From: owner-jewel-digest@smoe.org (jewel-digest) To: jewel-digest@smoe.org Subject: jewel-digest V2 #394 Reply-To: jewel@smoe.org Sender: owner-jewel-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-jewel-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk jewel-digest Tuesday, May 27 1997 Volume 02 : Number 394 Today's Subjects: ----------------- Re: NJC Seattle-gorge lilith fair ["Karen King" ] NJC: people -I'm back [agalinanes@microjuris.com (Angel M. Galinanes)] Re: Jewel on Hard Rock Live [Albert Sze-Wei Wang ] Re: SILVER LINING -- HERE YOU GO ["Adrian du Plessis" ] VOTE JEWEL FOR PROM QUEEN!! [angel82 ] Re: everyday angels chat room & Will [CornflkGl@aol.com] new cd? [dazzle@EastKY.Com] silver lining guitar tab? [dazzle@EastKY.Com] Re: JQ: Jewel and the national anthem [ABershaw@aol.com] NJC: My mini-relationships handbook ^_^ [Albert Sze-Wei Wang ] Re: T.V.Guide "King/Queen" Update ["Maharaj/Gillespie" ] Re: VOTE JEWEL FOR PROM QUEEN!! [Andrew Chandler ] Re: Lillith Fair [Ray DeJean ] Re: JQ: Jewel and the national anthem ["Adrian du Plessis" ] Re: NJC whatsoever:breakups, my story [She Who Is ] Re: VOTE JEWEL FOR PROM QUEEN!! [shallowend@asan.com] Re: NJC: Musical tastes/influences [She Who Is ] Re: TRADING [the emperor of smurfs ] Re: JC: Foolish Games [YOEST4244@duq3.cc.duq.edu] NJC: My mini-relationships handbook ^_^ (fwd) [Albert Sze-Wei Wang ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Tue, 27 May 1997 11:04:19 PDT From: "Karen King" Subject: Re: NJC Seattle-gorge lilith fair > > Is there a gathering planned for the Gorge lilith fair show? Id >really like to meet some of you and we should all plan to meet somewhere >before or during the show! Also what seats does everyone have? Ive got the >cheap ones:( I want to get better ones so if anyone has any, let me know! > Take care > > Ryan > i know i am going but my seat are very very cheapo ones...which is fine with me...(as long as i can hear jewel sing and have my trusty binoc.'s) i was looking foward to meetin ppl there but from the response i got it loooks like not too many eda's are going (too bad) but yeah...a place to meet.hmmmm..... Princess Of Swords "...pencils flow thoughts roll stupid thought that never place anywhere but here on this speck of insignificance i call karen..." - PoS Marilyn Manson...Satan's Cheerleader - --------------------------------------------------------- Get Your *Web-Based* Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com - --------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 27 May 1997 14:36:46 -0400 From: agalinanes@microjuris.com (Angel M. Galinanes) Subject: NJC: people -I'm back Angels: I've arrived alive . Had a nice time ...all I really have to say is that I wanna move to Seattle. Sorry Greg ... didn't get your message until today. Anyways , unfortunately I didn't pass through Indianapolis ; I just spent 2 days in South Bend , and then I left for Washington. Well ... until then your auto cheap archangel : Rafa ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 27 May 1997 14:44:35 -0400 (EDT) From: Albert Sze-Wei Wang Subject: Re: Jewel on Hard Rock Live On Tue, 27 May 1997 Tlcathome@aol.com wrote: > In a message dated 97-05-27 04:58:36 EDT, you write: > She was just tired. MONUMENTALLY tired. > (She was ok in sound check that day, but she said she'd had only a > couple hours of sleep that week; her throat was still sore, too.) > Also, it was only a few nights before that she did the Unplugged taping and > hadn't gotten much sleep then. Not to mention she was probably still a > little jet-lagged from being in Europe and not giving her body the rest it > needed to combat the jet-lag :-) > Tammy :-) We seem to have a very bad trend going on here. :( Does anyone know if Jewel is pushing herself this hard by her choice or Atlantic's? She's only going to set herself up for a fall if she keeps pushing herself so hard that she's going without sleep and keeps getting sick. Maybe I'm just being paranoid, but being a situation a few years back where I did indeed sacrifice myself, my health, and my sanity for others in a cause I felt was right and just, I found I was no good to myself or anyone else in that kind of pain- then the depression sets in :( . The physical toll is nothing compared to the emotional or the psychological toll. I can't even imagine what it's like with the pressure to be on stage and to always be at your best during a performance. I hope I'm just being overly sensitive, but the warning signs are a bit too close to home for me. If anyone who knows better can just tell me that I'm overreacting, I'd appreciate it deeply. ^_^;;;; Albert Wang Dark Seraph bahamude@user1.channel1.com Jewel Quotes and QTs http://hugse1.harvard.edu/~wangal/jewel.html ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 25 May 1997 08:14:12 -0700 From: "Adrian du Plessis" Subject: Re: SILVER LINING -- HERE YOU GO I learned two things last night -- Lesson #1 be careful what you pick up on Rugburns web-sites that have names like "Drunk Like Me" -- you may end up liking whatever it is; and Lesson #2 when it's 3 a.m. after Hockey Night in Canada, trust your original instincts when recalling World Series games. I had first remembered the Phillies advancing to play the Blue Jays -- then caught myself -- could John Kruk, Lenny Dykstra, the "Wild Thing" and crew really have beat Atlanta to get there?! Well, yes they did. (Though Mitch Williams' effect on his neighbourhood real estate prices may be the impact lingering most in the minds of some Philadelphians. Not to mention the egg shortage he precipitated...) - ---------- ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 25 May 1997 08:05:38 -0700 From: "Adrian du Plessis" Subject: first we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin Hooray for Marian, Kris and the Crying Angel! The German EDA Adventure reached completion in Berlin. Can't wait to see pics of the event. (Someone should book The Rugburns into that club -- Quasimodo?!?!) ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 27 May 1997 12:18:52 PDT From: "Andrea .........." Subject: Lilith Fair in Vancouver?? Hey Angels :) I'm not sure if anyone has posted anything about this before, but I was wondering if there's been a date set for the Lilith Fair show in Vancouver BC? Or even if there's been any talk of it..I know Sarah McLaughlan is a BC girl so I would have thought we'd be on the tour list for sure! Thanx in advance for any info :) drea - --------------------------------------------------------- Get Your *Web-Based* Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com - --------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 27 May 1997 15:22:17 -0400 From: William Chinda Subject: Re: everyday angels chat room >Last night, being a brand new >AOL user at home, I tried to get into the Everyday Angels chat room at >10:00pm like you list on the web page. I searched fruitlessly for over >an hour, even venturing into some other chat rooms to try and get some >help as to how to find you. I was unsuccessful. Is there any way you >could send me an e-mail explaining on how to get into the chat room? I'm thinking of putting together a page for the #jewel channel. Has anybody done this yet? What I'd like to do is put up some basic IRC stuff and maybe some commands to use the [Jewel] bot. I don't happen to be a big IRC wizard or anything, so I might need some help putting this together. Suggestions? W. Chinda wc81@ao.net http://www.ao.net/~wc81 ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 25 May 1997 08:39:52 -0700 From: "Adrian du Plessis" Subject: Re: SILVER LINING -- HERE YOU GO OK, here's what I really meant to say in all my post-game posts. The Phillies beat the Braves, they then played the Blue Jays -- and lost. Heartbreak. The lunchbucket crew of John Kruk and friends must be singing - -- Silver Lining, where'd you go? ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 25 May 1997 08:47:11 -0700 From: "Adrian du Plessis" Subject: JQ: Jewel and the national anthem -- strike up the band Thinking of hot dogs, ball parks and the like... I recall (in Canada) Sarah McLachlan, Holly Cole and the Barenaked Ladies (in an ice rink, brrrr...) singing the national anthem before games. I know The Rugburns did the honours before an L.A. Clippers game last season. I'm wondering, has Jewel ever sung the National Anthem and, if not, would you like to hear her sing it? Where? Yankee Stadium? Joe Louis Arena? Homer High? ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 27 May 1997 14:35:59 -0700 From: Neca Hirst Subject: angelfood... Hey angels! There seems to be so many requests for tapes and trading--is there an official person in charge of tape trees? I would really like to get some information on this---so please respond. Thanks, Neca ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 27 May 1997 15:50:41 -0700 From: angel82 Subject: VOTE JEWEL FOR PROM QUEEN!! Come on guys we can do it! There is tons of us we can't let Gwen Steffani and Shirley Manson win over Jewel. Go to www.tvguide.com/music/features/king/index.sml and cast your vote for her!!!!!! Do it now! Bye bye-Angel P.S.-cast your vote NOW!! ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 27 May 1997 15:53:42 -0400 (EDT) From: CornflkGl@aol.com Subject: Re: everyday angels chat room & Will <<>Last night, being a brand new >AOL user at home, I tried to get into the Everyday Angels chat room at >10:00pm like you list on the web page. I searched fruitlessly for over >an hour, even venturing into some other chat rooms to try and get some >help as to how to find you. I was unsuccessful. Is there any way you >could send me an e-mail explaining on how to get into the chat room? >> I don't know if this has been answered yet, but if not- to get into the EDA room you need to go into regular chats first. Click the "People Connection" button on the welcome screen. When it dumps you into a lobby, click the button for "list chats" at the bottom right of your screen. Then click the "private room" button on the bottom left of the next screen. Type in : everyday angels. Poof ! You'll be there ! There isn't ALWAYS someone in there, though, so don't worry if you're alone. ( If you're reading this mail from AOL, click on this ---> everyday angels <--- it should bring you there, also ) And, Will, concerning the IRC page- great idea ! If it'd been up when I started IRC, I wouldn't have spent so much time mercilessly asking everyone how to do everything. I say, do it :). Rachel :) ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 27 May 1997 15:51:54 -0400 From: dazzle@EastKY.Com Subject: new cd? does anyone have any information on a new jewel cd? like whats going to be on it? and when its coming out? ~*BeDaZzLeD1*~ ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 27 May 1997 15:54:47 -0400 From: dazzle@EastKY.Com Subject: silver lining guitar tab? does anyone have a guitar tab for silver lining? ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 27 May 1997 16:14:19 -0400 (EDT) From: ABershaw@aol.com Subject: Re: JQ: Jewel and the national anthem In a message dated 5/27/97 7:58:13 PM, howenow@imagen.net (Adrian du Plessis) inquired: <> Hi Adrian, Jewel did sing the National Anthem at Camden Yard in Baltimore at an Orioles game on August 29th, 1995. With the lyrics written on her hand, so I'm told. Minutia!! :-) MrBB ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 27 May 1997 16:22:33 -0400 (EDT) From: Albert Sze-Wei Wang Subject: NJC: My mini-relationships handbook ^_^ I was thinking about responding just to Christina, but there are some things I think would benefit everyone hearing, so I'm also posting this to the list. ^_^; Human relationships, I have found, will always involve some degree of peril for the heart. The lyrics to Carnivore (even though I've never heard it) is very much a poetic tribute to taking the risk to relationships and being wary of opening your pink fleshy heart to a carnivore who will devour it and think nothing of it. Your sensitivity to this fear will be magnified by your past experiences. Relationships, whether they be casual frienships or intimate relationships are based in trust. Without it, there's nothing that the relationship can stand on. If one partner doesn't feel he or she can trust the other, there's nothing to build on. Honesty holds that trust and the relationship together. No true long-lasting relationship can ever exist without honesty- this is especially true for very close relationships. When you're involved in an intimate relationship, there are a few things to keep in mind. 1) Is the relationship right for you? (aka "Are you Happy?") Don't make the mistake of staying in a relationship if it's not right on the mistakened belief that somehow magically things will change. If they're not right now, they won't be right in the future. 2) Is it this person you're attracted to, or just an idea? Ideas are powerful because unlike most things, it's hard to kill an idea. From an idea of an ideal relationship we can end up building illusions about ourselves and the other person and the overall relationship. Ultimately, when relationships end (even if they're bad), sometimes we're left feeling very pained. More often than not it's the idea of a relationship that we can't let go of, a dream, an illusion- a "what-if" so to speak. A lot of people go back into bad relationships because of the illusions, the ideas, the what-ifs. Whatever you do, let go of the idea!! If things weren't working before, they won't work now! This brings me to a quote from the old Beauty and the Beast TV series by the fictitious author Brigette O'Donnell: "The brain tells you all the sensible things to do, but the heart knows nothing about sense." Know the difference between reality and illusion. If you love, love for the right reason, love someone for who they really are, not for an illusion or a foolish belief that they can become someone else. It won't ever happen. 3) What do you want and what does the other person in the relationship want? Starting a relationship for the wrong reasons is the fastest way to set yourself up for a really bad fall. The strongest relationships happen when there is understanding on both sides. You don't have to start out knowing where the relationship is going to go, but both people must have some understanding for the feelings of the other, their interests, beliefs, etc. Two people in a strong relationship will always talk to each other, most of all they must respect one another enough to be honest. Should one person suddenly stop doing so, it's the tell-tale sign that something is wrong and someone's not happy. So ask yourself, what it is about a relationship that would make you happy? Is it all about looks? Honesty? Interests? Intelligence? A combination or some or none? Only you can know what will make you happy. So Christina, I think you did the right thing. If the other person is mature enough to accept your decision and your honesty, then it says a lot- but understand that just because you're no longer intimate with someone doesn't mean that you can't be friends. Not everyone will be compatible with everyone else, even people we love as friends- that's just the way it is. Be wary of the idea of someone taking over their perception of the reality of someone. It's a needful thing that I've seen manifested more in men than I've seen in women- and certainly you hear about it more in domestic abuse cases and in murder cases where ex-boyfriend kills ex-girlfriend and her new boyfriend. So know what it is you want and know your partner well-enough as a person before you get too involved. If it turns out it's not right, just be honest and end it. There's no point continuing something that just won't make you happy. I hope this makes some degree of sense. Relationships are a very complex thing, but they can be less confusing if we understand ourselves, the other person, and the reasons behind our sadnesses when relationships end. Albert Wang Dark Seraph bahamude@user1.channel1.com Jewel Quotes and QTs http://hugse1.harvard.edu/~wangal/jewel.html ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 27 May 1997 15:24:49 -0500 (CDT) From: Ray DeJean Subject: Lillith Fair Is there a website somewhere for lillith fair? I can't seem to find one.... Thanks, Ray =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Ray DeJean ray@cs.selu.edu rdejean@neosoft.com http://cs.selu.edu/~ray System Administrator: Cs.selu.edu President, Southeastern Louisiana University ACM - --- --- We are Pentium of Borg. Division is Futile. You will be approximated. