Steve Emmerson wrote:
<<The 60's bands Small Faces,Creation etc were going along fine till all
this soul stepped in..>>
Hmm, that's funny, cos they ALL site soul bands as influences on their
music. Do you honestly think that "mod" music came AFTER soul music
historically?
<<PS I would unsubscribe from this list if I knew how to cos it
basically is very very boring..>>
Well, if it's soooo boring, try contributing something useful, other
than your OH SO interesting personal opinions about "MOD" music. And
you might have an easier time unsubbing if you had your wits about
you...i've unsubbed from this list at LEAST 3 times...it really isn't
all that difficult.
haha
m
>
> Cheers to all Steve (the Mod ish Boy)
> ----- Original Message -----
> From: Jason Tinkey <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
> To: <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
> Sent: Wednesday, August 23, 2000 12:00 AM
> Subject: FW: Missing: One Funk Motor. Last seen somewhere on the East
> side.
>
>
> > One more list to go y'all.
> >
> > -----Original Message-----
> > From: Jason Tinkey [mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED]]
> > Sent: Tuesday, August 22, 2000 3:55 PM
> > To: '[EMAIL PROTECTED]'
> > Subject: Missing: One Funk Motor. Last seen somewhere on the East side.
> >
> >
> > My ultra-amazing recap of Chicago is about to commence. It's quite long.
> And
> > remember, smoking is not permitted on CTA property.
> >
> > Wednesday, August 16, 2000:
> > My journey begins on a bit of a sour note. My flight leaves at 5:55am,
> > and
> > the few minutes between when we get to the airport and my plane takes
> > off
> > are the last few minutes that I'll see of my girlfriend until Christmas.
> > Terrific. We had stayed up all night (quiet in the peanut gallery,
> > please)
> > because we both had to be at the airport quite early. Anyhow, so off I
> > go
> to
> > Chicago via Phoenix. I finally arrive in the city after one of the most
> > boring flights ever. Can somebody tell God to put something in the
> > Midwest
> > for air travelers to look at, please? Fuck. After arriving at O'Hare,
> > I'm
> > greeted by Ben, who schleps me onto a train and off to his apartment.
> After
> > a little r&r, we head out to eat, where I partook of what were quite
> > possibly the hottest (as in spicy) buffalo wings ever put on this earth.
> > Then it was time to meet Jason & Margaux, and we all went out to the
> > final
> > soul night at Danny's at Misa's behest. There we met up with Laura K &
> > the
> > aforementioned Misa, and drinks were plentiful. I even was able to
> > partake
> > in Bill Luther's famous Old Speckled Hen, what a treat. As the night
> > progressed, a bit of drunkeness was attained, a Portland v. Chicago
> > debate
> > ensued (I forgot who won) and then Laura, Ben & I (heretofore
> > collectively
> > known as "The Window Paynes") hit some other bar, where we convinced a
> > drunken sound engineer that we were a major-label erotic-psych band from
> > Jacksonville, Florida. Nice way to end an evening.
> >
> > Thursday, August 17, 2000:
> > The day...I completely forgot. Eventually, we got to the Club Foot for
> > the
> > first official night of festivities. The decor included some rather
> > impressive pieces of pop culture ephemera, but that didn't matter much.
> The
> > free drinks I was getting were much more important to me. After fucking
> > around on the decks for a little while, Ben & Aret started off DJing as
> > people arrived, then I went on...shortly after starting, however, I
> > jumped
> > out of the booth to greet the arrival of James Holden & the lovely Miss
> > Vanya. I'm not sure how my set went, but a couple people said it was
> really
> > good. Cool. I really don't remember. After purchasing some chicken
> > tamales
> > from some random guy (FYI-they were delish), it was back to Ben's for an
> > impromptu drunken, stoned blues jam where Senor Holden seems to have
> > been
> > possessed by Lightnin' Hopkins...must be something in the Chicago water.
