From: owner-fegmaniax-digest@smoe.org (fegmaniax-digest) To: fegmaniax-digest@smoe.org Subject: fegmaniax-digest V8 #75 Reply-To: fegmaniax@smoe.org Sender: owner-fegmaniax-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-fegmaniax-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk fegmaniax-digest Tuesday, March 2 1999 Volume 08 : Number 075 Today's Subjects: ----------------- How I lost my Surreal Posse Membership Card ["JH3" ] Re: I got yer polluting promotional items. ["JH3" ] Re: I got yer polluting promotional items. [Capuchin ] supermodel bait... [Mark_Gloster@3com.com] Re: supermodel bait... [Ross Overbury ] three times is magic [Jean Katherine Rossner ] ouch! ["Capitalism Blows" ] AV1 [was Re: Star-fucking in Chicago] [Miles Goosens ] Re: Star-fucking in Chicago [Zloduska ] Re: AV1 [was Re: Star-fucking in Chicago] [MARKEEFE@aol.com] Re: peanut butter RULES. [Insomnboy@aol.com] Thoths and partridges [Natalie Jacobs ] Re: three times is magic [amadain ] Re: peanut butter RULES. [lj lindhurst ] It's a holiday.... [Christopher Gross ] Re: three times is magic [MARKEEFE@aol.com] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Mon, 1 Mar 1999 18:13:27 -0600 From: "JH3" Subject: How I lost my Surreal Posse Membership Card "THIS IS MY STORY" _______________________ "Surrealism, eh?" said the man sitting next to me at the bar. "Yeah," I said. "So... you're a surrealist, then?" he asked, clearly fighting a losing battle to keep a straight face. "That's what I said, buddy. Of course it depends on your definition." The man smiled and pulled out his wallet. "I'll give you $100 to switch to postmodern neo-expressionism," he said, waving the bills in my face. "No deal," I said, trying not to look insulted. "Once you've been surreal, you can't go back, my friend." The man turned away and took another sip of his whiskey-&-bathwater. "Okay, fine, I'll give the money to somebody else." "You do that." And with that, the man lurched out of the barstool, went over to a booth in the corner, and handed the money over to a slightly fat middle-aged man resplendent in a purple velvet nightgown and pink wimple that made him look like an inverted Teletubby. Like *he* needs it, I thought. I was beginning to wonder if maybe I should have taken him up on his offer - after all, it had been over 14 years since I'd last had more than 75 cents in my pocket. Of course, that was understandable; 14 years ago I started wearing the kilt, which has no pockets, unless I'd just been missing them. A quick double-check revealed that indeed there were no pockets, but of course that didn't mean that there *couldn't* be pockets in some other kilt. It all depended on who was making the kilt, and how they felt about pockets. But I was getting off on a tangent again. The money, that was it. It's always about money. Money and sex... Money, sex, and maybe those thin plastic bin-liners too. And kilts. The man returned to the barstool next to me. "That guy back there - you know who he is? Julian-friggin'-Schnabel, that's who. *He* isn't afraid to give up his entire personal aesthetic for a few bucks. He's got G-U-T-S guts, that's what he's got! So what's your problem, buddy? And don't give me any of that whiny-ass artistic integrity bullsh*t!" I was beginning to get pissed off, and not just because of the totally unnecessary censorship of what should have been perfectly innocent vulgarities. "Okay, I'll tell you what my problem is," I said, turning on the fake Aussie accent. "It's... it's just that I..." I couldn't think of one. "I don't have the right hairstyle," I finally blurted out. "Besides, it's been a rough day." I couldn't stand it anymore and ran out of the bar without paying. It had started to rain, and I was worried I'd ruin my Armani jacket, which when worn with the kilt gave me a rather jaunty look, I thought. Luckily, a limousine passed by carrying a few supermodels, and I was able to flag it down by waving around some powdered sugar in a plastic bag as if it were full of illegal drugs. Supermodels... gets 'em every time. Back at the apartment, I noticed the answering machine blinking. Funny, I didn't realize I had one of those things. In fact, I didn't remember actually having a phone. Suddenly