bands. Hell, I used to play in a band with him when I lived in Pasadena. He wasn't very good. >If anyone has counterproof that the universe is not out to ruin me this >week, I'd love to hear it. ;) Can't help you there. Sorry. I just checked your horoscope. Gloom and doom for the next six days at least. Just stay indoors and write emails and read maillists 24 hours a day. Oh, nevermind. ;-) Happies, - -markg ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 23 Oct 1998 18:14:55 -0700 From: Tom Clark Subject: Re: ominous MyLaunch news On 10/23/98 5:59 PM, Eb wrote: >Teletubbies Set to Invade U.S. Record Stores > >The album, which is being released by Kid Rhino is the U.S., includes the >big U.K. hit and such >Teletubbies TV show favorites as > "Dirty Knees," I think I know this one! "Chinese Japanese Dirty Knees Look At THESE!" - -tc ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 24 Oct 1998 14:16:38 +1300 From: james.dignan@stonebow.otago.ac.nz (James Dignan) Subject: Jan H (Roger content 0%) Danielle sed: >James defended that Hellriegel woman, little knowing that she is a pet >peeve of mine: >I would be willing to believe you if it wasn't for two unassailable facts >(and in fact, if you can give me anything contradicting these it'll make >me very happy) : >1) 'The Way I Feel' has always annoyed the *crap* out of me because of the >line 'the stench but all overcomes you'. For *crying* out loud, it's 'the >stench *all but* overcomes you', you silly wench! perhaps if you knew that the lyrics are "The stench of it all overcomes you" it may give you a different idea. That's what she sings, and that's what the lyric sheet says. It does, I'll admit, sound a bit like "but all" until you realise what it really is. >2) If, in 1993, you have been told that you are going to be interviewed by >one of New Zealand's most popular magazines, and they have also told you >that the subject of the interview is 'one hundred years of women's >suffrage', I think that it might have been wise to inform yourself as to >what 'suffrage' actually *is* - rather than asking that question of the >interviewer in the middle of the article. considering one of the subjects she did here at Otago University was Political Studies, perhaps it was a little tongue in cheek? If I remember the interview correctly, the interviewer was trying to give suffrage a very narrow definition - not 100% certain though because it was quite a while back... James ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 23 Oct 1998 18:28:33 -0700 From: Tom Clark Subject: Re: Cd-recorder recommendations?? On 10/23/98 4:06 PM, John B. Jones wrote: >I've got two macs, both used, and i'm wondering which one to hook the CD >recorder up to. The performa 6300 has an ide hard drive and its slow, maybe >too slow for burning? > >The quadra 840 has a scsi hard drive, but of course the processor is slow >(its not a powermac no matter how you slice it). > >they both just have basic headphone jack style in and out for sound, so its >a tossup there. Try www.apstech.com. Go for the SCSI. Check out Avid's Audiomedia II card fr NuBus Macs. http://www.avid.com/products/audio/amii/index.html gotta go, - -tc ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 24 Oct 1998 14:41:38 +1300 From: james.dignan@stonebow.otago.ac.nz (James Dignan) Subject: Re: fegmaniax-digest V7 #400 >Or CD vs. MiniDisc, or MiniDisc vs. DCC, or CD vs. DCC CDs are better than our city council any day. James in Dunedin (Sukhi's pretty cool though) ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 24 Oct 1998 14:56:40 +1300 From: james.dignan@stonebow.otago.ac.nz (James Dignan) Subject: the great barrier riff >Yer actual Hitchcock content: 'Kingdom of Love' certainly has a riff, >though not a heavy one. 'Egyptian Cream' has a heavier riff. But are >there many other Hitchcock compositions which are riff-based? I wouldn't >count 'I'm only you' or 'Airscape' because they are more lick-based than >riff-based. 'I am not me' is more power chords than riffs. 'Sometimes I >wish I" is a rhythm rather than a riff. I got the hots? You'll have to go sideways? Queen of Eyes? Guess which album is playing as I type? You could make a case for Glass Hotel and Knife. Don't think there's much in his recent stuff though. James (go the blue'n'gold!) 