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fegmaniax-digest         Monday, July 19 1999         Volume 08 : Number 258



                               Today's Subjects:
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  Re: Intelligent non-smoking dogs, etc.  [Christopher Gross <chrisg@gwis2.c]
  Robyn in Chill                        [ultraconformist@mail.weboffices.com]
  We will play no song before its time.  ["John B. Jones" <jbjones@spiritone]
  Re: I fear for the future of this nation.  [Ross Overbury <overbury@cn.ca>]
  oh, and another thing           ["Russ Reynolds" <rcreation@earthlink.net>]
  Re: oh, and another thing             [ultraconformist@mail.weboffices.com]
  Re: oh, and another thing                       [Eb <gondola@deltanet.com>]
  Re: rock and/or roll quote needed     [ultraconformist@mail.weboffices.com]
  Jeneane?                              [BC-Radio@corecom.net (Brett Cooper)]
  Re: Jeneane?                          [ultraconformist@mail.weboffices.com]
  Re: Janeane?                                    [Eb <gondola@deltanet.com>]
  Is this travelogue long enough, Jeme?  [Natalie Jacobs <gnat@cyberspace.or]
  Chill MABD, part last                                    [DDerosa5@aol.com]
  Re: fegmaniax-digest V8 #256      [David Librik <librik@jaka.ece.uiuc.edu>]
  smoKing guns and nuns and bill clinton and war and i'm really tempted to give you my list of <b+ artists list to watch your heads explode...  []
  Re: rock and/or roll quote needed                      [HSatterfld@aol.com]
  <sigh> various Janeane-age                   [Tom Clark <tclark@apple.com>]
  Re: rock and/or roll quote needed                          [overbury@cn.ca]
  Re: Is this travelogue long enough, Jeme?  [ultraconformist@mail.weboffice]

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Date: Sun, 18 Jul 1999 22:57:23 -0400 (EDT)
From: Christopher Gross <chrisg@gwis2.circ.gwu.edu>
Subject: Re: Intelligent non-smoking dogs, etc.

On Sun, 18 Jul 1999, JH3 wrote:

> For talking animals,
> I'd much sooner recommend Jonathan Lethem's "Gun, With
> Occasional Music".

Since we've segued from music to literature in our talking-dog thread,
someone has to mention Harlan Ellison's "A Boy and His Dog."  Or has
someone already mentioned it?  My memory, unfortunately, is exactly what
it used to be.  Anyway, it's not my favorite story, or even my favorite
Harlan Ellison story, but it sure does feature a sentient dog.

> I don't think this is strictly true. IMHO the most legitimate
> reason to be against smoking in the USA is the fact that the
> proportion of medical expenses incurred by smoking-related
> illnesses is way out of proportion to almost any other medical
> problem caused by preventable behavior - including gun violence.
> The resulting increased demand for health care drives up costs
> to the extent that people with serious conditions not caused
> by their own behavior can't afford to get properly treated for
> them.

I remember (or think I remember) reading an op-ed that claimed that
smokers actually *save* the health care system money: supposedly the
increased care they need in life is more than balanced out by the care
they don't require after they die early.  I have no idea if this accurate.  
Using the same reasoning, one would think that smokers also help keep
Social Security solvent.

- --Chris, who smoked a cheap clove at a party on July 3. >cough<

______________________________________________________________________
Christopher Gross             On the Internet, nobody knows I'm a dog.
chrisg@gwu.edu

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Date: Sun, 18 Jul 1999 22:32:02 -0600
From: ultraconformist@mail.weboffices.com
Subject: Robyn in Chill

>Hey all...
>
>JUST got back from Robyn's in-store appearance at the magical Quaker Bleeds
>Oats Rekkid Shop (not its real name, but I cannot remember its real name
>for the life of me...)

Quaker Goes Deaf. Possibly my favorite record store in the city, so I
remember the name (and how much money I have spent there over the last
couple years on Scott Walker imports, yow!).

>played)-- I remember hearing Deeeechirico St., Mexican God, a Joan Baez
>cover, Cynthia Mask, and Sleeping With Your Devil Mask.

"Silver Dagger". That and "Devil Mask" were the first two IIRC. Did anyone
else think he seemed a bit, well, uninterested is not the right way to put
it, but tired and a bit "going through the motions" during these first two?
I liked the opening bit a lot tho: "It is my duty and privilege to present:
Me" *laugh*.