I realized that it wasn't even my apartment. Probably the wrong city, too, for all I knew. Snorting powdered sugar with supermodels will do that to you. I grabbed some mixed nuts out of a tray in the hallway and got the hell out of there. But I couldn't remember where I lived, and now I couldn't even remember my own name. I didn't want to find out, either; for all I knew it could be "Lloyd." I also realized that what I'd thought were mixed nuts were actually leather peas, and they were rattling very loudly. So I threw them away and went back to the bar. The man was still sitting there. "I knew you'd be back," he said. "You've reconsidered?" I hadn't, but I played along anyway for the amusement value if nothing else. Besides, I was beginning to think he might have a point. "Okay, supposing I really do give up surrealism for some other genre," I said. "What's in it for me? Is there a dental plan?" "Of course! Full coverage, plus comprehensive medical and 401(k)," he said, brightly. "Not to mention our bi-weekly hairstyling allowance. Oh, and remind me to go over our bonus incentives. You get ten percent of your annual stipend for each rock star over 50 years of age that you manage to de-mythologize." What the hell, I thought. Who could turn something like that down? "Okay, I'm in," I said, only half-dejectedly. The man shook my hand enthusiastically, then pulled some papers out of his inside-coat packet. "Here's your exclusive contract, my friend. Just sign here, here and here... oh yes, don't forget here, and here... and we'll need your shoe size, obviously. I think you'll realize soon enough that you've made a wise choice. I think there's even some old Microsoft stock options in there somewhere!" I signed. "Oh, and here's your first assignment - right up your alley, I'd say. Why don't you take a minute to read it over?" I read it over. He smiled broadly. "What did I tell you! Now get the hell out of this seedy dive and don't come back until you've negatively de-constructed all of Robyn Hitchcock's lyrics both backwards AND forwards!" Jeez, they want forwards too, I thought. I should have known there had to be a catch. Goddamn lifetime contracts... "Can I have some roast quail first?" I asked, knowing what the answer would be. "No," he replied. _____________ THE END - -John "Yup, that was my story alright" Hedges ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 1 Mar 1999 18:48:33 -0600 From: "JH3" Subject: Re: I got yer polluting promotional items. >Did you do the vector graphics for all the Robyn >stuff you've posted or did you use Streamline or similar technology or do >you lay it all out in xfig or what? By hand! There's no fun in using Streamline! Besides, then I would have *even more* time on my hands... >I find your Thoth to be a bit thin and scraggly. It's quite a bit like >the Thoth on I Often Dream Of Trains, but not like the one on Element of >Light (particularly the one printed on the Rhino CD). Mine has the >opposite problem... Isn't Thoth supposed to be thin and scraggly? You wouldn't want him to be fat and jolly, unless it was the diabolical "Santa Thoth." Anyway, I think I used the one on the inner sleeve of "fegMANIA" as a guide. I *tried* to make it a dead-accurate rendering, but nobody's perfect. Not even... oh, forget it. Besides, we're supposed to use that tomato-on-top-of-a-cone-or-a-lighthouse or whatever the hell it is now. >I can't decide which of these is the better pick-up line. Depends on who you're trying to pick up! You might also try some other sure-fire winners like "Excuse me, but have you seen my spare truss" or "Y'know, you look like the sort of person who would never deliberately swallow a live insect." Heh... Maybe I should've waited to post that last thing. JH3 ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 1 Mar 1999 17:03:47 -0800 (PST) From: Capuchin Subject: Re: I got yer polluting promotional items. On Mon, 1 Mar 1999, JH3 wrote: > By hand! There's no fun in using Streamline! Besides, > then I would have *even more* time on my hands... I was just trying to explain away the deformity. > Isn't Thoth supposed to be thin and scraggly? You wouldn't want him to be > fat and jolly, unless it was the diabolical "Santa Thoth." Anyway, I