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 27 May 97 16:33:51 PDT From: "Maharaj/Gillespie" Subject: Re: T.V.Guide "King/Queen" Update - ---------- > Everyone that can needs to get there vote in. Our Angel is in 4th of = 6 > places with only 11% of the vote. She's lead by Tori Amos (37), Gwen > Stefani (28), and Shirley Manson (17). She does have a good lead on = The > Spice Girls' Geri (3) and Toni Braxton (1). > > King results so far: Liam Gallagher (34), Trent Reznor (34), Gavin Ross= dale > (13), Jacob Dylan (6), Anthony Kiedis (6), and Maxwell (4). > > I know many of you probably think this thing is not that big of a deal = but I > think she deserves better than 4th since she is #1 with the majority = of us. > And remember,she never made it to her H.S. Prom so we could crown her > "Queen" with this honor. > > The voting web address is: > http://www.tvguide.com/music/features/king/index.sml > > trav (afil) > Not a bad idea! What do you say angels, is Jewel going to be prom queen or are you going = to sit on your lazy butts and not vote!? That's just a little motivational = insulting :) If we all vote for her, there's no way anyone else could win! Nathan dogslife@bigfoot.com "being a man leaves me cold: that's how it is." - Pablo Neruda ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 27 May 1997 16:28:39 -0400 From: Andrew Chandler Subject: Re: VOTE JEWEL FOR PROM QUEEN!! Not to be against our wonderful and beloved Jewel but if this is for looks, Gwen has it in my mind. angel82 wrote: > > Come on guys we can do it! There is tons of us we can't let Gwen > Steffani and Shirley Manson win over Jewel. Go to > www.tvguide.com/music/features/king/index.sml > and cast your vote for her!!!!!! Do it now! Bye bye-Angel > > P.S.-cast your vote NOW!! ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 27 May 1997 15:33:56 -0500 (CDT) From: Ray DeJean Subject: Re: Lillith Fair On Tue, 27 May 1997, Ray DeJean wrote: > > Is there a website somewhere for lillith fair? I can't seem to find > one.... > Never mind i found it...was spelling it wrong, heehee. :) Anyone else interested, it's at http://www.lilithfair.com. later, Ray =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Ray DeJean ray@cs.selu.edu rdejean@neosoft.com http://cs.selu.edu/~ray System Administrator: Cs.selu.edu President, Southeastern Louisiana University ACM - --- --- We are Pentium of Borg. Division is Futile. You will be approximated. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 25 May 1997 09:56:21 -0700 From: "Adrian du Plessis" Subject: Re: JQ: Jewel and the national anthem Thanks for that knowledge. Camden Yards is a fine venue for the national anthem. I'd like to have heard that Jewel performance! ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 27 May 1997 15:48:15 -0500 (CDT) From: Ray DeJean Subject: Re: Lilith Fair in Vancouver?? On Tue, 27 May 1997, Andrea .......... wrote: > Hey Angels :) > > I'm not sure if anyone has posted anything about this before, but I was > wondering if there's been a date set for the Lilith Fair show in Vancouver BC? > Or even if there's been any talk of it..I know Sarah McLaughlan is a BC girl so > I would have thought we'd be on the tour list for sure! > Thanx in advance for any info :) > drea From the lilith fair site: http://www.lilithfair.com/dates.html August 24 Vancouver, BC Thunderbird Stadium Seats: 30,000 Tickets onsale: June 21 There's no list of performers yet... later, Ray =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Ray DeJean ray@cs.selu.edu rdejean@neosoft.com http://cs.selu.edu/~ray System Administrator: Cs.selu.edu President, Southeastern Louisiana University ACM - --- --- We are Pentium of Borg. Division is Futile. You will be approximated. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 27 May 1997 16:58:10 -0400 From: pferland@rocler.qc.ca (L.a.e.a.) Subject: not sure close......sorry L.a.e.a. Who comes to me,i keep, who goes from me,i free, yet against all i stand, who carry not my key. -not from L.a.e.a. ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 27 May 1997 17:03:37 -0400 From: Chris Phillips Subject: Re: JQ: Jewel and the national anthem -- strike up the band Jewel sang the national anthem at a Baltimore Orioles game. She compared the sound (of the pa system I guess) to "a school of fish about to turn." (That's a direct quote straight from memory, damn that's good!) She talked about it on the WHFS Just Passing Thry radion interview. Chris "let me drown take me down" ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 27 May 1997 17:05:09 -0400 (EDT) From: XxEDGExX Subject: Re: VOTE JEWEL FOR PROM QUEEN!! Your crazy if you think Gwen is better looking then Jewel. That's insane...impossible, nuts, of the rocker...just plain silly. - -jeremy > Not to be against our wonderful and beloved Jewel but if this is for > looks, Gwen has it in my mind. > > angel82 wrote: > > > > Come on guys we can do it! There is tons of us we can't let Gwen > > Steffani and Shirley Manson win over Jewel. Go to > > www.tvguide.com/music/features/king/index.sml > > and cast your vote for her!!!!!! Do it now! Bye bye-Angel > > > > P.S.-cast your vote NOW!! > Y8b Y8P Y8b Y8P Y8b Y8P Y8b Y Y8b Y Y8b Y Y8b Y8b Y8b e Y8b e Y8b e Y8b d8b Y8b d8b Y8b d8b Y8b x x e d g e x x . c o m ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 27 May 1997 17:20:17 -0400 (EDT) From: She Who Is Subject: Re: NJC whatsoever:breakups, my story Paul asked me to forward this, since it didn't seem to go through. - ---------- Forwarded message ---------- Date: Tue, 27 May 1997 10:58:33 -0400 (EDT) From: Morse To: cferrara@eagle.ycp.edu Cc: jewel@smoe.org Subject: Re: NJC whatsoever:breakups, my story Interesting story and timing. Interesting, because I am going through a very similar situation. However, there are a few differences. My relationship is a marriage of 15 years (been together for 20), and it ended in her having an affair. So there are resentments there on my part for sure. She said alot of the same things to me that you said in your message about the relationship not feeding her anymore. The problem though is she didn't bother to tell me any of that before she started the affair and left me. Kinda sucks when you don't even get the opportunity to make changes or talk about the problems and differences. Also, you hit the nail right on the head when you said that no one can make you happy but yourself. I think she and I were a victim of the opposite of that. She looked to me for her happiness and I looked to her for mine. A deadly co-dependant situation to be in relationship wise. At least it seems that you gave your boyfriend the opportunity to decide whether or not changes on his part were needed or desired. Have you considered your (possibly uncommunicated? ) perceptions and expectations as a possible source of problems for your relationship as well? There's definitely two sides to consider for sure. I wish you a lot of luck and love in your life. And I don't think its weird at all that you would write this for others to see. I saw it, it touched me, and now we are able to connect in a commonality because of it. Thanks for sharing. We should all do that more. I think whatever decision you make will be the right one for you as long as you and your happiness are number one on the list. And it sounds like that's the direction you are heading in. I wrote and recorded several songs about my ongoing dilemma which you might find some connection with. If you have any interest in hearing them, let me know and I'll send them to you. Its amazing how things like your message pop up all over the place. I like to think of them as silver linings in all the clouds of pain. And they are all over the place if you just look for them. And it sounds as though you are. I am too. It's interesting how stuff like this changes you. I consider this to be the worst and best year of my life. Because all of this has " woken inside of me a new and excited voice." ( quote from one of my songs). I guess I've been asleep at the wheel of life for way too long now. Good luck to you. Write back if you'd like. - -Paul P.S. I really like what you wrote "When life shits on you, thank God for the fertilizer" That is such a true statement. I should use that in a song somewhere. :) ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 27 May 1997 17:29:02 -0400 (EDT) From: DRotter154@aol.com Subject: Lilith fair article Read its dinky! hey all you Lilith goers-- l got my YM magazine today and there was a thing about the summer tours and the talked about Lilith heres how you prepare your self: what to wear: Just come as your own bad self. If you are bugging about your looks you are missing the whole point. what to expect: Sarah McLachlan,Jewel,Lisa Loeb, Suzanne Vega, Emmylou Harris, The Cardigans, and more what to bring: The tissues. At least one song is going to remind you of that total jerk that broke your heart. what to listen to on the way: Your fave girl rockers, like Alanis Morrisette, Tori Amos and Fiona Apple. what to watch before you go: Go out and rent pro-girl flicks like Waiting to Exhale, Clueless and the Craft. Its dinky , l know, but l thought l would share! Hope it helps! (heehe) Talk to you later-- Andrea Rotter :) ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 27 May 1997 17:34:38 -0400 From: Mike Connell Subject: Re: NJC: Jewel Yams Carrie, wrote: > I thought this might be kind of funny to post but in Chicago here we > have a chain of grocery stores called Jewel and I can't get > practically anything w/ jewel on it. I can get you those Jewel hot > dogs Igor! Well i don't know if anyone will find this funny but it > just cracks me up. Can you get me a Yodel with a price tag that says Jewel on it? Mike ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 27 May 1997 17:38:42 -0400 From: shallowend@asan.com Subject: Re: VOTE JEWEL FOR PROM QUEEN!! At 05:05 PM 5/27/97 -0400, you wrote: > >Your crazy if you think Gwen is better looking then Jewel. That's >insane...impossible, nuts, of the rocker...just plain silly. > >-jeremy > >> Not to be against our wonderful and beloved Jewel but if this is for >> looks, Gwen has it in my mind. >> >> angel82 wrote: >> > >> > Come on guys we can do it! There is tons of us we can't let Gwen >> > Steffani and Shirley Manson win over Jewel. Go to >> > www.tvguide.com/music/features/king/index.sml >> > and cast your vote for her!!!!!! Do it now! Bye bye-Angel >> > >> > P.S.-cast your vote NOW!! Jewel is behind by 6000, even if everyone on the list voted she would still lose by about 4000 votes. Not that we should not vote but don't get your hopes up. John :) ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 27 May 1997 17:42:24 -0400 (EDT) From: She Who Is Subject: Re: NJC: Musical tastes/influences I could have sworn we already had a thread like this, but oh well! I like Celine Dion, Tori, Selena, 80sRock, Disney music, Amy Grant, Peter Cetera, Chicago, Journey, Huey Lewis and the News, Jill Sobule, They Might Be Giants, Enigma, Enya, Deep Forest, Billy Joel, Collective Soul, Harry Connick Jr, New Kids on the Block, Madonna, Air Supply, some old country, Muppet Babies, Beatles, ABBA, Edie Brickell and the New Bohemians, oldies, Donna Lewis, Shania Twain, Soraya, and, well, I've already had this in my 'postponed' folder for weeks now, so I'll just send it already! Bless and Be Blessed; spread the Love! Christina ^ ^ ( \ / ) (_ \*/ _) (_ O _) ( s| > < |s ) ( / \ ) (/ / \ \) /angel\ --------- ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 27 May 1997 17:55:38 -0400 (EDT) From: the emperor of smurfs Subject: Re: TRADING Andrew Chandler wrote: > I've seen all these stories about traders who never trade back. Could > someone/anyone send me a list of bad trades you've had? i'd just like to say that i've been trading on this list for almost a year and a half, and i've never encountered a bad trader. i've made at least 25 trades. you should be wary if you trade on usenet, but on this list i'd say you're safe :) peace, dave *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+* Dave DiCicco peaches@dmapub.dma.org "Innocence Maintained" is a moderated, news only email list providing its subscribers with timely information about Jewel Kilcher. If you would like to learn more about subscribing to IM or you have a news item to contribute, please email me. *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+* ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 27 May 1997 17:59:08 -0400 (EDT) From: YOEST4244@duq3.cc.duq.edu Subject: Re: JC: Foolish Games Hey, I don't have the ability to easily put the text from old messages into the ones that I'm sending, but, this is in response to a post from earlier today regarding a video for "Foolish Games" being played on VH1. I was channel-surfing at the time, & I happened to catch the last 30 seconds or so of it--I saw it too :) It looked and sounded pretty good--if this is going to be the video for "Foolish Games" when they release that song as a single, then they could easily do a lot worse. I know that they've been having "discussions" about what to do with this (or some other) song as her next single (because of its length, presumably because FG's not really a record company's pre-judged ideal for a "summer" song, because they didn't know what to do about a video, etc. etc.)