From: owner-mad-mission-digest@smoe.org (mad-mission-digest) To: mad-mission-digest@smoe.org Subject: mad-mission-digest V2 #345 Reply-To: mad-mission@smoe.org Sender: owner-mad-mission-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-mad-mission-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk * If you ever wish to unsubscribe, send an email to * mad-mission-digest-request@smoe.org * with ONLY the word unsubscribe in the body of the email * . * For the latest information on Patty's tour dates, go to: * http://www.spectra.net/~ducksoup/pattyg/patttyg.htm * OR * go to http://www.amrecords.com * then click "tour" and fill in the blanks :) * . * PLEASE :) when you reply to this digest to send a post TO the list, * change the subject to reflect what your post is about. A subject * of Re: mad-mission-digest V2 #xxx or the like gives readers no clue * as to what your message is about. mad-mission-digest Wednesday, November 11 1998 Volume 02 : Number 345 Today's Subjects: ----------------- MM: Re: mad-mission-digest V2 #344 [Aswallower@aol.com] MM: Patty in Austin [mysticalcrowe@webtv.net (steven thomson)] MM: TV show ["Perlman, Judith" ] MM: Patty in Austin [Rachel Samartin ] MM: New LA Radio [csoudah@calstatela.edu] MM: Foaming Mouths and Magic Patty Dust... [Joshua Lilley > Thanks to Sean for this info. I listened to the 35 minute interview/studio appearance and it was terrific........ Tim ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 11 Nov 1998 08:51:15 -0600 (CST) From: mysticalcrowe@webtv.net (steven thomson) Subject: MM: Patty in Austin Sorry to report in a little late, but it took me a while to come down from the Patty concert in Austin. I thought she was magnificent! I was standing in the back and didn't think it was loud at all. Don't know about the other two bands. I missed the first one and sat out in the lobby during Iodine's set. I do know that the singer couldn't carry a tune to save his life. His voice was like sandpaper. Patty was a different story. I enjoyed hearing every song off of "Flaming Red," as I adore the album. I would have liked to have heard more than "Mad Mission" and "Poor Man's House" off "Living With Ghosts,'' but I guess she played those songs for two years and would rather do the new stuff. I even liked Patty's band. With what I had been reading in MM, I thought they might overpower her, but Patty's voice rang out very clearly to me. And Patty seemed genuinely enthusiastic and happy to be playing in Austin. I had to park about two miles away from her instore thanks to a college football game going on nearby, but I enjoyed that set too, short as it was. I got a few gorgeous pictures of Patty. Last but not least, thanks to Josh and Ronda for organizing the pre-concert MM dinner. It was cool to converse with some true Patty fans. ----Steven Thomson ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 11 Nov 1998 10:05:17 -0500 From: "Perlman, Judith" Subject: MM: TV show Has anyone seen the TV show "Ballykissangel?" It's an Irish show about an English priest sent to a small Irish town. In NY it's on a public TV station, but I'm sure it's in other markets. The point is, there's a main character who reminds me so much of Patty: she has red hair, the same nose, and the same bone structure. And she's petite. They don't look like twins, but they look like the same physical type. The character's name is Assumpta. I'd be interested in other's people's opinions. ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 11 Nov 1998 09:41:30 -0600 From: Rachel Samartin Subject: MM: Patty in Austin Hi, i'm a new mad-missioner. Wow...Patty was such a goddess this past Saturday in Austin. I actually enjoyed her at Tower records more than the actual show that night. I was able to get right in front at Tower. She just has this angelic aura about her, 'ya know? Anyway, i did not enjoy the venue she played at...Texas Ballroom. I am a student at UT and would never think of having a concert in that big hall. Indigo Girls played about 4-5 years back here and i felt the same then. I was in the very last row of seats and was sitting next to Patty's keyboard player's good friend. Anyway, he told me that Iodine is the band that played with her on FR. I did not know that. I didn't enjoy the first band. I don't think he was a very strong performer, but who am i to judge:) I loved Iodine. I am into all sorts of different music and yes, punk is one of them. They really rocked! (the lead singer was so into one song, he fell back and knocked an amplifier down) I'm glad that that sound toured with Patty. I think that says