think I > used the one on the inner sleeve of "fegMANIA" as a guide. Well, I meant his big ibis head isn't curved enough and his headdress seems to fall too limply. His body, of course, is unseen. I think I'm going to use my fat Thoth... unless everybody hates it. > Besides, we're supposed to use that tomato-on-top-of-a-cone-or-a-lighthouse > or whatever the hell it is now. We decided that we'd keep Thoth. The tomato-on-the-lighthouse thing was Robyn's. We decided that. Didn't we decide that? I remember deciding that. > >I can't decide which of these is the better pick-up line. > Depends on who you're trying to pick up! Well, I figured Vivien, me, and Quail respectively. Man, all those fake names. J. - -- ________________________________________________________ J A Brelin Capuchin ________________________________________________________ ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 02 Mar 1999 01:12:38 +0000 (GMT) From: Michael Wolfe Subject: Re: Whoooops Regarding how to pronounce "Jeme": >Michael Wolfe says "Jeemee" which is a little weird, but I don't mind too >much. Actually, if you removed all of the words in the middle of this sentence, starting with "says" and ending with "which", you'd get a sentence that I hear quite a bit. I pronounce your name thusly because when I asked the table at Thai Orchid how to say it, that was the response as I heard it and no one has corrected me in the interim. What I'm shooting for, though, is not "Jeemee", but rather "Jaemee", with the "ae" being that combined character you find in cool greek words like "aegis", "aether", and "aeolian harp". Gives the name a sort of mythic, heroic quality, like that of my favorite legendary hero, Maniakles. ("Why does he laugh so strangely?...") I hope this has muddied things up sufficiently, - -Michael Wolfe ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 1 Mar 1999 17:59:44 -0800 From: Mark_Gloster@3com.com Subject: supermodel bait... This was kinda organized when it started, but it kinda got out of hand. Sorry I just can't keep my metacarpular Turrett's in check. I tend to wear my James Dignan mask when I go trolling for supermodels. They follow me around like I'm the friggin' pied piper. Some of them throw their dainty underthings at me and scream. Others actually tear off body parts and hurl them my way with their remaining limbs. I'm about halfway through constructing "Frankenmodel" with cast off parts and JemeBrand Super(model)glue. I may need one of Eddie's lightning rods to get more power to get her kick started, though. Santa Thoth just brought me more supermodels. I can tell you that they were waaay disappointed when I showed them my birth certificate from Area 51. Yea, they thought it was cool, but they didn't like the part about me not being James Dignan. They seemed to find Donne pretty cool, so they hung out for a while before going downtown to buy Italian scooters to ride to Dunedin. I told them that the road was washed out, but I don't think they believed me. I think I saw some powder on their sleeves when we kissed goodbye. They dried their tears with their jackets and their wrists became covered with icing. Won't Kate Moss be embarrassed when she finds out that she was out of her head on John's confectioners sugar all those years? Oh. I just saw the cooking show by the "Two Fat Ladies." They cooked quail. I thought you all should know. He won't be bothering us anymore. I'm torn about this, but it's good to know that our loss has fed so many. It is also quite possible that it was just an elaborate hoax to put us off our guard and buy him the time to take over the entire fashion industry. Before you know it, everyone will be wearing push-up unisex khaki jogbras and salmon bermuda shorts; fuzzy red fleece jackets with green and dayglo pink gecko baggies; and yellow striped shirts with the kilt in public. It's enough to kill the entire industry and _actually_ put someone's eye out. May your posts make more sense than mine. Some days I wonder if I'm just an AI program gone horribly wrong. Other days I wake up and wonder if I can just put my underpants on my head, pencils up my nostrils and say "wubble" to avoid having to work altogether. - -Ma(e)rkg (it's got to be greek