From: owner-fegmaniax-digest@smoe.org (fegmaniax-digest) To: fegmaniax-digest@smoe.org Subject: fegmaniax-digest V8 #271 Reply-To: fegmaniax@smoe.org Sender: owner-fegmaniax-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-fegmaniax-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk fegmaniax-digest Monday, July 26 1999 Volume 08 : Number 271 Today's Subjects: ----------------- Joules for Sofia ["JH3" ] You've got a Cheese Mouth on You, Flabby. [DDerosa5@aol.com] Re: You've got a Cheese Mouth on You, Flabby. [S Dwarf ] Re: You've got a Cheese Mouth on You, Flabby. [Joel Mullins Subject: Joules for Sofia See, if you misspell it just so, the new album's title becomes a cool name for a Bulgarian Power Plant! Should anyone care what I think, I quite like it, after about 3 listens so far. That doesn't mean I'd rank it up there with Robyn's best work, but I'm one of those "rankings are meaningless" types. I like the production - not too overdone, not too underdone, though it's short on atmospherics and those little hooky bits (bells, horns, etc.) that used to get thrown in with some regularity on his earlier records. I've said it before: It's probably because all the songs were originally written to be played with just one voice and an acoustic, and Robyn's just used to hearing them that way in his head. So I guess it's a compromise, of sorts, but not necessarily a bad one. I tend to prefer bigger-sounding records myself, but that's just me. Is that supposed to be Robyn's face in the lower-left part of the star graphic on the cover? There's definitely something that looks like an eye there... I wouldn't say it's the ugliest album cover I've ever seen, but it's bad enough that I myself could have done a better one, even putting aside my usual amount of hubris. I don't think it's ugly enough to keep people from buying it, though. (The apparent lack of advertising should take care of *that*...) Old News Dept: Somebody recently posted something to the XTC list stating that Robyn is the co-author and lead-singer (actually "deadpanner" is more like it) of a song on Capt. Sensible's Revolution Now album, called "Vosene". I listened to it again and I think the guy is right - I'm pretty sure it's Robyn, though I didn't recognize the voice when I first bought the album. He's using the pseudonym of "Captain Stupid" - so the song is credited to "Sensible/Stupid". It wasn't on J. Partridge's or Bayard's list(s) so I guess this isn't common knowledge... Maybe it's not true? Anyone care to confirm/deny? Also, has anyone heard the new Auteurs album? (LJ?) If so, is it any good? My copy should arrive in a week, with any luck. John "quick-draw macaw" Hedges PS. I finally bought The Onion's "Our Dumb Century" the other day. It's hysterical! Highly recommended... ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 26 Jul 1999 17:36:54 EDT From: DDerosa5@aol.com Subject: You've got a Cheese Mouth on You, Flabby. Chris interpreted: Namely, that billions of people don't have enough to eat; how absurd is it that we are surrounded by a limitless variety of gourmet cheeses? Every time another cheese is mentioned in the song it drives home further that disparity. I was thinking of this song last night, during a play I attended at Miss Vivien's house theatre (which was quite good). It was Wallace Shawn's "Designated Mourner", and the line that killed me was when she described the killing of the privileged intelligentsia as the "disemboweling of the over-emboweled." Look at the health clubs: while much of the world can't get enough to eat (and just wait till this winter in Russia and the crater formerly known as Yugoslavia), we have most of our population desperate to find a way to lose weight that doesn't entail eating less. I'm trying to be a good veg this month (well, except for occasional seafood) and I find myself eating lots of cheese, even before I put together the damn Cheese Alarm plate (and I still haven't used the rest of the Roquefort for anything...) I've always thought of Robyn as slender, and him singing "I can't even fit into size 38" made me go "huh!", or some inarticulate muttering to that effect. And boy, as many of us noticed at the EBHODD, those cheeses are pretty varied--it's amazing what you can do with teatjuice and some mold. So for me it's a novelty song with political thought behind it. On the other hand, on the Sound opinions interview I taped, Robyn was directly asked about the politics in that song, and he demurred, saying "it's about temptation" or some such irrationalization. and I don't doubt that Robyn could have writ those lines later, as if to justify a Pythonesque listing, but I must admit that, postscript or not, those lines make the song enjoyable to me (and not a guilty pleasure). (though, insert quibble