From: owner-fegmaniax-digest@smoe.org (fegmaniax-digest) To: fegmaniax-digest@smoe.org Subject: fegmaniax-digest V11 #147 Reply-To: fegmaniax@smoe.org Sender: owner-fegmaniax-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-fegmaniax-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk fegmaniax-digest Tuesday, May 7 2002 Volume 11 : Number 147 Today's Subjects: ----------------- RE: Chicago / NYC Tree ["Poole, R. Edward" ] Re: Will the *real* Mexican God please step forward? [Michael R Godwin ] Re: Balloon Kids!! [Steve Talkowski ] RIP [glen uber ] LePetomania hits NZ [Michael R Godwin ] [none] ["May Apple" ] the body Robyn saw (was Mexigod) ["ross taylor" ] Ships/tots ["Scott McCleary" ] Re: whatever happened to Xochipilli? ["Kenneth Johnson" ] Re: Will the *real* Mexican God please step forward? ["Kenneth Johnson" <] My final word on Quezalcoatl! [The Great Quail ] crabs ["Jason R. Thornton" ] Re: My final word on Quezalcoatl! ["Jonathan Fetter" ] portals schmortals ["ross taylor" ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Tue, 7 May 2002 10:10:24 -0400 From: "Poole, R. Edward" Subject: RE: Chicago / NYC Tree Glad to hear a new & improved tree is on the way -- how gallant of you to swallow your pride of authorship (recordership?) for the larger good. Excellent. > listening like a maniac to the new Rush album How exactly does one "listen like a maniac?" I've found most maniacs are quite poor listeners -- at least when it comes to requests/commands ("put down the knife" or "please come away from the window"). I'm also puzzled by the Rush thing -- I never really got into them (though I fervently admired Neal Peart as a kid (still do, from a distance), before deciding the guitar was cooler -- man, how wrong I was!) and frankly, I fail to understand the crossover audience between Rush & RH. They seem SO different -- not that I, or anyone else on the list, has or should have narrow tastes in music, but Rush seems almost the opposite of RH. - - "And what about the voice of Geddy Lee? How did it get so high? I wonder if he speaks like an ordinary guy? (I know him, and he does)." [Pavement] ============================================================================This e-mail message and any attached files are confidential and are intended solely for the use of the addressee(s) named above. This communication may contain material protected by attorney-client, work product, or other privileges. If you are not the intended recipient or person responsible for delivering this confidential communication to the intended recipient, you have received this communication in error, and any review, use, dissemination, forwarding, printing, copying, or other distribution of this e-mail message and any attached files is strictly prohibited. If you have received this confidential communication in error, please notify the sender immediately by reply e-mail message and permanently delete the original message. To reply to our email administrator directly, send an email to postmaster@dsmo.com Dickstein Shapiro Morin & Oshinsky LLP http://www.legalinnovators.com ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 7 May 2002 15:16:37 +0100 (BST) From: Michael R Godwin Subject: Re: Will the *real* Mexican God please step forward? On Tue, 7 May 2002, The Great Quail wrote: > Ah, but the relevant lyric is "Time will destroy you like a Mexican > God." The key word is *like*, making this into a metaphor. To me, > that indicates that the singer is not directly addressing any > crumbling Aztec ruins -- he is using the Aztecs as an extended > metaphor, one with a clever ambiguous double-meaning in the word > like. (Which allows Time to both be destroyer of Mexican Gods, while > simultaneously taking on their destructive power itself, which > renders the abstract "time" more human by giving it the cruel > attributes of a deity.) OK > I still see the song as a lament. The singer is haunted by an image > of someone/something that he once loved, someone/something who was > cruel to him, terrible; and yet held him utterly in thrall. Now that > the relationship is long over, he cannot banish her(?) memory, nor > the power she(?) held over him, and he realizes that only time will > offer a solution -- by erasing them all, the singer, the object, and > the memory itself. OK > Of course, my interpretation is complicated