From: owner-ammf-digest@smoe.org (alt.music.moxy-fruvous digest) To: ammf-digest@smoe.org Subject: alt.music.moxy-fruvous digest V1 #963 Reply-To: ammf@fruvous.com Sender: owner-ammf-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-ammf-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk alt.music.moxy-fruvous digest Thursday, November 5 1998 Volume 01 : Number 963 Today's Subjects: ----------------- 11/7 Buffalo Show: **21+** [Josh Woodward ] Re: TOUR UPDATES ["A.J. LoCicero" ] Re: 11/7 Buffalo Show: **21+** [kdsinthhal@aol.comatose (KdsInThHal)] Re: Hail Americans! [VJohnson ] Re: 11/7 Buffalo Show: **21+** [joshw@bgnet.bgsu.edu (Josh Woodward)] Re: A Noho review [drea1@my-dejanews.com] Review of sorts... (long and strange) [Richard Butterworth Subject: 11/7 Buffalo Show: **21+** Bad news, all. I confirmed that the second show in Buffalo is in fact 21+, but also that FDC is wrong about the getting in with an over-21 person. She said the door man is very strict about this. :-( If this affects your travel plans, feel free to call the Tralf (716-851-8725) and make yourself heard. For those of us who are over 21+, make sure you buy lots of drinks and tip nicely on the all-ages show to prove to them that they will turn a profit even with the youngsters! Perhaps they'll reconsider. With that said, hope to see everyone there! - ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Josh Woodward, CheEsy Fru. joshw@mail.bgsu.edu Web Site and Tape List: http://www.dc-adnet.com/joshw/ "You can't prearrange all these hopes that may change on a dime, Just give yourself time." -- Jian, Moxy Fruvous ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 05 Nov 1998 17:19:10 GMT From: "A.J. LoCicero" Subject: Re: TOUR UPDATES Jude (who is an AMAZING woman) on behalf of Moxy Fruvous wrote: > > hello friendly fruheads! > > just a note. the rivoli was also 19+, so this is not a new piece of > information! i wish there was a suitable venue for all ages. > > jude > > (ducking her head in attempt to avoid flames...) Ok, I have an idea. /+batcave_effect/ Let's all just imagine that all the under-19 people and a few of their over-19 friends post long eloquent, fairly compelling arguments about why age-limited shows (especially on frucon weekend) are totally unjustified and unfair, and then that many of us old farts (who have already suffered through the dissapointments of youth) post replies about how we feel their pain, but that this is the way of the world at the end of the twentieth century, and that really these venues can't be expected to risk their liquor licences even though there is a good argument for why minors should be admitted. Then there will be some talk of ways to sneak in, and of parental acompanyment schemes until someone posts an uncarefully worded message about how he/she is glad that there are some shows just for adults, at which point a firestorm erupts that occupies that channel for 3 weeks and pisses everyone off. /-batcave_effect/ There, wasn't that easier than real life? Returning you to your regular newsgroup, A.J. - -- Q: How many art directors does it take to screw in a light bulb? A: Oooooh, Does it HAVE to be a light bulb? _____ _ / ____(_) | | _ ___ ___ _ __ ___ | | | |/ __/ _ \ '__/ _ \ | |____| | (_| __/ | | (_) | \_____|_|\___\___|_| \___/ @wwnet.com ICQ#: 13117113 ------------------------------ Date: 5 Nov 1998 17:57:52 GMT From: kdsinthhal@aol.comatose (KdsInThHal) Subject: Re: 11/7 Buffalo Show: **21+** >She said the door man is very strict about this. :-( If this affects your >travel plans, feel free to call the Tralf (716-851-8725) and make yourself >heard. For those of us who are over 21+, make sure you buy lots of drinks weird.. i'm 17, and i saw they might be giants at the tralf earlier in the year. my ticket said "18 and over" and i wasn't even questioned. lava.home.ml.org linnellgirl@tmbg.org "i'm writing 'young and gifted' in my autobiography, i figured who would know better than me? i'm certainly the former but i'm not so much the latter, but no one's gonna read it, so i'm sure it doesn't matter" - sloan ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 05 Nov 1998 12:39:13 -0500 From: VJohnson Subject: Re: Hail Americans! Nicole wrote: >>I heard that Maine either elected or kept an Independent governor. That's kind of cool! I wonder how many non-Republican or Democrat governors there are?<< There are only two non-Republican or Democratic governors now in the United States--the Maine Independent governor who was re-elected, and now Jesse Ventura in Minnesota. Leave it to those Minnesotans--always doing something unusual politically!! A co-worker turned to me yesterday and said, "you come from a very weird place". But we Minnesotans glory in free-thinking, which is why the arts scene there is sooo prevalent and interesting, and why the funding for arts support by the government and private donors is one of the largest in the US. Best, Victorria ------------------------------ Date: 5 Nov 1998 18:10:57 GMT From: joshw@bgnet.bgsu.edu (Josh Woodward) Subject: Re: 11/7 Buffalo Show: **21+** KdsInThHal (kdsinthhal@aol.comatose) wrote: : weird.. i'm 17, and i saw they might be giants at the tralf earlier in the : year. my ticket said "18 and over" and i wasn't even questioned. Typically on 18+ shows, most venues don't really care if the underagers slip in. As far as I know, there's no legal obligation to make this age restriction, and venues just do it to keep "those pesky kids" out of the venue (those aren't my sentiments, btw). Usually if you just tell them you're under 21 when they ask for ID, they'll mark your hands and call it a day. Shows with 21+ age restrictions are a bit different because bartenders blindly assume that