a lot about Patty and her interests and her support for other fellow musicians (regardless of how loud they are)! Happy Day, Rachel ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 11 Nov 1998 08:17:39 -0800 From: csoudah@calstatela.edu Subject: MM: New LA Radio >>>>>>>To all those here in the radio-wasteland that is the LA area, and who remember KSCA and dj Nicole Sander (where I first heard Patty): Nicole is now on the *new* station, 103.1, calling itself *world class rock*.... I'm especially hoping that they will play Patty, since no other radio station, that I'm aware of, is playing her music. The mix faintly reminded of ole KSCA, and bears further listening....My *wiggly* fingers are crossed!>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> - ------------------------------- Vickie, I too first heard Patty on this little unknown station, way back when, until LA decided anything that isn't top 40 is not worth the time or money. Anybody who has lived here and appreciates good music knows that music has been dead for the last couple of years until they revived it again last month with 103.1. I haven't heard Patty yet, but I'm sure our phone calls will influence the rotations. Patty also did a live music session in the studio a couple of years ago with DJ Nicole and with any luck she'll return now that there is a place for her. I'm excited too and it's nice to know there are others out there hoping for a radio station to finally work in this town. Anyone can listen at www.channel1031.com They could use the support.... Carol ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 11 Nov 1998 16:08:00 -0500 (CDT) From: Joshua Lilley Subject: MM: Foaming Mouths and Magic Patty Dust... (Come on...read the whole thing. Its not like you were actually WORKING anyhow....especially YOU, Ronda) Everybody, Its November 7th, Patty's homecoming day to Austin. I wake late in San Marcos, and prepare in haste for her 2:00pm scheduled performance at Tower Records, in Austin. The first order of business is to put on my shirt, which I made the night before. It reads, "Its a Mad Mad Mission..." on the front and on the back, sprawled from one shoulder to the other, I have "SIGN ME UP". Its amazing the things you can do with your iron and a trip to Hobby Lobby. Cheap, Cheap, Cheap. Frantically spinning through my CD turntable I find Flaming Red and Living With Ghosts. I turn to find the jewel cases they belong in. I grab my keys, my hat I place on my damp, just showered head, my sun-glasses slide into my shirt pocket, to my pants goes my wallet, and as a last minute after-thought, I grab my Solid Cedar Top Natural-Finish Seagull 12 string guitar, with EQ and whatnot...thinking maybe, just maybe,...I could get Patty to sign it, ensuring eternal serendipity would be bestowed upon me. But, of course, as I drive north towards Austin, my mind cannot focus on the road. The drive passes effortlessly as I begin to think of all the wonderful things that are going to happen. I will see Patty sing in a small store. I will get her to sign my CDs and possibly my guitar. I will go to eat dinner with a bunch of strangers who I've no assurance are sane. I will show them my shirt. I will spend too much money on food and drink. I will never find parking. I will see Patty again, after sitting through horrible opening acts. Did I mention the part about the strangers and dinner? Okay, good,cause that part is freaking me out at this time. Eventually, my mind's lucidity comes back home as I wake to find that I am ass-deep in UT versus Oklahoma State University traffic. Oh, and I didn't mention that it is has been pissing rain all morning in the cloudy over-cast central Texas area. And my traffic experience is making me worry about missing my fiery red headed siren. As my road rage boils, I wish I had a bazooka, and I feel like Tim Roth's girlfriend in the opening sequence of Pulp Fiction...I swallow my medication. But, I prevail, making it in time not only for Patty's intimate and, for me, far more exciting performance at Tower Records, but to also be the first one there to wait. The rains, I suppose, held many back from coming to see our diminutive and beautiful Mad Mission raison d'etre. I expected more...hmmm...strange... I move curiously through the fast encroaching crowd of thirty, maybe forty, eyeing with suspicion one leatherjacket-clad, slightly balding man, who holds a camera bag and who foams at the mouth. Well, he doesn't really foam at the mouth, but he is visually excited to await Patty's appearance. I suspect this gentleman to be a Mad Missioner, so, fearing