here, I doubt a full "half the world" is bloated. likely under ten percent. hey, by the way, is cheese primarily a western food? I know Indian food has a bit, but many major cuisines like Chinese never used any cheese so far as I know. what about others? Mr Wolfe, you have a degree in Robynology--get some of your research assistants on this question...) Now, can anyone tell me if Robyn saw "Deliverance" before he wrote You've Got a Sweet Mouth on You? I can't remember if the phrase is exact--it's certainly sort of a slightly different usage, here. dave ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 26 Jul 1999 17:50:37 -0400 (EDT) From: S Dwarf Subject: Re: You've got a Cheese Mouth on You, Flabby. DDerosa5@aol.com wrote: > hey, by the way, is cheese primarily a western > food? I know Indian food has a bit, but many major > cuisines like Chinese never used any cheese so far as > I know. what about others? Mr Wolfe, you have > a degree in Robynology--get some of your research > assistants on this question...) i can't think of any non Euro descendant cheeses, but that doesn't mean there aren't any. of course, since lactose intolerance is far more prevalent among non-honkasauri, it would seem that any cheese (or other dairy food stuffs) would have a more limited audience elsewhere, which is probably why they wouldn't have them; or at least, would have 2383+ varieties. _________________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get your free @yahoo.com address at http://mail.yahoo.com ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 26 Jul 1999 22:04:34 GMT From: edoxtato@intentia.com Subject: Toast & Momuslade With Half Nelson Cigarettes ...it's a bitter hack, but so am I, as anyone who's read any of my posts for the past couple of years will attest. Mmmm... well... >>On an even less important note, has anyone else discovered what looks to >>be a security strip under the CD holder part of the JfS case? >Yeah. It bugged me so I ripped it out. Mine don't got one. Either I've been gypped (a distinct possibility) or there's a Quailspiracy that needs to be examined. Chris "I'm Not The Drummer" Franz paradiddled: >>The Cheese Alarm >>The music for this tune I like. The tablas in the intro, and the slippy >>little acoustic guitar are great. I've just replayed the first minnit and >>a half or so of the song over and over cos I like it so much. The lyric >>bugs the hell out of me. He can record whatever he likes, and likewise, >>whenever I like I can skip ahead to the next tune... >I had dismissed this as a novelty tune as well, until someone (I think >Nick) gave it a different spin. Namely, that billions of people don't >have enough to eat; how absurd is it that we are surrounded by a >limitless variety of gourmet cheeses? Every time another cheese is >mentioned in the song it drives home further that disparity. Yeah, I kinda sussed that one out when I heard the song the first time. But, like so many other of Robyn's "political aspect" songs, the reference is so obvious that it doesn't even have time to stick as it sails past me. Hunger bad. Lots of cheese, good. But ironic in world where much people starve. About as motivating as Sally "Thunder Thighs" Struthers as she tramps over starving Guatemalan kids. >He sings it in an awfully impassioned way if it's just an ode to cheese. Um, this is Robyn we're talking about here. It's not inconceivable that he's got a thing for cheese which borders on the Gallic. > Sally Was A Legend > This sounds almost like Alright, Yeah, but I like this tune a lot. I also > think the lyric is brilliant. But it reads like crap off the liner notes. > It needs to be in the context of the song. Nice to not just hear Kimberly > Rew's guitar, but also his voice with Robyn's again. I always liked their > harmonies. >I still like this tune, but it's almost too comfortable for me to like >TOO much. If that makes any sense. Maybe in that way it IS like >Alright, Yeah. (Incidentally, "alright" is one of those non-words >people use that really bugs me. It may appear in dictionaries sometimes >because it's so common, but it's TWO WORDS, dammit!) Alright, yeah. >>Elizabeth Jade >>Why do I think these guys are all jumping >>around in someone's garage? >Aw, man, I'd LOVE to see that. BING! So would I. >I was thinking the other day about what would happen if he tried >to write something for, say, the band in the movie "Airheads." He'd do a hideous Folk-Implosion Style Cover of "The Spirit Of Radio". Brother Bayard, you testify it son! Ain't nobody what can bring the message from the Church Of Unca Bobby to the great unwashed unfegdom! Date: Mon, 26 Jul 1999 10:51:28 -0400 From: The Great Quail Subject: This time, the art. More quails for Sophia! Nicorette, a fizzy quail-flavoured drink says >Ed Darkstar