From: owner-fegmaniax-digest@smoe.org (fegmaniax-digest) To: fegmaniax-digest@smoe.org Subject: fegmaniax-digest V10 #99 Reply-To: fegmaniax@smoe.org Sender: owner-fegmaniax-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-fegmaniax-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk fegmaniax-digest Friday, March 30 2001 Volume 10 : Number 099 Today's Subjects: ----------------- Re: soft boys, schmoft boys ["Stewart C. Russell" ] chicago tickets coming out me ears ["apple apple" ] [QuailEbiax!] Rock-n-Feg Toilet, Part 2 [The Great Quail ] RE: toxicobiobadstuffology (was something about God concepts and burning plastics) [Viv Lyon ] Re: [QuailEbiax!] Rock-n-Feg Toilet, Part 2 ["Jason R. Thornton" ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Fri, 30 Mar 2001 13:25:50 +0100 From: "Stewart C. Russell" Subject: Re: soft boys, schmoft boys "jbranscombe@compuserve.com" wrote: > > All this yapping about some obscure bunch of English misfits... can we get > back to some serious political carping please...? or at the very least discussing good films... like "El Milagro de P. Tinto", which is charming yet demented. ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 29 Mar 2001 00:39:29 -0800 From: Nick Winkworth Subject: STILL NOT DEAD Holy cow! I feel like I'm in that scene in Star Wars where they materialize out of hyperspace expecting a nice quiet planet, but instead find themselves bombarded by asteroids and large chunks of the now disintegrated planet whizzing past their ears. The list is smokin'. It's probably a year since I last posted - I've not been lurking so much as autoforwarding all my feg digests to a folder and ignoring them ...mostly. Back then things were *very* quiet. Heck, I think Eb was even reduced to arguing with himself. What a difference a tour makes! A random scan of my fast-composting digest pile reveals all the old stalwarts re-surfacing, plus loads of new faces. Even our very own "Queen of Toast" has been lured out of lurkdom. Wow! And there's Randi (mail me!), tc, =b, lj, woj, a mega quail-missive, sharkboy, dignan, the Kenster ...everybody! Thanks to not *completely* ignoring the list I was tipped off to the availability of the triple "audiophile quality vinyl" (what's with that, anyway?) UM. However, just as I receive my treasured copy I see THIS: http://www.theonion.com/onion3710/everything_collectible.html Yes, my paperclip collection will be on the web soon - and don't even start about toasters. Give it to... Well, I have my ticket for San Fran and I'm stoked. The last time I saw the Soft Boys perform was in Cambridge in 1979. (yes, I'm *that* old - but there's at least one person on the list older than me. He knows who he is.) I toyed with the idea of going up to Portland as well, but logistics and timing won't let me. Oh well. Seeing as it's a Saturday I'm ready to make a day of it. Anyone else up for a day of Feg fun? Outatowners wanna see the sights? Email me or post to sfbayfegs@yahoogroups.com and let's sort it out there. FEGFOTOS!! OK, OK. I know. The site needs updating. I have a box of photos ready to scan, right here on my desk, see? My only excuse is that as there was no RH tour last autumn my alarm didn't go off and I slept through winter. If you are taking photos on the tour (of other Fegs, that is, not Robyn and the boys) and want them added to the site just get them to me asap and I GUARANTEE I'll have them up by the end of April (sooner, if tax day goes smoothly ;-)). The site currently has pictures of over 90 different Fegs in various combinations and degrees of embarrassment. It should be easy to push that over 100 during this tour. Maybe if I get enough pictures I should have some kind of vote or competition. 100th Feg? Silliest picture? Most daring? Most fegs in one picture? (today the record is 15). Who knows, there might be more so-called "fabulous prizes" (www.njaz.com/fegfotos/fabprizes.htm)... If you haven't seen the fegfotos site, it's at www.njaz.com/fegfotos. You can also find a few Soft Boys ephemera at www.njaz.com/nick/sboys.htm. (I notice the "Museum of RH" pinched my poster scans without so much as a word! Not that I mind...) Finally, thanks to everyone who's posted tour reports. I feel like I was there. Looking forward to seeing all the sfbayfegs again - it's been too long. ~~N woj: good luck with the smoe move! ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 30 Mar 2001 15:58:59 -0000 From: "apple apple" Subject: chicago tickets coming out me ears I'm not sure whether or not the show is sold out (don't think it is) but I have two extra tickets that I need to (hopefully) break even on. Damn friends... Let me know if anybody needs tickets. _________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com. ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 30 Mar 2001 11:04:20 -0800 From: The Great Quail Subject: Re: anyone can play guitar? >> " What can this strange device be >> When I touch it, it gives forth a sound " > >I dunno about this one. It seems to me that the guitar would be grossly out >of tune by the year 2112, and the moisture from the waterfall would >definitely have warped it beyond any hope. Thoughts anyone? ; ) Naw, the amazing thing is this guy, who doesn't know what music is, actually finds the unwarped guitar, and TUNES is perfectly.... Then of course plays it.... Well, it gave me hope that I could one day play guitar, at least... - --Q - -- +---------+---------+---------+---------+---------+---------+---------+ The Great Quail, K.S.C. (riverrun Discordian Society, Kibroth-hattaavah Branch) For fun with postmodern literature, New York vampires, and Fegmania, visit Sarnath: http://www.rpg.net/quail "The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents." -- H.P. Lovecraft ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 30 Mar 2001 11:22:08 -0800 From: The Great Quail Subject: [QuailEbiax!] Rock-n-Feg Toilet, Part 2 Part 2: Boston And it was, of all the damnedest things, snowing.... Here we are, March 26, and it was snowing, I mean a near-blizzard; with Eddie repeating over and over again, as if stunned, "I've never seen it snow this late in the year." Welcome to the East Coast, baby, I thought, settling into the idea that I was to see Robyn in Boston whether I liked it or not. Armed with LJ's trusty digital camera, I began taking pictures of everything -- Eddie's head, the snow, I-95 North, the rubber mermaids Carissa had stuck to the ceiling and which I arranged in various Sapphic positions. (In fact, so many pictures were taken of the New York and Boston Feg-gathering, road-trip, and subsequent shows, I have erected a small page featuring them all with some amazingly insightful and pithy commentary: http://www.w-rabbit.com/dumbstuff/feg2001 ) With only a single stop to use the MacDonald's bathroom and get Eddie a bag of bacon double-cheeseburgers, the Caravan fish-tailed into Boston around 6:30. By now there was several inches of snow on the ground. Making our way through the white whirl to the Paradise Club, we paused to admire the lovely marquee -- THE SOFT BOYS, lovingly set in a rectangle of light bulbs. Next door was a Thai restaurant, where we settled for two hours of Panang, Satay, Pad Thai, Da Nang, Obi Wan Kenobi and Rama Lama Ding Dong. We were also joined by Fegs Aaron Mandel and Jonathan Vail, and called Ken "Forgot my last name didn't you" Kenster, who told us we'd see him at the venue. A few words on these Fegs, none of whom I have ever met before. Jonathan Vail is a nice fellow, with a long pony tail and rugged good looks, he seems more like a kind, rambling cowboy than a Feg in possession of the most Evil-Sounding Name on the List. ("Ahhh, Mr. Bond, I am glad you could join me for dinner...." "But what is the main course, Mr. Vail?" "I'm very glad you asked, James.... Blatzman? Could you kindly release the flesh-eating Nuppies?") And while also quite a handsome fellow, Aaron Mandel looks very much like a character from a Tim Burton movie, with a hawkish face and devilish piles of curls that crest and part across his forehead like horns of black nerf. In fact, he looks exactly like you would expect a Madison-born Cambridge-living walking Indie encyclopedia to look like; though I was half suspecting that he had previous kidnapped Santa Claus on behalf of Jack the Pumpkin King. And watch out when he smiles. I suspect his flashing eyes and manic grin are the last things more than a few missing Harvard students have seen, before completely being drained of blood to the sound of Sugarplastic.... And as reported by Our Man Bayard, who should take the table across from us but one Mr. Robyn Hitchcock and his entourage of Soft Boys? (And one Soft Girl, the Dark Princess, I assume.) I am proud to say that we all kept calm. Indeed, it was that gushing fan-boy Kimberley Rew who had to blow his cool and break the silence, taking the opportunity to wave maniacally to us, pointing out Eddie to Matthew Seligman. ("Look, Matt, there's that bloke Dan Bern warned us