because of the constant > references to some physical object. And why the nautical imagery? > Crow's nest? Drowned sailors? Floats? I almost feel like the "object" > of the song might be the figurehead of a ship. Perhaps the singer is > not referring at all to a real person, but a ship and its subsequent > wreck? How about this? The loved one is drowning ("upside down face ... praying for amnesia to finish you off"). The sailors are obviously all drowned already when "the horror of you floats so close by my window", so presumably the loved one has drowned by verse 3. In the final verse, the singer, still reeled in by the loved one, is about to be sacrificed and thrown in the water, whereupon his heart floats to the surface ("flies to the ceiling") so that the element which has enveloped the loved one also captures his heart, literally and metaphorically. The problem with this is who is "cruel, magnificent and roasting your people"? Surely this is the Mexican god putting in an appearance - not just as a metaphor. My guess is that this piece started as another "Wife and my dead wife" song, but the Mexican god turned up at the end of verse one and subsequently muscled in on the rest of the verses. - Mike "Chac-mool" Godwin PS I'm trying to identify that "chip chip chipper" bit. Maybe an echo of "Trip trip to a dream dragon"? Or "chick chick chick chick chicken, lay a little egg for me" ? > >> Chip-chip-chipper up in the crow's nest > >> Upside down face but it still saw a lot > >> Flaking off, breaking off, crumbled and cracking > >> Time will destroy you like a Mexican god > >> > >> Dreaming your eyes away, closed to the future > >> Pray for amnesia to finish you off > >> This is the evil I wished on so many > >> Time will destroy you like a Mexican god > >> > >> Moon in a cup, crushed garlic and babies > >> Sailors all stagnant and bloating and rough > >> The horror of you floats so close by my window > >> At least when I die, your memory will too > >> > >> Cruel, magnificent, roasting your people > >> I am secure at the end of your rod > >> Cut out my heart and it flies to the ceiling > >> Time will destroy you like a Mexican god ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 07 May 2002 11:12:38 -0400 From: Stewart Russell Subject: Re: Is Vic There? Christopher Gross wrote: > > Any relation to the Monty Python routine (on "Matching Tie and > Handkerchief") where someone calls in to a farming talk show to ask "Is > Vic there?" yes, afaik. Wasn't it originally a philosophy show? Stewart - -- Gandalf Graphics Limited, Markham, Ontario, Canada ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 7 May 2002 11:25:06 -0400 From: Steve Talkowski Subject: Re: Balloon Kids!! On Tuesday, May 7, 2002, at 12:50 AM, The other Mr Feg wrote: > Apparently Balloon Man will be among the songs performed at the end of > year school concert for the > benefit of the assembled parents(!) That's very cool! I hope you get to capture this on video and post the mp3 for all of us to hear. The few "pop" songs I got to cover in high school marching band (as a former trombonist) were "Sir Duke" and "Tusk". (geez, did that just age me or what) ; P - -Steve Class of '83 Marcos De Niza, Tempe AZ ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 7 May 2002 08:26:00 -0700 From: glen uber Subject: RIP Songwriter Otis Blackwell, age 70. - -- Cheers! - -g- "Start your own revolution and cut out the middle man." - --Billy Bragg glen uber =+= blint (at) mac dot com ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 7 May 2002 16:46:25 +0100 (BST) From: Michael R Godwin Subject: LePetomania hits NZ http://news.bbc.co.uk/hi/english/sci/tech/newsid_1972000/1972621.stm - - MRG ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 07 May 2002 15:53:01 +0000 From: "May Apple" Subject: [none] James: >I've already sold two paintings! (admittedly, both to people I know, but still...). Hot Diggity Dawg! Congratulazations. Think of it as the ultimate complement if a friend buys stuff--its one thing to say "how nice." Its a nother thing completely to fling cold hard cash at you. :-) (the last time I sold stuff, two people who hate me bought stuff. Now -that- was weird.) - -------------------- Nat: >My cat bite has faded to a tiny divot, a week after my doctor said, "Your hand looks like a tomato." Oh poor Nat. Still, this cant't help but