From: owner-fegmaniax-digest@smoe.org (fegmaniax-digest) To: fegmaniax-digest@smoe.org Subject: fegmaniax-digest V8 #234 Reply-To: fegmaniax@smoe.org Sender: owner-fegmaniax-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-fegmaniax-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk fegmaniax-digest Tuesday, July 6 1999 Volume 08 : Number 234 Today's Subjects: ----------------- Happy belated feg bidet [Mark Gloster ] Re: Texas Fegs [PollHG@aol.com] Morphine ["Linnig" ] lyrics: sally was a legend [four episode lesbian ] It's July 5th, do you know where your weasels are? [Ethyl Ketone ] JFS pre-order [tanter ] jewels, etc. [four episode lesbian ] [Fwd: the face of death.....] [Joel Mullins ] stop & stammer article [four episode lesbian ] Random notes from a returning vacationer [Natalie Jacobs ] leave the building, already [Bayard ] Re: Texas Fegs [steve ] more on south park [michelle wiener ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Sun, 04 Jul 1999 07:09:35 -0700 From: Mark Gloster Subject: Happy belated feg bidet Yesterday was the anniversary of the birth of Michael Wolfe! Sorry I missed it on your real one, you yankeedoodledandy, you. Everyone should hum at least two and a half bars of YDD (try to sound more like James Cagney rather than James T. Kirk, as I did yesterday) and the happy bidet song for him. Even better if you can go back to yesterday and do it. Happies all, - -Markg ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 5 Jul 1999 11:00:23 EDT From: PollHG@aol.com Subject: Re: Texas Fegs In a message dated 7/4/99 9:07:48 PM Central Daylight Time, skmull@swbell.net writes: Hey Texas Fegs, < Subject: Morphine I heard a rumor that Mark Sandman of Morphine had a heart attack during a concert recently in Italy. Can anyone else heard this? If this is true, my list of 'A' artists/bands is dwindling like an endangered species. Later The Other Terry ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 05 Jul 1999 12:39:56 -0400 From: four episode lesbian Subject: lyrics: sally was a legend Sally was a legend Sally was a legend in my heart Sally was a legend So we had to keep ourselves apart Push the dream toward me I can see a flower in the dark I can understand you I don't understand the sacred heart Sally was a legend Sure as I can walk around this room And the truth is evil It's an evil truth to you-know-who I can point to Norway I can point to Norway with my fist Sally was a legend Sure as there are veins beneath her wrist Even with her eyes shut She can see the faces on her lids She could see me crying That was long before I ever did And it's been a lifetime And with you I celebrate my life Sally was a legend Now she's at the table with a knife Sally was a legend Sally was a legend, yeah Sally was a legend Sally was a legend, yeah ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 5 Jul 1999 10:25:25 -0700 From: Ethyl Ketone Subject: It's July 5th, do you know where your weasels are? At 12.04 PM -0700 7/1/99, JH3 wrote: >* The Journal of Vaguely Scientific Things Is that published by the Museum of Jurrasic Technology???? At 2.05 AM -0700 7/2/99, mrrunion@palmnet.net wrote: But, what the filmmakers did (I mean, the real >filmmakers, the UCF guys) was take their actors up into the woods, issue >them the barest of scripts, and then basically deprive them of sleep, food, >etc...making the actors truly go schizo for a time. The horror you see on >screen is partially real...in a sense. A couple of us at work have been discussing this. Apparently the filmakers also disappeared after they gave the actors the scripts . But at night they tormented the actors with eerie noises and all, effectively frightening them so bad, that they truly freak, not just act freak. Sounds pretty wierd to me but can't wait to see it. At 2.53 AM -0700 7/5/99, Stewart Russell 3295 Analyst_Programmer wrote: > Stewart > (learning Welsh while Catherine learns Albanian, and we're > both recovering from seeing "The Idiots".) All I remember from my visit to Albania is Yo - yes and Po - No. And learning to drive with one hand perpetually on the horn. But one of my friends, after 2 years there in the Peace Corps, is quite fluent. She says it does not relate to any other language in that region. Well, the country isn't like any other in that region either. Bunkers. 