There was quite a bit of interaction with the assembled mob, and a few
asides and one fairly funny story. Also a hilarious spontaneous "lounge"
version of "I Wanna Destroy You". Aside from that, no novelty-ish stuff at
all, which I was fairly happy about, as I'm a bit tired of "Gene Hackman"
et al. A really good, solid song selection and a crowd of people who were
all there to see Robyn, which made a great difference.

Incidentally, if these are a -really- important part of what you want to
see when you see Robyn, and you aren't that interested in the other bands,
I honestly think you may be better off going to the in-stores and skipping
the MABD show. I really found the in-store a lot more pleasant.

>Clothes report-- big shirt, with many colours.  Black jeans.

Men *sigh*. Those weren't jeans, they were these sort of drapy linen pants.
Incidentally, he was looking sort of drapey on Saturday too. Is this a new
Robyn fashion trend? I don't recall seeing him in drapey clothes previously.

Re: EAR

>could see why other people wouldn't like it.  He has loads of sound
>patterns laid upon each other, interacting and then Mr. Boom spends his
>time on stage with his back to the audience,

I can also see why people wouldn't like it. I thought it was really pretty
super cool. I loved the air of intense concentration he had. Watching him
twiddle stuff was pretty fascinating. I would -really- like to see that
gizmo up close tho, it looks like one fascinating machine.

One other thing about Sonic Boom that I think is (sorta) worth mentioning.
I hear tell the Feg women think Wayne is a good-looking feller. I don't
agree. I think Wayne is kinda smarmy. Sonic Boom is much more appealing. He
has great hair and nice hips and really sexy hands. Besides, he builds
complicated gizmos with Speak and Spells and sequencers and does a
determinedly minimalist non-show show with them. How cool is that?
Imagination + Chutzpah + Ability to build interesting gizmos out of Speak
and Spells + Great Hair + Great Hips + Nice Hands= a guy I surely wouldn't
kick out of bed. He's got it all over Wayne in the sex appeal department.

>if you posess such a thing.  He was all over that damn guitar, it was so
>great to hear him and see him tear that fucker up.  It's been several years
>since I've seen him just go nuts like that.

He was rockin'. Man, he was ACID rockin'. Who spiked his coffee?

I think Robyn ended up with Austin Powers' mojo. This is the only explanation.

Incidentally, since I'm on the topic of hair- I really think Robyn should
trim his a bit. It seemed to be getting in his way. I notice that he has
quit with the blinkercize tho, which is a very welcome change.

Re: Lips

>So overall, I liked their performance.  I wasn't too much into the video
>display with guys getting their brains blown out, or exploding airplanes,
>or surgical films of human hearts beating, etc.

Well, actually it was cool to see Leonard Bernstein alternating with big
explosions (nice little REM joke) for the first one. IMO the video thing
kind of wore itself out quick tho, which is why I actually spent much of
the show sitting down. Didn't really seem worth the effort of trying to
see, and that depressed me a little because I felt very old, suddenly :).

Love on ya,
Susan

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Date: 18 Jul 1999 19:53:30 -0700
From: "John B. Jones" <jbjones@spiritone.com>
Subject: We will play no song before its time.

Thank you Thank you so much

to the MO, OH, MI, and IL fegs for your reviews. you left no detail out.
setlists, hair, clothes, verbages, etc.  I get alot of joy out of reading
your accounts of the tour.

On the subject of Robyn not wanting to play Mexican God, because the album
isn't even out yet.....

???????? That is really odd!! He's always been an artist that previews
material long before it appears on an album. Hell, we know 3/4ths of the
new cd already just from material he's performed in the last 2 yrs.

Whatever!

=jbj=

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Date: Sun, 18 Jul 1999 23:59:48 -0400 (EDT)
From: Ross Overbury <overbury@cn.ca>
Subject: Re: I fear for the future of this nation.

So first I hear on the TV news there's an outbreak of locusts 
somewhere, then 

On Thu, 15 Jul 1999, Kenneth wrote:

> time to lie down
> next to the panting cat
> his two paws touch my ribs
> kneading
> and chirping

Um, Kenneth, is this cat coated in soft, fluffy hair or
smooth, shiny chitin?