make me think, Im not sure Robyn had a cat in mind with his " said the spike to the tomoto" ? Well, not for the spike at least;0) >My favorite Robyn put-down is "The first time she saw you, she hoped you >were gay/It's hard to recover when you're the disease." Yowch. Major yowch. Plus Ive always had the impression that he was aiming that one at himself. - --------------------------- The put-down thread has melded with the Mexican God thread to produce this melange. If you're at all verbal, its very easy to come up with insulting quips. Almost too easy. Shooting fish in a barrel is not a challanging or commedable sport. For me its something you sink to, not rise to. Frankly his readiness to deliver such is one of the things I like least about EC. Luckily his wit also has other, deeper uses. Robyn has -at least- as much aggression as the next person, and can do an "you idiot" song as well as anyone, including EC. But as he's aged, it seems to me he has tended to eschew the more obvious "Me good. You bad" stuff. One way he seems to do this is by screwing with identity. The narrator who keeps changing pronouns is, I have the impression, something he does alot(theres part of me that would love to open a thread on that technique, but its a pretty vast subject)? Its something I really like cause it so opens up the song(something both Lennon and Dylan, the complete masters of both the musical put-down and the open-up, did and do). Is Robyn singing to a crumbeling, Ozymadis-like statue"(damn, wrote that before I read the digest, James and Jill;-), to a part of himself("I am secure at the end of your rod", is the god an erection;-?)another person, the Judeo-Christian god who appears to shape our society, time itself,which creates and destroys itself, those truely lothsome historical Aztec gods, force, which unlike love, can only be mortal? For me this kind of fluidity makes sense. Its what life feels like. Meanings are polyvalent. I can sing it for whatever I need to get out at the moment(and it does do -great- as an "you impossible prick"/ "then why do I miss you" type song, as Quail so aptly points out), but all the while knowing the other meanings are still there. I like that. I find that alot more gratifying than songs that try to restrict one's feeling-life into utter unambivilent simplicity. It does justice to the vastness within. Thou I kinda partial to Nick's reading too. I wouldnt be suprised if when Robyn was writing that his mind worked somewhat along those lines. But what you think you're writing usually isnt the full extent of what you really are writing. Agree with Quail on why the water imagery? - -------------------------------- Nick: Apparently Balloon Man will be >among the songs performed at the end of year school concert for the >benefit of the assembled parents(!). This may wind up a more painful experience that you anticipate;-) Thou it could be worse, your daughter could be in 5th grade and the beginning orchestra could be doing it. I can hear those extra, added-on violins now... And the banjo... YOOWWWCCHHHHHHH. Kay, who does find it consoling that some of the stuff ones suffered, if one never really tells it, will indeed vanish with death. "I'm afraid of librarians -- they have whips and high heels." Andrei Codrescu _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp. ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 07 May 2002 12:05:00 -0400 From: "ross taylor" Subject: the body Robyn saw (was Mexigod) I have now been pretty much converted to Quail's take on Mexican God, but I think the chipping/ flaking of an ancient monument is still important. But the monument seems to be conflated w/ the ship stuff, the crow's nest. Anyway ... I forget when RH's trip to Mexico was, but he did a good deal of commenting on it in the press -- some mag even ran a few journal entries by him. There, & elsewhere he talked about a dead body he saw on the beach, often saying something like "I've just seen what I will eventually become." This was after his father died, so it wasn't technically his 1st corpse (I assume), but maybe the 1st seen in a "natural" state. The places I read, it hadn't yet been discovered how the man died, but on a beach there is the suggestion of a swimming or boating accident. Not the sort of boat that would have a crow's nest, but gets us into that image territory ... The