...so maybe this VH1 video is a sign or the sign that it'll be out soon?? (Mr. BB--any insider's word?) Like many other EDAs and people who would read this list, I guess I don't know for sure if I really care how much radio or video airplay her music gets--I'd like to say that I don't care, but I guess that I probably do. Still, I definitely would be interested to see how well it does if and when it's released--what version of the song they would release (the "guitar- based" one or the "piano-based" one), what the video looks like, how long the radio version actually will be and will radio stations actually play it, etc. In her angelic and unintentional way, Jewel seems to totally break the molds and other preconceived classifications that record companies had scientifically and mathematically "proved" to themselves to be "true"...like YWMFM's decision to just not leave its position on the charts long after all of the experts would have certainly said that it had clearly gotten its message that it was time to move downward :) (YWMFM's longevity has also no doubt taken an enormous amount of pressure off of the shoulders of Jewel & Lenedra & Atlantic to come up with an immediate followup to it, too, which is worthy of the classic e-mail smiley face :) and kind of a real neat thing for us EDAs to think of whenever we think about how cool it is that she doesn't fit into other people's categories). I'll be interested to see what happens to FG as it's released...I just hope that it doesn't get too overly associated with the "Batman" movie or anything else that wasn't on her mind when she wrote and recorded it. Oh well, just random musings 'bout what may happen to our favorite angel's music this summer when radio and music video stations get hold of her latest release. Ain't nothing that I can do about it, just hoping that the fact that my car's only source of music is a radio [no tape or CD player] doesn't deprive me of hearing any Jewel Kilcher while driving around this summer :) Greg ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 27 May 1997 17:59:39 -0400 (EDT) From: Albert Sze-Wei Wang Subject: NJC: My mini-relationships handbook ^_^ (fwd) [This didn't seem to go through the first time so I'm resending this] ^_^; My apologies if the first one materializes eventually. I was thinking about responding just to Christina on the whole relationships topics, but there are some things I think would benefit everyone hearing, so I'm also posting this to the list. ^_^; Human relationships, I have found, will always involve some degree of peril for the heart. The lyrics to Carnivore (even though I've never heard it) is very much a poetic tribute to taking the risk to relationships and being wary of opening your pink fleshy heart to a carnivore who will devour it and think nothing of it. Your sensitivity to this fear will be magnified by your past experiences. Relationships, whether they be casual frienships or intimate relationships are based in trust. Without it, there's nothing that the relationship can stand on. If one partner doesn't feel he or she can trust the other, there's nothing to build on. Honesty holds that trust and the relationship together. No true long-lasting relationship can ever exist without honesty- this is especially true for very close relationships. When you're involved in an intimate relationship, there are a few things to keep in mind. 1) Is the relationship right for you? (aka "Are you Happy?") Don't make the mistake of staying in a relationship if it's not right on the mistakened belief that somehow magically things will change. If they're not right now, they won't be right in the future. 2) Is it this person you're attracted to, or just an idea? Ideas are powerful because unlike most things, it's hard to kill an idea. From an idea of an ideal relationship we can end up building illusions about ourselves and the other person and the overall relationship. Ultimately, when relationships end (even if they're bad), sometimes we're left feeling very pained. More often than not it's the idea of a relationship that we can't let go of, a dream, an illusion- a "what-if" so to speak. A lot of people go back into bad relationships because of the illusions, the ideas, the what-ifs. Whatever you do, let go of the idea!! If things weren't working before, they won't work now! This brings me to a quote from the old Beauty and the Beast TV series by the fictitious author Brigette O'Donnell: "The brain tells you all the sensible things to do, but the heart knows nothing about sense." Know the difference between reality and illusion. If you love, love for the right reason, love someone for who they really are, not for an illusion or a foolish belief that they can become someone else. It won't ever happen. 3) What do you want and what does the other person in the relationship want? Starting a relationship for the wrong reasons is the fastest way to set yourself up for a really bad fall. The strongest relationships happen when there is understanding on both sides. You don't have to start out knowing where the relationship is going to go, but both people must have some understanding for the feelings of the other, their interests, beliefs, etc. Two people in a strong relationship will always talk to each other, most of all they must respect one another enough to be honest. Should one person suddenly stop doing so, it's the tell-tale sign that something is wrong and someone's not happy. So ask yourself, what it is about a relationship that would make you happy? Is it all about looks? Honesty? Interests? Intelligence? A combination or some or none? Only you can know what will make you happy. So Christina, I think you did the right thing. If the other person is mature enough to accept your decision and your honesty, then it says a lot- but understand that just because you're no longer intimate with someone doesn't mean that you can't be friends. Not everyone will be compatible with everyone else, even people we love as friends- that's just the way it is. Be wary of the idea of someone taking over their perception of the reality of someone. It's a needful thing that I've seen manifested more in men than I've seen in women- and certainly you hear about it more in domestic abuse cases and in murder cases where ex-boyfriend kills ex-girlfriend and her new boyfriend. So know what it is you want and know your partner well-enough as a person before you get too involved. If it turns out it's not right, just be honest and end it. There's no point continuing something that just won't make you happy. I hope this makes some degree of sense. Relationships are a very complex thing, but they can be less confusing if we understand ourselves, the other person, and the reasons behind our sadnesses when relationships end. Albert Wang Dark Seraph bahamude@user1.channel1.com Jewel Quotes and QTs http://hugse1.harvard.edu/~wangal/jewel.html ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 25 May 1997 09:47:48 -0700 From: "Adrian du Plessis" Subject: Your sister Jewel... May 27 Your Sister Jewel/Studies in Love # Blah blah blah

Intermission "As soon as the idea of the Deluge had subsided,/ A hare stopped in the clover and swaying flower-bells, and said a prayer/ to the rainbow, through the spider's web." Excerpt from After the Deluge, Arthur Rimbaud Main Act After finding the spirits of Billie Holiday, Woody Guthrie and other musical souls in reflection, I ventured out on the road to meet the Tiny Lights Tour as it rolled through the Pacific Northwest. I was fortunate to be at Jewel's trio of Easter holiday shows -- in Seattle, Vancouver and Portland. Three different venues on three consecutive nights was a rewarding experience. It enriched my perspective. It messed up my back and legs for days afterward. And then I caught a cold. Being on the road and finding yourself in a different city each waking day is stimulating but wearying. Meeting people on bus trips is a great thing, but I don't know how small a body you need inhabit in order to sleep comfortably in two seats on a Greyhound. (If you can't fit into the sort of carriers found in a veterinarian's office, you're probably also too big to spend an Easter long weekend in this sort of wheeled carrier.) The first Jewel date I made was at the beautiful Paramount Theater in Seattle, Washington on March 28 1997. (Discovering upon arrival that the Camlin Hotel, where my friends and I were staying, is kitty-corner to the theater, I pocketed my room key and crossed the parking lot to check it out.) A city landmark, The Paramount "was once compared to Kubla Khan's pleasure dome." (A description which, in my mind, is best suited to the voice of a vintage news-reel narrator -- like that heard in Citizen Kane.) The hall's crystal chandeliers, gold-leaf decorations and other characteristics are detailed by writer Sean McIntyre in an article found on the theater's web-site and from which the following is lifted: "As I stood there, I recalled a memorable event at the theater last May. It was a tribute to 1928, the year the Paramount opened, and featured a more or less faithful reenactment of the entertainment of that era, the time vaudeville and silent films reigned supreme. The great theaters were the dominant place of entertainment, and Seattle was filled with them. It was at that tribute to 1928 that I first began to imagine what it must have been like to walk into such a glorious space, and for 50 cents be treated like royalty. I imagined folks in their best evening wear lounging about the mezzanines, and being shown to their seats by uniformed ushers. A visit to the Paramount must have been even more overwhelming than it is today. I've had plenty of chances since then to observe the Paramount's gradual and enlightening transformation. I say enlightening because as the work progressed, I began to see things I had never noticed before: Nothing was overlooked in the design of this amazing palace. Figurative adornments are everywhere, but you have to really look to see them. Iron hand-rails become mermaids and light fixtures transform into dazzling webs of beaded glass. Dense floral patterns of gold surround us so pleasantly, they subtly draw attention away from the particular into the whole. Like the gothic cathedral, its arches and windows based on complex orders of holy numbers designed to draw us towards the Holy One, the Paramount is an example of the secular cathedral, the American version of the architecture of awe. " Seeing Jewel for the first time in such surroundings would have been special enough. But I had the profound good fortune to be introduced to her in a setting even more memorable than this "bold vision of the Beaux Arts style of the palaces of Versailles." I originally encountered Jewel standing on Seattle's 9th Avenue pavement -- alongside her bus. Jewel and her mother, Lenedra (Nedra, who doubles as manager), were on their way out of the Paramount after sound-check. We met and chatted briefly about small but genuine things. And for those who ask, Jewel is sweet. That's sweet defined as "being marked by gentle good humour and kindliness" (the jazz definition fits too – "played in a straightforward melodic style"). I also met Jewel's good-natured friend Bibi Bielat (who was handling merchandising on this tour) and John Castro and Jeff "Stinky" Aafedt, members of the San Diego-based band, The Rugburns (charming reprobates who opened for Jewel and backed her up on several numbers). It's these visions that conquer my mind. One of my friends, Tony, had given me a bar of his handmade Italian torrone (nougat) to offer Jewel - -- she graciously accepted, and ate, the gift. (There being no obvious reason to donate it to the national trust..) But we needed a full meal before the concert, so my travelling partners (Tony and Helen) and I went to dinner and arrived back at the Paramount just as the 8 p.m. concert was beginning. Seattle, The Paramount The show opened with a 45 minute set by The Rugburns, who've been labelled "hilarious alterna-folk" performers (though it's hard to place that definition in any familiar context). The Hollywood Reporter (no less!), noted: "Folk-punks with sharp lyrics and a dynamic presentation, The Rugburns have long been local heroes" in their hometown of San Diego. Starting out as a duo in 1982, Steve Poltz and his university drinking mate Robert Driscoll later added a third member, lead guitarist Gerald McMullin, and the trio performed weekends at the Mission Beach Club before Hell's Angels bikers and the rest of the surf crowd. (McMullin subsequently left the band to become a teacher.) By 1993 and the recording of The Rugburns first CD, Morning Wood, the line-up was Poltz (vocals, rhythm guitar and hollow leg), Driscoll (lead guitar by default), bassist/vocalist Gregory Page and drummer Jeff "Stinky" Aafedt. Page left to pursue a solo music career and Driscoll quit to return to a typical post-Rugburns career as school teacher at Oceanside High. Bassist John Castro joined Steve and Stinky in February 1996. That's the power trio that toured with Jewel. (Poltz jokes that the newest 'Burn, Castro, looks like the love-child of Red Hot Chili Pepper Dave Navarro and "the artist formerly known as" Prince. So it's fitting, in a parallel-universe-kind-of-way, that he's now playing with the "artist formerly known as" Swiss Miss -- Jewel's nom de rap in her high school band days.) The individual members' characteristics have been well described by ex-Rugburn "Dr." Rob Driscoll who interviewed himself after leaving the band: "When Gregory (Page) quit, we lost a great voice. Gregory's voice is so haunting and original, it sounded great cutting through our sound. Then he left and we hired John (Castro). Now, what John doesn't have in voice he makes up for in his bass playing. Awesome player. That guy can play circles around anyone! In fact, he could be running around in circles while playing circles around anyone! The couple months I played with him were great -- it made me a better player because he was so solid. He locked in with Stinky and the two of them made for a damned fine rhythm section." Self-interviewing, while not common journalistic practice, is cheaper than analysis and, with the right person, it can make for an engaging, even candid, dialogue. Driscoll on Driscoll managed to draw out these assessments: "Stinky's a great drummer. And he's a great showman. He's the only drummer I've seen that can upstage the lead singer. That's quite an accomplishment, too, when you've got Steve Poltz as the lead singer. He's boyishly handsome, has charisma like the Middle East's got oil, and he's a great songwriter. And there's Stinky, spitting and making faces like he's trying to do a one-man re-enactment of The Exorcist, and he's pounding those skins at the same time! Amazing!" Encouraged to elaborate on lead Rugburn, Steve Poltz, the "Doc" continued: "He's a great songwriter. He's the only person I know that can write 50 songs in the key of G, and they'll each be totally different from each other. Come to think of it, I think he has written 50 songs in the key of G. Lockjaw. Single Life. Ballad of Tommy and Marla. Now's Not the Right Time for Love. See. They're all different. He tells a good story, has an ironic, sardonic view of the world. But, at the same time, his songs have some hope in them. To this day I'm proud to have performed those songs. I never got tired of playing them." Jewel counts Steve Poltz among her greatest songwriting influences. Together they wrote the current chart-topping single, You Were Meant For Me, as well as Adrian, another strong track from the Pieces of You CD, and popular tunes, such as Silver Lining, heard, so far, only in concert. Along with providing musical inspiration, and co-writing songs with her, Jewel credits Poltz with being elemental in her shift from serving coffee to playing and singing before coffee-house crowds. Upon moving to California she found herself waitressing and living out of her car. When the two musicians met, they shared love, friendship and songs. Steve Poltz had written a tune called Morning Song and Jewel penned its partner -- each displaying their unique lyrical approach. Poltz's song begins: "The sun comes up through the window in the morning. The flowers say hello/ I pour cold milk on hot oatmeal, steam goes up my nose/" Should that sound borderline bucolic, the closing lines make it clear that the author is a different sort of romanticist: "Hand me that towel, stop playing around/ What are you doing there on the ground/ barking like an Afghanistan lap dog at the racetrack? Come towards me baby/ Good morning America. Good evening Siberia/ Is that a fax coming in from Reykjavik, Iceland?