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Date: Sun, 18 Jul 1999 21:51:55 -0700
From: "Russ Reynolds" <rcreation@earthlink.net>
Subject: oh, and another thing

What makes people think it's okay to toss a cigarette butt out of a car
window?

- -rUss

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Date: Mon, 19 Jul 1999 00:03:03 -0600
From: ultraconformist@mail.weboffices.com
Subject: Re: oh, and another thing

>What makes people think it's okay to toss a cigarette butt out of a car
>window?

I don't know, but when I used to ride my bike a lot I wasn't real thrilled
about it.

What makes people think it's ok to toss beer onto other people? Don't know
that one either.

Your question seems to be "What makes some people act like jerks?". This
mystery has been haunting man ever since the first Australopithecus threw
his leftover bones and entrails into his neighbor's cave. I do not think it
will ever be fully solved.

Love on ya,
Susan

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Date: Sun, 18 Jul 1999 22:20:43 -0800
From: Eb <gondola@deltanet.com>
Subject: Re: oh, and another thing

And why do fat, sweaty guys wear sleeveless shirts to bounce around packed
nightclub floors? Ugh. :)

Eb

PS  Expect to hear speculation that JFK Jr.'s plane was shot down by a
gunman on a grassy atoll.

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Date: Mon, 19 Jul 1999 00:29:08 -0600
From: ultraconformist@mail.weboffices.com
Subject: Re: rock and/or roll quote needed

>This is too much work so I would like to find a quote from some rock
>and roll star describing his or her job in a way that does not explicitly
>mention music.

How about "trying to make a dovetail joint"?

Love on ya,
Susan

Be-atle rhymes with Seattle

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Date: Sun, 18 Jul 1999 21:26:28 -0800
From: BC-Radio@corecom.net (Brett Cooper)
Subject: Jeneane?

Am I the only one who thinks Jeneane Garofolo (sp.) is a hottie?

Brett

*****************************************
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Wasilla, AK 99687
(907) 376-4520
http://www.corecom.net/~no6pp/Cooper_Collections.html

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Date: Mon, 19 Jul 1999 00:38:15 -0600
From: ultraconformist@mail.weboffices.com
Subject: Re: Jeneane?

>Am I the only one who thinks Jeneane Garofolo (sp.) is a hottie?

Oh dear no! I'd say about half the people I know think so. I don't have
much of an opinion one way or the other.

(Sonic Boom, on the other hand..... :))

I do think "Mystery Men" is going to be great. Any movie that has both Paul
Rubens and Tom Waits in it has to kick ass.

Love on ya,
Susan

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Date: Sun, 18 Jul 1999 22:57:18 -0800
From: Eb <gondola@deltanet.com>
Subject: Re: Janeane?

>Am I the only one who thinks Janeane Garofalo is a hottie?

Boy, she's right at the top of my "Most Overrated" list. I sure am sick of
her shtick. Oh well...on the bright side, as long as she keeps getting
acting roles, I won't have to see her doing stand-up, smirking about
sitting-duck targets like Hootie & The Blowfish, Fox TV and Mentos....

(What's worse, I bet she smokes, too. ;))

Eb, wondering how soon Dylan McDermott's agent will start fielding calls
from networks looking to cast DM in the inevitable JFK Jr. TV movie

------------------------------

Date: Mon, 19 Jul 1999 02:51:50 -0400 (EDT)
From: Natalie Jacobs <gnat@cyberspace.org>
Subject: Is this travelogue long enough, Jeme?

Whoo... just got back from Chicago only to discover about 50,000
feg-digests and the odd dearth of e-mail telling me where my new temp job
is (it's supposed to start tomorrow - or rather, today).  

So where do I begin?

Mullein.  I must begin with mullein.  It is a plant which grows to about
the height of your average British cult hero who writes songs about
insects, and it has fuzzy leaves which can be used to treat lung ailments.
There is a lot of mullein between Ann Arbor and Chicago.

I arrived Friday afternoon during a wave of immense clamminess which sat
on the city like a bad simile.  Viv picked me up in her car, Brenda Iron
Sledge, and I got to admire her Chemical Brothers sunglasses (tm).  We
hung out in the backyard with some of Viv's friends while a sadistic next
door neighbor played an entire Ben Folds Five album!  (God, Eb, how can
you stand those guys?  *shudder*)  But we survived.

