From: owner-fegmaniax-digest@smoe.org (fegmaniax-digest) To: fegmaniax-digest@smoe.org Subject: fegmaniax-digest V9 #260 Reply-To: fegmaniax@smoe.org Sender: owner-fegmaniax-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-fegmaniax-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk fegmaniax-digest Tuesday, September 19 2000 Volume 09 : Number 260 Today's Subjects: ----------------- peter buck at largo ["Jason R. Thornton" ] off-topic: R. Stevie Moore [Miles Goosens ] Re: the mark gloster experience/ Kurt and Courtney [lj lindhurst ] from the WB message bored [Bayard ] Re: East coast dates! ["Souped Up For Ja" ] Re: editing question ["James Hadfield" ] Re: editing question [Chris Gillis ] Reap [James Dignan ] RE: editing question ["Brian Huddell" ] [ebmaniax-l] Songs From the Eb (Three Different Ones) [Eb ] Re: editing question ["matt sewell" ] Re: East coast dates! [the real dick cheney ] RE: editing question [overbury@cn.ca] Re: [ebmaniax-l] Songs From the Eb (Three Different Ones) [overbury@cn.ca] Re: [ebmaniax-l] Songs From the Eb (Three Different Ones) ["Souped Up For] I am particularly stupid ["Tony Blackman" ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Mon, 18 Sep 2000 13:23:59 -0700 From: "Jason R. Thornton" Subject: peter buck at largo A friend of mine in West Los Angeles sent me an email yesterday evening regarding a show he caught at Largo this past Friday (Jon Brion night). I figure some list-based REM fans and/or past Largo attendees might be interested to know that Peter Buck sat in on bass for a number of tunes including "Jealous Guy" and "Roadhouse Blues." No mention of any rude waiters. woj said: >i seem to >recall there are enough smith-heads here Even more exciting, he'll be playing at the Belly-Up here in San Diego on October 14. - --Jason "Only the few know the sweetness of the twisted apples." - Sherwood Anderson ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 18 Sep 2000 15:38:59 -0500 From: Miles Goosens Subject: off-topic: R. Stevie Moore Just thought it was worth mentioning that I no longer have any association with R. Stevie Moore and his website (http://www.rsteviemoore.com or http://www.rsteviemoore.net) other than as a fan. Stevie is now doing all his own web design work from his WebTV connection, and is perhaps creating a truer reflection of the R. Stevie MoorExperience than yours truly could or would. Meanwhile, I'm working on my own site, a la the venerable Pathetic Caverns or TWAS; more on it when I've actually got something fit for humans to examine. later, Miles ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 18 Sep 2000 17:15:55 -0400 From: lj lindhurst Subject: Re: the mark gloster experience/ Kurt and Courtney Funny you mention this, because I just got finished watching "Kurt And Courtney". Have you guys seen this movie? Have you, Eddie? It's hilarious in the same way. They investigate the "murder conspiracy" and they have the most pathetic parade of Seattle hipster LOSERS you have ever seen! A couple of them look like they're really fucked up. It's hilarious. I don't understand why Courtney Love had such a problem with this movie--it definitely does NOT look like anyone who is involved with the murder theory has any credibility whatsoever. Even the main investigator, Tom Green (? I think that's his name)(but not the guy with one ball), who has DEVOTED HIS LIFE to proving this, doesn't seem credible. But the worst thing is that Courtney's father is such an asshole; he's been trying to prove that she was involved in some kind of plot for a long time, and he's even writing a book about it. He says he is doing it to show her that he will always win and that he will always beat her, and it really turns your stomach to watch this guy. You start to feel sorry for Courtney after you see what a bitter, angry man her father is. I mean, she doesn't come off as some kind of angel, but on the other hand, she certainly seems above all of this stuff. Can't say it was a great movie (it was kind of slow and dry at points), but it is definitely worth checking out, just to see the spectacle. >i think i've mentioned this nut-case richard lee before now. he's >got a weekly public access show called Now See It Person To Person: >Kurt Cobain Was Murdered. i guess he's been on the air every week >claiming that courtney love (whom he calls "courtney hole") hired >some guy to off cobain. never really gives any evidence, and as i >say, he's quite a crackpot. but he's usually entertaining >nonetheless. > >anyhow, i hadn't watched his show for many, many months; but for the >hell of it, decided to watch last night. he took a "field" trip to >a seattle city council meeting wherein they were to be discussing, >basically, the dearth of all-ages shows/venues in seattle. so lee >is waiting around in the foyer for novoselic to show up, which he >finally does. lee tries to ask him about some guy apparently having >passed a lie detector test at the 99th percentile of accuracy, >saying that love and novoselic had hired him to murder cobain. >novoselic holds his papers up to shield himself from the camera, >goes in and sits down. lee keeps badgering him, so he goes and sits >down on the other side of the room. lee follows him over, and >continues to pester him (as some kid he'd sat next to