Greetings Mike - In the hopes that I might really 'stir some shit' = here is
my final take on the 'E' woman.
In your message dated 2/15/01 1:40:16 PM, you write: << The only response to
this piece of shit is that you know, in time, she may have as much impact on
music as Joni Mitchell. >>
* I'm not sure if you are referring to me as a piece of shit, or to my
pointed and accurate opinion of Enya? Either way, I respect your opinion. I
am everyday, in order that I remain healthy, reduced to a piece of shit - as
are we all - BUT - before your 'wild fantasy' that Enya might ever hope to
have any lasting impact on music to ever happen - Enya must first begin to
actually write and perform some 'music' - not these ridiculously dense,
pretentiously ambiguous 'jingles' for the "pastliferegressionin' /
angelbelievin' / ShirleyMacLainereadin'" yogurt and wheat grass crowd. (its a
shame what happened to a wonderful dancer and fine comedic actress)
You also write: << She's only been out there since the mid 80's and already
has about 5 or 6 quality albums out. >>
* Well - she is certainly 'out there' - but the only thing quality about
Enya's albums is the packaging. As an artist and graphic designer I give
credit to the packaging - but a turd in pretty paper, no matter how pretty,
is still a turd.
You also wrote: << If one does take time to go past the beautiful music, they
will hear lyrics that do have balls. >>
* That's just it - no one with any depth of musical sensibility - can
ENDURE the experience of struggling to get past the (I'll be exceedingly
charitable and use your term) "beautiful music' - (beautiful maybe if you're
a Montovani or Yanni fan). Mike, Enya gets played at my house, my wife
really likes her. (see how tolerant I am) I have read the lyrics printed on
Enya's CD's for the sole purpose of trying to discover what attracts my wife.
If one were to toss out the hopelessly syrupy MUZAK accompaniment - the
lyrics would still be very very BAD, trite, and dimensionless juvenile
poetry! My god - if Enya really does have something to say - she should take
a lesson from Joni and just friggin' say it - spit it out! Wrap it in
somethin' palatable and cough it up!! Trying to chew through one of Enya's
puffed up confections in a vain attempt to find some substance will have the
unavoidable result that too much 'candy' will always have, a massive
headache, followed by vomiting or coma - and the net result of 'no
nutritional value'!
You also wrote: << You have to do a little searching, something you may have
a problem with. >>
* I have a real problem with searching in an 'empty room' - there just
isn't anything in there to find Mike.
You also wrote: << Kinda hard to believe someone like you is on THIS list. >>
* Well sorry Mike - I'm here - opinionated and lovable as hell. BUT the
reason I'm here is because way back in the 60's I discovered this remarkable
talent, this magical artist, this poetess, this genuine entity whose name is
Joni Mitchell - a women whose spiritual insight and profound understanding of
what it is to be human, direct, vulnerable, resilient, and courageous enough
to 'tell it like it is' - so touched me, so touched my soul and my mind, so
impacted me with her openness, honesty, and depth - that she gave me the
enduring hope to believe that the true beauty of the world, of the human soul
and psyche is worth 'searching out' and celebrating, both the sweet and the
difficult. In this temporal world in which we live, Joni Mitchell is a rich,
delicious, eternal fragrance for the soul & mind - Enya is just 'cheap
cologne'. This outspoken, controversial, arrogant, 'salty' sonofabitch,
'grumpy old man' is on this list because of Joni! Nice to meet you Mike.
Love you too man! OK - there, let me check. Yep, the shit looks
sufficiently stirred :-)
RK of Stumptown
NP: 'Watermark'