/ Ooh! It must be cold! I see the ocean out there, it must be cold/ Let's crawl back in bed. Let's crawl back in bed." Jewel's Morning Song (on POY) starts like this: "Let the phone ring, let's go back to sleep/ Let the world spin outside our door, you're the only one that I wanna see/ Tell your boss your sick, hurry, get back in I'm getting cold/ Get over here and warm my hands up, boy, it's you they love to hold/ And stop thinking about what your sister said/ Stop worrying about it, the cat's already been fed/ Come on darlin', let's go back to bed/". At a recent Hot Dog Fest in Southern California, Poltz recounted first meeting Jewel when he was sick and being served tea by her at a San Diego restaurant/coffeehouse. They talked and she showed him pictures of sculptures she had created while a student at Interlochen, an arts academy in Michigan. Because she was new to guitar playing and song-writing, he observes, Jewel's creative process wasn't formulaic and she breathed a free, honest, life into her music. (More on the Hot Dog Fest, The Rugburns and Jewel will be found in a web/print magazine, Deep Water, that's in the process of being launched by several Every Day Angels, or EDAs as members of Jewel's internet mailing list are known. The EDAs' name comes from a lyric in the song I'm Sensitive: "I have this theory that if we're told we're bad/ Then that's the only idea we'll ever have/ But maybe if we are surrounded in beauty/ Someday we will become what we see/ 'Cause anyone can start a conflict/ it's harder yet to disregard it/ I'd rather see the world from another angle/ We are everyday angels/ Be careful with me 'cause I'd like to stay that way." The EDA phenomenon is a hybrid -- in part measures it's an on-line fan club, support group and idealistic social movement. Deep Water, a song Jewel has dedicated to the EDAs, contains the chorus, "Well it's these little times/ That help to remind/ It's nothing without Love" - -- an extension of her philosophy that, "In the end only kindness matters.") For Jewel, the next step was to quit her job as a waitress to pursue full-time her dream of becoming a singer-songwriter. She borrowed money so she could stop living out of a Datsun station wagon and, to celebrate her new (Volkswagen model) home, wrote the poem, "UPON MOVING INTO MY VAN: Joy. Pure Joy. I am/ What I always wanted/ to grow up and be/ Things are becoming/ more of a dream with each waking day -- / The heavy brows of Daily Life/ are becoming encrusted/ with glitter and the shaking finger/ of consequence is/ beginning to giggle/ Grumpy old men/ have wings/ Bums sport halos/ and everyday dullness/ has begun to breathe/ as I remember the/ incredible lightness/ of living". On tour, Jewel points out she's progressed past the car and van stages of life -- she now lives in a bus! After having grown through her relationship with Poltz, and after developing her musical act and reputation through live performances at San Diego's Innerchange and other coffeehouses (tracing a route also taken by The Rugburns), Jewel was happy to be in a position to introduce her fans to Steve, John and Stinky on the Tiny Lights revue. The benefits were mutual. The 'Burns enjoyed touring in a fully-equipped bus (in which they could… well, better join The Rugburns internet fan club by e-mailing a message "subscribe" to RugburnsSD@aol.com to find out) and Jewel's show was complemented by the presence of an energetic and joyous opening act. As well, John Castro, on acoustic bass, and Stinky, playing a minimal set of toms and a snare and cymbal ("The Cocktail Kit") while standing, provided just the right accompaniment to many of the songs that made up Jewel's own set. And Steve would duet with Jewel on the tunes that they created together. Together with the often sublime accompaniment of cellist John Hagen, the stripped down (not that way) Rugburns balanced remarkably with Jewel. Weeks before their arrival in the Pacific Northwest, an appreciative (female) reviewer in Boston had written that the "Rugburns deserve a listen, and better still a look: three cute guys in a line, bouncing in unison and playing really smart Western-inflected folk rock on acoustic guitar, acoustic bass, and snare drum, and making more music than a lot of bigger, louder bands crank out. Tongues rammed in cheek, they investigate the twisted corners of love and heartache…" In Seattle, this March night, we'd found our seats and the boys were proving once again they're not just pretty faces from sunny California. On stage, in the decorous Paramount Theater, Steve Poltz was working out the frustrations known to those scrawny males of the species who, since the time they first picked up a copy of Superman or Daredevil, realized that there are Charles Atlas or Joe Weider types who'll kick sand in your face at the beach -- and carry off your girl. (Refuge was found in the comic book ads for X-Ray glasses, joy buzzers and sea-monkeys -- but the images of inadequacy always appeared larger.) Poltz is a lyricist who wears his heart on his sleeve -- only it can be hard to distinguish between the beer and ketchup stains. His plaintive chorus, "Why you going out with that Gold's Gym guy?/ I saw you kissing him on the 4th of July/ Baby can't you see I've got tears in my eyes?/ Why you going out with that Gold's Gym guy?", anchors lighter verses: "Baby's got a thing for muscle-bound jocks/ I collapse a lung just taking off my socks/ I'm holed up in the closet and I'm pettin' my fox/ She treats me like I've got a bad case of small cocks, but (chorus)/ He's got a big truck, and it's bigger than my dump/ It's bigger than the bank account of Donald Trump/ It's bigger than the feeling that I've got in my rump/ He's got as many brains as a gasoline pump, but (chorus)/ He shaves his legs and so I asked him if he was bi/ He grabbed me 'round the throat and said, 'Prepare to die!'/ Everybody says that I'm a nicer guy/ He's like Malathion, I'm a simple Med fly, but (chorus)." In between songs, Steve invited a girl seated in the front row up onto the stage -- holding onto her hands and lifting. While the drummer, Jeff, struck manly, pensive, poses, she helped out by adorning him as the visual component of a pitch for "Stinky cologne" -- an advertising burlesque tunefully narrated by Steve and accompanied by John. It's not exactly how dramatic things started for Courtenay Cox, but friends come in all forms - -- even Stinky ones that look as if Calvin Klein had commissioned Rodin to sculpt Tom Waits as the thinker. (Dancing in the dark were the ghosts of vaudeville that inhabit The Paramount.) As happened on numerous dates of the Tiny Lights Tour, in Seattle The Rugburns opening set was graced with an appearance by Jewel who shared a centre-stage mike with Steve to sing one of their jointly written tunes -- from a selection including My Body is Changing, Daddy She's a Goddess (Can We Keep Her) and Old Lover's House ("I drove by my old lover's house last night at 3 a.m./ Her car was parked next to his so I just honked my horn…") a song that's recorded on Taking the World By Donkey, the third (and most recent) Rugburns' CD. (I'm Sorry Mommy was the group's sophomore recording.) By the closing portion of their entertaining set, The Rugburns had won over many in the audience who had come to the show not knowing anything about them. In those who had only a partial awareness -- having heard via the internet, or elsewhere, that the 'Burns were a crazy bunch of players with some hilarious novelty tunes -- there was formed a deeper appreciation of, and respect for, the band's musicianship and the songwriting talents of Steve Poltz. And then they'd remind you of how much fun music can be with a crazy bunch of players… An impromptu rave-up, with lines like "When I go to Seattle/ I don't eat cattle", works better live than it does on paper, but, for a hometown crowd, its personalized geographical references (the odic chorus being "I go to Tullalip" -- a casino in Marysville, Washington) as shouted by The Rugburns were more revealing, and genuinely endearing, than the generic lines commonly heard at rock concerts: "How you doing (fill in name of city)? Do you wanna rock (fill in name of city)?" Following their set, my friend Helen concurred with the Boston reviewer's take, labeling The Rugburns "cute as a button." During the intermission, the boys in the band could be found in the Paramount's palatial foyer signing autographs and generally delighting the crowds with their approachable personalities. Some of the youngest girls, their faces painted with glitter, appeared ready to scream or faint. A positive, even festive, air helped imbue the "architecture of awe" with a human scale. In its figurative adornments, and dazzling details, it may be, as described, that "Nothing was overlooked in the design of this amazing palace." The Paramount is a glorious venue (along the lines of the Orpheum Theatre in Vancouver, Canada -- another grand structure remaining from the era of silent films and vaudeville and one in which, over the years, I've enjoyed concerts by the Vancouver Symphony Orchestra and such artists as Joan Baez and Charles Aznavour). But even the most divinely inspired of spaces, when closed and filled to capacity with excited people, can get overly warm. On this particular night around 3000 Jewel fans were generating body heat. Downstairs the smoking lounge that surrounded the entrance to, both, womens, and, mens, washrooms resembled a scene in the Seinfeld episodes when Kramer turned his apartment into a smoking room for persons displaced by anti-tobacco laws. (Virtually overnight, Kramer's face tuned sallow and aged.) The smoke could be avoided upstairs, though slaked at the water fountain during the break a thirst for liquids just grew as the concert intensified. The intermission ending lobby bells chimed, ushering us back to our seats. The theatre was in darkness. A wing of tiny candle lights served, not to brighten the stage, but, like stars in a country night sky, to focus eyes on their twinkling points and the depth of blackness surrounding. Acapella, Jewel began: "Please don't say I love you/ those words touch me much too deeply/ and they make my core tremble/ Don't think you realize the power you have over me/ And please don't come so close/ It just makes me want to make you near me always/ Please don't kiss me so sweet/ It makes me crave a thousand kisses to follow/ And please don't touch me like that/ makes every other embrace seem pale and shallow/ Please don't look at me like that/ It just makes me want to make you near me always." A single spotlight gave body to the voice. With Jewel appearing, through the darkness the poignant strains of John Hagen's cello courted the lyric: "Please don't send me flowers/ they'd only whisper the sweet things you say/ Don't try to understand me/ your hands already know too much anyway…" And then, cellist and vocalist visible, Jewel's guitar added its timbre: "And when you look in my eyes/ please know my heart is in your hands/ It's nothing that I understand, but when I'm in your arms/ you have complete power over me/ So be gentle if you please, 'cause/ Your hands are in my hair, but my heart is in your teeth/ And it makes me want to be near you always/ I want to be near you always…" Any attempt to describe Jewel's voice is limited by our language. Two years ago, when the singer was still performing in small clubs and cafes, one reviewer noted how "industry insiders are flocking to her shows to hear her phenomenal voice, which can range from a jazzy scat to a pure, vibratoless alto." Another praised her "warm soprano." More recently, a broader palette of journalists have acknowledged Jewel's "stunning crazy quilt of a singing voice" that stitches together "low murmurs, throaty wails, girlish patter and soaring soprano meanderings." In advance of her European dates this year, London's Time Out guide eloquently noted that Jewel "is possessed of a wondrous talent" -- "mature beyond her years, and with a pure and powerful, tear-stained voice." Time Out's Ross Fortune commented: "Pieces of You (Atlantic) is a haunted and haunting work of pain and beauty from a promising artist, whose style is stark and honest, and whose songs are deftly observed and deeply compelling." Earlier this month (in the May 15 1997 issue), an Associate Editor at Rolling Stone magazine wrote: "The record only hints at the power of Jewel's voice, a mighty, crystalline wonder." Atlantic Records senior VP exec Ron Shapiro came closest when he told Rolling Stone: "Even if you don't get the record, even if you don't think it's critically perfect, you can't deny what she does onstage. She has one of the most God-given voices I have ever heard an artist be given." But, as the brothers Gibb know, those are only words. Even the "disorder of the senses" achieved by the French symbolist Arthur Rimbaud couldn't transmute words into sensual/spiritual truth for an universal audience. Before emerging from A Season in Hell, Rimbaud wrote: "I invented the colour of vowels! -- A black, E white, I red, O blue, U green. -- I regulated the form and the movement of every consonant, and with instinctive rhythms I prided myself on inventing a poetic language accessible some day to all the senses. I reserved all rights of translation. At first it was an experiment. I wrote silences/ I wrote the night/ I recorded the inexpressible/ I fixed frenzies in their flight." More than 100 years later, the writings of Rimbaud (whose literary career ended at age 19) remain incandescent, but the visionary goal of an "alchemy of the word" is still not realized. In this regard, where poets fail journalists will not succeed. It's a common saying that "music is the universal language". To revive the Dylan/Aznavour take: "'music, man, that's where it's at'/ it is a religious line". Naturally, the human voice is the most divine of all instruments. There are voices that stand out, gripping our attention with their singularity. ("Way back in 1964," Patti Smith has remarked, "I went to see Joan Baez. She had this fellow with her, Bobby Dylan. His voice was like a motorcycle through a cornfield... " David Bowie would say it's a voice "like sand and glue.") There are voices that reach to your soul. For me, that happens when I hear Spanish soprano Montserrat Caballe sing Puccini arias. And it happens when Billie Holiday sings practically anything -- whether it be a song from the bright spring of her artistic career in the 1930s to her last, 1958, recordings, when her range narrowed and voice cracked. (As jazz reviewer Michael Brooks expressed in liner notes to the reissue of Lady Day's final album, Lady In Satin: "the voice is an open wound, the vocal chords flayed by the acid of racism and commercial indifference and I defy anyone to sit and listen to it without the tears welling.") Such true voices help one understand, without words, that this moment is always, but is only now. They enable us: "To see a World in a Grain of Sand/ And a Heaven in a Wild Flower/ Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand/ And Eternity in an hour." William Blake's Auguries of Innocence spelled out what the poet divined to be. There are voices of our sisters and brothers that share what it means to be. To know love. For me, and for many, it happens to be that way with Jewel. I'm a limited writer. Thoughts and emotions I'll attempt to render. Physical descriptions escape me. Matters of the spirit are left unsaid. I'm no poet, and I know it. (Hope I don't blow it, contributes Bobby "I Shall Be Free # 10" Dylan.) So, I'll borrow someone else's words just one more time, and then dispense with attempts to pin down the sound of Jewel's voice and phrasing. At best, the lyrics on a page are petals flattened in a book. Some scent lingers, but they are not the flower. The poet/songwriter Richard Farina (who met a tragic end in a 1960s car accident) wrote of one voice that reached him this profound way, that of pop/folk singer Judy Collins: "It