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: Fri, 23 Oct 1998 19:07:28 +0000 From: Eleanore Adams Subject: Storfront Hitchcock? I was wondering if there is any Bay area fegs who know when and where Storefront will be playing in the Bay area. I wanted to go to the movies this weekend, and of course that is on my list of musy see's. eleanore ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 24 Oct 1998 00:02:45 -0500 From: Zloduska Subject: Re: Eb's top ten Eb wrote: >All right, all right...I don't think anyone is going to get it. My favorite >guess was the one about lemonade coming out my nose (which two people >guessed), but that's not the answer. And I think that happened to me once >during college anyway, so.... >Anyway, I was stung (right upper arm) by a bee! INDOORS! While sitting >still! A totally unprovoked attack. What are the odds of THAT? **PHEW** I honestly thought you had peed your pants (or worse!), as a child does, while eating in a Mexican restaurant. Hey, that bee sting is seeming a lot luckier now, isn't it though? ~kjs ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 24 Oct 1998 13:50:50 +0800 From: Jon Fetter Subject: Re: Eb's top ten Well, some guesses: - -you were sitting on their hive - -after 2000 years of domestication, someone managed to breed good taste into bees, and you just happened to be wearing something like a fake silk shirt with a large garish tiger design on the back, purple crushed-velvet pants and Reeboks. Punishment was swift. - -tatooed on your arm in UV-visible light are the words "Death to your queen!" - -the bee was actually a macrovirus that injected you with its RNA. Right now you are probably lying on the floor,jam-packed with bees, if you haven't lysed already. Don't expect Janeway to save you. - -you smell like a flower, but when the bee landed on your arm and didn't find any nectar, it got righteously pissed. - -the universe isn't out to get you, the bees are. So just accept it. - -the bee was part of a local insect-militia. It had been out in the parking lot, counting the corpses on the grilles and windscreens of all the parked cars. Unfortunately for you, you had just driven through a big caddisfly hatch up the road. - -the smell of lemonade induced a sudden suicidal urge in the bee, so it stung you and ripped its guts out. Look on the bright side, you're still alive. >Anyway, I was stung (right upper arm) by a bee! INDOORS! While sitting >still! A totally unprovoked attack. What are the odds of THAT? It's like >some bee snuck in the door, spotted me and thought to himself, "Hey now, >this bum does NOT belong in Beverly Hills! I'll fix him!!" Then, whammo! > >If anyone has counterproof that the universe is not out to ruin me this >week, I'd love to hear it. ;) > >Eb > >PS The last time I remember being stung by a bee, I was about six years >old and living in Florida. I had a Halloween pumpkin lollipop in my >lunchbag, and was eating it. A bee landed on it when I wasn't looking, and >I put the lolly in my mouth and BOOM, he stung me ON MY TONGUE. Jeeeez. >This is the only first of two childhood lollipop traumas.... Don't you look at what you eat? I'll bet you do now. Yowchers. Are you sure they were bees and not wasps? Jonzzzzzzzz ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 24 Oct 1998 03:05:32 -0400 From: Ben Subject: Re: Eb's top ten Jon Fetter wrote: > Well, some guesses: > -you were sitting on their hive > -after 2000 years of domestication, someone managed to breed good taste > into bees, and you just happened to be wearing something like a fake silk > shirt with a large garish tiger design on the back, purple crushed-velvet > pants and Reeboks. Punishment was swift. > -tatooed on your arm in UV-visible light are the words "Death to your queen!" > -the bee was actually a macrovirus that injected you with its RNA. Right > now you are probably lying on the floor,jam-packed with bees, if you > haven't lysed already. Don't expect Janeway to save you. > -you smell like a flower, but when the bee landed on your arm and didn't > find any nectar, it got righteously pissed. > -the universe isn't out to get you, the bees are. So just accept it. > -the bee was part of a local insect-militia. It had been out in the > parking lot, counting the corpses on the grilles and windscreens of all the > parked cars. Unfortunately for you, you had just driven through a big > caddisfly hatch up the road. > -the smell of lemonade induced a sudden suicidal urge in the bee, so it > stung you and ripped its guts out. Look on the bright side, you're still > alive. Was the bee wearing a tie-dye? :) ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 24 Oct 1998 00:18:49 -0700 From: Eb Subject: Dylan (and Robyn!) LA Weekly -- Oct.16-22 Electric Judas Revisited Bob Dylan's