> >
> > Friday, August 18, 2000:
> > During the daytime we basically spent several hours walking around
> shopping
> > and socializing. At night, after Jessika & Estelle's arrival, it was
> > time
> to
> > go back to the Club Foot to see Brian & Barry spin, and to get
> > piss-drunk
> > again. I think that by this time the lack of sleep must've been catching
> up
> > to me, because my memory's starting to get a bit hazy. I do recall
> > meeting
> > me some Davy Love. He really exists...I've had my doubts. Eamon &
> > Shannon
> > finally I seem to remember dancing, drinking & smoking...hm...beyond
> > that...it was back to Ben's for yet another musical interlude, this one
> much
> > expanded, with James stomping on the floor like a maniac. Bed soon
> beckoned.
> >
> > Saturday, August 19, 2000:
> > Spent the day with Ben, Jessika & Estelle. Went up to the 96th floor of
> the
> > John Hancock building for $6 beers. Looked at the lake for about a
> > minute.
> > Ate some damned good Indian food, then off to get ready. Showed up at
> > the
> > gallery, then, as Jessika mentioned, she had to keep me from buying
> > Three
> > Stooges brand beer. We did manage to get a good bit of a bar going
> > before
> > the rest of the kids arrived up in our ultra-exclusive VIP loft. Only
> > the
> > coolest fifty people were allowed up. Beers just kept pouring themselves
> > down my throat until, before I knew it, I was downstairs, -enjoying- a
> > ska
> > band! After the bands finished, most of the fun lie in watching people
> > dance, rather than dance myself. I did show off my new patented move,
> > the
> > "Tinkey Sizzle Swizzle", until it caused me to fall on my ass. People
> > were
> > rolling around, with their pants down, just being good old-fashioned
> > drunkards. I loved it. When we finally went home, I was ready to crash,
> but
> > Ben's roommates' party was still going strong. So it was off with Eamon
> > &
> > Shannon to the Green Mill for some Hammond action. We were sitting right
> in
> > front of the stage, close enough so I could see the Leslie rotating.
> > Beautiful. Apart from the hippie sax player who thought he was Ornette
> > Coleman, the band was damned good, even the other sax guy who looked
> > like
> > Bun E. Carlos from Cheap Trick. After catching the band's last set, it
> > was
> > time for sleepin'.
> >
> > Sunday, August 20, 2000:
> > Started off having breakfast with Ben, Jessika & James. Went back to
> > Ben's
> > to fetch Estelle and dashed out (literally) to Midway to see them off.
> Their
> > flight was delayed. This would become a recurring theme. Went back to
> Ben's
> > again so I could finish packing, and after a couple of beers, it was off
> to
> > O'Hare. Ben saw me off, then I ran down to catch a 9:45pm flight to Las
> > Vegas. I arrived there around midnight, and proceeded to eat a bunch of
> > really nasty Taco Bell food way too fast (hey, it was my only option),
> then
> > ran to my gate only to discover that my flight was coming in at another
> > terminal. So, I run, run, run as fast as my little legs would take me to
> > catch my 12:52 flight, but when I get there, it hadn't even arrived from
> > Detroit yet. Once it did, it took forever, for a variety of reasons: 1.)
> > Some woman went into labor on the plane and had to be wheeled out on a
> > stretcher. 2.) A flight attendant lost her watch. 3.) They couldn't find
> the
> > pilots!? 4.) Some guy left his ticket on the plane. 5.) A bunch of
> > people
> > missed their connecting flights, causing them to be in foul moods (One
> > of
> > them decided to take it out on me, but I wasn't hearing it...I yelled at
> her
> > and almost made her cry by calling her a "stupid fucking whore"...what
> > can
> I
> > say, it was late, I was tired and needed a shower.) I eventually got out
> of
> > Vegas, got a couple hours of sorely-needed sleep, and got into Portland
> > a
> > little after 4:30am. After bickering with a Ukrainian cab driver for a
> > while, I eventually talked him into taking me home off the meter, since
> > I
> > only had $12 left. I immediately fell asleep and woke up around 3 that
> > afternoon. I was supposed to have been at work at 9. Oops.
> >
> > In summation, I had me a fucking blast. I'd like to say hello & thanks
> > to
> > everybody that I met, everybody was so fucking awesome and accomodating,
> > I'll definitely be back again.
> >
> > SMART! Chicago
> > http://www.geocities.com/smartsixsix/
> > www.tightenupchicago.com
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