says: Anyone get the Dark Star album? I picked it up when I was in England in June... it was OK, but not a thriller. >>Art Direction >>Without question, this is most hideous album I've ever seen. >Hmmm . . . again, I feel like one of the lone gunmen, Quailburger, we've already established you ARE the lone gunman, so the feeling is completely natural. >but I *love* the art in JfS. There's something raw and edgy about it, like the sort of stark >hallucinations you get at three in the morning after a zillion hits of acid... OK, stop it right there. There is such a thing as too much information. And now that your personal life has been revealed, what do you think about the art direction? It reminds me of being in your best friend's basement room one night in the mid 1970's. It's winter and the house is closed up and all the stale smells of the holiday season can't quite mask the carpet's horrible mouldering smell from spring flooding. Your best friend's dad is sitting out in the den in his underpants drinking Fresca and practicing slide guitar while watching "Dukes Of Hazzard". You can hear him belch out thunderous laughter everytime Boss Hogg gets injected with heroin. Sadly, the slide guitar playing sounds good, but you can't endure the floor show so you never stick around to watch. Throughout the basement, every surface that isn't carpeted (like the walls, the ceiling, the television, the toilet, the cat) is covered in hideous fake wood paneling. In your friends' room, you can't decide if you should read "Spider-Man" or "Playboy". You finally compromise and draw nude pictures of Aunt May and Mary Jane Watson in risque positions on a table saw. Your artwork is at least anatomically accurate as you've taken tracings from Spider-Man, Playboy, and the Handy Andy catalog. And then, you see it: taped loosely to the wall in your friends' room, next to the Cheryl Tieggs (sp) poster, and a hilarious cartoon poster of Wile E. Coyote holding the Road Runner by the throat saying "BEEP BEEP YOUR ASS!!!", is Robyn's gruesome visage in a flourecent pink and lime green. A little cat wee and the picture would be perfect. Fucking marvelous. And to eat? Space food sticks. >And the pictures of Robyn are way cool. He looks, well, *dangerous* but >sexy, like he does in the photos for "Invisible Hitchcock." All my favorite >pictures of Robyn make him look sort of attractively spooky. Those two >pictures of him in JfS, the purple and yellow ones -- wow! He looks like >some furtive Englishman who was wandering alone in a Nicolas Roeg movie and >suddenly realized that he was actually an alien, or a changeling, or maybe >Mark Gloster. He looks all bent and twisted, like he's been in both sides of a road accident. And that head shot, the sort of "eyes googly wide open cum-hither I'm Peter Cushing circa 1956" picture is the most hideous of all. No, no, no. I'm sorry, they'll have to do it all over again. Please line up at the exits, alphabetically, to turn in your CD-s. That includes the pre-release copies as well. NO TALKING IN LINE, EDDIE. Honestly, try to make the world safe for black light artwork and someone's got to bugger it all up. GNAT! Put that applewood smoked DOWN. NOW. Susan, I'm giving you my Momus points. Your cumulative score has now been reduced to -45. And don't be intimidated by any Quail-brand thugs. They talk big, but since they're only half an inch tall, they're easy (and fun) to gish between your toes. Close your eyes and think of Jell-o, that's what I do. Hm... good nyborg, man. - -Doc, who's posted way too much... ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 26 Jul 1999 14:59:22 PDT From: "Capitalism Blows" Subject: "mucky the pig is down on the farm/he's lookin' for someone to detest his alarm" 7/24/99, Showbox, Seattle Cynthia Mask My Wife And My Dead Wife [enter tim] Elizabeth Jade Queen Elvis Viva Sea-Tac Jewels For Sophia [exit tim, robyn switches to electric] Kingdom Of Love [no encore!] 7/24/99, Crocodile Cafe, Seattle Let It Be Me 7/25/99, Roseland Theater, Portland Gene Hackman I Something You ["will you please welcome, from england, europe, mr. tim keegan?" DeChirico Street Viva Sea-Tac Jewels For Sophia [robyn switches to electric] Beautiful Queen [exit tim] Freeze [encore, robyn electric, tim acoustic] Queen Of Eyes notes: - --i've said it before, i'll presumably say it again: robyn fucking OWNS portland! the place was packed for his set, and (to quote mr. wesley willis), "the crowd roared like a lion!" - --robyn used the lips' guitar for his electric songs all three nights. - --dual harmonica action on Queen Elvis! - --jeme got a book about, um...how to lube up anything, is what it amounts to, i think. - --mr. tim keegan is awesome! not that he ever wasn't. but his backup vocals on Beautiful Queen and