is just >totally cracking up). finally, novoselic gets up and leaves, never >to return (and never uttering even one word). > >lee is then hanging around, waiting for the meeting to start, when >eddie vedder (whom he calls "the ved") walks in and sits down. so >lee goes over and starts bugging him. eddie says, "no questions >please," and lee answers that, "you're not my fucking messiah," and >then says, "this is politics, not showbiz," and therefore "the ved" >must answer his questions. after some more badgering, a security >guy comes over and threatens to remove lee from the building. lee >explains that he'll shut up, as the meeting is now starting. so he >sits down in front of vedder, aiming his camera back at him. after >a while, he raises the camera up, to get a glimpse of eddie's face >(vedder is also shielding himself with his papers), and vedder >disgustedly shakes his head, and flips off the camera! then, after >a little bit, he gets up to move, and tells lee he's, "a real >motherfucker." >lee responds, "you're a motherfucker straight up, motherfucker. >fuck you. i'm an investigative journalist, mr. rock star." >and i'm just laughing my brains out. > > >lee is a megalomaniacal, obsessive dickhead. but he's damned entertaining! > > > > > >_________________________________________________________________________ >Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com. > >Share information about yourself, create your own public profile at >http://profiles.msn.com. ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 18 Sep 2000 17:54:12 -0400 (EDT) From: Bayard Subject: East coast dates! from http://robynhitchcock.com/auditori.htm Robyn & Grant Lee Phillips USA east coast tour October 13: Theatre for the Living Arts, Philadelphia, PA October 15 & 16: The Iota Club, Alexandria, VA October 17: Joe's Pub, NYC October 18: Maxwell's, Hoboken, NJ October 19: again at Joe's Pub, NYC October 20: The Ram's Head, Annapolis, MD (this one is not listed at the auditorium, but Luther passed along an email from the Ram's Head) October 22, 23: The Middle East, Cambridge, MA ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 18 Sep 2000 18:22:43 -0400 (EDT) From: Bayard Subject: from the WB message bored A couple years ago, I drank a whole cheap bottle of champagne and fell into bed with my headphones on, listening to Queen Elvis over and over again. I love that album. I drifted in and out of consciousness and had a dream at sunrise that my family had left me to long with the animals. An elephant was trying to eat the slippers my mother had bought me for Christmas and a jackass had his teeth clamped hard on the knuckle-bone of my index finger. I looked over at a bunch of people, including my parents and the animal trainers- the animal trainers looked sheepish but didn't seem to care about my alarm. Then, I was in a circle of people and I couldn't tell if they were male or female...I asked a woman on my left "And what kind of animal are you?" I don't remember what she said, but she laughed, and suddenly I had a religious experience: I felt as if a door had opened and was flashing some light on her, and that within that door there was a mirror, and God was on the other side. I saw in a very visceral sense that people are some kind of simplified version of God. OK, now I sound like a stalker. Anyway, I had this spiritual orgasm where I experienced a melting, warm, buzz, everything-is-perfect and I-understand-everything- then I was yelling in the dream "I see! I see!" But I got embarrassed, plus I assumed I was dying, so my embarrassment quickly turned into alarm and fear of imenent death. I forced myself awake, shivering and terrified, and had to go get in my roommates bed I was so scared. Nothing that interesting ever happens to me before 6 am, or noon, or later, for that matter. I have the great Robyn Hitchcock to thank for that one. I know it never would have happened without Queen Elvis. Mary Lyons ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 18 Sep 2000 15:37:31 PDT From: "Souped Up For Ja" Subject: Re: East coast dates! s'pose this means *soft boys* dates??? unless there are two of them, this is factually in arlington. saw bernstein there last year. there's a pretty decent vegetarian indian food joint just a few blocks away. tapers, start your engines! _________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com. Share information about yourself, create your own public profile at http://profiles.msn.com. ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 19 Sep 2000 02:10:07 GMT From: "James Hadfield" Subject: Re: editing question To the writers on the list... Is it correct to say: "It is time that education catches up with technology in the food system." or: "It is time that education catch up with technology in the food system." Tanks... _________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com. Share information about yourself, create your own public profile at http://profiles.msn.com. ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 18 Sep 2000 19:19:21 -0700 From: Chris Gillis Subject: Re: editing question > > "It is time that education catch up with technology in the food system." > Education is singular, but I would never say it was behind food technology, or at least, food inspection technology. .chris - -- chris@photogenica.net http://photogenica.net - -- ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 19 Sep 2000 14:57:56 +1200 From: James Dignan Subject: Reap Paula Yates James ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 18 Sep 2000 22:50:08 -0500 From: "Brian Huddell" Subject: RE: editing question I'm a little iffy about both. How about: "It is time for education to catch up ..." > To the writers on the list... > > > Is it correct to say: > > > "It is time that education catches up with technology in the food system." > > or: > > "It is time that education catch up with technology in the food system." > > > Tanks... > > _________________________________________________________________________ > Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com. > > Share information about yourself, create your own public profile at > http://profiles.msn.com. > > ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 18 Sep 2000 22:21:55 -0700 From: Eb Subject: [ebmaniax-l] Songs From the Eb (Three Different Ones) TRACK 1: I saw Chris Knox for the third time last night, at the recently opened Knitting Factory West. Nice venue with two performance spaces, a classy central bar and a little row of computer terminals restricted to various sponsoring websites (Launch, MuchMusic, etc.). It's in an oddly incongruous area, right near the famous Mann Theater in the heart of Hollywood's tourist district. The main room probably holds about 500 people (if the upper level is open, which wasn't the case this time), but only about 50 people showed up for Knox. A bit depressing, and the pathos of the 80%-empty floor was impossible to ignore all night. Knox was in sandals and shorts, just like the other times I saw him. Sleeveless T-shirt, revealing the tribal-looking band he has tattooed around his left arm. He was looking a bit depraved and ratty, but I guess that's part of his charm. He performed entirely solo with guitar and headset microphone, with intermittent help from a rhythm-machine-and-chords box. He used a music stand and sheet music for all the songs, which is rather un-rock 'n' roll, but I can forgive that. There's this weird psychological effect, which often happens at sparsely attended shows. Folks are afraid to get too close to the artist for some reason, and you end up with this ten-foot-deep "buffer zone" on the floor between the audience and performer. This happens a *lot* at Spaceland, over in Silverlake. This is what arose last night, and it worried me since Knox definitely feeds on crowd energy and the small audience was already a problem. I was tempted to move to the front of the floor to give him some humanity to feed off, but I'm too damn tall and I'd just irritate people behind me. So, I opted to move to the edge of the stage, but on the far right side. Thought it might help him out. Maybe it did, I dunno. Knox *did* wander over to me at one point, and reached down and tickled me in the stomach. Heh. Eventually, he did get some good crowd interaction, when some rascals on the other side started intentionally applauding wildly at inappropriate moments between songs. He said something like "Ahhh...you're just trying to out-weird me, aren't you?" and that's exactly what they were trying to do. Kinda funny, and I think it cheered Knox up. For the final song, he did a neat thing: He called for a guest guitarist from the audience. He looked around, and fastened his eyes on a perfect comic foil: a mousy, short, rotund girl with nerdy, black-rimmed glasses. Aha. So he called her up onstage, told her the chords, showed her the sheet music, turned on the rhythm box and away they went. I believe the chords were simply A-E-G-D. Heck, even I could've played those. :) The girl warned Knox that she didn't quite know how to finger those chords, but he just laughed and said "Ehhh...just thrash it, then!" So, he started singing the tune (sorry, don't know the title), as she clunked away on this heavily distorted guitar. She had the *perfect* amount of ineptitude -- she knew how to finger E, G, D but not A, so every time the chord cycle repeated, it'd start with this delicious dissonance as she misplayed the A chord. Great. Meanwhile, Knox hopped onto the floor and wandered amongst the crowd, generally trying to be an intrusive nuisance and succeeding admirably. Finally, as he worked his way over to my side of the floor, he gave his headset to a guy sitting with his date at a table. So now, this dweeb is singing half-assed la-la-la's as the onstage girl accompanies him, and Knox is just soundlessly waving his hands like a conductor and grinning. Heh. Fun. There's nothing too notable to say about the set list, and I can't rattle off most of the titles anyway. I sure hope that *someday* I hear him sing my favorite Knox tune, "A Song to Welcome the Onset of Maturity" (off Songs of You & Me), but I was disappointed yet again. Oh, and guess who opened? The dreaded Refrigerator, which meant yet another plague of elitist Inland Empire/Shrimper dorks. Thankfully, I missed this performance, due to a ticket-list snafu which almost kept me from getting in at all. Knox seems to have some sort of relationship with Refrigerator -- he addressed several onstage comments to the band members in the audience, and this is the