little, and feeling my medication kicking in, I begin to approach him. I wonder if he is Jeff Dunham, with whom I am suppose to dine later in the evening... "Jeff?" I ask. "Yeah?" Jeff replies. "Hi. I'm Josh from the list........" We chat. Soon, Patty is seen in the neighboring aisle, ready to take the cramped and tiny stage at Tower. For quite a time her techs have been scurrying around like weasels (I'm serious, one guy reminds me of a big ol' weasel...Actually, most of her band and techs reminded me of weasels. Especially the funny bass player. She's got this one ferret-y-looking guy too, but I digress) preparing the sound, instruments, speakers. I study the crowd. Are there more Mad Missioners around, I wonder to myself. Where is that Mimi lady, and I wonder what Steve looks like. "He probably foams at the mouth too, just like Jeff" I utter absent mindedly. "Excuse me? What did you say?" Jeff inquires, staring puzzlingly at me. "Oh, um...I said, Gee, isn't the weather awful?"...pulling one from my ass real quick like. I make a note to myself to think less about foaming mouths. Patty is introduced and then that crazy red hair takes the stage. I think solely, "She is sooooooooo cute!" Patty sings. She blows me away. I am within ten feet of her. I find myself gazing into her eyes, watching her as any fan would, but I become nervous when our eyes meet, and I withdraw my gaze. I freak out and stare at the drummer or bassist. I think of weasels. The store seems suddenly packed, and I notice one very collegiate looking Fraternal Brother dialing up his cell-phone. He says to the guy on the other end, "Hey, Chip Chesterton the Third, have a listen to this....." as he holds the phone up to share Patty's vocal virtuousity with his unfortunate pal. I think, Man...it must suck to be at work, and I thank God silently for Welfare. "Change" is played. "Wiggley Fingers" is played. Patty hits the mark on the last note. Mayhem ensues. "Tony" is intensely hammered into my chest via the speakers not but four paces away from me. "Go Now" drifts blissfully out the doors and onto The Drag (Guadalupe street, FYI). Thousands of UT fans abandon their trek towards the game and linger in the streets. And she ends with the much-lauded Ann Peobles(?) cover. There is a mother who has brought her two daughters, maybe six and the other 8 years old, to see and hear Patty. I judge this mother to be bright and wise. I know she understands the importance of giving her children a religious upbringing. I am comforted and feel for a brief moment secure about our nation's future. It is now 2:30pm, Jeff informs me. The concert at Tower is over. Now is the time for autographs. Butterflies in my stomach. The line is moving quickly, I think to myself. I WILL have time to get Patty to sign my guitar. I share my excitement with Jeff, who is busy looking for Jay Joyce. Jeff wants to pick Patty's producer's brain. The line proceeds. The pace is so quick. My heart has less and less time to settle before I meet her. I feel peaceful, but urgent, like when you wake up in the morning and feel tranquil in your half-sleep state but you need to peeeeee. I feel like nervous. I take some more medication. Patty is very nice. She seems nervous herself. Shy. She smiles. You MUST see her smile in person before you die. Incredibly charming and beautiful smile...yessirreeee. I stumble with my words, but she is amused and signs my Flaming Red cover, and another picture i have of her, for a friend. And then, noticing the line's length, I ask if I go back to the end of the line, could she be nice enough to sign my guitar after I go and get it from my car. Her look is half flattered, half "Are you SURE you want my signature permanently marked on your guitar?" As sure as I am that your band looks like weasels, I think to myself. Jeff and I sprint to my car. We grab the guitar. We head back. I am overly elated. Patty Griffin is about to sign my guitar! Do you understand how cool that is. One of these days when I am on stage somewhere playing for people I'm gonna be in between songs and some body will ask me whose signature that is on my guitar, and I'll be like, "Oh.. That is the signature of the fiery red headed siren, Patty Griffin. The diminutive and beautiful Mad Mission raison d'etre! Isn't it cool?" And they will all agree in awe. That will be quite nice. When I get out of prison I'll have to realize those dreams... Back in the store...the line has all but died. The weasels are browsing, the guitars and equipment are all packed. Someone has wiped up Jeff's mouth foam from the floor. I bust out