or gaelic) (Some people are just outside my cube _actually_ arguing about Captain Janeway. It sounds amazing. I think somebody on one side or the other is going to pee themselves soon I hope not right next to my cube. I'll let you know the outcome if I can't get out of here before the slap fight ensues. Armed with the impression that I'm almost positive that I can outrun them, I entertain myself with the idea of suggesting that Capain Kirk is a pansy, would get them to stop arguing with each other. But for sure, they'd come after me. They probably don't have weapons, or they would have killed each other already.) ps. Eb, I would like to see your list. Everyone should cut you some slack on it, as you haven't heard Mark Gloster and Big Rubber Shark, and the works of other fine "fgz." ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 1 Mar 1999 21:53:44 -0500 (EST) From: Ross Overbury Subject: Re: supermodel bait... On Mon, 1 Mar 1999 Mark_Gloster@3com.com wrote: > ps. Eb, I would like to see your list. Everyone > should cut you some slack on it, as you haven't > heard Mark Gloster and Big Rubber Shark, and > the works of other fine "fgz." I wanna hear Eb play! Ross, remembering* the time when Mike Breen got lambasted for discussing his own band on list. * not fondly ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 01 Mar 1999 19:11:34 -0800 From: Jean Katherine Rossner Subject: three times is magic >From: MARKEEFE@aol.com > I've really come to like this album quite a bit, but, yeah, I have to >agree: NO ALBUM is enjoyable more than, maybe, three times in a row (and that >would have to be, like, your first three listens to some brand new album that >you've really been looking forward to). Hmm. When I find one of those "just right; I'm in love" albums, it's generally on the player three times a day (OK, that's not quite the same thing as three times in a row, but almost) for a couple of weeks--until I have it pretty much memorized, I guess. And enjoyable every one of those times. *** Today the Psychopathology class took a break from discussing specific disorders and spent time on gender/racial/cultural/sexual bias in the DSM. The major presentation (because two of the planned presenters were unavoidably absent) was on anti-homosexual bias, e.g. with the Gender Identity Disorder diagnosis and its misuses. I can't believe I forgot to play Uncorrected Personality Traits... (If anybody's still following me on the DSM Songs project: I found songs for almost everything. Still looking for something for Schizotypal Personality Disorder, and I do think there must be an appropriate RH song if only I could figure out what it is: some of the more surrealistic stuff, which doesn't mean RH is Schizotypal or schizophrenic but only that he can sound that way at times. And unless I decide to use "You Oughtta Know" for Borderline PD--it's almost perfect but probably not suitable for playing in class--that's still missing from the list. Last-minute suggestions still welcome...) Katherine - -- Ye knowe ek, that in forme of speche is chaunge Withinne a thousand yere, and wordes tho That hadden pris, now wonder nyce and straunge Us thinketh hem, and yit they spake hem so. - Chaucer, "Troilus and Criseyde" ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 01 Mar 1999 20:53:45 PST From: "Capitalism Blows" Subject: ouch! not that anybody need give a flying fuck about my misery. but, fugazi played here last night, and much to my dismay, i couldn't go, 'cause i had to be at work. i actually was working while i was at work, but that's kinda besides the point. i'd been thinking about loaning the old recorder to a friend on friday night, so that he could tape fugazi for me. (the same bloke what took our group pix at bumbershoot, for what it's worth.) but we got split up before the show began, and i really didn't feel like looking for him after. ANYWAYS, it turns out that sleater-kinney opened for fugazi, unannounced!!! could you believe that? better had i not known, really. now i'm *really* bummin', 'specially with mr. bern bypassing seattle on his west coast swing this week. i've been trying all day to think of a band that were better than sugar during the mid-'90's there, and i just can't come up