second time I've seen Refrigerator open for Knox (the last time, both Knox *and* Refrigerator were opening for Yo La Tengo). Fadeout. End.... TRACK 2: Today was just *awful*. I was out late because of the Knox show, didn't get to sleep for awhile after getting home and then was awakened extra-early by an unexpected phone call. As a result, I had go to today's installment of jury duty on about 2.5 hours' sleep. Owwwwch. I got off easy as far as the end result goes, but the *process* couldn't have been more exasperating and nervewracking for me. The day started with a room full of about 150 jurors, all in the running to serve on this horrible case involving a Mexican gang member charged with two counts of murder, four counts of attempted murder, robbery, carjacking, kidnapping...you name it. The jury trial would take up to three weeks. Apparently, the case was so elaborate that the offenses had been committed about three years ago. So, the lawyers, judge and defendant are there, and they're going through the voir-dire process, filling the twelve seats with potential jurors, questioning them (both verbally, and via a standardized list of questions on a sheet of paper) and then dismissing unwanted jurors one by one. I was really wound up, and feeling doubly frazzled because of my dire lack of sleep. As the questioning proceeded, it became clear that most of the witnesses in the case would be other gang members (some of them in custody, themselves), that some of the killer's victims were unfortunate *homeless* people, that there were *eight* different crime scenes, etc. etc. Ugly, ugly, ugly. The lawyers gradually rejected a dozen or so jurors over a period of a few hours, before finally finding twelve folks they agreed upon. I exhaled again, and wondered if I was through the gauntlet. Nope, then it's revealed they need to cast four *alternate* jurors, out of the hundred or so of us remaining. Oh lordy. But, good news: They only need to choose those jurors out of 25 candidates! So, they're going to read a long list of names, and everyone named can leave. Great! So, they start reading names. On and on they go. Still, my name wasn't called. Still, my name wasn't called. Still, my name wasn't called. The room is visibly emptying. Still, my name wasn't called. On and on. No name. No name. No name. Room mostly empty now. After several lonnnnnng minutes, the judge announces the end of the list -- and *I'm still here*. Arrrrgh. So now, the odds are only 4 in 25 that I'll be wrangled into alternate-juror status. For two or three weeks. Mercy. We get excused for lunch, but have to return after a hour. I'm feeling so awful between nerves and sleep deprivation that nothing sounds edible to me except for a Coke and a bag of Wheat Thins in the cafeteria. Mostly, I just sit on an ashtray-laden balcony and try to steal some energy from the sun. The godforsaken 25 of us return, and the process begins anew, on a smaller scale. Four jurors take the stand, and go through questioning again. And more folks are being dismissed. The most common reasons, overall: knowing someone who works in law enforcement, owning weapons, speaking poor English, working in a law-related profession and being the victim of a similar crime(s). As each name is called for a new potential juror, I feel my whole chest heave with adrenaline. I'm actually feeling somewhat faint, and my heart is pounding. It's probably my own neurotic weakness, but I really can't deal with this. Especially on minimal sleep and food. One announced name begins "Ehhh-dward," and I really shudder in dread. They rejected about eight different jurors, then finally agreed on the four alternates. There were only about a dozen of us left uncalled, sitting shellshocked in the seats. Extended psychic torture. If I had been called earlier, I figure my unslept crabbiness would've gotten me dismissed pronto, but instead, I had to endure about six hours of prolonged tease 'n' torment. Not to mention the previous service, last Thursday. Ugh, ugh, ugh. Driving home, I really felt like I was down to my last nerve. I couldn't even sleep for awhile after I got home, because some of those darn gardeners with leaf-blowers were in the immediate vicinity. Blah. Fadeout. End.... TRACK 3: Silly shopping news. I was feeling really depressed over the weekend, and sought therapy at a local "vinyl dungeon," one of those places where old secondhand records go to die. For about $16, I bought nine slabs o' vinyl, four of which didn't survive triage. Keeping: Jethro Tull/Heavy Horses (out of print and only 39 cents...a better-than-expected record...the first JT album I've added to my collection since *1989*), Neil Young/Rust Never Sleeps (can you believe I never owned this? blame it on vast overexposure to "Hey Hey My My" during my formative years), Graham Parker & the Rumour/Stick to Me (somewhat of an impulse buy for just a buck, and it's *good*, darn it!) and (gulp) the Moody Blues/On the Threshold of a Dream and A Question of Balance (I have these on a weak-quality, homemade tape which numbers among the first 40 albums I ever owned, but I've been meaning to upgrade them to vinyl...despite my only minor affection for the music). What I'm NOT keeping: Paul McCartney & Wings/Band on the Run (ehhh...four good songs, and I