secret insurrection BY CHRIS MORRIS Last year, Warner Bros. Records issued Royal Queen Albert & Beautiful Homer, a promotional CD by Robyn Hitchcock, the reigning king of Anglo-wackiness. The disc contained a track from Hitchcock's then-current album, Moss Elixir, and 11 live renditions of songs written by Bob Dylan - two acoustic, eight with a full band, all of '60s vintage, with an encore of the 1989 song "Dignity." The cardboard sleeve of the disc carried a sketch by Hitchcock, depicting an anthropomorphized view of London's Royal Albert Hall, its dome "face" swathed in enormous Ray-Ban shades, its base "shoulders" draped in a capacious polka-dotted shirt - just the way Bob Dylan dressed in 1966. The uninitiated may have been nonplused when they heard the record. Several times during the electric set, Hitchcock is interrupted by shouts of "Judas!" from his fans; before a performance of "One Too Many Mornings," the crowd claps loudly in unison, as if to disrupt the action, and Hitchcock begins mumbling to make them stop. The audience, which seems to expect this response, laughs. Hitchcock and his audience are, in fact, performing a ritual, enacting a Rocky Horror Picture Show for hipsters: They're replaying a concert that took place three decades earlier. Royal Queen Albert was recorded on May 25, 1996, one day short of the 30th anniversary of a show Dylan performed at the Royal Albert Hall with the Hawks, the American-Canadian rock group soon known as The Band. Hitchcock's full-band set followed the order of the electric half of a Dylan show that became known, erroneously, as "The Royal Albert Hall Concert," actually recorded on May 17, 1966, at the Free Trade Hall in Manchester, England. (It was first bootlegged under the incorrect rubric in 1970.) It became the most widely duplicated underground document of that '66 tour - a tour so notorious, thrilling, riotous and groundbreaking that Hitchcock, with his fans as accomplices, sought to replicate it, down to the last roaring chord and the last shriek of protest. If the "basement tapes" that Dylan recorded after his July 1966 motorcycle accident contain, in Greil Marcus' phrase, an "invisible republic" of musical-historical resonances, then Dylan's 1965-66 tour - his first with a full electric band - may be viewed as a secret insurrection, since the legal documentary evidence of its existence has been virtually nonexistent. Until now, only two electric tracks from the tour have been officially released: An explosive take of "Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues," recorded in Liverpool three days before the Manchester show, escaped on the B-side of the 1966 single "I Want You," while a muddled version of "I Don't Believe You," from a May 5, 1966, show in Dublin, appeared on the 1985 box set Biograph (along with an acoustic "Visions of Johanna" from the first night at the Albert Hall). Otherwise, all has been silence. Though Dylan reportedly thinks nothing of the '66 live recordings, he has finally given consent for the official release of the Manchester show as a two-CD Columbia/Legacy set, The Bootleg Series Vol. 4: Bob Dylan Live 1966 - The "Royal Albert Hall" Concert. (Such a project was in the works three years ago, but Dylan scotched it, and some enterprising brigand pirated the master on CD, in crisp stereo for the first time, in 1996 as Guitars Kissing & the Contemporary Fix.) At the same time, director D.A. Pennebaker's long-unseen film on the 1966 tour, Eat the Document, has been liberated for authorized screenings at the Museum of Television & Radio in Beverly Hills. (See this week's TV column for more on this. Finally, C.P. Lee, a former member of the English punk band Alberto y Los Trios Paranoias, has offered his own recollections of the May 17 Manchester show, which he attended as a teen, and records the reactions of others in the audience that night in an uneven melding of reporting and criticism, Like the Night: Bob Dylan and the Road to the Manchester Free Trade Hall. Together, record, film and book freeze-frame a critical moment in rock & roll history, when the world tilted on its axis as Dylan simply plugged a Fender into his amp. It's a thrice-told tale that bears encapsulation. By 1965, Dylan had alienated the left-tilting folk establishment with his boldly impressionistic new writing style, which eschewed socially conscious lyrics in favor of druggy ink-spilling, and his newly electrified sound. In April of '65, he released "Subterranean Homesick Blues," which made the Top 40; "Like a