Viva Sea-Tac were just wonderful. and he's such a trooper. comes out as robyn's junior partner for a few songs each night. doesn't even get his own set. has to play these boringly repetitive (yet essential) guitar parts, and just knocks them dead. what a guy! and you've got to love his onstage interaction with robyn. just glances and slight gestures, but it's somehow very intriguing. - --was glad that he mixed the sets up fairly well. of 23 songs, 16 were different. (i might've preferred a no-repeat weekend, though i was pretty sure he'd play Viva Sea-Tac all three nights. that and Jewels For Sophia were the only two that he played all three nights.) - --the "best computers, coffee, and smack" line *still* brings the house down, even with him having performed it...let's see...nine times, if i'm counting correctly, in portland/seattle. (the first time at the backstage, then at the deuce, then at bumbershoot, then at the two bells, then at the aladdin, then at the croc, then the three times this weekend.) oh, i bet he played it at that other two bells gig last year, so that would make ten. - --memo to commander lang: mr. john barrington "lobsterman" jones is a bee-keeper! he informed me so just last night! - --i had (what i think) was the coolest idea for a picture. my big pink thoth sign (created from the Heaven 7" cover) is always in my car. so we took it into the hall, and jeme was going to hold it up, i was going to tell robyn to point the camera at him, and take a picture of the video screen showing jeme holding up the big sign. unfortunately, robyn ignored my request. however, i did get lots of great shots of robyn. so let's all keep our fingers crossed that they turn out. had to push it to 6400 asa, as it was fairly dark, even with the big screen. - --about that croc listing up there. i'd thought that john had said that carole had posted a bit about it, but i didn't receive it. so perhaps she'd just told john himself. i'll let jeme regale y'all with all the lovely details. suffice to say there was an everley brothers all-cover night at the crocodile (hosted by neko case, who, if you'll recall, opened for dan bern at the tractor last november, as one of the two "corn sisters"). it was a whole lotsa fun, though only cynthia caught the entire thing. anyway, robyn did come out and play the one song. *very* nice. oh, then last night, after playing (i think) I Something You, he said, "that was an everley brothers song", at which we all had a healthy chortle. - --janet weiss was sitting backstage for much of the show friday night. then, when i arrived on saturday, she was out in front of the venue chatting with tim and two other people i didn't recognise. then, she came in with a big group and sat at the booth next to us when we were eating dinner yesterday evening. - --robyn was at the back of the croc watching the goings-on. after the model rockets' set, it was decided that i should go back and ask him if he'd be playing any more? if not, we were gonna bust out for portland. so i asked if he'd be playing later on, to which he replied, "i think i played earlier." i then requested As Lemons Chop for sunday night. his response: "i don't really know that one...but i know the one you mean." which was funny and rather disappointing at the same time. many people encountered robyn in the crocodile's pisser. i encountered tim. i told him that they should play Superkeen on sunday night, and that he could tell robyn that i'd said so. alas, they did not play it. - --Kingdom Of Love *really* rocked on saturday night! every bit as much as Freeze, though Freeze, while great, was a little subdued last night. (i was hoping for I Am Not Me last night, but what can you do?) - --about recording through the radio. i tried it friday night, and it didn't really work out. for one thing, it only came through in the left channel. why, i do not know. for another, it was fairly static-y. i think that if one was to bring in their own radio, which had two line-out jacks, as well as a more precise tuner, you'd get a pretty decent recording. however, the audience was *not* miced, so you'd miss out on the voluminous audience reaction. jeme had a quite funny idea of bringing in your own amp/tuner and cassette deck, plugging it in, and recording from there. that would be a sight, to say the least! in fact, i can almost see jeme himself being able to pull it off, what with his most convincing/covivial way with words. - --which brings us to our next point. between iqu and sonic boom on saturday, wayne was in front of the stage, fiddling with some cables. i went up and asked him why he didn't allow taping of the shows. he said that he'd never said that you *couldn't* tape (which belies dave's report, though you heard that second-hand, dave, yes?) he said, rather, that