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I also need mailing addresses from some of you. You know who you are.

Seems like a good #.

Are you still gathering the track lists, Fes? I assumed you would post them here.

Nah. I like surprises.

Once I post the swap lists, then I'll call for volunteers to post their playlists (or have me post them, if [like you] you've sent them to me), so that people in different swap lists can request disks from each other.

I was missed somehow, but that's OK. Go ahead and have your little swap without me.

*sulks*

I'm with Mr. Psyche. I like surprises.

Aw, let Crash in, Fes, won't ya? He's alright, and I bet he's got a swell record collection, gee, I just know it!

And I'm annotating my track list right now. Y'all will need something to read while you're slogging through the 74 minutes of polkafied Lawnmower Deth covers I've compiled.

But maybe I'm sharing too much in advance.

I'm ready and willing myself. I initially was in on it, but then missed all the punches thereafter. 'Got me a setlist, and it's ready to burn. You with me, Fes?

*punches*

*punches and wildly misses*

*tries again, falls over*

*crosses his legs, tries feebly to look nonchalant*

I, uh, meant to do that.

What is love?
Baby don't hurt me.
Baby don't hurt me.
No more.

As Diamond Dave so succinctly put it: You got to roll with the punches to get to what's real.

Gentlemen, I believe we have found Haddaway's Hideaway.

Eyeball, you just reminded me of every horrible song ever played in the gym I used to go to.

Serves ya right for going to a gym, adam. All joggers need to be hooked up to treadmills and forced to generate electricty. Exercise just staves off the inevitable and cuts into your cocktail hour.

Funny, witchstone, that song is on my swap cd.

No lists. You trust my tastes, then you ask for a cd. You don't trust my taste, chomp a mouthful of my taint.

Can we have a no Thicke rule please? He may be the walking embodiment of bad and needs to be bitchslapped.

I agree with Chef's point, if not his gnarly attitude. Although when I posted my list last time everybody said nice things about it, which made me feel like one of the cool kids.

So I guess I could go either way.

OK, no Alan Thicke.

np

I just thought Fes had asked for lists at the beginning of these here shenannigans.

"So I guess I could go either way."

More women need to own up to that.

9622.net: Chomp on a mouthful of my taint.

OK, aw is in, crash is out. That makes 15, three groups of five. I hereby close the Swap.

Before I post the groupings, anyone with problems concerning being in a group someone else, email me privately. Emails says "Please put me in jonmc/ebk/kaf/tizzie's group" will automatically earn you a copy of my disk - you DO like Journey and Gorky Park, right?

Technically speaking, sending me a playlist was not and is not required. I do like reading them, though, so I have not overtly put a stop to the practice, or explicitly stated that they are not required. I'm doing so now.

What I will ask for is, after the swap lists are posted, that all who wish to put their own playlists and cover art up for review and comment including the possibility that people from outside your swap list might request a copy of your disk (a request which you may or may not honor, as you wish), do so. This is a purely voluntary thang. I will not post anyone's list unless they specifically request that I do so. which if they do I will be happy to.

I will post groups as soon as I get addresses from everyone. I need addresses from the following people: kaf, adampsyche, tizzie, kaibutsu, marscrash, anathema, chico. I get those, we are good to go. I will post the swap groups here (no addresses) and send each of you an email (with addresses).

Good?

Oh, and upon preview, if you don't like it, you can chomp on a mounthful of my taint.

If it matters, and it probly doesn't, but for the record, I'd like to announce that I haven't put any Tony Hightower songs on my CD. It seemed too narcissistic, and besides, if any of you want to hear my stuff, I'm come over to your house and serenade you personally.

I'm really good live, you know. Not to brag or anything.

Yes, but send the addresses to my home, email, which I believe you have fes.

I'm really good live, you know. Not to brag or anything.

hey, me too!

Oh, wait, you mean, like, singing? never mind then.

which I believe you have fes.

yep. no sweat.

Chico! You should have! I was hoping you would, and I don't think it would be narcissistic, anarchosyndicalist, arctic, stuck up or whatever. I think it would be cool.

But hey, that's me.

Fes' two chief weapons are fear, surprise, and ruthless efficiency.