my guitar, present it to Patty, and there and then she signs it. Might I add that Patty's signature is very nice. LEGIBLE!!!!!! Nothing about it makes me think of weasels...this is good. So...I can die happy now. Jeff gets a shot of Patty and me holding my guitar. Later, we realize that it will not come out as it was out of focus...but...it will be allright. The crowning moment was realizing that she had held my baby, my Seagull, and that now each time I hold it, there will be a tiny piece of Patty with me. Actually, millions of tiny peices of her. Cause at every moment your body is losing and replacing skin cells and the old drop off and float away or become dust. So, I've got Patty dust on my guitar. Kinda sick if you think hard about it, but I try not to. I just take my medication instead. Patty dust...oh, the world should be so lucky... As we bid farewell to our lady of the day the drizzle decides to return. Jeff and I chat as we walk slowly back to he parking lot where my car rests. We talk of photos, of music, of guitars, of the evenings dinner plans. It is nice. You can understand Jeff much more when he is not foaming. I think that the day will be great. Just then, as we turn the corner towards my car, we were suddenly confronted by a band of Rabid Ninja's who wore all purple and demanded my autographed guitar. The spoke in Japanese, but Jeff, being poly-lingual, clearly understands them as they prophesize about my guitar's significance to the Web of Five Rings, an ancient mystical force from which Patty's life source was spawned. Apparently they are on a do or die mission of Lazlo to secure the guitar and return it to Quixoertaratee, the helm of the Bevo. Over my dead body, you Rabid Ninja's, I mutter. Jeff seconds my sentiments. Then, he draws from his camera bag a long sharp samurai sword with which he begins to serve a big ol' plate of Whoop Ass on the ninja's. I wonder where he got the samurai sword, but then remember he is a personal chef. It all makes sense. Things look desperate for awhile. Jeff may be a Samurai, but this was a BAND of Rabid Ninja's...not just one or two. Concerned, I try to figure out what to do. How can I help Jeff and save my guitar from certain death?... Then, suddenly, I realize what it is that I must do. I run back into Tower Records, sprint to the ROCK section, grab a CD and run back out. I sprint past the ninja's and jeff, who is busy dicing one and lambasting another, and I open the CD and crank up my stereo. As the opening song from Iodine's album begins to roar, my windows explode, birds fall from the sky, Oklahoma State University fumbles the ball, and the Rabid Ninjas turn to dust. Jeff is saved. I place my guitar in the trunk. We go get a beer. Just seeing if you were paying attention. Maybe I'll right about the concert tomorrow... A loyal Patty Fan....Joshua Kevin Lilley ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 11 Nov 1998 17:52:01 EST From: UMCaner74@aol.com Subject: Re: MM: Foaming Mouths and Magic Patty Dust... Joshua, WOW...that was a treat..great wonderful story! Are you a journalism major?? Anyway, I agree that everyone should be fortunate enough to be graced with Patty's smile at least once in their life. It is truly one of the most beautiful and peaceful things I've ever seen. I too, got that anxious feeling and had to look away when she looked into my eyes. The fact that I couldn't breathe or speak in complete sentences seemed to amuse her...what is it about her?? I had met her once before maybe a year and 1/2 ago, and even though she was very pleasant, and adorable, she didn't have THIS effect on me then..I spoke to her easily and I was actually proud of how well I did considering how much I loved her. Something has changed since the 1st time I met her. Maybe it's her, or maybe it's the way I look up to her. It's like she is this superhuman angel or something. When she smiles at you and looks you in the eye..there aren't even words to explain that. When she put her arm around me for our picture I could barely even smile, and instead of putting my arm around her..I just stood there and smiled like I was about to pass out..Which I probably was..I just don't get it. She's so pleasant and does nothing to make you feel uncomfortable in any way. Maybe that's exactly it, she not only meets our high expectations of her, but exceeds them by how adorable and how lovely she is with all of her fans. Anyway, I'm going to stop now before someone starts to think I'm Obsessed!! Dave ------------------------------ End of mad-mission-digest V2 #345 *********************************