100s of thousands of bunkers. Honeycombed hills of bunkers. Roman roads, venetian housing clinging to hillsides, commie condos with no hallway lighting and pigs roaming around the piles of garbage out the front door, water from the hours of 3 to 6 in the morning and 4 to 5 in the afternoon, roadblocks still in place, men riding the mule and their women walking behind, beautiful completely painted churches up in the mountains (well, the country is nearly all mountain) with soldier grafitti all over the frescos from the government using them as military barracks, american "spy" planes on display in the museum as examples of americas imminent invasion... overall, a pretty strange place. Definately the strangest I have ever visited. Mexican God and Antwoman rule. Be Seeing You, - - c "Questions are a burden for others. Answers are a prison for oneself." **************************************************************************** M.E.Ketone/C.Galbraith meketone@ix.netcom.com carrieg@blueplanetsoftware.com ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 05 Jul 1999 12:28:17 -0500 From: tanter Subject: RE: Happy belated feg bidet AND TEXAS FEGS Yesterday, the 4th, was also the birthday of one Robyn Tanter, he turned 6 (which means he starts first grade on Aug. 11!!!). I'm planning to send Alex to the Dallas show on Aug. 8--anyone going north who wants to carpool or maybe even crash at our place, email me. We're about 2 hrs southwest of Dalls (65mi sw of Ft. Worth) but on rte 377. Marcy ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 05 Jul 1999 12:34:34 -0500 From: tanter Subject: JFS pre-order $12.99 at Amazon, too. Marcy L. Tanter Assistant Professor of English Tarleton State University Stephenville, TX 76401 254-968-9892 (9039 to leave a message) ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 05 Jul 1999 13:58:26 -0400 From: four episode lesbian Subject: jewels, etc. fegs, so, i've been living with a copy of jewels for sophia for a week or so now and have been mulling over it quite a bit. it hasn't elicited a holy-shit response like some others have had, but then none of robyn's records have really ever done that for me (and it doesn't happen too often either -- i can only remember two albums doing that in the past few years: in the aeroplane over the sea and veda hille's spine). that said, i do like it quite a bit. stand-outs are "sally was a legend" (swoon), "mexican god", "i feel beautiful", "sweet mouth", and "antwoman" (hmmm -- mostly songs that were not commonly performed live over the past couple years). the raucous songs (sea-tac, nasa and jade) are fun but don't do much for me -- they're raucous in 4/4 which isn't too interesting (yeah, i know most everything robyn writes is 4/4, so i'm inconsistent -- tough). older tunes like "antwoman" and "jewels for sophia" aren't arranged too differently from how i expected, but the former roils with intrigue while the latter is pretty blase. "guilford" and "dark princess" didn't strike me too much at first, but the musical elements are subtlely engaging over repeated listens -- especially in headphones (most of my listens had been in the car or through the computer speakers). i have trouble taking "cheese alarm" seriously and was surprised to see it make the album, but i like the way it was arranged. paul sez: >So I guess the JfS version of IFB doesn't have the vibes solo... God I love >that version on XMAS Party, it just works for me. I was really hoping he >would do something like that.... fret not: the vibes are there, but the solo is a different -- but similar - --nifty instrument which *really* fits the song (be patient -- it's a really pleasant surprise!). other stuff... eddie sez: >the South Park movie is fuckin' AWESOME! yeah...saw it yesterday. for the most part, i chuckled quietly throughout (there i go being too hip for my own good again) but (literally) fell out of my seat in tears when cartman discovered his secret powers. >golly, it made my heart so warm to see >all these 10-12 year old kids there with their mothers! ha! ha! i didn't >notice anybody getting up and leaving, though. two older teenagers walked in right before it started and sat down next to us with a little girl who probably wasn't more than six years old. babysitting, we guessed. they got up and left after saddam hussein pulled out the second dildo. >the only kind of bogus thing was that they put a *lot* of songs in there, well, i liked the songs and will pony up my ill-gotten profits to buy the soundtrack. i'd love to see a broadway musical based on the film. can you imagine bette midler as kyle's mom? waaah! michelle sez: >About South Park: i'm going to see it at some point, but i'm wondering if >the expletives are still funny. i think what makes the show hilarious is >the bleeps. without the bleeps, do you still have an edge? yes. >which reminds me, has Gravel Pit been discussed yet? no. i think i may have a gravel pit album around here somewhere. i know i have a promo ep which q division was selling a few months ago. ah, here it is: two tacks from _silver gorilla_ and a couple unreleased things. they're alright. i'm pretty sure i've seen them play live -- they play around new haven a lot (you would too if at least a couple members of your band were from around here) -- but i don't have any conscious recollection of having done so. i did see their rhythm section back fellow qdivisioner merrie amsterburg in new york a couple weeks ago though. oh, while i'm on a qdivision kick, let me recommend jules verdone to those craving someone else in the vein of aimee mann, jen trynin or penelope