about...") Jesus, some people just can't control themselves. Like he's never had stalkers or anything! Oh, and please don't ask, I do not know what Robyn ordered, and I doubt I could spell it anyway. The Paradise was wonderful -- all dark wood and faux-corroded metals, black leather and chrome, a mix of Egyptian and Oriental decor. It was small but elegant, like New York's Bowery Ballroom redesigned by Ozymandias, or perhaps the old 930 Club with flashier decor, significantly more room, a whole upper section with comfortable seats, nicer bartenders, better drinks, a more convenient merchandise table, a coat-check, and completely lacking the oppressive smell of urine. (Well, ok, at least it had a conveniently placed central column obscuring the full view of the stage.) After tricking me into buying a round of beer, Woj positioned the Feg Crew against the stage, under the place where Matthew would later play. We raised our Sam Adams and toasted Eb, and then began to socialize with Feggery. I finally met Ken "It's Ostrander you moron" Kenster. Ken looked nothing like I though he would -- in fact, he appeared respectable, even dashing. He looked more like he belonged at a Dave Matthews Band concert, perhaps with a chick hanging from each arm. Instead, he had Bayard and Eddie. I also met Mitchell, who may or may not have been having a bachelor party (I didn't see any strippers), and in the surprise Feg-appearance of the night, we were greeted by John Partridge, who immediately leapt on me and pummeled me on account of my beliefs in art. Other than that, he was very nice; though if I commented that he was also good-looking, I may start raising some eyebrows. Really, it's not that being alone in a car for six hours with three men has changed my sexual orientation -- I mean, a *twelve-hour* road trip, sure, who wouldn't start dropping the soap in the shower? But I thought some of the Feg-ladies may be interested to know that there are other good-looking male Fegs besides that sexy Mark Gloster. Having acquired a taste for the Young Fresh Fellows the night before (Whoa! This is probably not the best way to open the next paragraph), I was almost as psyched to see them as the Soft Boys, and they did not disappoint. Playing a different set than in Irving Plaza, they might have rocked out a bit less, but had even more fun. The highlight for me was when Kurt Bloch broke a guitar string (the high E) and had to complete his solo and the whole song by transposing everything on the fly. Perhaps finding this to his liking, he celebrated the event by deliberately breaking all his strings on the final song, ending the set with some bona-fide Neil Young one-string air raid screeching. Again, though their set featured less "must have been written while hopped up on goofballs" songs, I still loved it, and now feel obligated to find entire YFF catalog on CD. Goddamn it. The Soft Boys came on soon after, opening with "Sideways" and then kicking off into a set that left me even more impressed and breathless than the night at Irving Plaza. Perhaps it was the venue, perhaps it was the bizarre snowfall, or the sight of Eddie, or the fact that a security guard didn't punch him in the kidneys backstage; but Robyn was looser, looked more enthusiastic, and seemed to have a lot more fun than he did in New York. He was also more chatty, spinning off monologues between the songs and pleasing me greatly with accolades for the Mongolian Gerbil, of which I have two, Nibbler and Twinkle. (Who have their own photo page, by the way.) Unlike the Rewish night in New York, I was right under Matthew, which was a good thing. I'm one of those music geeks who loves watching a bass-player's hands, and I have to say I appreciated his playing a lot more -- I think also the mix might have been off at Irving Plaza. (Of course, I was also closer to his monitor in Boston!) Matthew did some lovely things, including some very spidery hammering through "Human Music" that really made the song for me. Overall, I have to say this show was even better than the other one. The whole band seemed more together, and were having a lot of fun. They also played a few more songs, stretching their set into three, count them, three encores. Though I didn't get my "Silver Wands" or "Astronime Domine," I got to hear "Underwater Moonlight," "Where are the Prawns?", and "Face of Death," none of which were played in El Apple Grande. Highlights for me were again "Old Pervert," and "Underwater Moonlight," which featured Robyn going