From: owner-fegmaniax-digest@smoe.org (fegmaniax-digest) To: fegmaniax-digest@smoe.org Subject: fegmaniax-digest V14 #169 Reply-To: fegmaniax@smoe.org Sender: owner-fegmaniax-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-fegmaniax-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk fegmaniax-digest Tuesday, July 12 2005 Volume 14 : Number 169 Today's Subjects: ----------------- A growing pet peeve [Eb ] Re: Nomi! [Capuchin ] Re: A growing pet peeve [Jeff ] Marshmallow [Tulloch ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Sun, 10 Jul 2005 22:24:33 -0700 From: Eb Subject: A growing pet peeve Are any of you becoming increasingly plagued by people who describe a great concert by saying the artist "killed it"? Killed it?? This is the stupidest bit of hipster slang I've heard in awhile. Eb ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 10 Jul 2005 22:47:01 -0700 (PDT) From: Capuchin Subject: Re: Nomi! On Tue, 10 May 2005 capuchin@bitmine.net wrote: > On Tue, 10 May 2005, Tom Clark wrote: >> This is going to be good: >> http://thenomisong.com/ > > Fuck yes! I forgot to mention that I watched this last week! It's really fantastic. I was shocked at the amount of early footage they had available for the film. On the one hand, all of the people involved were intensely vain and narcissistic individuals who, given the opportunity, would record every instant of their lives. On the other hand, it was the late seventies and very early eighties and there weren't video cameras in everyone's back pocket[1]. The narrative seems very clear and, while it does just seem to cover all of the events chronologically, there is an overall dramatic arc that carries the film from start to finish. My roommate Maria is far too young to know who Klaus was and usually just sniggers when I get excited about a movie or documentary. Halfway through this one, she turned to me and said, "So... do you have any of this guy's records?" She was totally enchanted. Klaus was a goddamn miracle. There is a closing piece in the film where Klaus is performing in full makeup and a kind of Tudor costume (complete with ruff and puffy sleeves - -- is that Tudor?) in some enormous concert hall (or perhaps outdoor arena). A symphony orchestra plays behind him and the audience is more the type to attend grand opera than underground performance art. He sings an aria in his perfect falsetto soprano. The narrative is near the end of his life and the close-ups give you the impression that this footage coincides with that time. He's haggard and worn beneath his whiteface, but the voice coming out of his mouth is passionate and strong. He finishes the piece and the audience roars with applause and many rise to their feet. The look on his face at that moment almost made me cry. He knew he was dying. He knew they loved him. But he also knew that this voice was as much a gift to him as it was to the audience -- that he was a vessel as much as a performer; that, in a sense, nurture IS nature and vice versa. I hope you all get a chance to see that moment. J. 1. Recently, we had the annual World Naked Ride and I was stunned by all the people video taping us riding through the streets of the city at midnight. Not only was I surprised at the number of cameras that popped out of car windows and nightclub patrons' bags and purses, I was also surprised that these people would rather experience this hilarious event through a two inch LCD instead of actually being there. - -- _______________________________________________ Capuchin capuchin@bitmine.net Jeme A Brelin ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 11 Jul 2005 06:48:34 -0500 From: Jeff Subject: Re: A growing pet peeve On 7/11/05, Eb wrote: > Are any of you becoming increasingly plagued by people who describe a > great concert by saying the artist "killed it"? Killed it?? This is > the stupidest bit of hipster slang I've heard in awhile. Eh. Doesn't bother me much - seems part of an ongoing tradition really. But it's still amusing, the way language works sometimes: the other day, I was at a restaurant, and a customer asked a waitress for a refill of her soda. The waitress said, sure, and the customer replied, "Awesome!" And I'm thinking, when you look at what "awesome" originally meant, it's pretty absurd to imagine that a waitress bringing a soda would fit that definition. Unless it was Angelina Jolie nude on rollerskates. - -- ...Jeff The Architectural Dance Society http://spanghew.blogspot.com ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 13 Jul 2005 01:20:56 +0100 (BST) From: Tulloch Subject: Marshmallow Catherine and I were lucky enough to win tickets (in a draw in our local supermarket!) to the Cornbury Festival which took place in the grounds of Cornbury House in NW Oxfordshire this weekend just gone. The headline act was Elvis Costello, who delivered a stunning set, but for me the unexpected delight was discovering a band called Marshmallow. They opened on the main stage on Sunday afternoon and I was captivated from the first song - witty, compassionate lyrics matched to gorgeous melodies played on jangly guitars with lovely vocal harmonies. I was transfixed for the 40 minutes that they played and then rushed off to buy the CD. I did have the sneaky feeling that the album may not quite live up to seeing the band live on a beautiful summer's afternoon, but I was wrong - it's a little gem and I've played almost nothing else since we got home. It's not often that I'm as taken as this by anything new, so I thought I'd share it with you folks. They have a website with samples and two cool videos here: www.marshmallowmusic.com Check it out - I assure you the name is the worst thing about them! - --------------------------------- Yahoo! Messenger NEW - crystal clear PC to PCcalling worldwide with voicemail ------------------------------ End of fegmaniax-digest V14 #169 ********************************