wasn't simply/ in the tune or words/ or in the bold inflection/ of a given song; but more/ the pause between the chords/ the hush implicit in the ending/ the silence of reflection:/ all the unsung phrases lending/ meaning to the pattern of your day/ …It was the voice you heard/ while dreaming of another time/ a foreign place/ Perhaps within the mirror image/ of her song, you recognized/ your half-remembered face/ and came to disregard the steps/ you might have once retraced/ Perhaps these were the words/ you'd heard while listening/ part-attentive, semi-conscious/ to the murmurs from another room/ Sounds not terribly unlike/ the melodies you'd hear/ if jewels like amethysts/ could bloom." If you get a chance, go see Jewel live. In Seattle, the bond Jewel in Seattle we become more graceful. It's a refinement of the soul over time. Would you like to ram your tongue down my throat Would you like to grab my thighs Yes, I have got nice tits They are the perfect 'grab me' size I'm just a nice girl Thought I had everything Until you flashed me And I saw what I've been missing I've been saving myself my whole life For some slimeball like you to come along I am so desperate I'll do you and your mom I get this tiny little boost of adrenaline When I think about what I've been given My own private god's gift to women My own private god's gift to women My own private god's gift to women Yeah, Yeah I was just thinking that it'd really turn me on If some guy would drive by and show me his tongue I was just thinking that it'd really make my day If he offered me a place to stay with pay I'm just a nice girl Thought I had everything Until you flashed me And I saw what I've been missing I've been saving myself my whole life for some sketcher like you to come along I am so desperate I'll do you on the front lawn I get this tiny little boost of adrenaline When I think about what I've been given My own private god's gift to women My own private god's gift to women My own private god's gift to women Yeah, Yeah I was just thinking that it'd be really cool If I got hit up side the head with a manly tool That way he could have nothing left to say And have his way with me all day Cuz I'm just a nice girl Thought I had everything Until you flashed me And I saw what I've been missing I've been saving myself my whole life For some motherfucker like you to come along I am so desperate I am writing you this song And you're so vain You probably think this song is about you I get this tiny little boost of adrenaline When I think about what I've been given My own private god's gift to women My own private god's gift to women My own private god's gift to women I don't understand, why a women, can't just love a man Jewel was scheduled to appear on the Cahrlie Rose show -- but was bumoed by the Dolly cloning story. This prompted one on-line EDA to note that Jewel had been displaced by "pieces of ewe" I slept. I had a dream. Not a King-sized dream, but dream that would carry me forward EDAs love and humour shared eloquent time out Technical descriptions the vocal , -- I feel and know life love. If you get a chance, see Jewel live. For an original song dedication, how 'bout sending out this Jewel ditty to politico James Carville: "I'm so desperate I'll do you and your Mom". Howard approves: "Oh, yesss!" as Lucy and I rode that wayward bus noisily into that dark night, Woody (Allen, not Guthrie) in the days before he had to be reminded. poltz, demontrating his solo lyric writing can elicit tears -- and not just from laughter. Holliston Street: "We lived on Holliston Street in the 60s/ We didn't need much back then, just a smile/ Daddy would sing, and buy us ice cream/ and we would listen/ Uncle Louie would come over for dinner on Sundays/ He played piano for my sister, Kath/ And I'd stand behind and imitate him/ and she would laugh, and he'd get mad/ CHORUS: And if I knew then what I know now/ I wouldn't rush the growing old/ I'd take the flu, the measles, and the blues/ and I guess I'd do as I was told/ Kathy would walk up ahead and I'd follow/ She seemed so big back then, and me so small/ and Mommy would give me one dime, and her two nickels/ and I would cry, cause she got more/ REPEAT CHORUS/ They let us stay up real late to watch Ed Sullivan/ We saw the Beatles two times that year/ Daddy would laugh, and say, 'Look at that dumb hair!'/ But I liked John… I loved John/ I gave up candy for Lent in the Springtime/ Mommy was proud, and so were the nuns/ I thought it was okay to eat the candy if the wrapper was still on/ I was just sucking out the juices -- the juices of life/ REPEAT CHORUS: And if I knew then, what I know now/ I wouldn't rush the growing old/ I'd take the flu, the measles, and the blues/ and I guess I'd do as I was told." the diagnosis of ex-Rugburn, Dr. Driscoll's diagnosis "that's a lethal combination" or some other mainstream publicaiton will pronocune to the world: "I jave seen the future of processed meat…" the atavistic ritual of people congrgating int he ardk, to hear the chanted words, of the shamn, it's all there. Atavistic congregating Cacked and anrrow in range, but deeper with life than Painter's the phrasing, lyrics on the page are just that -- but with pauses, and emotions resonating collaborate I'm sorry mommy Maurice Chevalier - Vancouver jewel cigar candles silver lining -- clouds before: The palatial "architecture of awe"Rugburns set had filled the wholly positive, even festive, air filled the palace and joine dhte with a very human scale before: Nothing was overlooked in the design of this amazing palace. Figurative adornments are everywhere, but you have to really look to see them. Iron hand-rails become mermaids and light fixtures transform into dazzling webs of beaded glass. Dense floral patterns of gold surround us so pleasantly, they subtly draw attention away from the particular into the whole. Like the gothic cathedral, its arches and windows based on complex orders of holy numbers designed to draw us towards the Holy One, the Paramount is an example of the secular cathedral, the American version of the architecture of awe. " at the closeness of The Rugburns. who endearing, mutual fun 39 of our friends left, we're from San Diego In their Seattle performance, emily iconic hot dog Old Lover's House, My body is Changing or Daddy She's a Goddess If Rodin had sculpted Tom Waits as the thinker. If we robbed the senate, mgith be silly, but reasonable at the same time.. Learned it was cynics, it made perfect sense on the road, mutual respect for each other a smucians and a way of repaying the returnign the silded palace of gin Tiny Lights Tour they wre complemtary acts, that provided extra benefits for the audience His encouragement and ups my heart my body is changing brush on snare, "The Cocktail Kit" complx, forumalr, in the case of the Steve Poltx it's like the mention aretistic (I like Bibi. She's neat like peaches and cream) Bibi t-shirts and poetry books could be spsondored by a casino (when in Vancouver the patern started to become clear, even John Hagen…) silver lining dear friends EDAs Larry, "we started out as fans of Jewel and ended up as fans of each other" Jewelstock URL I was nervous as I'd heard about some rowdy crowds on the tour and wasn't sure what to expect. This audience was in tune, respectful but not reserved. Appreciative and warm, the connection was made. Jewel was also in good form: "I'm in a really good mood" she enthused. Jewel's moologues Nedra Little Bird John D. Loudermilk, Marianne Faithfull Cherokee Nation Tobacco Road, Paul Rever and the Raiders to Soundgarden as Northwest Bands God, what do I do/ I'm 1000 miles away/ and lyin' next to you Jean Vigot's Atalante -- ritual a song she wrote for a childhood friend, Edward who committed suicide because he was fat, and believed no one would love him. Like most Jewel Songs, fragile flame and fat boy the power builds and quoting a line here an there fails to do justice to the lyric, that said, (fat boy says wouldn't it be nice/ if I could melt myself like ice/ or outrun my skin/ just be pure wind/ sometimes I feel the same IN Seattle, this time, she simply explained/stated it was for a friend who'd committed suicide, who was fat and believed no one would love him… The tune that is yours and mine to play upon this earth/ We'll play it out the best we know, whatever it is worth You breathed on me and made my life a richer one to live/ when I was deep in poverty you taught me how to give" that's regeneration, like our bodies into the soil You're beautiful beyond words/ you could make me cry/ Never say goodbye/ Because my dreams are made of iron and steel/ with a big bouquet of roses hanging down/ from the heavens to the ground like the famous image of distant lovers tossing in bed, from Jean Vigot's L'Atalante, Jewel paints: "God, What do I do/ I'm 1000 miles away/ lying next to you" Generations ago Woody Guthrie invited us to "let's go ridin' in my car, car" Today, jewel appeals to the dchildin us to catch a cold "The rivals that don't exist at all/ the feeling you're only two feet tall/ I'm glad I'm not young anymore" This is referring to the reference to the Rugburns. I went to the St. Louis show with a friend(female) and she and all the other females around us that we talked to loved..., I mean, LOVED the Rugburns. I was just wondering if this has happened to any other guys out there, I mean it wasn't too fun to be there with a date and then have to listen to her grope about Steve all night ;) Brian There was blood in my urine the whiskey was purein I was lookin and a searchin For the shroud of Turin I'm a love sick fool I got the aorta flu I'm gonna UPS my heart next day to you You were comin from Jeruselum I was lookin for you and him You were covered in greasy sin Your a shark with a sharp fin Chorus repeat I'm only happy when i'm pukin' blood I'm only happy when I wound up in the mud I like to ride way up in the ? I like to lick myself like a d-aa-ahhh-ggg 57 midgets in a 57 chevy could drag me away from your hat trippin leather? I wanta pollinate your flower with my long neck tower til your sittin on my lap and we're naked in the shower Chorus repeat I hope that helps Let me know if you have any questions or corrections. Pete My friend Mary (Holmes not Epperson), who has see these things better than I, offered this commentary: " the edas can get dragged into some petty discussions, but don't you know no one alive can always be an angel… "Don't you know no one alive can always be an angel, sometimes I get a little mad, I'm just a soul who's intentions are good, oh lord, don't let me be misunderstood" -- Nina Simone But for the most part they express an unbounded positivism and charitable, a spirit, unique in a large group of people, EDAs have members who've been at Woodstock, the Beatles at Shea Stadium and jewelstopck. (For my part. I remember Bruce Springsteen, playing at vancouver's Queen Elizabeth Theatre, bfore Jon Landau anointed him the future of rock and roll, I 've sat fron trow centre for Dylan, seen the Clash\, the jam and pother punk new wave when they were vital. As Kris, one of the list's members writen, "she can do for this generation…" Fritz creek Store On May 23 of this year, in a symbolic gesture, the EDAS registered a star in the name of Jewel Kilcher (Jewel of the North 99 degree etc.) A state legislator in Georgia decalred May 23 Every day Angel Day to marke the acts of kindenss that EDAs strive to prform. grace ursa minor, little dipper said it's elementary, penguins Dylan was aware of the flame passing when he first moved east in 1961 to visit Woody Guthrie Big Blue Old Yeller Woody Guthrie's guitar had inscribed/written on it "This machine kills fascists". In this generation, and for Jewel, there is a fresh battle -- with disillusionment and cynicism. apathy "If we robbed the cynics and took all their food, that way what they believe will have taken place/ and we can give to people who have faith/" This is my life. I get to write songs for everybody. No taking pictures of me sticking my tongue… out. These kids come up and have me sign pictures \, I look like I have to pee or something" "I grew up with a sauna. We didn't have running water or a shower. So we had a sauna. Every Sunday night all the neighbours would come. And there was a big potluck dinner and we'd have saunas together. There was this little boy named Edward, he helped me with the potato patch, listening to Ella Fitzgerald. He just recently killed himself back in Alaska. And next to him was a note saying that he didn't think that anyone would ever love him because he was fat. And I thought, what an incredibly sad thing to think that you could be denied something like that in your life. I figure suicides happen in small ways, little cruelties add up every day. So I wrote this for him. It's kind of an eulogy," leavened with fun songs, country songs and other types of love songs Fat boy Deep Water -- it's nothing without love in the end, only kindness matters it's doom alone that counts - Dylan Nikos a.lska without tunning water Countrified, Big band tune -- Baby looks like a very big girl to me Race Car Driver ("I'm just a real small man/ with a -- real big car") "But, I can see that you're not impressed, by the way that you are fully dressed." She counts one original blues tune in her repertoire, which she calls "my really bad blues song" "I walked to school/uphill, both ways/ with no legs/ try that" " and I thought it wa dunf -- I got a head full of ideas that are dringinv ne insance, got a woman and she thinks its fun "I've got the blues more than you do, blues" doesn't do drugs, drink or smoke (cigar) Aznavour (English titles Yesterday When I was Young/Hier Encore, She, You've Got to Learn/Il Faut Savoir, To Die of Love/Mourir D'Aimer Tiny lights – we are everyday angels (Every Day Drunks jokes ) after Billie Holiday, no voice in popular song has accompanied me through life so faithfully as Dylan's (I don't have to listen to the records) hands manifest thought responsive to her environment and the reaction can range from the subtle to the blunt. voices have tended toward but such cateogriszing and comparison repsent mostly a fool's game. These people have singular voices and places drawing water from the wrtiers well of Robbie Robertson and Dylan for many of her best-loved song stylings. to be forgiven first you must believe in sin -- Easter Dylan Still others, like Joni Mitchell and Gordon Lightfoot have plaed themselves in their own traditions with a closer balance in appeal between their sound and words. Even if Dylan had the looks of Brad Pitt in his youth, and the voice of Bejani no Gigli he would not likelyhave been in as difficutl as spot as Jewel. She's a woman. Be respected and be a girl gaining respect may take her longer and be more trying than it should.once the alsumbs have cuaght up to her output, Jewel is doubly blessed -- with lyric to a vibratoless alto swooping, pure soprano , warm etc. Bob Dylan and Leonard Cohen are respected poet/songwriters and have distinctive voices -- but theirs are not vocal instruments that… the heavenly choir takes all , but puts some voicer more prominent in the final mix. Thpose in the popular folk tradition with cystlline voices, like Joan Baez, have had a different lyrical apporach (Love is Just a Four Letter Word") but did numerous covers as well (Judy Collins, is even more toward t\covers than Baez.) Baez' "Noel" is the purest, most spiritual Christmas album in my collection. Steve Poltz, who is credited by Jewel with really discovering her and Every Day Drunks ruefully ackniowedged the explining dirvbing a coupoel of states way to attend the sweet 16 