The next day, we went shopping and prepared for the EBHODD.  I also got to
stop in at a couple of cool record stores, where I bought the Gerbils
album (this is the E6 band consisting of members of Neutral Milk Hotel,
sans Jeff Mangum), and also the Throwing Muses' "Fat Skier" EP.  I was
happy.  I helped Viv make her chickpea dish and cut up some strips of
"skin" (actually, it was mountain bread, but it looked like skin).  Then
the guests arrived: the aforementioned Fegs along with two friends of
Susan's, Jake and Diantha.  The latter was - by a bizarre coincidence -
wearing the same shoes as me.  I was traumatized, but managed to get over
it.

So to eat, we had the Cheese Alarm platter, strawberries, peach pie with
Weetabix crust, Napoleon Et Chicken, hummus, chickpeas, skin, chapatis,
mackeral sushi, a long red bottle of wine, and various other Robynesque
delicacies.  The crowning achievement was Viv's ice cream hands, which
were not only very cool looking but also delicious.  I had helped cut out
some of the hands, but mine all looked like Django Reinhardt's hands, or
else leper's hands.  But they still tasted good.

We arrived at the show partway through Sonic Boom's set.  I couldn't
figure out how he could get all that noise out of Speak 'n' Spells.  The
rest of the crowd seemed equally confused.  He spent the whole set bending
over a console intently twiddling away at various knobs and switches,
without acknowledging the audience.  I have to say I haven't quite seen
anything like it, but then, I haven't seen a lot of things.

Then it was Robyn's turn.  I have never seen Robyn live before, though
I've been listening to him for a good ten years - he's passed through Ann
Arbor many times but I always seem to be in the wrong place.  So I got a
big thrill just from seeing him walk on stage.  (I felt the same way when
I saw Kristin Hersh, whom I had also missed seeing about five times).
Boy, his trousers were ugly.  Nothing that ugly should be that large.
People were yelling requests, and one wag yelled "Golden Hair!" which
Robyn unfortunately decided to ignore.  His set was, of course, far too
short, and he seemed uncomfortable - this wasn't his crowd.  Most of the
people in the audience didn't seem familiar with his material, though he
got plenty of applause.  (After "Glass Hotel," someone nearby said in
astonishment, "Hey, that's a good tune!")  He did some great guitar-hero
pyrotechnics on a couple of songs and his version of "Autumn Is Your Last
Chance" (with waves of heavy distortion) was astonishing.  Not a typical
Robyn show, by all accounts, and perhaps not a good introduction to a
neophyte like myself, but I was pretty happy with it anyway.

Sebadoh's first song, which Dolph explained was a song that Lou Barlow had
written for a friend's wedding, was excellent and seemed to promise good
things to come. This was not the case.  The only interesting part of the
set was when the band got confused by the little camera that was
projecting their image onto the screen behind them.  The ecstatic girls in
the front row, dancing along with every song, seemed to disagree.  I think
maybe their trendy haircuts enabled them to hear nuances that I missed.

The Flaming Lips have changed a lot since the last time I saw them.  For
one thing, Wayne Coyne looks like an entirely different person.  (He's cut
off his orange hair and now looks like a bearded, affable Gary Oldman.)
For another thing, Steven, the intrepid drummer, now plays guitar and
keyboards, and operates the tapes that the band plays along with ("AV
geek!" someone shouted as he switched tapes).  The lack of a live drummer
left a sort of energy hole in the middle of the stage.  Wayne tried to
make up for this by energetically banging his gong, throwing confetti, and
employing a very attractive frog hand puppet, while various films played
on the screen.  This was entertaining, but it never really came
together.  Also, the new material just doesn't sound very good live.
Maybe if they had used live musicians, it might have come off, but as it
was, I found it to be a little dull sometimes.  And Wayne and Steven's
attempts at harmonizing were so awful that the two of them kept looking at
each other and laughing.  But overall it was still pretty enjoyable - the
gist of the new stuff still came through, and the old stuff was fun.  The
best part was during "The Spark That Bled," when Wayne acted out the
lyrics by pouring fake blood all over his face.  