anyone in the venue is old enough to drink. Therefore those who aren't have to be carefully guarded against in fear of losing their liquor license. :-( - ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Josh Woodward, CheEsy Fru. joshw@mail.bgsu.edu Web Site and Tape List: http://www.dc-adnet.com/joshw/ "You can't prearrange all these hopes that may change on a dime, Just give yourself time." -- Jian, Moxy Fruvous ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 05 Nov 1998 18:34:24 GMT From: drea1@my-dejanews.com Subject: Re: A Noho review > > There are too many > > FruHeads, like me, that are short!!! > > You're short?!!? For a tree perhaps. Don't tell me you *were* wearing > stilts after all. I have to agree with Richard here, as I distinctly remember looking *up* at *both* Chads (waaaaaaay up for Chad M. *lol*)...and at 5'10", I'm not that short myself ;> If he was wearing stilts, he hid them *really* well *lol* Great to have you back and posting Richard :) Drea P.S. After the Sat show I discovered that there were just as many, if not more, Andreas than Cchhaadds at that show... beware, we're quietly taking over! (If we ever catch up to the Chrises...;>) "All these years of eating grilled cheese and it *means* something dammit!" - - Chrissy - -----------== Posted via Deja News, The Discussion Network ==---------- http://www.dejanews.com/ Search, Read, Discuss, or Start Your Own ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 05 Nov 1998 19:06:44 +0000 From: Richard Butterworth Subject: Review of sorts... (long and strange) Okay so I thought I'd settled back into normality again. Then I read cee and Chad's reviews and I'm 3500 miles away from my desk again. So I'll give up the pretence of doing any work, put Ani Difranco on the CD player and regail you all with my memories. To me music is never without context, memory and associations. So I'll try and explain some of the emotions that were flooding about my head last weekend. This may finish up sounding very ego-centric. Its not meant to. Or maybe it is. I wouldn't write it out if I didn't want you all to listen to me I suppose. Firstly, a completely fictionalised account of my travels in the Canadian rockies, New England and upstate New York is currently being written up and will appear with photos on the web shortly. So I'll not bother you with that, other than to give credit where credit is due: Laurie, Susan and Amy who showed me around Buffalo and Nancy and family who fed me and let me sleep in their spare bed, even after I'd played mandolin at them. Thank you! On the other hand I'd just like to say fk off to that miserable witch at Calgary airport customs who made me feel really welcome after travelling for 22 hours. Grr. Right, so here's the thing. I set out to go to a continent I'd never visited before to meet people I'd never met before. Most things you plan to do in life you have a feeling for what its going to be like, before you do it. Not so this trip. I was never much of a traveller; too poverty stricken as a student and too much of a cowerd. I had no idea what I was letting myself in for. From meeting you all to driving on the right hand side of the road, it was all going to be completely new. Actually it wasn't as much of leap in the dark as it might have been. Laurie and Craig had toured round Britain earlier this summer and we'd met up in London. It was strange to realise I'd only ever *read* words like `cee' and `Zard' and had never heard them *spoken* until talking to Laurie and Craig. I rang up my mum and said `I'm off to America for three weeks, visiting people I've not met before.' and being my mum she said `Oh alright then dear, ring us when you get back.' I then rang a University friend Phil who said `You're doing WHAT? Are you mad? You'll be murdered without a doubt.' Phil was always my surrogate mother. I set out on a Monday morning, shut my front door, said `Can't believe I'm doing this.' Three weeks later I retuned, shut the door and said `Can't believe I just did that.' Okay, so the associations I hold for Fruvous: I first came across Fruvous four years ago when I was doing a PhD and arseing about doing some music journalism in my spare time. This was not a happy time in my life for a million nasty reasons that I'll not drag out of my subconcious now. Bargainville and Wood shone out of the pretentious, talentless Brit-pop bollocks that I had to wade through as a music journalist. And those albums and the Fruvous gigs I saw at the time stood out as things I could point at afterwards and say `That was good. I enjoyed that in spite of what was going on in the rest of my life.' In particular I remember standing at the bar in the Old Vic in Nottingham, listening to Stuck in the 90s and it hit me that in fact soon *I'd* be 30. I'd always known that soon I'd be 30, but that was the first time that I'd felt it and believed it and begun to face it. There are albums that I associate with that time that I just can't listen to now, but once I escaped the twin evils of PhD and music journalism and moved to London I made a special effort to reclaim Bargainville and Wood as good-time albums and associate them with the new improved happy-Richard-life that I found in London. Stood in the Paradise in Boston I suddenly realised that although I'd reclaimed the albums I'd not reclaimed a Fruvous live show. So what had changed in three years? Er, less hair on stage for one thing, but the humour, the joi-de-vivre was still there as was the honesty. As Jian went into political rant before Stuck in the 90s you knew that was heartfelt, and you knew it was true. That what is going on with the Starr inquiry is a revolting travesty as is Clinton's shallow pretense at liberalism. But