"Chomp on a mouthful of my taint." ©ColdChef 2003 all rights reserved.

And a fanatical devotion to himself.

the right tool for the right job, I always say.

*sharpens knives*

"Rescue Me" and "Band Of Gold" are on too many compilations, as is the ebtire ouvre of Tommy Roe, who I learned today recorded a version of "Stagger Lee."

Be Afraid. Be Very Afraid.

Yet "Workin' for the Weekend" languishes in midnight to 3 rotation on VH1 Classic. It's a travesty of justice.

Chomp on a mouthful of my taint is the best phrase ever, ever.

I JUST SAID IT TO A COWORKER!!

Coworker: "Hey Fes, think when you get a moment you could help me locate the [company named deleted] files? The CDs are missing."

Me: "Hey [coworker], think when you get a moment you could chomp on a mouthful of my taint?"

hilarity ensues.

*sends ColdChef a buck*

Any final requests of what you'd like me to scream at Daryl Hall & John Oates as I streak past them naked on live television must be made now.

I've got "MANEATER" tattooed in gothic lettering across my stomach.

How about: "Do your parents know?"

*falls down laughing*

Ask them if they've ever swapped with Siegfried and Roy.

Or - "YOU'RE out of touch! I'M out of time!"

Fes's was better. I admit it.

I've always thought:

Hall: Bitch
Oates: Butch

Confirmation on this would be nice.

Confirmed

Sweet.

"Any final requests of what you'd like me to scream at Daryl Hall & John Oates as I streak past them naked on live television must be made now."

Which channel is that again?

"John, did that naked redheaded woman just scream 'Marquis Rules?'"

"You know, Sweet D, I think she said, 'Markies rulth.'"

"Markies rulth? Is that Islamic?"

"I dunno. Come here and get to 'stash ticklin'."

*recoils in horror at CC's visual*

Yes. Bad visual. But now we know who the "Maneater" is.

mmmm. naked coldchef.

Gah.
*rubs eyes*
My fault for reading it, I suppose.

And you people think THomcatspike makes no sense.

Offtopic, but I wanted to share-I cut and pasted from another forum cuz I didn't want to write it out again:
My son got a letter from the Air Force Academy today. He is still being considered for an appointment-but they have also offered him something called a Falcon Foundation Scholarship . To make a long story short, if he doesn't get the appointment this year he gets to go to a program at one of four different schools and at the end of successful completion is virtually assured of receiving an appointment. The lady at the Foundation told me 97 percent get in.
So in a nutshell either this year or next my boy will almost certainly be at the Air Force Academy. (He was planning to just enlist if he didn't get in-now that won't be in the plan.)

It is good news, but somehow this week it feels funny.

here we go:

Swappers One: The Jets

kaf
cowboy_sally
krimur
tizzie
kaibutsu

Swappers Two: The Sharks

eyeballkid
adampsyche
chef
mars
anathema

Swappers Three: The Cruisers

fes
jonmc
yhbc
chico
aw

Address lists coming to you momentarily. I mark it at 12:30 a.m. NYCT... so let's say that everyone has to send their disks by midnight next Tuesday...? Should be a breeze. Those who do not send their disks will be castigated publicly in this forum, where all may wither you with myriad ego-blistering wisecracks.

Questions? Comments? Critiques? Curses? Asspats?

When you're a Jet,
You're a Jet all the way
From your first cigarette
To your last dyin' day...

Yeah, baby. The Cruisers are my (non-gender-specific) boys.

We're gonna make our mixes, and they're gonna be great. 'Cause see, if we can't be great, there's no sense in ever playing music again, man.

Gah. I have work and school straight up until Thursday, so I may have to get mine out that morning (had to pick up an extra day because I took off Sat. for the swap). I'll get as much done as I can tonight, though.

Gah. I have work and school straight up until Thursday, so I may have to get mine out that morning (had to pick up an extra day because I took off Sat. for the swap). I'll get as much done as I can tonight, though.

grar.

Da-dum.
Da-dum
Da-dum
Dumdumdumdumdumdumdum Doodle-ooo!*

*Apologies to John Williams

Oh, and three cheers for the 'Tator!