(Incidentally, Mr. Coyne is, indeed, *extremely* easy on the eyes - and,
in fact, I have decided to throw over Martin Phillipps as my future
husband and marry Wayne instead.  I hope Martin won't be too upset.)

I thought the Robyn T-shirts were too ugly to buy so I got a Lips T-shirt
instead, which I am wearing at this very moment.

The next day, we had our Wafflehead brunch at Dave's house.  Dave makes
terrific waffles.  He also has a very cool apartment, with a lovely
rooftop garden.  "Dusk At Cubist Castle" played on the stereo as we were
eating, and I burst out passionately (as I am wont to do), "What could
be cooler than eating waffles while listening to Olivia Tremor Control,
surrounded by Fegs?"  Dolph and Becca agreed heartily.

Then it was off to the in-store at 2:00!  Except it was at 3:00, so we
went to Quimby's and looked at weird zines till it was time to come back.
By claiming I was short, I managed to muscle my way up to the front of the
stage, where I stood and looked up, up, up, up at Robyn far above me.  He
seemed much more relaxed and chatty than the night before; he knew this
crowd was here just for him.  The fact that he was cheerfully taking
requests showed how mellow he was.  I called out for "Wey Wey Hep a Hole"
but was, alas, ignored.  "Cynthia Mask" more than made up for it.  ("Eye"
was one of the first Robyn albums I bought, when I was nineteen and too
young to get into the over-21 show he played in Ann Arbor to support the
album, so it was great finally being able to hear material from it live!)

It was surprisingly easy - especially compared with the Andy Partridge
signing - to muscle my way up to the counter where he was meeting and
greeting.  Pushing through the crowd in the wake of Doc and Dolph made it
especially easy.  I handed Robyn the Thoth I had made and, of course, he
recognized it immediately. (He pronounces Thoth phonetically, by the way,
which may or may not be correct.)  "It's brilliant!" he said, examining
it. "It's got gold bits and everything..."  He signed my copy of IODOT:
"To Natalie, Thanks for th' THOTH!"  I asked if I could shake his hand -
"Yes, but it's very clammy," he said.  "That's OK, so's mine," I said, and
got a handful of Robynsweat and exited the store grinning.

After that, it was time to go home.  I nearly left my suitcase in Viv's
car when she dropped me off at the station, and ran back, screaming
hysterically, "DON'T LEAVE! DON'T LEAVE!"  Disaster averted, I said
goodbye and got on the train.  

On the way home, I listened to "The Soft Bulletin" and found that I now
associate all the songs with the gong and the frog puppet and the fake
blood, which made the album even more entertaining.  I also listened to
the new Kristin Hersh album, which I forgot to bring to Dave's brunch.
It's not very good, I think - very bland - but maybe I need to listen to
it more.

And now I'm home, and now I must thank Viv and Dave for being excellent
hosts and cooks, and all the other Fegs who came to the dinner and the
show - must I reiterate Bayard's comment re. Fegs and niceness?  I think
not - and of course, thanks to Robyn and Wayne and co. for being
exceptionally cool and talented people.

I really need to go to bed.

n.

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Date: Mon, 19 Jul 1999 03:05:25 EDT
From: DDerosa5@aol.com
Subject: Chill MABD, part last

OK, so I'm home. I went to tonight's show tempted to sell my ticket, as I 
felt like I'd gotten my money's worth (so to speak) this afternoon, and 
didn't need to see Sebadoh. Glad I didn't...

went with Viv, minus other fegs. Viv was too concerned about the weather and 
her appearance to bike, so we took a cab. Robyn had a weirder intro by Wayne, 
who made fun of the way he dresses; the Searle quote, by the way, is about 
the nature of identity and consciousness, which seemed to be the theme of 
Robyn's set. Cool...

Perhpas thinking of this afternoon, he started with Cynthia Mask. Followed 
that up with Trilobite, which I'd never heard live before, and it was 
hilarious. Then into I'm Only You, with a very cool guitar ending that just 
went and went. At this point, he tried to put on his capo, and foolish fans 
kept yelling out requests. I thought, "Fools, he's already decided what's 
next", at which point I was proven wrong, in that the capo didn't work, he 
did a great short narrative about how its failure he lost the will to 
entertain, commits ritual disembowelment backstage, and in a Penn and Teller 
style moment, both Sebadoh and the Lips off themselves too. "Or, I could just 
play this...", at which point he launched into the last request, My Wife and 
my dead Wife. Sounded great.

