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Date: Thu, 9 Jun 1994 03:02:22 -0500
From: de l`abattoir <del>
Subject: In the springtime... the female penguins return to the starving males.
this letter is a more a report of my week than anything else.
there are a couple of facts you may find of interest..
tues 31mar - drive to chicago, leave the car at martin's, fly, smoke,
drink, record the nice British Airlines relaxation tape,
see the nice documentary on emperor penguins (they ... head South)
wed 1jun - land, meet ed & his doting parents, unsuccessful attempt to locate
CS gas canisters at local kiddie party supply store.
find joe at the wellington, walk walk eat bad pizza, walk walk
attempting to find the sound shaft, meet a stumbling syd,
re-meet matt, make my presence known to the astonished
von dämmerungs, dance, sweat, drink, high scores at pinball,
accompay ed with my home on my back, walk at 4am past menacing cats
to the couch i will sleep on for the next 3 nights.
thu 2jun - sleep, eat, drink, sleep
fri 3jun - beautiful day! traverse london many times depositing
Vergiftung cassettes at unsuspecting record labels.
FINALLY find the Malt&Hops (not on pentonville road) and
play pinball with ed. no high scores.
sat 4jun - rain, wait outside the albert hall forever with others
for creation to deliver the magic undrugged envelopes.
the royal albert hall is BIG. the royal albert hall is boomy.
the royal albert hall is unsuited to bands playing acoustic
guitars. it is suited to bands with orchestras (as the boo
radleys had). improbably, joe and mr kelly have tickets located
very near to me. joe gets scolded by the red coats for using a flash.
joe puts his camera away but later braves a cigarette.
there are 14 or 18 bands, the JBC are about 6th. as they come
on, shouts of "YHET ABRIDGE" accosted them from around the auditorium.
alex green is not heard due to the over-burdened soundmen.
they play "She's On Drugs" then the next dozen groups hurry on and off.
good performaces by oasis, boo radleys and aurthur lee. ride are awful.
talk with alex green some then climb into one of 4 busses
which shuttle us to the after-gig party at the Forum.
marvel at the idiot on the unicycle and the DJs. dance, see paul
mulreany in the crowd, get brushed off by laurence "if you're not
female don't bother talking to me" o'keefe. escort horton jupiter
(the guy who sponsored the black eg show) home along with 8 others
he picked up for a party at his home. paid a stranger in big car
to deliver us at his door, since taxis refuse more than 4.
2 of the strangers are st. etienne, and i relish the opportunity
to tell them my displeasure with anything past their first album.
2 more of the strangers are japanese girls, one in a white bunny suit.
they proceed to do horton's dishes: "we like it be, how you say, tidy?"
no sleep until weellll past dawn.
sun 5jun - awaken in quickly approaching smelly rumpled clothes, peruse and
sample some of horton's marvellous record collection and his plastic
piano before leaving late in the day for northampton.
ride the hour to the city of fish where pat is thoughtfully at the
station to pick me up on a borrowed mountain bike. we walk to
Belgium have some Budvar, then to the home he shares with little jake
and kathie. lots of talk under the influence of alcohol, but i
vaguely remember stuff about computers and music. zzz.
mon 6jun - a sunday-like day without much walking! re-met crazy bob, and
dave ilmore (of indy racing-car fame) both of whom stopped by for
recreational conversation. took some gratuitous pictures of pat
and kathie in front of the LuvBus. pat was called upstairs by the
telephone - 5 minutes later he calls me up and tells me that
"dev from Musician Magazine would like to talk to you" "me?"
dev was doing an article on bands and the internet and he somehow
got wind of the jbc-list. look for it at a stand near you soon.
then out to an overhot pub with spittle rattle and shrike folk
and Death Cigarettes (really, thats their name). sleeplessly dubbed
some tapes until the taxi came to take me away.
tue 7jun - played the dupe in the "spot the tourist" game as i allowed the
euston tube escalator to attack my ankles. at heathrow, gawked at the
concorde and climbed on board the lowly 747.
the passenger next to me was czech. i threw what little czech
i knew at him. i started safe. "yees, kazak koureni means
`no smoking'", he says, smiling. when asked what "Yhet abridge" means,
he quietly tells me to enjoy my meal and ignores me the rest of
i needed the sleep anyway.