party of a girl he'd never met conditioning while the Rugburns loosen up in the Cloudroom, a roof-top bar in the Hotel Camlin as natural as it was to talk with her on the sidewalk in Seattle, the "meet and greet' is artificial. about as unnatural an envorinemtn for a meeting anotehr humnan being as one can imagine. However well-intnetioned, or hosw crass, the intentions, it has all the warmth of comes out like a music industry cattle-call I've ssen a\other artists cringe and ifor jdwel is't simply and abominable part of the buysiness. fearless back-sliders Orpheum grand venue, Aznavour, Baez (I was even so the rambling Rugburns, Cloud Room, roof-top bar at the nearby Camlin Hotel A friend, who has a better appreciation of such things, gave this review: "I watched her video directed by Sean Penn. She possesses everything that madonna lacked...namely a soul. that video by Penn (it) is like a well acted piece of Shakespeare...pure dead brilliant. I was just mesmerized" Seattle -- place much earlier in article "We've come a long way from the Puss Puss Café" she remarked (where she'd been in "residence" in April and May 1995), Painters, disabled (before Adrian) - -- Brandina next to me (Vancouver two guys) guardians to connect with, and help find our way -- Wokred beter live than it owuld appear in print: "When I go to Seattle/ I don't eat cattle" begind the ode to Tulalip Casino in Marysville, Washington. Mugs and Jugs, an Al Bundy kind a place I have seen the future of rock and roll and her name is… Cole Porter Porter, best known for his effervescent tunes/lyrics like Anything Goes, Just one of those things, My Heart Belongs to Daddy, and others could also hit more sombre (?) notes. His Everytime We Say Goodbye (…/…) most melancholic pop songs ever, in almost any version (though I'm drawn to Jeri Souhern's slow delivery of…) 1954 Charlie Haden plays bass on Beck's Odelay breakthrough a paen to wilting male ardor silly and wise in alternate moments Dylan goofy underlying the spontaneous and quixotic structure is a wealth of discipline a bed-rock foundation of discipline and talent a simplemessage, to be a good person and to thine own self be true (the baa-ram ewe is optional but when whe was tenporaily bumped from a Cahrlie Rose interveri for a the cloning of Doly, one person on the EDA list "pieces of ewe" she'd been pre-empted by Anxious to meet James Carville, political commentator, ex-Nixon (se saslon link) who then ogled her breasts -- ifd that isn't a miscrocosm of North Ameriucan society The Rubgburns are a talented musical combo and should have a strong future in music as they are heard by a larger audience. That is, unless they end up having to work as corupiers in some two-bit casino to pay off their gambling debts or don't end up running off with small town Blaze Starrs … In each town they successufly located the neares casino and/or strip joints. Future torus could be sponsored by the May's Club of Portland, the Washingtons' Tulalip Casino or the not itonriclaly titled Mugs and Jugs in beautiful downtown New Westminster, B.C. "Cute as a button" observed my friend Helen and hundreds of girls obviously agreed as they surrounded the individual Rugburns for autographs and pictures. We used to be a 42 piece orchestra but 39 of our brothers and sisters just took a spaceship up to heaven and left us behind. Ravenous demands of cleviryt and insudtyr. She stil there Mott the Hoople Numerous musical artists have paid homage to the late Kurt Cobain, including Neil Young and patti Smith. Jewel has drwan inspiration for the tradegy of addition and suicide to create the hymn most moving an iuncersal of the tributes: "Amen: some are being beaten and some are being bron. Some - can't - tell- the difference anymore. Soneg with her pwoerful voice, anyone pauing attention would be challenged not to vry . A good publci cry, and laughter called her mother, who sand a hauntingly lovely lullaby, "The little Birds" after Lenedra had finsihed, Jewel acknowledged: "Now you know where I got my voice". -- Billie Holdiday's Strange Fruit, which commercial intersts turned into Lady Sinfgs the zBlue, a\later picked up and turned into a moivei by Diana Ross A real family affair, the beautiful Paramount Myths are spun adored by her ever growing family of fans , nut not prerply respected by the mainstream media who transcit to the greater masses. As one who follwoed Dylan's career, he had his silly songs ( and later had his les than lyrical days. And goofy betwen song patter banter Seattle I'm in a really good mood. And it showed. I feel mischievous -- not that I can do much with it up here. Deep Water Lenedra - poignant "My how you remind me of a man I used to sleep with/that's a (slighthalfpause) face I'd never forget/You can be Henry Miller and I'll be Anais Nin/Except this time it'll be even better,/We'll stay together in the end/Come on darlin', let's go back to bed" Jewel's powerful amens "Some are being beaten/Some are being born/And some can't tell/the difference anymore/Amen/Hallelujah/Hallelujah" On paper these are pe\oetrym rendered throught the power of her voice these songs can tap a well-spring of emotions. Cascades of tears at a wedding Rugburns – John Prine (those who are reahcing the ages qwhwn, as Zjelputs it "men's hari statr to sag and it comes out in funny places, ears, their backs" etc. dont' have to worry about the – Maurice Chevalier swings, "o'm glad I;nm not youn anynore" Vancouver -- Adrian Near You Always Morning Song Enter From The East The "Datsun Stationwagon" Song Perfectly Clear Little Sister Sometimes It Be That Way Foolish Games YWMFM w/Rugburns Adrian w/Rugburns Cleaveland Take Me Down There Tonto Nothing Without Love Just Passing Time Fat Boy Daddy Silver Lining w/Rugburns Too Darn Hot (snapping fingers) Angel Standing By Chime Bells (yodelling) ENCORE... WWSYS w/Rugburns Abscence Of Fear Amen makes a pint to thank her audience, it's thank to you -- and touchstone to previous venues trying to tellher stories she was interrupted "Do you know that Tonto is Spanish for stupid" began the lead-it to Run Tonto Run, but a voice interjected "Yeeahh" -- "Oh" said Jewel and sang the song -- sotry-teller or a comic relies upon timing, sometimes the audience gives to you, sometimes they take away. In vancouver a few people were beating the clock… meet and greet unnatural, reviewed by Dustin elsewhere on this site she's a professional in the old-fashioned sense of the worde -- a trouper, Bugs Bunny Road Runner show the show must go on and all that. And it does. The low point on the tour was likely the New York Beacon shows when young guys were yelling "take it off" (The Rugburns could have told them, you're at Mugs and Jugs, that's OK, at a concert it's moronic.) Portland -- Daddy, Pieces of You Near You Always 1000 Miles Away Angel Standing By Chime Bells A new one that I have never heard and she said she JUST worte. I'll call it "Down" because that seems right. WWSYS YWMFM Race Car Driver Cold Song Pieces of You Mourning Song sound-check Playful Cleveland there's only an inch or two, between me and ou, depsoninf on which mayp oyu use just an inch or two, depending on which mapy you use" witness the birth of a song down. The playing of cleiist John Hagen adds o the gypsey si\wing of theis song (bringin to mind the Scarlet Rivera borught to the Desire.Rlling Thunder era er Dylan) it's easy to understnad how she has inspired an on-line community of EDAs or Everyday anfels (these fans show share htought on love, philosphy and ,usic and life, from the subliem to the petty, adopting their name from a loine in Jewel's song "I';m sensitive" "we are everday eangles" cold song saintly Pete Seeger generations ago concert -- smile on tiny girl's face fand screaming for an encore, not allowed as the DJs took the stage to tell more before Sheryl Crow came on to close the show Tiny Lights tour The Rugburns are indeed fun band, and their levity provides a complementary balance to the Jelwe set whih could leave the Cold Song "woncha catcha cold with me.." -- see ATN e-mail levity The focus on their oinstage antics and goofiness can lead comentators to overlook the quality of songwriting (provided by Steve Poltz) and the inegrtated quality of their musicianship (with Poltz handling guyitar work, John Castor laying down a physical bass groove and Jeff "stinky" having as much fund as a drummer since gene Krupa. If Keith Moon's energy was transferred into the body of an acoustic player, it may sound like Stinky.) Three guys who have a ball on the road, hitting casinos and strip bars along the way. But when not acting like a My Three Sons on a sugar rush, they can Their teen and pre-teen following of female fans mobs them at each town and appreciate the time and enregy the boys put into signing autographs, taking pictures and special moments. POY, too obvious, too easily mistaken, just plain makes people uncomfortable -- not easy; just like hate it's ugly and awkward; it's an open wound I have seen the future of rock and roll. Her name is Jewel… No, no, no. Stop. Copyright. Someone named Jon Landau owns/has the copyright most of that line/ a sentence like that. Anyway/Besides, I saw Bruce Springsteen perform in the mid-1970s (at Vancouver's 3000-seat Queen Elizabeth Theatre) and it was true about him, then. I was not born to live to die. I'm not her to repeat much either racism -- daddy Robert Johnson, Huddie Ledbetter and many others were present before, and after, old Tom Joad came a walkin' down the road. or Buddy Rich responsive to her audience true professional in the show business sense birthday party for local radio station Z100, even a dj admitted "gave me goose-bumps at sound-check" in a big business that is music, such genuine testimonials don't come hymn "Amen" universalizes loss, through addiction to embrace the community dry leaves - Deportee seattle-ites and cup of tea at Fellini's and then race like the wind to the Greyhound Lines You meet different people on the road. Train stations may be cleaner and hold more postcard romance (the Amtrak route from Bellingham, Washington along the Pacific Coast has story-book pretty junctions and scenery and junctions), but the bus-lines can pack humanity closer. On the Greyhound out of Portland, I met a woman who was riding as far as Seattle. The ticket sales agent asked when she wanted to return. "As soon as it comes back", was her answer. Salt Lake City was a beautiful place, she told me. She'd been there once. For two hours. When she didn't have money for buses, she rode elevators (She rode) just to go somewhere, to do something and not be/feel alone. Woody Allen, in the days before his Midsummer Night's Sex Comedy was invaded by aliens advising/telling him to "make funnier movies", Woody Allen used to joke/tell a joke about a student who was caught cheating on their metaphysics exam/test. They were looking into the soul of the person seated/sitting next to them. Jewel asks us all to cheat. And too soon it's time to board the bus out of here. When Jewel connects, it's like we're all cheating by looking into the soul -- and we see ourselves. Pieces of You With an artist like Jewel we're all invited to look into the soul of those sitting next to us. Probe and At a Jewel concert by Jewel once can/it's easy to believe that the whole class is cheating. And not only is it allowed, it's meant to be. Generations ago, Woody Guthrie invited us to take a ride Today, Jewel extends an warmer invitation "Some are being beaten/ Some are being born/ And some can't tell/ the difference anymore…" **************************************************************************** **************************************************************************** ********************************************************************** customarily introduces Chime Bells with a little story anbout men's hair and her dad's winshielf wiper eye brows archivists "Womens' breasts may sag as they get older, but men's hair sags. It starts falling out their eyebrows, and their ears, and strange places on their backs. So my Dad combs his eyebrows straight up now. Well, he went through a phase, I don't think he does anymore, I think he trims them." Windshield wipers Don't -- makes every embrace seem palle and shallow and please don't send me flowers they'd onblky whipser and please dont' try to understnad me your hands know too much already your hands are in my hair,. But my heart is in your teeeth it makes coming out in funny places, Old enough to know better (sings John) they seek him here, they seek him there, originally from Vancouver, B.C. Capraesque from a state of grace and pure freedom into a structured… Liz Stock - Sweet 16 party, see February 18 digest (111?) - your parents let those people in? Igor who explained he's not shy any more The EDAs are protective of their star, some of this is, not doubt, self-decribed selfishness (as the posts about who could go to Jewelstock), but, primarily they show a genuine concern for her well-being (Fiona Apple thread dissing, round up all frisbees "just in case") Howard Stern's emissary -- in Cybersleaze AMA date "fuck off you're mean". Shock jock stern, on his best behaviour pitching his Hollywood movie openin, acted the gentleman leaving Carville to be the lech. list of women artists - Garbage, Delores et al on digest like Apple records time and Magic Alex doesn't smoke or drink, likes Roll Pops guitars - Big Blue and Old Yeller another link to Etta James< For Jewel Kilcher, a performer whose essence glows with the opportunity to make direct, and personal, contact, to commune, with her audience, the journey to major stardom is not without its trials. Unlike the concerts of various other musicians who have enjoyed similar popular sale figures, seeing Jewel live is primarily a spectacle of the heart. And playing before ever larger gatherings of people, including those who cannot read the emotions on your face from the back of the hall and others who, attracted by celebrity, may not know what you're about, strains this special bond between voice and receptive listener. 3 million + Charles Aznavour is another performer. I saw him at the Orpheum (as did Joan Baez) Some of the larger venues on The Tiny Lights Tour (at three to four thousand seats) seem to have tested the boundaries of commercial scale beyond which the search for intimacy become can become a lost cause. Jewel's only confirmed North American concert appearance, prior to the July/August '97 Lilith Fair dates, is slated for June 21 at the Texas International Raceway "Rockfest" alongside such bands as No Doubt, Bush, Counting Crow and The Wallflowers. The festival sponsor, Blockbuster Music, is giving away free tickets with CD etc. purchases and is aiming to attract upwards of 250,000 fans to the Forth Worth site. (This size of tribal event is anomalous, however, and well outside the kind of experience being meditated upon here.) EDA - Erik "Oh and the concert w/Jewel on friday was fun, but the HUGE sport hall (RIMAC) at UCSD was much too LARGE to give the intimacy that makes hearing Jewel a transcendental treat (not to be confused with a Rice Crispies Treat!). The sOund cheCk that most of the EDA's got in to see was by far the hIghLight of the nite...she even sang one of my all-time favorites, Swedish Song. 