graphics in the CD booklet have a drawing of a (modern looking) dead person by Mexican God lyrics. Not sure how much RH would have had to do w/ those graphics. So are the untranscribed lyrics "oooh, wap-shoo wadda wadda" ? Ross Taylor Join 18 million Eudora users by signing up for a free Eudora Web-Mail account at http://www.eudoramail.com ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 7 May 2002 09:08:29 -0700 From: "Scott McCleary" Subject: Ships/tots But, Mr. Wells, Manilow's Ships was actually penned by Ian Hunter, so it might inch up a bit on the coolometer. Schuyler (the 4yo) really digs the Storefront DVD -- I had it on the other night and she abandoned coloring and curled up next to me and watched durn near most of it. Kendall (the 3yo) will dance to anything at this point (Hitchcock, Ohio Players, Husker Du doesn't matter), so I'm not sure if she's not developed a taste in music yet or if she's simply absorbed ours. ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 07 May 2002 09:12:36 -0700 From: "Kenneth Johnson" Subject: Re: whatever happened to Xochipilli? ok here's my take: archaeological digs and stone idols aside, the song is also filled with images of a ship/boat (possibly sinking "The horror of you floats so close by my window"). My interpretation of that which destruction is wished upon is a powerful nation/corporation. ("I am secure at the end of your rod"). the powerful multinationals or those in power anywhere who abuse said power as if they were gods, like the mythical gods of yore will too crumble under the most omnipotent force we know of: time. are there any gods, mexican or otherwise, buried at the bottom of the sea (Lovecraft anyone?) the chip-chip-chipper in the crow's nest makes me think of a happy bird at the top of the mast of the sinking ship. perhaps oblivious or apathetic to its fate. but the image of chipping away at stone idol works as well. for such a short simple song its imagery is multi-layered. >From: grutness@surf4nix.com (James Dignan) >Reply-To: grutness@surf4nix.com (James Dignan) >To: fegmaniax@smoe.org >Subject: whatever happened to Xochipilli? >Date: Tue, 7 May 2002 10:35:03 +1200 > > >> > Thus, "Time will destroy you like a Mexican God" = > >> > "Time wll destroy you like time destroyed the Mexican Gods." I >remember > >> > that at the time, this was a bit of a revelation, because I had >already > >> > heard that lyric as "Time will destroy you like a Mexican God >destroys > >>one." > >> > >> I never heard it like this. To me, it has always been in the spirit of, > >> "So, who's afraid of Cihuacoatl these days?". Maybe it's a NAm/UK usage > >> difference. > > > >That's the way I've always taken it. An eroded and lichen-covered >remnant, > >stripped of emotional power/control. > >I usually hear it that way, although it can be taken both ways. > >I see it as Robyn's "Ozymandias", the rubble of the once mightly, proud >statue surrounded by its once rich and now empty land. > > >I personally favor the second one; that is, at least, how I "hear" > >the song in my imagination. I also wonder at the first stanza; he > >seems to be referring to some concrete object, like a figurehead, > >which of course returns in the later imagery.... > > > >- --Quail > > > > * * * * * * > >Chip-chip-chipper up in the crow's nest > >Upside down face but it still saw a lot > >Flaking off, breaking off, crumbled and cracking > >Time will destroy you like a Mexican god > >I see it as the archaeologist slowly unearthing the fallen head of some >stone idol. I'm probably completely wrong about this bit, but to me the >first line always reminds me that the discovery of a lot of Central >American archaeological sites was from the air (could chip-chip-chipper be >the sound of a helicopter? Or is that too far fetched?) > >also, there's another part which can be (deliberately?) read two ways: > >"This is the evil I wished on so many >Time will destroy you like a Mexican god" > >= I wish that time would destroy you like it destroyed the Mexican gods. > >OR: > >"This is the evil eye, wished on so many >Time will destroy you like a Mexican god" > >= You will be destroyed by the relentless, 'supernatural' force that is >time (as relentless and supernatural as the old Mexican gods) > >James > > James Dignan, Dunedin, New Zealand. =-.-=-.-=-.-=-.-=-.-=-.-= > .-=-.-=-.-=-.- > .-=-.-=-.