Rolling Stone" and "Positively 4th Street," both Top 10 singles, followed in July and September, respectively. Bringing It All Back Home, Dylan's first mostly electric album, had landed in March; in July, on the eve of the release of Highway 61 Revisited, he was booed at the Newport Folk Festival, where he appeared with a juiced-up band featuring Mike Bloomfield, Al Kooper and the Paul Butterfield Blues Band rhythm section. Dylan was a pop star, and the folkies weren't having it. In September of '65, in the midst of recording Blonde on Blonde, Dylan began a world tour that would take him through the U.S., Australia and Europe. For the electric half of his show, he hired the Hawks, who had been playing together for four years, mostly in Canada, first behind emigre rockabilly singer Ronnie Hawkins and then on their own. By November, drummer Levon Helm had quit; in his 1993 Band memoir, This Wheel's on Fire, he wrote, "I wasn't made to be booed." He was ultimately replaced by Mickey Jones, a veteran of Trini Lopez's and Johnny Rivers' bands. By the time Dylan arrived in England in May of '66, the stage was set for a similarly taxing run of shows. The U.K. sported its own small-minded, Stalinist folk movement. Dylan and his pack of unreconstructed Canuck greasers coped by showing up loaded to the tits and spoiling for a fight. Eat the Document, jaggedly edited by Dylan and Howard Alk, richly captures the amphetamine-stoked heebie-jeebies that ensued. The shock and sense of betrayal on the part of Dylan's fans is caught in a series of post-show interviews in the movie; one outraged man snarls, "'E's a traitor, 'e wants hangin'." Writer Lee found similar feelings 30 years after the fact: One erstwhile fan called the Manchester Dylan-Hawks show "all your worst nightmares coming true." The second disc of Live 1966 is a full-scale representation of the collision between the irresistible force of Dylan's electric music and the immovable object that was his folk-fan base. The Manchester audience, who listen in enchanted silence to the gyroscopic word-spinning of "Visions of Johanna" and "Desolation Row" during Dylan's solo acoustic set, erupt during his performance with the Hawks. The show is punctuated by jeers, whistles, catcalls, foot stomping and clapping; Dylan mutters incomprehensibly until the noise dies. But Dylan and the Hawks win this cage match with a set unparalleled in its time for painful volume, and still unequaled in the stateliness and elegance of its execution. It's a princely noise, as elements carom seamlessly into one another - Robertson's gnarled, ringing Ike Turner-isms on guitar, Garth Hudson's carousel fantasias on organ, Richard Manuel's whorehouse interjections on piano, the thunder of Jones' all-meat drums and Rick Danko's bass kicking it home. The set list is a series of warnings, curses and farewells to the crowd, slugged out with a fistful of vitriol by Dylan. "Tell me, momma - what izzit, what's wrong with you, this time?" he whines in his opening number, and then he lets loose with a round of kiss-offs ("Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues" and "One Too Many Mornings") and accusations ("Ballad of a Thin Man"). The album ends with what may be rock's most famed condemnation, and its greatest rebuttal. A fan screams, "Judas!" His voice full of bile, Dylan drawls, "I don't buh-leeve you . . .you're a liar," and then the band hurtles into a version of "Like a Rolling Stone" that is nothing less than the musical equivalent of an execution - a furiously overamped fever dream of frustration and rage. It's a confrontation that leaves you breathless, and one so full of blood and near-Shakespearean drama that it's easy to see why, 30 years later, Robyn Hitchcock and his audience chose to act it out like Titus Andronicus. ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 24 Oct 1998 11:38:21 -0700 From: Eb Subject: D# Incidentally, Denise is excited about a new discovery, nowadays. Apparently, a skywriter was writing "PEPSI ONE" above her house, and midway through the first E, it looked like he had written "PF" (ie, "Pink Floyd"). Wow! So that really caught Denise's attention. And as if THAT wasn't enough evidence of the world's fixation on her Carl Palmer problems, she said that in the skywriter's first attempt to write his message, the "P" was badly formed and looked like a "D" instead. And "DEPSI ONE" can be scrambled to spell "DENISE O" (with a "P" left over...oh well), and Denise's maiden name begins with a "O." So now, Denise is wondering if