off on a tangent. And "Element of Light" was even more sublime than the other night; I am not embarrassed to say it brought tears to my eyes. But though this may be heresy, I can't say I like the song "Evil Guy," and hearing it again made me realize that and get comfortable with my ehhhh-ing. Though a second-time through made me warm up to "Sudden Town" and that Zzub Zzub song, both of which didn't quite grab me initially as much as "Pulse of My Heart" and "Mr. Kennedy." If they do cut a new album, I only hope they write a few more kinetic, psychedelic songs to offset the slower-paced new ones. Imagine what the Soft Boys would do with newer songs in the vein of "NASA Clapping," "Adoration of the Cities," or "Antwoman!" Oh, and it was also pleasing to see Scott McCaughey just offstage most of the concert, a huge grin on his face, mouthing the lyrics to various Soft Boys tunes and bopping his head happily. After the gig, the Fegs hung around in photogenic clusters. A bouncer tried to remove us, but Eddie whacked him with a fresh Overbury Stick, and I don't think I have to tell you where he got that from. After that incident, the security were terribly cool, letting us congregate peacefully and take photographs of each other for Nick Winkworth and NakedFegs.com. I slipped out to the merchandise table for a moment to acquire a few crab-pins, and when I returned I spied Kurt Bloch, on stage packing away some gear. Filled with a bubbling sense of post-gig merriment, I pointed my finger at him and remarked, "You fucking rock." I was surprised when, instead of glancing furtively at me and scurrying away, he walked over with a big smile and began talking. (And for those of you that may be wondering, he really does converse in a strangled, distracted squeak that frequently trails off into tittering. This is not a stage voice.) In fact, he really enjoyed talking, and was quite the Chatty Cathy, not to mention a capital fellow. (I love saying that.) Aaron came over and joined in, enlivening the conversation with actual knowledge of the cover songs played, something I am afraid I lacked. (Heck, I just began listening to Nick Drake a few months ago, and I couldn't point out Jonathan Richman in a police line-up.) Shortly thereafter, Matthew and Morris came out, followed by Kimberley. (Robyn was upstairs, talking to People Who Weren't Fegs.) Soon a series of very lively conversations ensued among clusters of Fegs and various Soft Boys. We were happy that they all knew Eddie and Bayard, and Morris even told Eddie that his Web site was missing some gigs. Among other things we discovered: * They're all enchanted to be back together, and have been working on new material. * Morris said that he has never seen Robyn so "ecstatic" in all his years of playing with him. This tour has really energized him. In fact, after the last song tonight, Robyn gleefully proclaimed "That was fantastic!" which is apparently is very rare. * Everyone is very happy for Kimberley's success in "Walking on Sunshine," and apparently Allegra has been very kind to him. Kimberley seems embarrassed and shy at the whole thing. * No one in the band minded any taping, and they are actually pleased that there is such an interest. Especially because they are less certain they may get a live CD out of this than before. * When I asked what the hardest song to play was, Matthew said "Leppo and the Jooves." He said it had the most difficult bass line, not to mention the overall insane groove, and they were always a bit nervous when it was time to play it. (In fact, he admitted that they fucked up the first few bars tonight.) Robyn was also nervous about "Insanely Jealous," but more on account of the fast-fire lyrics. Matthew seemed to have a *lot* of respect for Andy Metcalfe, too, by the way. In fact, Matthew was *such* a nice guy -- very funny and personable. he had nothing but respect for Robyn, comparing him to David Bowie. ("Those guys are really very similar -- and they are the two most creative people I have ever worked with.") Matthew is loving the tour, and said that it was just great to be in a band again, touring -- part of the reason he gave up music was that he was tired of being a session musician. * When asked if there would be a new album and more tours, they all seemed cautious but optimistic. Morris demurred a bit, Kimberley shrugged good-naturedly, while Matthew seemed the most enthused by the idea. I got the impression it was very "wait and see," but they were all clearly enjoying