-=-.-=-.-=-.-=-.-=-.-=-.-=-.-=-.-=-.-=-.-=-.-=-.-=-. > -.-=-.-=-.-=-.-=-.-=-.-= You talk to me as if from a distance > =-.-=-. And I reply with impressions chosen from another time > -=-.-=-.-=-.-=-.-=-.-=-.-=-.-=- (Brian Eno - "By this River") Kenneth ****** "When will our consciences grow so tender that we will act to prevent human misery rather than avenge it?" --Eleanor Roosevelt "I love America more than any other country in the world and, exactly for this reason, I insist on the right to criticize her perpetually." - -- James Baldwin "What does it matter to the dead, the orphans, and the homeless whether the mad destruction is wrought under the name of totalitarianism or the holy name of liberty or democracy?" -- Mahatma Gandhi _________________________________________________________________ Send and receive Hotmail on your mobile device: http://mobile.msn.com ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 07 May 2002 12:25:46 -0400 From: mary Subject: Re: the body Robyn saw (was Mexigod) At 12:05 PM 5/7/2002 -0400, ross taylor wrote: >I forget when RH's trip to Mexico was, but he >did a good deal of commenting on it in the >press -- some mag even ran a few journal >entries by him. There, & elsewhere he talked Actually, it was during Robyn's trip to Rio that he saw the dead body. Here's an archived version of the article on Fegmania: http://www.fegmania.org/archives/articles/whfs-press Mary np - Beth Orton "Trailer Park" ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 07 May 2002 09:43:21 -0700 From: "Kenneth Johnson" Subject: Re: Will the *real* Mexican God please step forward? I think that it is a specific simile, that he directly compares something to a Mexican god. My favorite take is Mexican god = multinational corporation. the following lines lead me to believe it is a government or corporation or religion or some other all powerful entity, left unidentified and open for the listener to apply his/her own and not a personal relationship a la Guildford: "Dreaming your eyes away, closed to the future... Cruel, magnificent, roasting your people I am secure at the end of your rod...." then there's the sinking ship: "Chip-chip-chipper up in the crow's nest.... Sailors all stagnant and bloating and rough The horror of you floats so close by my window...." the stone idol amongst the ruins (under the sea?): "Upside down face but it still saw a lot Flaking off, breaking off, crumbled and cracking..." and the human sacrifice: "Moon in a cup, crushed garlic and babies... Cruel, magnificent, roasting your people.... Cut out my heart and it flies to the ceiling....." never noticed the bloated sailor on the beach in the liner notes...good find! Kenneth > > > > * * * * * * > > Chip-chip-chipper up in the crow's nest > > Upside down face but it still saw a lot > > Flaking off, breaking off, crumbled and cracking > > Time will destroy you like a Mexican god > > > > Dreaming your eyes away, closed to the future > > Pray for amnesia to finish you off > > This is the evil I wished on so many > > Time will destroy you like a Mexican god > > > > Moon in a cup, crushed garlic and babies > > Sailors all stagnant and bloating and rough > > The horror of you floats so close by my window > > At least when I die, your memory will too > > > > Cruel, magnificent, roasting your people > > I am secure at the end of your rod > > Cut out my heart and it flies to the ceiling > > Time will destroy you like a Mexican god Kenneth _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp. ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 7 May 2002 13:32:06 -0500 From: The Great Quail Subject: My final word on Quezalcoatl! Thanks to the new info about his encounter with a corpse in South America, Robyn's personal meaning for his song seems a bit more clear to me now. (Though, like many of his songs, he leaves it open for numerous interpretations. Like Kay, one thing I love about his music is its polyvalent nature. It's very friendly to ambiguity and personal interpretation!) Relevant Robyn comments: * * * * * Interval in Rio Sitting in a restaurant booth looking over the sea to the waves of mountains in the distance. On the beach, across two vibrant main roads from here, lies a corpse. It's the first dead human I've ever seen -- it was a she, I think. [...] It was lying face down with a towel over its head. What