What from there? I Am not Me, then You and Oblivion, which totally rocked 
with a very cool guitar effect. and the set ended with Kingdom of Love. Wow. 
as he left, he told people to go see Storefront! though he didn't know where 
it was showing....

encore was, uh, wait I know this. Oh yeah, Sleeping with Your Devil Mask 
again, good, but sounded better this afternoon. So he started and ended with 
Masks. 

I stuck around for a bit of Sebadoh, actually liked them better than 
yesterday, but they just very talented and boring, a combination I hate 
(Michael Hedges disease...) 
I left, and met some obvious fans who didn't want to see the rest of the show 
either. We talked for about a block, then I reminded them of the movie 
showing. I mentioned that I had talked with the porgrammer at facets at one 
point, and a guy said, "Oh you must be dave." Wow, talk about big fish in a 
conspicously inconsequential pond (no offense). It was cool, like when I've 
been recognized for being on TV, only this was just print. I guess he saw my 
name on the feg site. OK, this is turning into blowing my horn, so I"ll stop, 
and go into how I quit smoking last year without any gov'tmental funds...

Oh yeah, I remember a bit from this afternoon, where Robyn reported that at 
his school he was told there were only two slots left: cult figure and tennis 
star. It looked like he had some difficulty deciding ("People always talk, 
but they don't listen...")

His intros tonight were great, hand motions (waiting for God to hand him a 
cheroot), great digressiveness. By the way, did you notice, he didn't play 
one song off the new album, which I found interesting. He talked about 
naming, your right to hold guns (which thankfully only garnered two or three 
twits applauding...)

Viv stuck around to ogle Wayne and try to palm off a de Chirico book she 
stole from her roommate to give Robyn.

Sorry you couldn't make the shows, JH3--you woulda had fun...

that's all I remember for now, and even this will likely need corrections 
tomorrow.

dave
who got nothing signed this afternoon, but talked with Robyn a bit about LA 
shows, catching up, movies, and marchmallows. Not in that order...

eddie: in response to your question, I see no reason why you couldn't plug 
the FM headsets into recorind decks, though the sound seemed little weak to 
me. but reception was good....

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Date: Mon, 19 Jul 1999 04:07:57 -0500
From: David Librik <librik@jaka.ece.uiuc.edu>
Subject: Re: fegmaniax-digest V8 #256

"Edward Doxtator" <edoxtato@intentia.com> wrote:

> Sebadoh.  Who?

Proof that the stuff you and your little brother sang into a tape recorder
when you were seven years old really is as cringeworthy as you think it is.

I'm told they've learned to play and write songs since I heard 'em... hope so.

Boy do I wish I had not been laid up this weekend and unable to make the
Robyn shows.  HE PLAYED "TONIGHT"!!!!!  One of my favorite Soft Boys songs
(well, to be honest, I have a lot of favorite Soft Boys songs).  If Robyn
just did a tour of record shops around the country playing nothing but
in-stores I'd be in hog heaven.  No unpleasant smoky clubs with other acts
and snotty people chatting while Robyn plays.

I didn't get to travel with Dolph and Becca or meet the fegs; I can't die
yet, my life is still incomplete.

- - David Librik

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Date: Mon, 19 Jul 1999 04:59:14 -0700
From: Mark_Gloster@3com.com
Subject: smoKing guns and nuns and bill clinton and war and i'm really tempted to give you my list of <b+ artists list to watch your heads explode...

I am extremely physically sensitive to smoke. I find little
wrong, for someone to smoke if they truly enjoy it. Most of my
friends who smoke are _very_ courteous about it, and probably
go to painful lengths to avoid inflicting it on others. It is
hard for me to imagine there being a situation wherein these
people could really cause problems for someone else.

Before I start sounding like Andy Roony, I'd like to say that
I am amazed at the renaissance of young people smoking and the
whole cigar thing- I just can't figure all out.