'Course, I wasn't as fortunate as some EDA's to get front row seats or even within the first 20 rows!! How'd you guys do it? Who did you bribe?! ;) I've sat front row, centre, and been left cold by Dylan in a hockey arena. And I've sat in the upper regions of Vancouver's Orpheum Theatre (a grand old silent movie house from the same era as Seattle's Paramount) and been entranced by Charles Aznavour and Joan Baez. Physical distance between a "folk" artist and their audience is just one variable. It's important that there is mutual respect present. As I witnessed, Jewel is responsive to the environment. She always give a show, but when the feeling flows she spoils the audience with songs and between song stories. The nadir of the tour probably came in New York with two shows at the Beacon Theatre, where some males yelled "take it off" during her songs. And a body has to get tired, whatever it's conditioned to.. The constant touring helped break her, chronic kidney aliment Kiss Me Kate, a 1948 musical recasting of one of William Shakespeare's plays, The Taming of the Shrew ruefully noted what would possess a married father to drive across state lines to celebrate the sweet 16 party of a person he'd never met before in his life. Some of Liz's school friends ahd equally bemused reaction on the phenomenon of Lizstock. Seing phot siwht the 30 or so EDAs who stayed at her house, the reaction was like, "Your parents let all THOSE people stay with YOU!!" whether you end up making love to the wall or a tonic and gin Porter's lyrics are sophisticated in the best sense of the word -- his wit informed by the world, not calloused by it. "Everytime we say goodbye, I die a little/ Everytime we say goodbye/ I wonder why a little/ why the gods above me/ who must be in the know/ think so little of me/ they allow you to go/ When you're near/ there's such an air of spring about it/ I can hear a lark somewhere/ begin to sing about it/ there's no love song finer/ but how strange the change, from major to minor/ every time we say good-bye" Ella recorded this song, in 1956, but the vocal rendition that touches me most deeply is Jeri Southern's recording of two years earlier -- which was lovingly remounted in 1991 by Charlie Haden's Quartet West for its Haunted Heart album -- a recording notable remarkable for much fine music, including bringing new life to Billie Holiday's reording of Deep Song. beautifully remounted by Charlie Haden's Quartet west, accompanied by his Bassist Charlie Haden explained the idea behind Haunted Heart: "I have conceived this recording as if it were a film telling a story. A story evoking feelings of nostalgia, remembering beautiful moments and how precious they are; a story that evokes the importance of every human being on this earth, and that the history of the universe from the beginning of time is in each one of us." noble it was just one of those nights/ one of those fabulous flights/ a trip to the moon on gossamer wings/ it was just one of those things lifts her beyond the categorization of extraordinarily talented, singer-songwriter the ritualized concert setting shaman, healer, friend, loved one. infatuation poem resides in her power of communication is Bobby Dylan's line of self-affirmation could be less freely sung by a woman. When faced with such bias, Jewel's "fuck'em" gets to the point more quickly, response fits (and she could add in Dylan's classic line of self-assertion from Dylan "It's alright ma, I've got nothing to live up to" hands manifest thought Noel Is her sex and her instrument Young women can be heard yelling out, "We Love you Jewel", to which Jewle will smill and return, in a voice relplcating the original sender's "I lover oy too" Jewel is a funny and mimic of voices -- ocassionally she'll lead into, or in the middle of sa song" with vocal imitations of Right Said Fred "I'm too sexy for my shirt", an affectionate take on The Cranberries' Delores O'Riordan, Kim Carnes "She's got Bette Davis eyes" and ether). More distrufin to the show thatn the adulation expressed, is the small nunber of males who got to Jewel shgows and shout during quite moments, "You're hot!". The nadir of this behaviour was to date was reache don the Tiny Light Tours in New York City when,mat shows at the Beacon Theater, guys were actually scrtreaming "Take it off" at the artist on the stage. Growing up proefssojally playing in bars arouns Alaska has left well able to deal with such unwanted attention from heckles, but it certainly spoils a mood and bond between the audicen and performer when it happened. Not coniciendtlyy hwe beacon shows were the shortest on the tour. San Cran - berries, Cran - berries, a Delores O'Riordan impression that left a negsative impressivn the minfs of some Cranberries fans Jewel; hs a song that blunlth mocks the macho sexual psoturing of , the vorwd pleaser (even if some misinterprt as an invitaiton to roadside rmoamnce rom Jewel) -- see RS Ani DiFranco review? more distprutive presence than the over-exited or the smart alecks , is the horny young male contingent. Poltz jokes comes up with , Rather than EDAs, or Every Day Angels, the Rugburns would attract EDDs -- for Every Day Drunks. And to be a girl, "ugly" or "pretty", New York Times said POY racist -- Springsteen saw the original message of his song, be subverted into an anthem of war-proud air-fisting young dudes. Like Race Car Driver turning on some dudes, the ignition Naked honesty frightens people, cover it up, it's immodest. candor scares, makes people feel uncomfortable, the words aren't buried in a nice structure, they're exposed, naked and bloody. the inner torches at the camp fire lots of open tunings harmonics ("But I'll see you in the sky above/ the tall grass/ and the ones I love/ you're gonna make me lonesome when you go") a crowd pleaser which bluntly mocks macho sexual posturing ("I'm just a real small man/ with a great big car!") I don't know how to play jazz ion the guitar, much less blues" -- big band tune, A Very Big Girl "I don't really play the blues. And, I'm very bad at it. But I grew up singing blues. I started singing in barrooms since I was about eight (years of age). Blues is about my favourite thing in the world. It's sort of hard for me to sing and play at the same time." playful lyric for blues illegitimate son, resulted in his ex-communication from the Mormon Church, the faith in which she'd been raised -- went to Oregon little brother Nikos at the Portland show and received a song dedication. - -- not the tender song she penned for "This song is for Nikos wherever you may be; I know things are tough, but you're OK by me; your momma ain't a bad person; may daddy aint' no fool; sometimes parents just need forgiving too/ P.S,, I love you/ Your sister Jewel" Behind the wall "Last night I heard the screaming.." The face (Kiss reunion are going to flashpots and pyrotechnics of all sorts -- not for spiritual or emotional communion. Both types of concerts can be fun.) But she's a preofession al in the old-fashioned snese of th word. Hard work, commitment like th cast of the Bugs Bunny Roadnrunner show, once the night comes its' on witht he shiws, this is it The straigthforawr d chord structure bedrock of discpline and training As well, the commercial dictates of the music business have created some distance between Jewel's present state of being and the general public perception a source of joy like that which cascades tears at weddings Cold Song by Jewel Kilcher It's getting cold and I'm starting to sneeze, I wipe my nose on my sleeve. I've got the sniffles I'd better drink my tea. Oh do you do you wanna wanna catch a cold with me? I'd catch a cold with you anytime, I ain't just feverish, I ain't just lyin' 'Cause when your nose is running it's a perfect time for kissing and hugging. Oh do you do you wanna wanna catch a cold with me? We'll stay inside where it's nice and warm Tell our bosses, we're caught in a sneezing storm. We'll sniffle and snuggle and watch some more tv. Oh do you do you wanna wanna catch a cold with me? I'd catch a cold with you anytime, I ain't just feverish, I ain't just lyin' 'Cause when your nose is running it's a perfect time for kissing and hugging. Oh do you do you wanna wanna catch a cold with me? Do you do you wanna wanna wanna wanna do you do you wanna do me yes indeed, Oh do you do you wanna wanna catch/have a cold with me? The Little Bird There's a little bird somebody sent Down to the Earth to live on the wind Blowing on the wind And she sleeps on the wind This little bird somebody sent. Light and fragile and feathered sky blue Thin and graceful, the sun shining through She flies so high up in the sky Way out of reach of human eyes. Light and fragile and feathered sky blue Thin and graceful, the sun shining through She flies so high up in the sky Way out of reach of human eyes. Light and fragile, she's feathered sky blue Thin and graceful the sun shining through And the only time that she touches ground Is when that little bird, little bird Is when that little bird, little bird Is when that little bird dies. Fragile Flame by Jewel Kilcher Fat boy goes to the pool sees his reflection, doesn't know what to do He feels little inside and filled with pride oh, fragile flame when no one sees the same Fat boy goes about his day trying to think of funny things to say like this is just a game I play and I like me this way oh, fragile flame when no one feels the same Hush, sleep don't think, just eat You're daddy's little boy you're momma's pride and joy and know she loves ya but not because she holds you and fat boys says, wouldn't that be nice if I could melt my self like ice or outrun my skin just be pure wind oh, fragile flame Sometimes I feel the same fat boy says "wouldn't it be nice/ if I could melt myself like ice/ or outrun my skin/ just be pure wind"/ sometimes I feel the same velveteen rabbit lyricsd, the apuses, the stretch out of purem, the halt before, farina DEPORTEE by Woody Guthrie The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting The oranges are filed in their creosote dumps They're flying 'em back to the Mexico border To take all their money to wade back again Goodbye to my Juan, farewell Roselita Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane All they will call you will be deportees My father's own father, he waded that river They took all the money he made in his life It's six hundred miles to the Mexico border And they chased them like rustlers, like outlaws, like thieves The skyplane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon The great ball of fire it shook all our hills Who are these dear friends who are falling like dry leaves? Radio said, "They are just deportees" Is this the best way we can grow our big orchards? Is this the best way we can raise our good crops? To fall like dry leaves and rot on our topsoil And be known by no names except "deportees" Twenty-two-year-old singer/songwriter Jewel struck gold with the first chords she ever learned on the guitar-Am-C-G-D-when her contemplative folk tune, "Who Will Save Your Soul" (Pieces of You/Atlantic), recently became a smash hit. " 'Who Will Save Your Soul' was probably the third song I ever wrote," says the singer. "When I was writing the song, I kept playing those chords over and over again until I finished." The Alaskan-born Jewel grew up singing in bars with her father in a band that played originals, as well as blues standards and tunes by the likes of Jimmy Buffett, the Eagles, Willie Nelson, Elvis and Bob Dylan. In her teens, she hitchhiked across North America, hoping to find enlightenment along the same highways and backroads traveled by Woody Guthrie, beat poet Jack Kerouac and countless other troubadours. Prior to hitting the road, she learned to play guitar in hopes that she could help finance her trip by busking along the way. Becoming a folkie, however, was the last thing on her mind. "I've always been a bigger fan of poets and philosophers than musicians," she says. "Even though I like artists like Dylan and Tracy Chapman, I just hated this stereotype of women with acoustic guitars being wimpy maiden-in-the-castle girls with warbling voices. Of course, that's what I'm called all the time now." The inspiration for "Who Will Save Your Soul" came to Jewel when she was 17, shortly after she journeyed through Mexico and the Southwestern United States. "I was on my way back from seeing the world for the first time, and I sensed a disillusionment among people, myself included," she explains. "People are sometimes afraid to know themselves. They're waiting for someone else to understand them and forgive them, when they should be doing it themselves." It was a scary, yet sobering realization, the singer continues, because "when you're 17 years old, you can't deny that you, yourself might wind up like that. The song is out of compassion for those people-I felt just like them." The straight-ahead, simple chord structure of "Who Will Save Your Soul" belies its subtle power. Producer Ben Keith slowly adds instruments on top of a gentle, fingerpicked guitar pattern, until it all builds to a forceful climax, highlighted by Jewel's rich, supple voice. "I found that the voicings you can get out of fingerpicking and the dissonances you can create are more intricate than what you can get out of strumming," she says. "A singer's voice can then be used as a part of the overall sound and to create tension." On her next album, which she is currently recording in Bearsville, N.Y., Jewel will be strumming more, and experimenting with open tunings on her Taylor 912C and custom-designed Ferrington acoustics. "Open tunings help me get out what I hear in my head," she says. "My hands are still very young. The most frustrating part is when my hands can't do what my mind wants them to do." Jewel is modest about her success, taking comfort more in the solitude of writing and composing than in her stardom. "I understand things better through my writing-it's my umbilical cord to the world. I never thought that anybody would hear my songs. I never thought they were particularly good. I still don't. 