themselves. Eddie and Bayard then handed Morris and Matthew the Wish List -- a list of songs we would like to see played. To our pleasant surprise, they really looked the list over, commenting on each one. (Though some were dismissed as "Andy's songs," which didn't invite further speculation.) While Morris thought that a cover of "Rock Lobster" would be a lot of fun, they immediately nixed "Ballad of a Thin Man," though they said they've been playing "It Takes A Lot to Laugh, It Takes a Train to Cry" during sound checks. "The Asking Tree" and "Way Way Hep uh Hole" were somewhat favorably received; though "Positive Vibrations" was dismissed. It seems Robyn doesn't like the song. Though he claimed to like the song himself, Morris said "Robyn wrote it when he was in a bad place, and no one seems to see that the song was meant as just the reverse." And Matthew's response was to laugh incredulously and say, "You mean you really *like* that song?" For some reason, they avoided further discussion of "I've Got the Hots," saying they played it at the beginning, but dropped it. Well.... After eating Aaron Mandel and dropping his bones off in Cambridge, Eddie drove us all to Chez Woj in New Haven, arriving at 4:30 am. During this nocturnal trip, Eddie also played a most unusual CD, a recording of two men arguing -- a weirdly dysfunctional couple composed of a gnarly redneck homophobe and his evil-tempered gay roommate. Apparently it was made by two other guys who lived next door to them, and hooked a microphone up to the paper-thin walls. Believe it or not, Bayard and I actually fell asleep to the sound of, "You smell like a dog, you *are* a dog! You fucking -- I'll fucking kill you!" and so on. I am sure this rich material will be providing Eddie with countless false names and sig-files for years. Woj, by the way, lives in a roomy palace with every wall devoted to images of Tori, KaTe, or Xena the Warrior Princess. Despite the fact that a single heterosexual male couldn't possibly account for all the meticulously labeled tapes of "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" that filled the shelves, I *still* didn't get to meet the mysterious "Meredith," who somehow got up and left for work without waking up the three men sleeping in the adjacent living room. Though Bayard claims to have met her once, I am still dubious. Why does our List master feel the need to invent a girlfriend? Ladies, is he really so hot that you would all start swamping him with flowers, chocolates, and nude pictures if you didn't think he was taken? My God, the ego of the man. Leaving Woj to contemplate what CDRs and Minidiscs were surreptitiously stolen by the rest of us, we left for Brooklyn, where I launched into a discussion of why females nest closer to the ground than males. We arrived home shortly after noon to a house full of Carissa's cheer and lingering traces of LJ's night with the Gallagher brothers. (I had to dislodge Noel from the closet.) Bubbling with our stories and enthusiasm, we believed we would be greeted as conquering heroes -- after all, we dined next to Robyn, we saw an amazing show, and we jabbered with the Soft Boys until long after midnight. But all LJ had to say was, "So then where's my fucking wooden Jesus?!" - --Q - -- +---------+---------+---------+---------+---------+---------+---------+ The Great Quail, K.S.C. (riverrun Discordian Society, Kibroth-hattaavah Branch) For fun with postmodern literature, New York vampires, and Fegmania, visit Sarnath: http://www.rpg.net/quail "The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents." -- H.P. Lovecraft ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 30 Mar 2001 10:31:29 -0600 From: "Gene Hopstetter, Jr." Subject: Legit CD-R on ebay: Poetry in Lotion? This looks like another illegit CD-R on ebay. It's on auction by seller 'rodsong.' If I'm wrong, please accept my apologies. Here's the description (the caps are not mine, of course). RARE CD IMPORT..ROBYN HITCHCOCK & FRIENDS " POETRY IN LOTION" CD..AN EXCELLENT FUN, LOOSE EVENING AT LARGO WITH ROBYN AT HIS SURREAL BEST DOING UNIQUE TAKES ON CLASSICS AND IMPROVISING..JON BRION PLAYS ALONG...SONGS INCLUDE" 1 GET OFF OF MY CLOUD 2 TAUGHT TO READ BY A BICYCLE 3 FOXEY LAY 4 RING OF FIRE 5 FOREVER IN BLUE JEANS 6 THATS WHEN YOUR HEARTACHE BEGINS 7 SUSPICIOUS MINDS 8 SON OF THE EVIL BLOOD DESTROYER 9 WHEN YOU WISH UPON A STAR SUNG BY JOHN BRION RECORDED LIVE AT LARGO CAFE 8/27/99..THERE IS 1 COPY AND ONE COPY ONLY OF THIS CD AVAILABLE.....BUYER