was striking about it was the utter stillness. Not the motionlessness of a sleeper, but the stillness of a dead thing. Flies sparkled on its hands and ankles. Its hands were stretched out forward, and it looked as though it had been dragged a little way up the sand. Maybe she drowned. [...] Note a bit later: No, they haven't taken the corpse away. There was a crowd around it taking pictures as I returned from supper. [...] Two days later, on the beach [...] The corpse has gone, but the living are still with us. [...] I've been writing songs all day. * * * * * >> Chip-chip-chipper up in the crow's nest >> Upside down face but it still saw a lot >> Flaking off, breaking off, crumbled and cracking >> Time will destroy you like a Mexican god He was obviously affected by the corpse, and incorporated it into a song about the inevitability of death. I think he conflates the corpse with a sailor -- perhaps he imagines it as a sailor, one who has happily seen many things from the vantage point of a ship's crow's nest. But now, washed-up on the beach and face-down, it serves to remind us that Time will destroy us all -- cruel like the Aztec pantheon, which it also destroyed in its turn. >> Dreaming your eyes away, closed to the future >> Pray for amnesia to finish you off >> This is the evil I wished on so many >> Time will destroy you like a Mexican god I think this verse may also be directed at the general listener, indicating how we all shut away the knowledge of our sure and certain demise. I especially now see the meaning of the "This is the evil I wished on so many" line -- upon seeing his "first corpse," Robyn sardonically muses upon the fate he desired for many living people he knew. (Re: "I Wanna Destroy You," and so on.) >> Moon in a cup, crushed garlic and babies >> Sailors all stagnant and bloating and rough >> The horror of you floats so close by my window >> At least when I die, your memory will too Well, aside from the stream-of-consciousness aspect of the first two lines, it definitely seems to be a rumination upon death, nautical disasters in particular. Which creates a nice bridge to the line "The horror of you floats so close by my window," which may refer to the image of the corpse haunting him, perhaps for the rest of his life. >> Cruel, magnificent, roasting your people >> I am secure at the end of your rod >> Cut out my heart and it flies to the ceiling >> Time will destroy you like a Mexican god The first three lines are addressed to Time, with the image of his heart flying upwards adding an elusive sense of poignancy.... - --Quail ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 07 May 2002 10:42:56 -0700 From: "Jason R. Thornton" Subject: crabs I know y'all love crustaceans, but San Diego beaches are being overrun by them... http://www.uniontrib.com/news/science/20020507-9999_1m7crabs.html I saw some footage on the news this morning, and the area down by the waterline was completely covered with these suckers. ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 7 May 2002 14:55:58 -0400 (EDT) From: "Jonathan Fetter" Subject: Re: My final word on Quezalcoatl! Like Neil once said, "It's a song about trees..." On Tue, 7 May 2002 13:32:06 -0500, The Great Quail wrote : > Thanks to the new info about his encounter with a corpse in South > America, Robyn's personal meaning for his song seems a bit more clear > to me now. (Though, like many of his songs, he leaves it open for > numerous interpretations. Like Kay, one thing I love about his music > is its polyvalent nature. It's very friendly to ambiguity and > personal interpretation!) > > Relevant Robyn comments: > > * * * * * > Interval in Rio > > Sitting in a restaurant booth looking over the sea to the waves of > mountains in the distance. On the beach, across two vibrant main > roads from here, lies a corpse. It's the first dead human I've ever > seen -- it was a she, I think. [...] It was lying face down with a > towel over its head. What was striking about it was the utter > stillness. Not the motionlessness of a sleeper, but the stillness of > a dead thing. Flies sparkled on its hands and ankles. Its hands > were stretched out forward, > and it looked as though it had been dragged a little way up the sand. > Maybe she drowned. [...] Note a bit later: No, they haven't taken > the corpse away. There was a crowd around it taking