'Who Will Save Your Soul,' " she concedes, "is a Cadillac of a song, straight forward, with a V-8 engine!" Nikos She lived in a trailer out eastern road Her loneliness was a disease But my daddy couldn't see it though Her name was Linda her smile was forced And folks 'round town say she dressed like a divorce My daddy had a son by her 'though she wasn't supposed to be able I was eight years old when they told me 'round the table I looked at my daddy, he looked to the ground Knew that we'd be stickin' round ahwile Might as well smile cause there's no point in being mean I guess that's just what you get when you forget to dream Got called to the principal's office Did I do something wrong? Doctor on the telephone said, "Congratulations, you've got a baby brother born." I got sent to a psychiatrist in case I resented their child. I was bitter in my anguish but my manner was mild. My daddy got excommunicated from the Mormon church. Guess an illegitimate son in God's eye has no worth He tried to get back together, but he flew the coop in spring. He loved that baby just not Linda it seemed Still I knew we'd be stickin' round awhile Might as well smile cause there's no point in bein' mean. I guess that's just what you get when you forget to dream. She (soLinda) got remarried now my brother called that new man "dad" But it didn't last long, I hear his temper was bad So she said that we could see him on every other Saturday. We all were shocked when he called my daddy "uncle" She said it was better that way. They tried to get back together but it was off and on One day she just disappeared, I hear to Oregon. I haven't seen him since. I guess I'm supposed to forget. That he was my brother too, not just their legal mess I thought that they'd be stickin' 'round awhile You might as well smile, there's no point in bein' mean. I guess that's just what you get when you forget to dream. This song is for Nikos wherever you may be I know things're tough but you're okay by me And your momma ain't a bad person, my daddy ain't no fool Sometimes parents just need forgiving too. PS, I love you. your sister Jewel. PS, I love you. your sister Jewel. Deep Water by Jewel KIlcher When you find yourself falling down Your hope's in the sky But your heart like grape gum on the ground And you try to scrape yourself up But you keep seeping out like cheap gin through a broken cup And you try to find yourself And the abstractions of religion and the cruelties of everyone else And when you're standing in deep water And you're bailing yourself out with a straw And when you're drowning in deep water And you wake up making love to a wall Well it's these little times That help to remind It's nothing without Love Love, Love It's nothing without Love It's nothing without Love And you realize your only friend has never been yourself Or anyone who cared in the end And you try and you see yourself leaking out And the only one who liked you is yourself anyway That's when suddenly everything fades or falls away Cuz the chains which once held us are only the chains which we've made Sacrificed our pride Sacrificed our health We must demand more Not of each other But more from ourselves Cuz when you're standing in deep water And you're bailing yourself out with a straw And when you're drowning in deep water And you wake up making love to a wall Well it's these little times That help to remind It's nothing without Love Love, Love It's nothing without Love It's nothing without Love Down Take me down to the water… Take me down to the strawberry fields… Take me into the morning hours The morning hours, (softly) you tell me That taste of Lovers' untold dreams Taste of Lovers' untold dreams Still wrapped up in soft blankets (We're) Still wrapped up in soft blankets Crowning desire and kisses unseen Crowning desire and kisses unseen I will take you there, I will take you there… Down Take me down to the border (And) we can go to the border Where hearts open and stream Where hearts open and stream (Let's/We'll) Lose our fear to go under Lose our fear to go under The air of lies no more between The air of lies no more between I will take you there, I will take you there… Down Take (race) me down to the harbor Thirsty as I race (run) from the harbor Past what once was safe to all that is new Past what once was safe to all that is new Ignoring chains and bridging the islands Ignoring chains and bridging the islands The love that is (joins) me and you The love that joins (is, knows) me and you I will take you there, I will take you there… Down Take me down, (through) there's no easy passage There is no easy (well) worn passage Always smooth like glass or washed bone Always smooth like beach glass or washed bone Uncharted these cold depths (waters) may as well be Uncharted these cold depths (waters) may as well be Trust (Lust) will warm, and faith will carry us home Trust (Lust) will warm, and (but) faith will carry us home And I will take you there, I will take you there… Down From a happy 1st grader in the Greyhound School of Dozy Poetry (FWIW, what I traditionally write can be found on my web-site @ http://www.imagen.net/com ) Take me down to the water… take me down to the strawberry fields… The morning hours, (softly) you tell me 7-8 Take me into the morning hours taste of Lovers' untold dreams 7 that taste of Lovers' untold dreams (we're) still wrapped up in soft blankets 7-8 still wrapped crowning hearts and kisses unseen 8 I will take you there, I will take you there… Down (And) we can go to the border 8 Take me down to the border where hearts open and stream 6 lose our fear to go under 7-8 let's lose the air of lies no more between 8 I will take you there, I will take you there… Down Thirsty as I race (run) from the harbor 9 Take (race) me down to the harbor past what once was safe to all that is new 10 ignoring chains and bridging the islands 10 the love that joins (is, knows) me and you 7 I will take you there, I will take you there… Down There is no easy (well) worn passage 7-8 Take me down, there's no easy passage always smooth like glass or washed bone 8 uncharted these cold depths (waters) may as well be 9 trust will warm, but faith will carry us home 10 And I will take you there, I will take you there… Down From the Greyhound School of Dozy Poetry Anyway, I'm with everyone else in thinking that the Rolling Stone article is not as bad as our worst fears. It was probably good of Lenedra to warn us so that the reality was softer. (It's easy for me to say since I'm not mentioned in the article!) Jewel's comment about Larry's poster was affectionate and, taken in context, I think she's being complimentary -- that she and her fans are real. Some parts of the article and Jewel's story were quite funny in her innocent way (e.g. the guy who let her take showers being a snake). And the writer, too much playing the city slicker, obviously liked Jewel once she overcame her cynicism. I think most people will find Jewel appears loveable and honest - -- unlike many celebrities. My primary criticism with the article (other EDAs have articulated other problems), aside from the unnecessary and one-sided excursions into the territory of Atz and Lenedra (also called Nedra for those who ask), concerns the writer's appraisal of Jewel's artistic abilities. It seems everyone recognizes Jewel's voice as a beautiful and amazing instrument, but too many mainstream journalists, and certainly the Rolling Stone writer in this article, don't give Jewel enough credit for her music and lyrics. I listen to lots of music, of all types, and I've always enjoyed great lyricists. And Jewel is great. Sure she has fun and silly songs like the Cold Song but anyone who's familiar with Bob Dylan's recordings when he still had fun on record will remember tunes like I Shall Be Free and I Shall Be Free No. 10 ("I got a woman, she's so mean/ She sticks my boots in the washing machine/ Sticks me with buckshot when I'm nude/ puts bubblegum in my food...") or Woody Guthrie's Car Song ("let's go ridin' in my car, car/ let's go ridin' in my car, car..." - followed by all sorts of mouthed car noises). So what's with all the crap (excuse me) about her being a "teenage girl" as if that's a put-down. (As well, rocks' most revered poet songwriters each have produced some deadly duds that were no fun at all. Out of respect people just don't mention them anymore. There's nothing wrong with a decent burial.) Jewel's Amen is a brilliant poem/song -- its lyrics are as powerful as those written by any other artist. (I won't quote Jewel's lyrics because we all know them...) I don't like to compare one artist to another as each of the good ones is unique, but I would say that of all the songs written in the wake of Kurt Cobain's death (including Neil Young's "Sleeps With Angels" and Patti Smith's "About a Boy") none carries the emotional impact of Amen. So, I just know that, in time, the superficial view of Jewel's artistry will evolve into a more appreciative recognition that, along with a powerful angelic (which doesn't mean airy) voice, she's an exceptionally gifted and talented lyricist and tune-smith. Atz, Jewel's dad standing up for her on U.S. date (Beacon? Philadelphia show -- shorter, compared to Toronto over 2 hours) Debbie Harry, former lead singer of pop group Blondie now exploring Jazz and looking for closer feell has commented "oyu can't find intimacy over 7000The web of life, connected on the web. Every Day Angel (EDA) to one another as fragile flames. . "Its very hard to explain, because I do feel that Im a channel for music," she said. "I know that sounds a little New Age, perhaps. I know that Im a part of it, but it seems like music comes through us. Its not like, This is mine, Im responsible for it completely. Interconnectedness of beinggs, from Rare Earth to David Lee Roth end od find joy, it's nothin without love blues magoos to David Lee Roth (solo). from Paule Revere and the raiders, Soundgarden turns up the volume on Jewel's music, lettting her lyrics and poems speak most forcefully of the meaning of life and love. meditation on celebrity, magic and the soul Said singer/songwriter Rodney Crowell, one of the links in Harriss serendipitous chain: "There have been a few women who carried that cultural thing that happened in the 60s, where artists like Bob Dylan and John Lennon had that kind of mystique that the poetic artists carry. In a lot of ways, shes been one of the few women to really carry it. "In the 60s, women country singers did not own their intelligence or their integrity so much. Our society being what it is, women were kind of directed by men. And Emmy was kind of the first country artist to stand up with some sort of integrity and not be directed by men; she certainly collaborated with men, but she wasnt directed by them. Maybe the first feminist, in a way. She doesnt lead with that one thing." And although she writes infrequently, Crowell said, Emmylou Harris is a supreme artist. "In her way, even as an interpreter, shes a poet. Shes very sensitive in communications. She communicates with her songs, poetically. The songs she chooses, the language, the atmosphere. Its her vision." The artist, true to form, paints herself in more down-to-earth tones. "Its very hard to explain, because I do feel that Im a channel for music," she said. "I know that sounds a little New Age, perhaps. I know that Im a part of it, but it seems like music comes through us. Its not like, This is mine, Im responsible for it completely. "But its so much of who I am, and the way I express myself and how I see the world is wrapped up in music that I cant imagine who I would be without it." Date: Tue, 15 Apr 1997 18:19:23 -0400 (EDT) From: ABershaw@aol.com Subject: MrBB-Lovable Lawyer Larry at Mediadome Hi all, Our own Lovable Lawyer Larry from LA so eloquently discusses the EDA phenomenan at the end of the "fan sequence" at The Mediadome site. He said something that I think is incredibly accurate. I quote: "We all began as Jewel fans & then we became fans of each other" -L.G. 4/4/97 I couldn't agree more! :-) Alan(MrBB) the kookybaka angel Date: Tue, 18 Feb 1997 14:43:13 -0800 From: Victor Igor Wasylczenko Subject: NJC:Trip to LizStock The message that Liz posted announcing the party stayed in my inbox for weeks before I deleted it. A reminder appeared that was likewise saved and then deleted. I was going to coordinate a trip to the east coast with the date of the party. Again I deleted the message. Larry asked me if I had any interest in going and I told him I really wanted to go. Next day he calls me and said he booked a flight for both of us. OK Larry, I quess I'm going. I wanted to keep it a secret and I'll tell you why later. On Thursday, I took the Amtrak from Solona Beach to LA. Now it was too late to change my mind. I still couldn't give Kathy a good reason why I was going to a sweet sixteen party of a complete stranger that lived more than half way across the country from me. Why would a grown(old) man with children older than most of the people that were going to attend the party be so insane to do this? Many of you probably want an answer. Many of you already know that I'm nuts anyway. Here are some of the reasons. I have a very special bond to Liz that I needed her to know about. Back when JS was being organized, Liz had posted asking for a ride. Her letter said she was 15 years old. My immediate reaction was to post a warning to her and others about the dangers associated with that kind of post. I could see every pedaphile and pervert coming out of the woodwork and making this angel a victim. This was a short time after first joining back in May '96. At that time I was deathly afraid of writing. It was my greatest phobia. When I wrote that letter, I felt like a person jumping into a pool to save a drowning child and I didn't know how to swim. Now I'm a writing fool or as Kathy likes to say, "a foolish writer." It turned out that I was not the only one to post a warning or suggestion. It made me feel real good. I felt like an EDA. The other reason was a need to prove how devoted I was to the list and it's higher purpose. I have an almost spiritual feeling towards my faceless friends on the list. There was no question in my mind that this was going to be much more than a gathering. When ever I had any doubt, all I had to do is look at Larry. He has been floating since we first decided that we were going. For me, the meaning of being an EveryDay Angel, came alive on the train. Behind me were two chattering seventh graders. I couldn't help getting caught by their conversation. They sounded like seventh graders just as Liz sounds like a 15 year old. Just like Liz, they also sounded very bright and charming. That comment is meant in a good way. Liz never pretends to be something she is not. Both of them were riding without an adult and were on their way to see a divorced father. One only had to go to Anahiem and the other was going all the way to LA. As the conductor announced Fullerton as the next stop, the poor frightened girl realized she was two stops beyond where her father was waiting for her. The conductor gave her a note to give on the next train going south and told this little girl to get off at the next stop. That was it? I jumped into action. I asked him if he had any idea how dangarous this was to leave her at a strange dark platform with a worried parent having no idea where their child was. I told him I wouldn't let him do it without holding him personally responsible for anything that happened to her. He started to see the big picture I was drawing. He also saw the flames coming from my mouth and the steam from my ears. It really was a growl with a smile. He got on the radio and arranged for a safe escort. The other girl left on the train started taking to me. She asked me where I was going. I told her Toledo, Ohio for a strangers 16th birthday. She said she would be proud to have that happen to her. She said that girl must be very special. Boy was she right. Liz turned out to be more that just special. Everyone at LizStock turned out to be very special. More to come: Postcards from Toledo Igor >Silver Lining > Muffins on the toaster, I got my raspberry jam My grandfather was a sailor when he came unto this land >And he was looking for gold, >A pretty hand to hold >Or some cards to fold >At least that's what I was told >Silver lining, silver lining where'd you go? > >Turn on my TV, they got talking heads in space >It used to be so easy to have a little faith I used to rely on luck To earn an honest buck I didn't feel so stuck I didn't limp around like John Kruk > >Silver lining, silver lining where'd you go? > >I used to have hope >Now we've got soap on a rope. >I used to have dreams, >Now we've got overpaid baseball teams. >We got grocery baggers, >Graffitti taggers, >Golf ball shaggers, go team go! > >Silver lining, silver lining, where'd you go? > My landlord knocks upon my door, she's got that payday face I swear to God she should be paying me to live inside this place >is filled with sharks & fins >whose double chins say, >"Thicken your skin, child, if you wanna win." > >Silver lining, silver lining where'd you go? > >I fix myself some herbal tea 'cause it's healthier they say. >Well healthier ain't half as fun, I'll take a cold beer anyday. >I used to have dysfunctional fun >In the cancerous sun With my codependent hon >Eatin' greasy, greasy hot dogs on a buttered up bun. > >Silver lining, silver lining where'd you go? - -tim 'burkeman And the trip? It's nothing without love. ------------------------------ End of jewel-digest V2 #394 ***************************