with one. so i'm afraid my vote stands. http://leb.net/iac/ "As we often see in US foreign policy, other nations' attempts to defend themselves from US attacks are defined as aggression." --Jake Sexton ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 01 Mar 1999 22:56:53 -0600 From: Miles Goosens Subject: AV1 [was Re: Star-fucking in Chicago] At 11:38 AM 3/1/99 -0500, MARKEEFE@aol.com wrote: >you've really been looking forward to). Oh, but I can't say that I agree >about there being any "truly wretched" songs on "Apple Venus." I'd give >"Fruit Nut" (the 2nd Moulding track) a "pretty forgettable," but not a "truly >wretched." And I actually like his other contribution. Yeah, what are you people on saying that Colin "has lost it" and such like? Hm? Hm? I finally got the time tonight to give AV1 its second thorough listen, which I not only enjoyed much more than my first one (the phrase that kept coming to mind was "SKYLARKING, only done right this time"), but Colin's songs seemed to fit perfectly in the context of the album. Heck, even a "pretty forgettable" verdict seems unlikely from a list where so many folks love the K**ks -- "Frivolous Tonight" has a real VGPS vibe, and "Fruit Nut" sports the best line on the whole album, "A man must have a shed to keep him sane." Think I'll put that on my family crest. Obligatory Robyn comment: I think he'd like "Fruit Nut" lots. later, Miles np: Chrys&themums, THE BABY'S HEAD ================================================== Miles Goosens R. Stevie Moore website, now with sound! http://www.rsteviemoore.com My personal page, all silent all the time: http://www.mindspring.com/~outdoorminer/miles Join the Wire Mailing List: http://www.mindspring.com/~outdoorminer/wire ================================================== ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 01 Mar 1999 21:13:28 -0800 From: "Russ Reynolds" Subject: peanut butter RULES. >lj, eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich-- come on, everybody! join >me! it will be better than Hands Across America! If you love peanut butter you gotta try this: Peanut butter & animal cookies. Spread a heapin' helping of Jiff (it's gotta be Jiff) between two pink & white animal cookies. Eat and repeat until out of cookies. Continue eating peanut butter with knife until jar is empty. Make note to buy more peanut butter. I've got it down to a science. - -rUss ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 01 Mar 1999 23:27:18 -0600 From: Zloduska Subject: Re: Star-fucking in Chicago MK wrote: > I've really come to like this album quite a bit, but, yeah, I have to >agree: NO ALBUM is enjoyable more than, maybe, three times in a row (and that >would have to be, like, your first three listens to some brand new album that >you've really been looking forward to). Eh? Not true! I *usually* listen to an album about 3, 4, or 5 times before I move onto the next one. Occasionally, if I'm in the mood I will listen to the same album (sometimes even the same *song*) all day/night long. And they mostly the same albums, which I've had for a long time. Examples of perfect all-nighter or while-you're-asleep album: A Homage to _Neu!_, tribute album; Dirty Three, Ocean Songs; Plush, More You Becomes You; Jacobites, (self-titled); Rufus Wainwright, (s-t); and possibly GZM's 'Barafundle'. You stand corrected! ;-) ~kjs ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 2 Mar 1999 02:08:53 EST From: MARKEEFE@aol.com Subject: Re: AV1 [was Re: Star-fucking in Chicago] In a message dated 3/1/99 9:00:20 PM, outdoorminer@mindspring.com writes: << Yeah, what are you people on saying that Colin "has lost it" and such like? Hm? Hm? I finally got the time tonight to give AV1 its second thorough listen, which I not only enjoyed much more than my first one (the phrase that kept coming to mind was "SKYLARKING, only done right this time") >> Is this a common perception amongst XTC fans? I mean, I *love* Skylarking, but then I'm not an XTC fan. Maybe if I were deeply into the rest of their albums I'd think "Skylarking" was a sell-out or over-produced or something? Hmm. Nah. Dount it! It's a *great* album! I really like AV1 a lot, but it doesn't even come close to "Skylarking," for me. << , but