who bothers to say this in the press? All too fascinated by cigars apparently. And the music! Utterly tight and confident inspite of the tech problems that night. They make it look soooo easy. And anyone who has grasped a musical instrument and stood in front of a room full of expectant faces will tell you, its not easy. Its very scary. And you can dance to it too! And laugh, and think, and cry which I think just about everyone I spoke to had finished up doing by the end of the weekend. What more can you ask of four blokes and some musical instruments? But in the Paradise I realised that PhD memories were being triggered by the show, especially Green Eggs and Ham which I'd not heard for years. An irritable bad mood floated about my head inspite of everything. That's what spending three years of your life writing a PhD thesis in a shed in a car park can do for you. Anyway... The Drinking Song: suddenly I found myself grabbed from all sides, arms around me happily swaying and singing. Didn't expect that. When I saw them in Britain we all happily chorused along, but arms around complete strangers? Never. Its Against The Law. We would Rather Die. Flame proof suit on to mention that actually until Thursday I'd never much rated The Drinking Song. Now I know why you all love it, and I do too. :) Cee seems to think for some strange reason that I'm too graceful to mention the after show events. Which I am. But what an ego boost. :) So we trooped back to Frucasa for the aftershow post mortem. Chris O pointed out lots of technical thingies that had gone wrong which I never even noticed. My only comment as I battled with exhaustion and that PhD mood was that the show was `superb', which caused much amusement. Not sure why. Cee, bless her, seemed to take vast amusement whenever I uttered a word that was remotely gutteral. A comedian I saw once said she was heckled by Americans, she rejoined with some anti-American comment and they shouted `Don't pAYTronize us.' `No, actually that's pATronise in English.' she said. If cee ever does get over here my linguistic revenge will be terrible to behold, I can tell you. Next day, meeting you all in Noho. I'd been through this before, meeting people who `know' me from what I've written or drawn, but not actually met me face to face, but never quite on this scale. I remember a party when I was a student and someone rushed up to me and said `You're Richard, I've seen your cartoons in the student newspaper and I think you're really funny. Say something funny.' Expectant face staring right at me. `Um. Do you know where the fridge is? My beer's getting warm.' I said pathetically. Massive disappointment on face. Was this going to be the same? But multiplied by 150? Well, you all hid your disappointment well if it was. :) I don't know if you get those moments where you catch yourself, what you're doing, and an internal voice says `What the fk is going on? Look at yourself.' (Except my internal voice doesn't bleep itself.) So there I was 3500 miles from home in a street I'd never set foot on before, and loads of freindly faces knew me and said hello, yet I walk down the street I live in and I'm anonymous. My internal voice had a megaphone. `This is wierd. This is fking wierd and wonderful. Remember this, you'll never experience this again.' The looks on the faces of the locals as they overheard `Its Richard from England' was a picture. Sort of surprised, but with a faint touch of `My god, you're obssessed. You must be sad.' Or maybe I'm paranoid. Well, if this is sad I don't want happy. So after the PhD mood that had caught me after the Boston show, I steeled myself against any nasty memories that might get generated at Noho. Just as long as they don't play Fell in Love I thought. Hmmmmpth. So I can write a three volume novel of more than the usual revolting sentimentality about my associations to Fell in Love. And I'm not doing it now. Just imagine a story about being in love with someone who doesn't love you while someone else loves you who you really like and respect, but you're not in love with them, but you know what they're going through because you're going through it yourself and you feel so sorry for them. Got it? Right, times that by ten and that's about the sort of thing I associate with Fell in Love. Actually I dealt with it quite well I thought. Probably the wonderful emotions that packed the Iron Horse just before the song was played were enough to stop me getting all morbid about and self-obssessed about it. Dave seemed to go all wavey, as if viewed through water during the song though. I wonder why. Okay, that's enough for now, that's my afternoon gone. And I didn't even got onto the llamas. (Yes Bill, I had seen llamas before, but, strangely, never in a field in Vermont before). Actually no, that's not enough. On the Sunday after it was all over I drove back to Boston to fly home and on the way I stopped at Frucasa to pick up the journal I'd accidentally left there. As I left Chris and Vika gave me a shaker egg that Fruvous apparently used at Frucon as a momento. I put it my pocket and battled through the waking nightmare of Boston traffic, left the hire car, struggled with all my luggage into the airport, faffed about with the ticketing and passports, and eventually flopped exhausted into my plane seat. As I did so the shaker egg rattled in my pocket and reminded me how lucky I am to have met you all. Tinkerty tonk Richard PS. On rereading this it sounded a bit downbeat. It wasn't meant to. Any negative emotions I felt were completely overriden and outweighed by the positive. :o) See? I'm smiling! ------------------------------ End of alt.music.moxy-fruvous digest V1 #963 ********************************************