he'd never said you *could* tape. the reason was kind of interesting. said that if you made a statement that it was okay to tape, that you'd get a bunch of people who didn't know what they were doing taping. and that, those people who know what they're doing are going to be able to tape the show regardless. his main objection is to *poor-quality* bootlegs. i have to say, i quite object to them myself! but, as john alluded to in his post, i'm usually pretty open about taping. i figure that if it's not cool with the artist, i really don't want to tape anyway. which is why i didn't even think about taping the lips after my run-in with showbox security on friday. but after the discussion with wayne, i went ahead and taped them last night. wayne put his hand on my shoulder two or three times during the course of the conversation, which really freaked jeme out, though it just seemed a natural, friendly gesture to me. jeme thinks he's pretentious, but i think he's a nice guy. and let me say that i really liked this event. yeah, it'd have been nice if robyn had been allotted more time. and i didn't care for sebadoh too much. and my feet were killing me by the end of each night. but it was a fuck of a lot of fun. and pretentious or not, i think it's great that the lips are willing to experiment with not only their own sound, but also the idea of what a concert itself is supposed to look and sound like (meaning their own set, as well as the preordained "concept" of an evening's proceedings). oh yeah, i told him that i'd taped their boombox show last year, and asked him if he wanted a copy. he said no, but thanks. he already has tons of copies of their shows. - --i'm still marvelling at sonic boom. i find it completely fascinating that he could cause such a cacophony using only speak 'n' spells! (though, as i mentioned to carole last night, it does seem like he's somehow violating the speak 'n' spells in using them to create sounds which they were not designed to create.) looked at the displays a few times on saturday night. the red one always had a word on it ("nice", "try", "much", etc.), while the blue ones all had simple arithmetic problems ("0 + 4 =" for example). - --memo to eb: we listened to South Park on the drive down to portland. michael, jeme, and myself all loved it just as much (if not moreso) than ever. carole slept through it, though she found it infusing her dreams. - --special thanks to michael wolfe for putting me up for a night, as well as hosting me for a day (cool trivia! did you know that many of the character names for The Simpsons derive from portland streets? "quimby", "lovejoy", "ankeny", "otto", "van houten", and some others i can't remember. also, portland's streets are arrayed alphabetically! it's so helpful, and came in very handy last night. i asked carole how to get to "interstate #5", and she said to take a left on glisan. no fuss, no muss. i knew at all times whether i was still heading in the proper direction, and how far i'd left to go (even though, when she'd said it, i'd assumed it would be spelt "gleeson")), and to all the cool fegs for keeping me company! as robyn said at the end of the show saturday night: "see ya at bumbershoot!" yes, the thought had crossed my mind, though i didn't mention it because i wasn't sure if he's still smoking these days. however, the suspicion was confirmed while we were sitting in the croc talking about the wonders of federal express, as robyn walked past with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. woj, cindy, and i were discussing this. it can't be from the mill valley show, as glen posited, as you can clearly hear the sound of cutlery clanking onto dishware, and they didn't serve dinner at the sweetwater. we guessed that it might well be from the largo. do they serve dinner there? as does michelle, i take it to mean that before people were flocking here for cobain, they were flocking here for rain. of course, i may be erroneously imputing my own personal motives onto others. that's surely the reason *i'd* flock here, but it may not be the consensus. two months of rain in the middle of the summer? sounds lovely! i thought what he meant by "after kurt cobain" was, after NEVERMIND had hit it big, and everyone was flocking here to either be a scenester/starfucker, or to sign the "next" nirvana to their label. the one people *do* flock here to pay homage to is hendrix. ha! just the other day, i saw my brother. he asked if i was still "rocking out" or if i was "listening to stryper now?" after i stopped laughing (a good fifteen minutes, at a guess) i asked him if stryper were still together. he said he didn't know. the music tapes are headlining? stay as far away from this as you possibly can! you've probably all heard this before now, but robyn