Colin's songs seemed to fit perfectly in the context of the album. Heck, even a "pretty forgettable" verdict seems unlikely from a list where so many folks love the K**ks -- "Frivolous Tonight" has a real VGPS vibe, and "Fruit Nut" sports the best line on the whole album, "A man must have a shed to keep him sane." Think I'll put that on my family crest. >> Well, I think I gave the "pretty forgettable" verdict, but only to "Fruit Nut." Yeah, I think "Frivolous" *does* have a kind of "Village Green" appeal and is a really good song. But, nah, one good line (in "Fruit Nut") doesn't make a song for me. As Liz said: "It sounds like a commercial." And I think she meant that it sounded like a bad commercial -- not like a Who "Sell Out" commercial (see, Eb, how I weaved that in? ;-)). Whatever. We shouldn't quibble. We agree that AV1 is a really good album! :-) - -----Michael K. ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 2 Mar 1999 02:44:12 EST From: Insomnboy@aol.com Subject: Re: peanut butter RULES. In a message dated 3/1/99 9:15:38 PM Pacific Standard Time, rcreation@earthlink.net writes: > If you love peanut butter you gotta try this: Peanut butter & animal > cookies. Spread a heapin' helping of Jiff (it's gotta be Jiff) between two > pink & white animal cookies. Eat and repeat until out of cookies. Continue > eating peanut butter with knife until jar is empty. Make note to buy more > peanut butter. Jif??!!!!!! Not!!!! Skippy Creamy RULES man!!!!! ahem......Actually, peanut butter & those Danish butter cookies is quite nice too. I'll have to try the animal cookies though, sounds good. Russell in LA ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 2 Mar 1999 08:19:22 -0500 From: Natalie Jacobs Subject: Thoths and partridges >no matter how good an album is, can listening to it ten times in a row >ever be more than barely tolerable though? I was exaggerating, actually. I think that they "only" played AV1 about 4-5 times, but that was enough to set my teeth a-grinding. I swear, if I heard "Fruit Nut" one more time, I was going to track Colin Moulding down myself and give him a kick in the... err, nuts. Even "In the Aeroplane" can't take such treatment, and "Fruit Nut" sure as hell ain't no "Holland 1945." >Nope. I was so excited by Natalie's amazing success (I was standing >behind her) that all the the things I'd planned to say flew out of my >mind. I really wanted to tell him how cute he is. He is so CUTE! DAMN! Oh, Viv, don't forget his hands! *swoon* :) >You call this long? It's 5K. That's no travelogue, kiddo. Do try harder >next time. It's a travelogue by my standards. Anyway, I save my verbiage for my 10,000-word stories. I'm on a word budget, you know. >It was great speaking with gnat, by the way. She is, and Dolph agrees, >one of the best. Mutual Admiration Dept.: the first sentence out of my mouth when I got off the phone with Jeme was a delighted cry of "What a nice guy!" I have witnesses to prove this. >I find your Thoth to be a bit thin and scraggly. All of my tinfoil "art" is thin and scraggly. Nature of the beast - it hurts my fingers to twist together large masses of tinfoil. I like them skinny, they look like Giacometti sculptures. I wish I could have taught Andy Partridge to make them. He would have made cool ones, I bet. n., still looking forward to giving Robyn a tinfoil Thoth someday ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 2 Mar 1999 08:28:24 -0600 From: amadain Subject: Re: three times is magic >(If anybody's still following me on the DSM Songs project: I found songs >for almost everything. Still looking for something for Schizotypal >Personality Disorder, and I do think there must be an appropriate RH song >if only I could figure out what it is: some of the more surrealistic Two words: Gary Numan. "Observer" and "Me I Disconnect From You" seem the most obvious off the top of my head, but it's a strong theme throughout his work (particularly "Replicas" and "The Pleasure Principle"). (*clears throat*) Yes, we are back from London! Too tired to say anything much at the moment really. We saw a lot, we walked a lot, we took a lot of pictures which will be up on a website someday provided we can afford to develop them all :). Bought more books