David Gilmour might have influence over the Pepsi-Cola corporation too. Dutifully reported, Eb (I really should figure out a way to get an article about her commissioned) PS One thing I left out of my account of the Elvis Costello show: I wore The Infamous Yellow-Striped Shirt. ;) ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 21 Oct 1998 23:16:29 PDT From: "carole reichstein" Subject: smashed psyches (tangential Robyn content) Alright. Mr. Roger (don't waste my time) Jackson should find this post entertaining. Here goes. I've just had my heart stamped on a bit. Since we fegs tend to be a romantic and nostalgic sort, I'm fishing for advice on how to get over someone. I've been through this before, obviously, but I'm curious on how this extended Feg family copes. What do you do when the person you hold a torch for tells you, "I've met someone else, and it's fairly serious." ? Now, don't tell me to listen to "Linctus House," because I've already done that a million times before. I'm drinking a little whiskey and listening to Robyn, of course, w/ a good dose of "bleak" Elliott Smith songs (hee-hee). Besides drinking oneself into a stupor (which I'm not doing, by the way, it's unhealthy), what is the best remedy for you wounded fegs? Surely not everyone else parks themselves in front of the stereo, do they? E-mail me privately, if you like. I don't mind appearing a little foolish. I've already listened to Robyn's version of "Silver Dagger" 50 times already, in case you were wondering... Wallowing, and always looking for new threads, Carole ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 24 Oct 1998 15:37:43 -0700 (PDT) From: Danielle Subject: Re: D# Ebbed: > PS One thing I left out of my account of the Elvis Costello show: I wore > The Infamous Yellow-Striped Shirt. ;) Don't blame me. I begged him not to wear it, right up until he left the house. But it was no good. Danielle, shaking her head NP Hole, Celebrity Skin (when depressed, I shop) PS James, I retrench slightly on Hellriegel bitching. But the article about suffrage was serious, swear to god... _________________________________________________________ DO YOU YAHOO!? Get your free @yahoo.com address at http://mail.yahoo.com ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 24 Oct 1998 18:27:17 -0700 (PDT) From: Carole Reichstein Subject: stamped heart remedies (10% Robyn content) ...So last night I was trudging up Burnside street, dumb headphones on (low on batteries, bah!) and tired, giving nasty looks to blissful couples on the sidewalk. As I reached the crosswalk, who did I see walking towards me, waving his hand in greeting? Why Capuchin, that nice monkey! Burdened with heavy bags, he stopped anyway and asked how I was doing. Poor guy, he didn't know what was about to hit him. "Terrible!" I replied, sniffling (I also have a lingering cold). For the next 30 minutes, I held Capuchin captive and we talked about my awful love life, namely, how someone I briefly dated (and still have a crush on) recently told me that he's seeing someone else, and it's fairly serious. I told Jeme about my stamped-on heart, and he gave me some wonderful insights into the male psyche. I told him how I'd spent the last two days: listening to Robyn's cover of "Silver Dagger" a billion times, lots of depressing Elliott Smith, and Dylan's "Blood on the Tracks." And having a few crying jags.. Capuchin told me some of his own horrifying doomed romance stories, and then, as always, Robyn came into the conversation. Yes, I had been listening to "Eye" as well, "Glass Hotel" always does it for me. And then I suddenly wanted to post to the list, to ask what other cynical Fegs do when they're unceremoniously dumped, or have had their hopes dashed. "We fegs are a rather nostalgic and wistful bunch," I mused. "I'd like to hear what other list members have to say about this." Is there a cure all, besides just waiting for it to pass? Oh sure, I've been through this before, but I'm a bit curious if Fegs have certain rituals to memorialize failed romances. A long red bottle of wine certainly helps, as does "Eye"...together they're just about lethal. Do you play "I watch the cars" ten times in a row? Take a hot bath and listen to IODOT? What? E-mail me privately if you care to share your woe remedies. If they're Robyn-related (or even just tangentially so, as this post is), why not post them here? Not afraid to be confessional when she feels like it, ;) Carole ------------------------------ End of fegmaniax-digest V7 #401 *******************************