When you're a Jet,
You're a Jet all the way
From your first cigarette
To your last dyin' day...

You know, there was an Alice Cooper cover to that song.

HOO-rah! HOO-rah!

Ladies and Gentleman, Daryl Hall is definitely not gay.

*lights cigarette*

I can't speak for John Oates, though.

*basks in Swapinistratator glory, tempered by knowledge that this entire thing could still go straight into the crapper*

You going to have to provide significantly more details than that, my dear Witchstone, if you want we mundanes to continue living vicariously through you...? rank speculation on my part, but I'm guessing Daryl conducted a not-so-surreptitious boob-brushing followed by his second-most-charming smile...? And you, you enchanting naif, your first move before you could stop yourself was to look and see if John has seen...?

boob brushing?

remember, always brush your boobs up and down, not side to side, and make sure to floss.

yes. expand on that.

Aren't you worried that private eyes were watching you?

w'stone -- I flipped by the show a couple of times assuming I'd spot your unmistakable 80s-music-loving self in the front row. But alas, no sight of you.

And, if I may add, there were altogether too many closeups of Daryl Hall, who is beginning to bear a frightening resemblance to the Cowardly Lion.

I was invited to go down into the pit with all the rabid fans, but I hung out in the back because I wasn't staying for the whole show.

The fans had rabies? Figures.

Maybe it just appeared they had rabies, because the peppy strains of Kiss On My List was driving them mad! MAD I say!

Fes, i think you are on to something with the Lion resemblance. Hall could break out in "If I were King of the Forrreest..." at any moment.

Then there's that Wicked Witch(stone) of the North angle. Hmmmm.

I actually happened by the Hall & Oates show for about 30 seconds. I think all of us experienced the same internal conflict - Look for Witchstone vs. Aaaaaiee! Hall & Oates!

So who's next on the big show? Morris Day?

Witchstone vs. Hall & Oates! Next ... on Celebrity Deathmatch! (No contest there. Missy, your every move would chew them up.)

Damn, if I'd known you guys would tune in for a couple of seconds, I totally would have gone in the front row and stayed the whole concert. That's how much I love you.

. . .

. . .

. . .

Well, maybe I don't love you that much in reality, but the fantasy of it is nice.

The Bowie LBR kicked ass. The best part of these is seeing how the musicians act during the commercial break.

I saw the Bowie one...He's still amazing. Though, I must say that he has muzaked his old catalogue a bit.

Half an eight-ball and some speedy poncho-knitting?

we can be heroes
in the men's restroom
at matt's office

I admit to liking new Bowie the same amount as old Bowie, if in a different way.
I listen to earthling and those tin machine records quite a bit.

Then I tell people about it, disrupting the pleasant flow of many an amiable thread.

It's just that no one takes you seriously after that divulgence about enjoying that Phil Collins song.

Say, Say, Say? honestly.

You just envy my cool, is all.

we all sorta do.

post, blackguard!

Ijust received Kaibutsu's very nice looking disc in the post. No chance to listen yet, but two Pogues songs bodes well.

Well, all the mixes are ready to post, except for the most difficult part. Figuring out what should go on the covers!

it's more a "rockin' out" kind of mix than a "cool obscure stuff" mix, though there are a couple of real oddball tacks mixed in. hope it's acceptable; threw it together pretty fast, thinking that the post deadline was last Tuesday, rather than this one.

I got yours, too kaf; that first track is amazing! Also dug the Costello and the Cave/ MacGowan sweetness. Thanks a lot!

(presently working on, i shit you not, the third draft of my mix for the MeFi swap. this will rock. i'll post a track list, once it's done (may take another darft?), and if anyone's dissappointed with the 9622.mix, I'll send a copy along.)

I just shipped off Marty's CDs, (as well as mine from the last swap- yes, I suck- but I don't welch)

tracklists and cover art here: Clicky Clicky

I DONT KNOW WHY YOU'RE NOT FAIR
I GAVE U MY LOVE BUT YOU DONT CARE
WHAT IS WRONG WHAT IS RIGHT
GIMME A SIGN
WHAT IS LOVE?
BABY DON'T HURT ME
DONT HURT ME NO MORE

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