houston. jules has two records on qdivision. the more recent one, _diary of a liar_, was of my favorites from last year. woj ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 05 Jul 1999 13:46:15 -0700 From: Joel Mullins Subject: [Fwd: the face of death.....] The Other Terry asked about Mark Sandman. Yes, he died of a heart attack late Saturday night. Here's the original post that S Dwarf sent: By the way, that really sucks. They were a damn good band! Date: Sun, 4 Jul 1999 07:06:56 -0700 (PDT) From: S Dwarf Subject: the face of death..... To: Queen Elvis /stolen from sfgate.com/ Lead singer of Boston rock group Morphine dies in Italy Sunday, July 4, 1999 (07-04) 06:00 PDT ROME (AP) -- The lead singer of the Boston rock band Morphine, Mark Sandman, has died of a heart attack at a concert outside Rome, police said Sunday. Sandman, 47, collapsed on stage in front of several thousand spectators just before midnight Saturday night. A doctor tried to revive him and failed, police said, and Sandman was pronounced dead en route to a nearby hospital. The ANSA news agency said he collapsed during the group's second number at a concert at a three-day music festival at the Giardini del Principe in Palestrina outside Rome. The festival endsSunday and ANSA said the final night will be dedicated to Sandman, who played bass, sang and wrote songs. Morphine is a guitar-less trio which includes Dana Colley on saxophone and Billy Conway on drums. The band started out playing loft parties and bars around Boston and Cambridge in the early 1990s and built a solid cult following. Morphine has released four albums: Good, Cure for Pain, yes, and Like Swimming. _________________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get your free @yahoo.com address at http://mail.yahoo.com ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 05 Jul 1999 14:46:43 -0400 From: four episode lesbian Subject: stop & stammer article fegs, the following article appeared in the december 1998 issue of stomp and stammer, a free atlanta-based music magazine and appears here (and, sooner or later, on the fegsite) with the permission of the author, susan moll. she, in fact, approached me about having this and her upcoming article about jewels for sophia made available on the list and the website). if you'd like a print copy of the magazine, back issues are available for $1 from stomp and stammer p.o. box 55233 atlanta, ga 30308 usa enjoy! woj ___ A couple of points: - - Some of the info (like the Jewels for Sophia release date) is dated...at press time, the release date was tentatively set for spring 1999. - - The intro may seem cheesy and self-indulgent, although it honestly wasn't meant to be so...it describes my first encounter with RH's music. I don't recall another time when I've had such a powerful reaction to someone's music, especially upon hearing it for the first time. - - I ended up failing the geology class I ditched for this interview. My school let me graduate anyway, though. - - Feel free to contact me with any comments, etc.: susan331@earthlink.net Published in Stomp & Stammer, Dec. 1998 www.stompandstammer.com Element of Light: The Silver Screen Makes Room for Another Hitchcock By Susan Moll I spent my entire adolescence in therapy to treat a serious depression that came upon me shortly before my 13th birthday, and the better part of it on drugs to treat it. The first psychiatrist who evaluated me recommended hospitalization. My sadistic classmates went to their friends’ houses or athletic practices after school. I went to intensive counseling sessions as frequently as three times a week when I was in the most danger of doing something appalling to myself. The most ridiculous part of it all was the fact that everybody around me expected me to plaster a smile across my face like a Laidlaw bus passenger and behave as though my life and health and moods were fine when the gaping wound in my heart and the malfunctioning neurotransmitters in my brain made them anything but. “Enjoy life!” I was told. “Lighten up!” I regret not administering strong belts across the face to everyone who said such things to me. Had my mother allowed me near the work of Sylvia Plath I’d have enveloped myself in it with macabre elation, but she didn’t want any more morbid ideas in my head than there already were. So I turned to my big, shiny stereo with nifty floor speakers that came up to my waist. Naturally, my listening library was appropriate to my mood-- especially during high school-- and much of my free time was spent holed up in my room with Morrissey and Depeche Mode and Siouxsie and the Banshees and the Cure and the Church. One day, during my sophomore year in a high school even more brutal than my junior high, my friend loaned me her copy of a tape called -Perspex Island- by someone named Robyn Hitchcock and his band, the Egyptians. (This was the year of “So You Think You’re In Love.”) I had no idea in hell who he was, but popped