As far as bars, etc. are concerned: I couldn't go to a bar
_ever_ without getting a migrane, or sick from smoke. And to
play and sing in a smoky place?- forget it, I lose my voice
completely after a small number of songs. When indoors, I am
surprised that some people really don't get that the people
who are sitting at the same table are the only ones who would
be affected by their smoking. When California passed the
smoking ban, it meant that no matter where I chose to work
here, I can avoid smoke. I can now see bands I want to without
fear of losing a couple of days of work. I also can play music
anywhere I want in California (assuming the venue also likes
the idea, and no, I'm not trying to play in a lot of bars.)
While I'm grateful of the law for my own reasons, I am also
rather surprised at how few places there are for carcinagen
dens, where people who want to may partake in their joy and
not bother anyone who doesn't want to do that. Perhaps there
should be greater provisions for this, or some enterprising
people should establish more smoking clubs.

I hope there are more viewpoints in the middle of the
discussion than "smokers should be shot" and "I should have
the right to blow smoke into the eyes and nose of anybody I
want."

Some people hate smoke and they deserve some courtesy from
those who don't, some people are addicted or at least really
like playing with smoke, and they deserve some compassion, even
if understanding is out of the question. Every time I hear an
extreme pro-smoking viewpoint, however, I feel more like taking
an opposing one, however. I think the same is true for guns
and religion and the lobby for the quail brain medicine
industry.

It seems that we keep picking the topics that bring out the
most emotionally charged polarity and we get exactly that. I
think that was the point of the original post that caught
this all aflame.

happies,
- -markg

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Date: Mon, 19 Jul 1999 09:20:12 EDT
From: HSatterfld@aol.com
Subject: Re: rock and/or roll quote needed

"JH3" <jh3@alternatech.net> responded to Bayard with:

>THE LIFE OF A COMPUTER CONSULTANT (ROCK STAR)

That was pretty cool, and will be submitted to the proper contest
authorities.  Much obliged!

Hollie

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Date: Mon, 19 Jul 1999 07:56:11 -0700
From: Tom Clark <tclark@apple.com>
Subject: <sigh> various Janeane-age

On 7/16/99 6:54 PM, Eb wrote:

>numbnuts at Apple (hi, Tom ;))

<checking>  Nope, quite sensitive actually!

On 7/18/99 10:26 PM, Brett Cooper wrote:

>Am I the only one who thinks Jeneane Garofolo (sp.) is a hottie?

It's the attitude.  I agree with Eb that her standup isn't very strong, 
she's better playing off of someone or some situation.  I just finished 
"Feel This Book", authored by her and Ben Stiller, wherein they trade off 
chapters.  It's got some very funny parts, especially Janeane's - but you 
have to read it with her voice in your head.

I'm off to NYC for MacWorld this week with all the other numbnuts.  If 
anyone's going, stop by Apple's USB area.  I'll be there Wed/Thurs 
afternoons and Friday morning.

- -tc

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Date: Mon, 19 Jul 1999 11:07:23 +0000
From: overbury@cn.ca
Subject: Re: rock and/or roll quote needed

From:           	HSatterfld@aol.com
Date sent:      	Mon, 19 Jul 1999 09:20:12 EDT
Subject:        	Re: rock and/or roll quote needed
To:             	fegmaniax@smoe.org
Send reply to:  	HSatterfld@aol.com

> "JH3" <jh3@alternatech.net> responded to Bayard with:
> 
> >THE LIFE OF A COMPUTER CONSULTANT (ROCK STAR)
> 
> That was pretty cool, and will be submitted to the proper contest
> authorities.  Much obliged!
> 
> Hollie

You might want to tune up this part:

Hardware = amp
Operating system = amps that don't work

... might work better as 

Hardware = amp
Operating system = effects pedals

... 'cause to be fair, some operating systems work fine for
some apps, but like FX, none are ideal for all tasks.  Also
the OS needs the HW to work before it's of any use, just as
the FX pedals need some sort of amplification.  

Or you could just send it out and count on the fact that most
of the people reading this won't be nearly as big a weenie as I.


- --
Ross Overbury
Montreal, Quebec, Canada

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Date: Mon, 19 Jul 1999 10:22:16 -0600
From: ultraconformist@mail.weboffices.com
Subject: Re: Is this travelogue long enough, Jeme?

>were not only very cool looking but also delicious.  I had helped cut out
>some of the hands, but mine all looked like Django Reinhardt's hands, or
>else leper's hands.  But they still tasted good.

Doug also got some great pics of Viv eating hers. Can't wait to see those,
and everybody else's pics for that matter.