have better versions of all four on Wings Over America), Jefferson Starship/Blows Against the Empire (great sound, terrible songs...so much for Jerry Garcia sneaking into my collection), Jon Anderson/Olias of Sunhillow (well, that'll teach me to be curious about Anderson's solo career) and Mike Oldfield/Five Miles Out (I heard it once during college and liked it, at the time...oh well). I regret buying the Oldfield and Anderson albums (especially since I essentially exchanged about 25 of my own castoff records for them), but that's life. Live and learn. What I learned: I should find somewhere else to dump my unwanted vinyl. Fadeout. End.... Eb, still feeling a bit delirious ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 19 Sep 2000 00:29:20 -0500 From: steve Subject: Re: (New recorder for) East coast dates! ? Souped Up For Ja: >tapers, start your engines! Take a look at this Denon flash card recorder. http://www.del.denon.com/catalog/photo.asp?s=pro&p=DN%2DF20R&f=DNF20R%2Ejpg &c=47 On a 192MB card, it will record 102 minutes of MPEG1 Layer 2 (48kHz/128kbps) stereo. Of course, the deck lists for $1300.00, and I have no idea what the cards cost (and it will take two cards). You can get lots of info via the "back to product list" link. - - Steve __________ Iąd sit down and meditate but my ass is on fire. - Bill Nelson ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 19 Sep 2000 13:36:25 BST From: "matt sewell" Subject: Re: editing question > > >To the writers on the list... > > >Is it correct to say: > > >"It is time that education catches up with technology in the food system." > >or: > >"It is time that education catch up with technology in the food system." > > >Tanks... > Surely it should be "It is time that education caught up with technology in the food system." As in "it is time you caught up." Cheers Matt _________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com. Share information about yourself, create your own public profile at http://profiles.msn.com. ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 19 Sep 2000 09:20:44 -0400 From: the real dick cheney Subject: Re: East coast dates! >October 13: Theatre for the Living Arts, Philadelphia, PA according to the tla schedule, sr-71 is playing on the 13th. hmmmm. >October 15 & 16: The Iota Club, Alexandria, VA as eddie pointed out, this is in arlington...but y'all knew that. they don't seem to have a website, but there are listings and information at: . >October 17: Joe's Pub, NYC grrrrr. joe's pub is a okay place but is generally full of annoying people (and not just because it's associated with the public theater). this could be a tough show to get into as the room is relatively small and all tables and booths. there is a bar in back but, unless they clear the tables out front, there's little standing room. >October 18: Maxwell's, Hoboken, NJ woo hoo! the last few shows i've seen here -- the loud family and the jazz butcher -- were mostly devoid of people. i don't expect that to be the case when robyn and grant trundle into town though. >October 20: The Ram's Head, Annapolis, MD >October 22, 23: The Middle East, Cambridge, MA downstairs. unfortunately for boston fegs, kristin hersh is at the brattle theater on the 22nd while ida and low are at the coolidge corner theather on the 23rd. woj ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 19 Sep 2000 09:26:40 -0400 From: overbury@cn.ca Subject: RE: editing question I think "that" is OK if used with "caught": "It is time that education caught up with ..." ... but I'm a singer. Sort of. > I'm a little iffy about both. How about: > > "It is time for education to catch up ..." > > > To the writers on the list... > > > > > > Is it correct to say: > > > > > > "It is time that education catches up with technology in the food > > system." > > > > or: > > > > "It is time that education catch up with technology in the food > > system." > > > > > > Tanks... ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 19 Sep 2000 09:39:57 -0400 From: overbury@cn.ca Subject: Re: [ebmaniax-l] Songs From the Eb (Three Different Ones) The juror said: >What I'm NOT keeping: Jon Anderson/Olias of Sunhillow (well, that'll teach > me to be curious about Anderson's solo career) Before you dump it, be sure to check the story on the jacket. It was when I bought this album that I finally realised Jon was pulling a fast one on everybody, probably even himself. PS: You done the right thing when you bought that CD player. ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 19 Sep 2000 10:59:46 PDT From: "Souped Up For Ja" Subject: Re: [ebmaniax-l] Songs From the Eb (Three Different Ones) . _________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com. Share information about yourself, create your own public profile at http://profiles.msn.com. ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 19 Sep 2000 19:30:14 +0100 From: "Tony Blackman" Subject: I am particularly stupid Got stuff to send to people and I've left all the addresses at work. I need Ferris's, Woj's and Eddie's addresses if they (or anyone else for that matter) can supply them before I go on holiday tomorrow afternoon and I'll get it in the post. Ta, Tony. ------------------------------ End of fegmaniax-digest V9 #260 *******************************