the tape into my stereo anyway. I was too mired in my neverending funk to notice the clouds parting overhead when “Oceanside” began. all I noticed at that point in time was the strange, almost-nasally quality of the guy’s voice. It was the total antithesis to the gloom and doom in which I was immersed: “Maybe I will find today/maybe I will lose tomorrow/Gonna rock on to the oceanside.” I was amazed, blown away by the gleeful energy and the inventiveness and the optimism and joy of it all. Hitchcock had accomplished an impossible mission. I was -happy-. Completely happy. Deliriously happy. In the morose depths of the Morrissey and Depeche that blackened my music collection, Hitchcock was as awkward as Gloria Steinem at a Promise Keepers convention, but I didn’t care. His noise penetrated me deeper than the metric tons of -fluoxetine hydrochloride- capsules I swallowed over that period ever did. My copy of -Perspex- plays as well now as it did when I first dubbed it, and although I still have a spot in my heart for Morrissey’s mewling whinery it’s a lot more than I can say for my fuzzy-sounding copies of - -Kill Uncle- and -Viva Hate-. # # # “Is this an interview? Oh, what’s your name?” Hi Robyn. It’s me. “Great. Where are you calling from?” Sacramento. California’s capital and home to a really horrible basketball team. “Yeah, yeah. Didn’t Richard Nixon have a place there?” Uh... no. Tricky Dick’s grotto of destruction and infamy resides in Whittier, about seven or eight hours south of here. Far, far away. (Thank God.) Pause. “Boy, I’m off the mark there!” I’ve ditched geology lecture (for the tenth or eleventh time) for this. “I think it’s best if you ask something specifically and then I can answer it, rather than me just giving you a broadcast manifesto,” says he. “Have you heard the thing?” The “thing” to which the 45-year-old former Soft Boy-turned-soloist-turned-Egyptian-turned soloist again refers is - -Storefront Hitchcock-. It’s a cinematic documentary of someone equipped with a limitless imagination and an effortless knack for viewing the world with an idiosyncratic vision that’s at once on-the-mark and off-the-wall. He’s a product of the rare and marvelous alignment of the stars and planets and constellations that results in Picassos and Dalis and Burroughs. An alignment that compelled Jonathan Demme to capture, in action, the Englishman in New York. The origin of -Storefront Hitchcock- is the stuff of which Hollywood lore is made. Director mysteriously appears through trapdoor. Director and subject instantly click. Director and subject consider collaborating on some project or other. “I thought he just wanted to direct a video or something, like maybe one song, which would’ve been fantastic,” Hitchcock remembers. “We talked for about 10-15 minutes and they melted into the night.” That was in April of 1995. What began as a simple, adoring bond between artist and fan developed even further. -Storefront- was filmed at breakneck speed over a two-day period in December 1996. Hitchcock, whom Demme dubbed “the Lewis Carroll for the millennium” (obviously unaware that the aberrant - -Alice in Wonderland- scribe had a penchant for photographing young girls au natural), kicked out the jams with his back to the window in an abandoned building in the Village. “I’d been on a diet so I was in quite good shape,” Hitchcock says. “My trousers were actually slightly too short-- I bought a pair that were a size short for me-- so my legs look a bit unnaturally-long.” Aside from its big, powerful distributor (MGM) and its director, - -Storefront- is a distinctly un-Hollywood production that could very well shake the tinsel from Tinseltown. The sources of the action on the celluloid are, simply, Hitchcock, his six-string, Deni Bonet, her violin, and sometimes Tim Keegan and his guitar. No wowie-zowie effects from Industrial Light and Magic, no stunt doubles, no naughty bits, no sinking boats, no overinflated Hollywood egos. “He’s very easy to work with,” Hitchcock confides of Demme. “He’s not one of these big guys with a cigar--he hasn’t got even an -implied- cigar. You don’t feel that there’s this guy walking into a room and you all have to stand back from his presence, you know? He’s not pretentious, nor is he grand.” - -Storefront-, in its simplicity and lack of pretense, presents a badly-needed alternative to the horrendously-overbudgeted retard-o-ramas that besmirch contemporary American cinema. But such an approach can yield one of two results: Its user is either lauded as a genius for his/her inventive use of Spartan minimalism or branded the biggest damned cheapie in the history of all humanity. In Demme’s case, the former won out. “I think what he liked about it was that it was very simple,” Hitchcock recalls. “There wasn’t a band or a lighting rig or lots of amplifiers or anything. It was just quiet, simple entertainment. We could very much have just come walking up to his table with the violin