PAYS FEES AND SHIPPING AND HANDLING,NO CHECKS OR OTHER MONEY ORDER ACCEPTED EXCEPT CASH FROM ABROAD ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 30 Mar 2001 08:46:00 -0800 From: "Sirloin Stockade" Subject: waterloo 3/28/01, The Legendary Horseshoe Tavern, Toronto You'll Have To Go Sideways Queen Of Eyes Tonight Old Pervert My Mind Is Connected To Your Dreams Kingdom Of Love I Wanna Destroy You The Pulse Of My Heart Human Music Leppo And The Jooves Airscape Underwater Moonlight Insanely Jealous Sudden Town Only The Stones Remain Rock And/Or Roll Toilet Mr. Kennedy The Bells Of Rhymney Train 'round The Bend Each Of Her Silver Wands Face Of Death 3/29/01, St. Andrew's Hall, Detroit You'll Have To Go Sideways Tonight Old Pervert Queen Of Eyes Underwater Moonlight Kingdom Of Love I Wanna Destroy You Evil Guy Airscape Leppo And The Jooves The Bells Of Rhymney Sudden Town Insanely Jealous Human Music Astronomy Domine Rock And/Or Roll Toilet Mr. Kennedy My Mind Is Connected To Your Dreams Only The Stones Remain _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 30 Mar 2001 09:26:37 -0800 (PST) From: Viv Lyon Subject: RE: toxicobiobadstuffology (was something about God concepts and burning plastics) On Fri, 30 Mar 2001, Yudt.Matthew wrote: > Sorry to everyone if this is way out of topic - but that's what makes > this place so cool. Agreed. > > These things are EXTREMELY damaging to individual organisms in SMALL > > quantities. So yes, one religious group in Pennsylania is doing > > serious > > physical damage. Far worse than, say, keeping a child in the > > basement and > > beating it daily. > > > NO FUCKING WAY. To any of this statement, in fact, no fucking way. > First of all, there are safe exposure limits - like it or not! To > just about everything, too. People who are so anti-technology need to > realize this. You can oppose the use of technology (chemical > synthesis) on moral grounds, or oppose the capatilistic principles > upon whcih the industry is run, whatever, but you are mistaken when > you think every damned synthetic chemical is bad! There are hundreds > of NATURALLY OCCURING compounds which are far more carcinogenic and > toxic than those you mentioned - and we're only beginning to find out > about these. But carcinogenicity is only one awful side-effect of wantonly distributed chemicals. There's also neurotoxicity, and much more scary are the effects of hormone disrupting chemicals (such as are found in most common pesticides). These are the ones that are dangerous in extremely tiny amounts, leading to sterility in birds and alligators, and in hormonal imbalances in humans that impair physical and mental development. There's a book called Silent Spring (I'm sure you've heard of it- rather ground-breaking stuff) that elucidates the propoerties and dangers of these hormone disrupting and mimicking chemicals. I find it difficult to believe that someone with your background would be unaware of these factors, and assume it must just be an oversight. Vivien ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 30 Mar 2001 12:05:01 -0500 From: recount chocula Subject: Audiotest 1 some of you may find this amusing. there's even one relevent song in there. >From: "glenn mcdonald" >To: "Ecto" >Subject: Audiotest 1 >Date: Fri, 30 Mar 2001 01:19:22 -0500 > >For my own amusement, and possibly that of the geekier among you, I have >just assembled a little music-recognition challenge. It is an audio collage >of 40 clips from unidentified cover songs, and you are to try to figure out >the song titles, the performers in the clip and the songs' original artists >for as many of them as you can. A few have Ecto relevance, many don't. Some >are probably easy, some may be very obscure. You may use any resources at >your disposal, except I won't give hints. This is kind of a test run to help >me decide whether these are enough fun to try to solve to put up on my >public web site, so any feedback would be very welcome. Answers due by 8am, >EDT, 5 April. It's possible there will be a prize for the winner. > >http://www.furia.com/audiotests/ > >glenn ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 30 Mar 2001 09:47:37 -0800 From: "Jason R. Thornton" Subject: Re: [QuailEbiax!] Rock-n-Feg Toilet, Part 2 At 11:22 AM 3/30/01 -0800, The Great Quail wrote: >During this nocturnal trip, Eddie also played a most unusual CD, a >recording of two men arguing -- a weirdly dysfunctional couple composed of >a gnarly redneck homophobe and his evil-tempered gay