pictures as I > returned from supper. [...] Two days later, on the beach [...] The > corpse has gone, but the living are still with us. [...] I've been > writing songs all day. > > * * * * * > > >> Chip-chip-chipper up in the crow's nest > >> Upside down face but it still saw a lot > >> Flaking off, breaking off, crumbled and cracking > >> Time will destroy you like a Mexican god > > He was obviously affected by the corpse, and incorporated it into a > song about the inevitability of death. I think he conflates the > corpse with a sailor -- perhaps he imagines it as a sailor, one who > has happily seen many things from the vantage point of a ship's > crow's nest. But now, washed-up on the beach and face-down, it serves > to remind us that Time will destroy us all -- cruel like the Aztec > pantheon, which it also destroyed in its turn. > > >> Dreaming your eyes away, closed to the future > >> Pray for amnesia to finish you off > >> This is the evil I wished on so many > >> Time will destroy you like a Mexican god > > I think this verse may also be directed at the general listener, > indicating how we all shut away the knowledge of our sure and certain > demise. I especially now see the meaning of the "This is the evil I > wished on so many" line -- upon seeing his "first corpse," Robyn > sardonically muses upon the fate he desired for many living people he > knew. (Re: "I Wanna Destroy You," and so on.) > > >> Moon in a cup, crushed garlic and babies > >> Sailors all stagnant and bloating and rough > >> The horror of you floats so close by my window > >> At least when I die, your memory will too > > Well, aside from the stream-of-consciousness aspect of the first two > lines, it definitely seems to be a rumination upon death, nautical > disasters in particular. Which creates a nice bridge to the line "The > horror of you floats so close by my window," which may refer to the > image of the corpse haunting him, perhaps for the rest of his life. > > >> Cruel, magnificent, roasting your people > >> I am secure at the end of your rod > >> Cut out my heart and it flies to the ceiling > >> Time will destroy you like a Mexican god > > The first three lines are addressed to Time, with the image of his > heart flying upwards adding an elusive sense of poignancy.... > > --Quail ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 07 May 2002 15:17:11 -0400 From: "ross taylor" Subject: portals schmortals Jeffrey-- >I think, given the totality of EC's career, >that it's manifestly absurd to claim he's a >racist (which was, of course, the reaction at the time). Absolutely. And I think it was self-serving of Stills & Bramlett to capitalize on it so. As much as I like Still's early work, I feel much of his singing & songs is/are marred by a super preachy piousness. - --- Also, Jeffrey, thanks for the internet radio link. It's a hit on the Procol list, which depends on a couple of internet DJs. My new favorite way to tell people how to look up their representative is www.congress.com. It's not governement but it doesn't seem to be partisan & it quickly & simply guides a person thru looking up their rep & gives them a form to email him/her, plus other contact info, links to official info. I'm ashamed to be new to this site (as a librarian). - --- Handy portals-- Is there anything wrong w/ just making your own? I know the level of computer folks I'm addressing here, I thought this was what you'd all do. Just cut & past the links into notepad. I don't bother w/ tables, just scroll up & down, don't bother w/ getting the search box onto the screen, it's just one click to Google. Certainly flexible. Maybe there are features I've never used on portals. - --- Kids 'n' Hitchcock -- Since I take "Element of Light" as a "I hope you do well after I'm gone" song to his daughter, I've sung it regularly to mine. (I would only make vocal hash of "Bright Fresh Flower"). At first she just thought it was pretty, now we've discussed the "save your illusions" part. It's also been fun to see her go from just loving her dad's voice to realizing her dad has a miserable voice but being willing to pretend to put up with her dad. Ross Taylor Join 18 million Eudora users by signing up for a free Eudora Web-Mail account at http://www.eudoramail.com ------------------------------ End of fegmaniax-digest V11 #147 ********************************