and the guitar and sort of serenaded him like some Romanians in the middle of a meal or something. And I think he enjoyed that sort of proto-Gypsy element.” Much of the picture’s soundtrack consists of treasures mined from the extraordinary masterwork -Moss Elixir-. Its best track, the tender, painfully-heartrending “Heliotrope” was absent, but the rollicking “Alright, Yeah” and the soundtrack-only “Beautiful Queen” were, thankfully, not. It’s all interspersed with Hitchcock’s eccentric banter (who but he could liken religion to pornography in the age of the Religious Reich and get away with it?) The music is pure, organic, and overdub-free. “What you hear is what you see,” explains Hitchcock. “That was a very satisfying thing about making this record. It’s probably one of the most honest records I’ve made ‘cause nothing has been fixed up afterwards. I think as a musician, you always want to overdub. You think, ‘Yippee! The 24-track machine! I’ve only used three! Let’s put in multi-track harmonies and piano and everything else!’ But, very often, that actually just dilutes the song. The good thing about this record is how undiluted the performances are. There isn’t even a great deal of reverb on the voice.” Penned especially for the flick were “Let’s Go Thundering,” “1974,” “No, I Don’t Remember Guildford” and “Where Do You Go When You Die?” “I don’t know whether my songs develop or whether they just go in cycles, you know?” Hitchcock muses, contemplatively. “I go through a cycle of doing songs that are more comic or songs that are more downbeat, or songs with lots of images in them and then songs that are more sparse. I’ve never really developed any particular way. People sometimes say, ‘Oh, man! He’s not hiding behind the words anymore.’ But I was never hiding behind the words-- I just used to have a lot of words. And I realized that having too many words makes you run out of breath, so I try and write songs with fewer words in them now. “I think songwriters change,” he continues. “You are what nourishes you. You’re as good as the soil you grow out of. The same stuff isn’t being fed into your system that ya had ten years ago.” Between his first encounter with Demme, the filming of -Storefront- and now, Hitchcock was, true to form, a busy boy. Popping up in more unexpected places than Soy Bomb, he contributed bits and pieces to Grant Lee Buffalo’s -Jubilee-, among other -projets de musique-. He also put together a new studio album, tentatively titled -Jewels for Sophia- and due out in May; among his studiomates were Keegan, Peter Buck, and GLB ringleader Grant Lee Phillips. “The sessions I did in LA-- Grant’s on about three or four songs,” Hitchcock reveals. “He’s playing bass, he’s playing guitar, doing harmony, making sort of bleating, shrieking noises. It’s all men on their hind legs playing guitar.” But he managed to steer clear of the frightening degree of testosterone toxicity that’s often inevitable when large groups of men cram into small spaces. “I try not to work with meatheads.” The day after the interview he barreled off to New York to deposit the first draft of his first novel, tentatively titled -The Ballad of Jacob Lurch-, at his agent’s headquarters. (“I won’t bore you with the plot,” he says when pressed for gory details. “Suffice it to say that by the end of the book, the beginning of the book couldn’t have happened.”) On his itinerary was also (surprise!) a stop at the third -Storefront- screening at the Hamptons. “I’ve been captured doing what I do at a time when I’ve been doing it for a long time, but not so long that it’s deteriorated or I’m sick of it,” Hitchcock says. “And it should last while I get older, sort of a portrait of Dorian Gray.” But don’t expect his relationship with Demme to end there. “If it does well, maybe he’ll make another one with me on an airship or something, in a barge in the middle of England or something. Or the Epcot Center in Florida: -Underwater Hitchcock- or - -Seaside Hitchcock-. Or -Railroad Hitchcock- in the back of a train. I think there’s limitless potential if we could find a backer.” It’s a mystic trip, indeed. ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 5 Jul 1999 18:07:10 -0400 (EDT) From: Natalie Jacobs Subject: Random notes from a returning vacationer 1. It was not my idea to spend my vacation in Buffalo, NY. I would have preferred to continue taking the 401 up north to Toronto to see Randi. 2. The section of Ontario between Detroit and Buffalo is one of the most boring places on earth. 3. I re-read "The Third Policeman" in the car. Goddamn, it's so Robynesque that Robyn should just give up on his novel now because Flann O'Brien's done it already. (And according to De Selby's theories, I have spent so long in the car that I am now at least 34% automobile.) 4. Livia is a bot. I bet you anything. 