says that's the song that made him want to become a songwriter. except that when he first heard it, he'd thought it was "Destination Road". oops, gotta get to work. KEN "The vulture the vultures the vultures the vultures...the vultures ate my dead ass up" THE KENSTER _______________________________________________________________ Get Free Email and Do More On The Web. Visit http://www.msn.com ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 26 Jul 1999 18:19:50 EDT From: MARKEEFE@aol.com Subject: Re: MABD: Portland's Roseland Theater, July 25th In a message dated 7/26/99 1:15:56 PM, jbjones@spiritone.com writes: << Then out pops Robyn. Polka dot shirt. And played these songs, tho I might screw up the order: Gene Hackman I Something You enter Tim Keegan: De Chirico Street Jewels For Sophia Beautiful Queen exit Tim, then Robyn plays Freeze and leaves, and then Robyn and Tim come back and play Queen of Eyes. >> "Viva Sae-Tac" was also in there somewhere, although I don't recall where, or even if it was solo or with Tim. I think maybe *with* Tim. Anyway, it seemed like a slightly longer set than what most people had posted for other stops on the tour. The crowd was certainly really enthusiastic, and I think "Queen of Eyes" was basically an encore. Short but sweet, as both Eddie and I said, at more or less the same time (or maybe one or both of us just thought it, and John said it . . . or it could've just been implied). Sorry, Eddie, for not saying goodbye last night! At first, I thought John and I were just going to sit down for a sec. Then we decided we'd absorbed the Flaming lips experience and that fatigue had gotten the better of us, so we just ended up leaving. Nothing personal, man! It was really good to see you, in fact :-) And a helluva show all around! I had a good time. I'll admit that, about ten minutes into Sonic Boom, I retuned my walkman to a local jazz station and enjoyed some live Miles Davis (mid-60's, "the second great quintet"). And I only dug about half of Iqu's set (the darker, less playful stuff). Well, anyway, Robyn was great, and I liked the Flaming Lips a lot! - -----Michael K. ------------------------------ Date: 26 Jul 1999 15:27:09 -0700 From: "John B. Jones" Subject: MALR (was re: MABD) >fro-ings but Robyn snaffles the odd ciggie now and then.> > >yes, the thought had crossed my mind, though i didn't mention it because i >wasn't sure if he's still smoking these days. however, the suspicion was >confirmed while we were sitting in the croc talking about the wonders of >federal express, as robyn walked past with a cigarette hanging out of his >mouth. man, if there was one central theme uniting all the bands I saw last night at the Flaming Lips Revue, it would be the cigarette. Almost every artist that came onstage not only sported a ciggie, but would stop every once in awhile to pick up another, and light up, midsong! Michael Keefe and I renamed it the MALR tour: Musicians Against Lung Regeneration. =jbj= ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 26 Jul 1999 17:29:49 -0700 From: Joel Mullins Subject: Re: You've got a Cheese Mouth on You, Flabby. DDerosa5@aol.com wrote: > Now, can anyone tell me if Robyn saw "Deliverance" before he wrote You've Got > a Sweet Mouth on You? I can't remember if the phrase is exact--it's certainly > sort of a slightly different usage, here. I think the exact line from the movie is "you've got a pretty mouth." I could be wrong though. Either way, I definitely thought of that movie the first time I heard the title. Joel ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 26 Jul 1999 15:50:02 -0700 From: Chris Franz Subject: RE: "mucky the pig is down on the farm/he's lookin' for someone t o detest his alarm" Tewspewed: >an interesting choice. Eddie, any idea which show this came from?> > >woj, cindy, and i were discussing this. it can't be from the mill valley >show, as glen posited, as you can clearly hear the sound of cutlery clanking >onto dishware, and they didn't serve dinner at the sweetwater. we guessed >that it might well be from the largo. do they serve dinner there? They do serve dinner there (there was, in fact, a lengthy thread recently on the Jon Brion list about their twice-cooked chicken. Honest). I actually checked my tapes after getting the album and all the Largo renditions sounded just a little different. There is one date, however, (May 30, 1997) on which he played (DTTMA)GH there which I didn't compare. I will tonight, if nobody beats me to it. If I'm really bored, I might double-check April's shows. It's kind of hard to compare audience recordings definitively, unless there's something very distinctive about a particular rendition. - - Chris ------------------------------ End of fegmaniax-digest V8 #271 *******************************