than music, which surprised me, but there were some music finds as well. We did meet up with Gary Sedgwick, who is a capital fellow, and yes, there are pictures (though not developed yet of course). If you are ever in London, find out where his band Fly is playing, they are quite good! That's it for now I guess. I still have a lot to catch up on, haven't even unpacked yet or anything. Love on ya, Susan ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 2 Mar 1999 09:51:59 -0500 From: lj lindhurst Subject: Re: peanut butter RULES. >> If you love peanut butter you gotta try this: Peanut butter & animal >> cookies. Spread a heapin' helping of Jiff (it's gotta be Jiff) between two >> pink & white animal cookies. Eat and repeat until out of cookies. >Continue >> eating peanut butter with knife until jar is empty. Make note to buy more >> peanut butter. >Jif??!!!!!! Not!!!! Skippy Creamy RULES man!!!!! ahem......Actually, peanut >butter & those Danish butter cookies is quite nice too. I'll have to try the >animal cookies though, sounds good. > You know what's REALLY good? TINFOIL and peanut butter! Put the Peanut Butter of Your Choice between two slices of Reynolds Wrap* and voila! Peanut butter quesadillas! It's great, try it! lj, who is minutes away from playing the new XTC album for the FIRST TIME!! (some nice boy brought it home for me) *or is "Diamond" the foil of preference? ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 2 Mar 1999 10:51:57 -0500 (EST) From: Christopher Gross Subject: It's a holiday.... Happy Dr. Seuss's birthday, everyone! Theodore Giesel would have been 95 today. Did anyone mention Dr. Seuss in the FegBooks thread? I can't remember. - --Chris ______________________________________________________________________ Christopher Gross On the Internet, nobody knows I'm a dog. chrisg@gwu.edu ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 2 Mar 1999 14:31:44 EST From: MARKEEFE@aol.com Subject: Re: three times is magic In a message dated 99-03-01 22:16:25 EST, you write: << > I've really come to like this album quite a bit, but, yeah, I have to >agree: NO ALBUM is enjoyable more than, maybe, three times in a row (and that >would have to be, like, your first three listens to some brand new album that >you've really been looking forward to). Hmm. When I find one of those "just right; I'm in love" albums, it's generally on the player three times a day (OK, that's not quite the same thing as three times in a row, but almost) for a couple of weeks--until I have it pretty much memorized, I guess. And enjoyable every one of those times. >> Oh, absolutely -- if you space out the playings a little bit, then 2 or 3 times a day for a week or two doesn't seem outrageous to me at all. In fact, all three of my favorite new albums (Wilco, Sleater, XTC) have pretty much been getting that treatment. I just find that there's something maddening about something ending and then starting up again right away . . . I feel like that guy in Zentropa when the train starts going back the other direction (sorry for the obscure reference, but that's *just* what it's like :-)). Also, that phenomenon of hearing the same thing over and over will always remind me of the dreaded pre-Tori Amos experience (have I mentioned this before?). She showed up about an hour and a half late, leaving us all packed like sardines in a stiflingly hot little club (a friend of mine actually passed out) wherein we were subjected to 5 or 6 back-to-back playings of Patsy Cline's "12 Greatest Hits" (which is a very short album). There'd be a pause at the end of the CD. We'd all hold our breaths, hoping that someone in charge was listening. But then, sure enough, "Walking After Midnight" would issue forth again and the unshakable dream-spiral into pergatory would begin anew. So I'll thank you not to even mention back-to-back playings of albums in the future, if you don't mind! ;-) - ------Michael K., who was only able to regain his love for Patsy Cline by getting rid of "12 Greatest Hits" and getting "The Patsy Cline Story," which is a really nice 24 track best of; most importantly, the sequencing is different :-) ------------------------------ End of fegmaniax-digest V8 #75 ******************************