Incidentally, he also thought the hands were delish. Now I regret not
having one. I opted for the peach and rhubarb Weetabix pie, instead.  Doug
had declined it on account of "rhubarb and I do not work and play well
together". It appears that sadly, this is one of the many things Doug and I
have in common. It was still and all a lovely creation, if only rhubarb and
my taste buds had gotten along.

Speaking of trying things, the Cheese Alarm was ably won by Dave, with the
closest competition being Jake. Kudos to Dave for inventing what ought to
become a Fegparty tradition.

>rest of the crowd seemed equally confused.  He spent the whole set bending
>over a console intently twiddling away at various knobs and switches,
>without acknowledging the audience.  I have to say I haven't quite seen
>anything like it, but then, I haven't seen a lot of things.

Although people really did not seem to know what to make of him, for which
they cannot be blamed, they still applauded his set wildly. One of the more
pleasant aspects of the show as a whole, in fact, was how generally
positive the crowd was and how open they were to music they obviously
hadn't come to see.

Personally, the more I think about his show, the more brilliant I think it
was, conceptually at least. Ain't often these days I see a show that really
makes me go "What the hell was THAT?!?!".

>Chance" (with waves of heavy distortion) was astonishing.  Not a typical
>Robyn show, by all accounts, and perhaps not a good introduction to a
>neophyte like myself, but I was pretty happy with it anyway.

No reason on earth not to be happy with it on the whole. Still, he did look
tired and a bit tense, probably because as you observed, it mostly wasn't
his crowd. Although really they were on his side, I think, he won them over
pretty easily. "Gene Hackman" got laughs in all the right places, and
"Glass Hotel" and "Only The Stones Remain" (the blazing rendition of which
caused our own Zloduska to aptly term it the Pantera version) got good
responses as well.

Doug and I were talking about the atypical nature of the show, and he said
"I SWEAR he looked as if he were sorely tempted to speak several times, and
was valiantly checking the impulse". I noticed that as well. Poor Robyn.
He'd probably feel a little easier if he had a bit more breathing room in
that respect.

>gist of the new stuff still came through, and the old stuff was fun.  The
>best part was during "The Spark That Bled," when Wayne acted out the
>lyrics by pouring fake blood all over his face.

Their act reminded me of something. Namely Crash Worship. Some people love
em, I'm not one of them, that was the case here too. Geez, if I get any
more cranky I might turn into Eb! I better start practicing my "eh"s.

>(Incidentally, Mr. Coyne is, indeed, *extremely* easy on the eyes - and,
>in fact, I have decided to throw over Martin Phillipps as my future
>husband and marry Wayne instead.  I hope Martin won't be too upset.)

You're so fickle :).

I dunno why I was immune to the charms of Wayne. Perhaps it's my facial
hair antifetish.

> "Dusk At Cubist Castle" played on the stereo as we were
>eating, and I burst out passionately (as I am wont to do), "What could
>be cooler than eating waffles while listening to Olivia Tremor Control,
>surrounded by Fegs?"  Dolph and Becca agreed heartily.

Can I just say, I'm SO sorry I missed that. I woke up late and was like "OH
FUCK!". I tried calling (this was around 1:20 or so) but I got Dave's voice
mail- I think you guys had probably already left for the instore.
Fortunately I called Quaker to make sure of the time (can't take credit for
this idea, twas Doug's), and they said 3, an immense relief as I was just
out of the shower and looking and feeling like a wet dog. Well actually, a
sort of cross between wet dog and pondscum, truth be told.

>requests showed how mellow he was.  I called out for "Wey Wey Hep a Hole"
>but was, alas, ignored.  "Cynthia Mask" more than made up for it.

And "Mexican God". Whoa, is that a great song.

The most unforgettable moment for me tho, remains Robyn warbling lyrics
like "Because I'm evil/I wanna destroy every atom of your being" over a
"sensitive folkie" strum. Classic.

Overall the instore was really good. Anyone else who has the chance to go
to one, GO.

>And now I'm home, and now I must thank Viv and Dave for being excellent
>hosts and cooks, and all the other Fegs who came to the dinner and the
>show - must I reiterate Bayard's comment re. Fegs and niceness?

It always bears restating :).

Love on ya,
Susan

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