5. Gushing about Robyn: I prefer not to gush too much these days. On the XTC and Nick Drake lists people gush a lot and I find it kind of embarrassing. I think that as I've gotten older, I feel that emotional reactions to music are private and are best left either unsaid or understated. That said, I put "The Man Who Invented Himself" on a sampler tape to listen to in the car and would just like to say that the lines "And he landed right on target/But the target rolled away" are brilliant. And Robyn's got plenty of other moments that are worth noting... like the Quail's favorite bit: "'More than usual?' Dog said, 'Yeah!'" And there was the time when I was listening to "Veins of the Queen" while driving on a bridge high over the Saginaw River at sunset... ahh... :) But I think I'll leave the extended gushing to those who are more comfortable wearing their hearts on their sleeves. 6. Viv says she felt unfaithful to her favorite artists when she switched over from one to another. I must be inherently polygamous or something. While XTC have been my favorites for many years, I was intent on marrying Robyn when I was in high school, and these days I have no problem with wanting to marry Martin Phillipps while also wanting to bear Jeff Mangum's love child, and, given the invention of a time machine, I plan on having an affair with Nick Drake, provided I catch him on a good day. 7. Re. the Eaten By Her Own Dinner Dinner, where are the prawns? I make a mean shrimp curry... 8. I told a really good story in the car about an invisible 60-foot-high constipated buffalo named Roger. Maybe I'll post it to the list some day. 9. I'm sure there was something else, but I've forgotten it. 10. Aren't you relieved? 11. n. ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 05 Jul 1999 18:08:38 PDT From: Capitalism Blows Subject: Re: jewels, etc. actually, with the exception of Mexican God which, to my knowledge, has never been performed live, i'd say he's been performing all of these with relative frequency. maybe not over the past couple years, as most of them are newer than that. but Antwoman has been a veritable staple, really. see, how could *anybody* not want to run out and see this movie *immediately*, having read woj's teaser? _______________________________________________________________ Get Free Email and Do More On The Web. Visit http://www.msn.com ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 5 Jul 1999 22:18:25 -0400 (EDT) From: Bayard Subject: leave the building, already >>official feglist costello nay-sayer > I think my line of way back when stating that Elvis the Younger is full of > "crappy sentimentality" alone should merit the prize. And I've said > worse... and will again if that's what it takes. afraid so... Doc still holds the title of all-time champeen for his "Costello sounds like he's binge-snorting helium" observation during the annoying vocals thread. my aim is true, =b ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 5 Jul 1999 22:12:54 -0500 From: steve Subject: Re: Texas Fegs >Are there any other Dallas area fegs? Looks like Della and I will be going to Dallas rather than Austin. For those of you that have not been to Deep Ellum Live, wear some comfy shoes, because there is no seating. It's just a big room with elevated bars on each side. If you get there early enough, you can sit on the half-walls that divide the bars from the main floor. Doors open at 8 and the show usually starts about 9:30. General Deep Ellum info: >www.deepellumtx.com< An alternate view: >www.criswell.edu/deep.htm< - - Steve _______________ We're all Jesus, Buddha, and the Wizard of Oz! - Andy Partridge ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 06 Jul 1999 00:07:17 -0400 From: michelle wiener Subject: more on south park i'd asked previously: >About South Park: i'm going to see it at some point, but i'm wondering if >the expletives are still funny. i think what makes the show hilarious is >the bleeps. without the bleeps, do you still have an edge? woj: yes. i agree completely. saw it this afternoon and this is the funniest damn movie i've seen in a good while. i was nervous that the show wouldn't be able to sustain a 90 min feature but it's incredibly fast paced. the full-blown "kyle's mom is a big fat bitch" is not to be missed. it had the whole audience clapping along. did anyone else stay til the very end of the credits? > >the only kind of bogus thing was that they put a *lot* of songs in there, > > well, i liked the songs and will pony up my ill-gotten profits to buy the > soundtrack. i'd love to see a broadway musical based on the film. can you > imagine bette midler as kyle's mom? waaah! i liked most of the songs, the opening montage and the les mis-esque ditty in particular. some of them seemed to drag, and i kept hoping for a Chef song--one appears on the soundtrack, which is an additional reason to purchase it. and yes, Sleepy Hollow looks really cool. i've always thought the burton-depp combo worked. michelle ------------------------------ End of fegmaniax-digest V8 #234 *******************************