roommate. Apparently >it was made by two other guys who lived next door to them, and hooked a >microphone up to the paper-thin walls. Believe it or not, Bayard and I >actually fell asleep to the sound of, "You smell like a dog, you *are* a >dog! You fucking -- I'll fucking kill you!" and so on. I am sure this rich >material will be providing Eddie with countless false names and sig-files >for years. Is Eddie still torturing his passengers with this? I believe he uses the recording as a sort of test. If you can listen to it for a couple of hours without chewing your own ears off (or smothering them in Ranch dressing and asking Eddie to do it for you), you're permitted to join Eddie's Secret Society of Passive-Aggressive Telepathic Socialist Vegan Monks. Either that, or the Hurricane & Monsoon Fanclub. I forget which. Last tour, I failed halfway between Sacramento and San Francisco, and forced him to put on Madonna's "Erotica," which Eddie just adores. Especially the song about oral sex. I'm still not completely convinced that the recording is "real." - --Jason "Only the few know the sweetness of the twisted apples." - Sherwood Anderson ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 30 Mar 2001 09:53:21 -0800 From: "Crazy Unca' Nick" Subject: STILL NOT DEAD (This is a resend. woj: if you find my original in dead mail, ignore it!) Holy cow! I feel like I'm in that scene in Star Wars where they materialize out of hyperspace expecting a nice quiet planet, but instead find themselves bombarded by asteroids and large chunks of the now disintegrated planet whizzing past their ears. The list is smokin'. It's probably a year since I last posted - I've not been lurking so much as autoforwarding all my feg digests to a folder and ignoring them ...mostly. Back then things were *very* quiet. Heck, I think Eb was even reduced to arguing with himself. What a difference a tour makes! A random scan of my fast-composting digest pile reveals all the old stalwarts re-surfacing, plus loads of new faces. Even our very own "Queen of Toast" has been lured out of lurkdom. Wow! And there's Randi (mail me!), tc, =b, lj, woj, a mega quail-missive, sharkboy, dignan, the Kenster ...everybody! Thanks to not *completely* ignoring the list I was tipped off to the availability of the triple "audiophile quality vinyl" (what's with that, anyway?) UM. However, just as I receive my treasured copy I see THIS: http://www.theonion.com/onion3710/everything_collectible.html Yes, my paperclip collection will be on the web soon - and don't even start about toasters. Give it to... Well, I have my ticket for San Fran and I'm stoked. The last time I saw the Soft Boys perform was in Cambridge in 1979. (yes, I'm *that* old - but there's at least one person on the list older than me. He knows who he is.) I toyed with the idea of going up to Portland as well, but logistics and timing won't let me. Oh well. Seeing as it's a Saturday I'm ready to make a day of it. Anyone else up for a day of Feg fun? Outatowners wanna see the sights? Email me or post to sfbayfegs@yahoogroups.com and let's sort it out there. FEGFOTOS!! OK, OK. I know. The site needs updating. I have a box of photos ready to scan, right here on my desk, see? My only excuse is that as there was no RH tour last autumn my alarm didn't go off and I slept through winter. If you are taking photos on the tour (of other Fegs, that is, not Robyn and the boys) and want them added to the site just get them to me asap and I GUARANTEE I'll have them up by the end of April (sooner, if tax day goes smoothly ;-)). The site currently has pictures of over 90 different Fegs in various combinations and degrees of embarrassment. It should be easy to push that over 100 during this tour. Maybe if I get enough pictures I should have some kind of vote or competition. 100th Feg? Silliest picture? Most daring? Most fegs in one picture? (today the record is 15). Who knows, there might be more so-called "fabulous prizes" (www.njaz.com/fegfotos/fabprizes.htm)... If you haven't seen the fegfotos site, it's at www.njaz.com/fegfotos. You can also find a few Soft Boys ephemera at www.njaz.com/nick/sboys.htm. (I notice the "Museum of RH" pinched my poster scans without so much as a by-your-leave! Not that I mind...) Finally, thanks to everyone who's posted tour reports. I feel like I was there. Looking forward to seeing all the sfbayfegs again - it's been too long. ~N ------------------------------ End of fegmaniax-digest V10 #99 *******************************