// Happy Boxing Day, and we hope you had as good a Christmas as
// Dawn-Marie and I had. At least one NanciNetter had a memorable
// Christmas Eve! See below...
// Enjoy...[BP]

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Subject: Re: NN: Hell Among The Yearlings (was: Profile of Ashley MacIsaac)
   Date: Thu, 23 Dec 1999 06:58:37 -0800 (PST)
   From: Reid Mitchell (reidmitchell@yahoo.com>

--- Shawn Kimbro (kimbro@planetc.com> wrote:
> It all starts with the chin
> rest...
 
This is an interesting theory, Shawn, and perhaps
persuasive to Scottish youth like Jenny.  But you and
I know both that traditionally fiddlers not only
rarely used chin rests but placed the fiddle in the
crook of their arms--a decision that hampered
virtuosity, no doubt, but allowed them to do the calls
for the dances.  If a fiddler used a chin rest it
would KEEP HIS MOUTH CLOSED and thus have kept him
that much closer to heaven, as he could neither speak
nor drink.  I know the Lord told St. Peter that it's
what comes out  of am na's mouth that defiles him not
what goes in, but surely with fiddlers its both.

How do other musicians view the fiddler's fearsome
reputation.  Are oboeplayers heartbroke because nobody
says, "What out for him, my darling daughter.  He
plays the oboe"?

Reid Nero Mitchell

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Subject: NN: Grafton St
   Date: Thu, 23 Dec 1999 16:09:02 +0000 (GB)
   From: John Kiernan 6043316 (John.Kiernan@boi.ie>

     Just returned from shopping on Grafton St, Dublin.
     
     It's true -Lots of elbows and Bewley's is an oasis of calm- no nun 
     at my table though!
     
     Beannachtai na Nollaig
     
     John Kiernan
     Dublin
     Ireland
     
     -"Nanci, Let your hair down for me" - Paddy McAloon

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Subject: NN: Nanci in Hemel Hempstead?
   Date: 23 Dec 99 20:15:32 +0000
   From: "Matthew Bloomfield" (mailm@tthewb.u-net.com>

Christmas and New Year Greets to one and all,

Timeoff "your Free guide to entertainment and leisure in Dacorum" has
this on Page 12:

"Coming Soon!   Nanci Griffiths (sic) - Friday 12th May"

They must of got the name wrong, it must be /our/ Nanci 'cos of the
dates.  I have been unable to confirm this but tickets do not go on
sale until Wed Jan 5th so plenty of time yet.

The Pavillion is not massive, but not tiny either, usual sort of local
theatre size and Hemel is about 30miles north of London.

Box Office phone no. 01442 228700

Hey Jenny, if she really is coming to this little town there must be
some hope for Glasgow, perhaps she's going for the smaller venues this
time.

All the best,

Matt

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Subject: Re: NN: Nanci in Hemel Hempstead?
   Date: Thu, 23 Dec 1999 19:50:24 -0700
   From: Kathy Wallace (kathyw@walltech.com>

Matt wrote,

(snip>

>The Pavillion is not massive, but not tiny either, usual sort of local
>theatre size and Hemel is about 30miles north of London.

Would that Hemel Hempstead be *the* Hemel Hempstead? The hometown of Pat
McInerney?

Oh, to be there!

-Kathy

Kathy Wallace [kathyw@walltech.com]          Wallace Technical Communications
Voice: 650-938-1352 Fax: 650-961-9151                 http://www.walltech.com

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   Subject: NN: Re: Nanci in Hemel Hempstead?
      Date: Sun, 26 Dec 1999 10:49:40 -0000
      From: "Peter Wilde" (peter@pmwilde.freeserve.co.uk>

Hope we're all having a merry Christmas!

Seeing Matthew's message was good news and Hemel is likely to be my
venue of choice for this tour.

Of course, there's another Nanci connection that hasn't been mentioned,
Hemel Hemptead being the home town of the BMO's Pat McInerney. Could
this have influenced the selection of the town for a concert?

All the best for 2000,

Peter Wilde

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Subject: NN: re:moon river
   Date: Fri, 24 Dec 1999 10:39:03 -0800 (PST)
   From: Bob Riegner (rg48@yahoo.com>

Dear Netters,

Thanks to all who agree with me on the beauty of 'Moon
River.'  The late Audrey Hepburn was (is) my all time
favorite actress.  "Breakfast at Tiffanys" is no. 2
on my 10 all time favorite movies ("The Sand Pebbles"
with music by another of my favorite film composers,
Jerry Goldsmith is no. 1).

The late Henry Mancini was the greatest film composer
and I agree that Johnny Mercer is a great lyricist.

I am hopelessly in love with Audrey, just like I am
with Nanci.  Why?  Both fantastically talented
performers but more importantly I see an inner beauty
and strength in both, not too mention their physical
beauty.

So why don't we email Nanci & James Hooker while we 
are at it, requesting that she record 'Moon River?'--
the song and Nanci were made for each other.

Bob Riegner

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Subject: NN: It is that time of year
   Date: Fri, 24 Dec 1999 09:52:05 -0500
   From: Kenn lippert (lippert@fyi.net>

To all my friends, those I have known in the flesh (no, not THAT 
way), and those who are still only voices in the aether, I hope that 
in this season of joy, giving, and reflection you find peace.

Love one another, it works.

kenn

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Subject: Re: NN: Re: Re: Profile of Ashley MacIsaac
   Date: Fri, 24 Dec 1999 06:22:27 -0800
   From: bsb (wolfeyes@wco.com>
Jenny wrote:

>Ok, so i am emerging from the frogpond after bein down so long to say,
>"WHY?????" why is is that whenever angry fiddlers are mentioned people just
>nod kowingly and tip the corners of their mouths slightly as if to
>say....."ahhhhhh, a fiddler".  Or maybe they jsut know i'm listening in and
>that i am the most bad tempred fiddler in the pond....and it'll get me mad.
>Hmmm....

There are common assumptions about the personalities of musicians
according to their instruments of choice:  keyboardists tend to be the
intellectuals, lead guitarists the show-offs, drummers are the ones who
drive cars into motel swimming pools, etc.  Fiddlers... well...

Nothing personal, Jenny,

bsb

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     Subject: NN: Re: NanciNet #99C23
        Date: Fri, 24 Dec 1999 11:26:15 -0500
        From: "Donate von Bredow-Gardner" (dvbgardner@genelogic.com>

Shawn Kimbro (kimbro@planetc.com> wrote:
> 
> >>>> ........ The lightening-fast rattle-and-hum moves through the chin
> rest to the mastoid bone which conducts it up around the skull thus
> insulating the brain with supersonic seismic waves of disastrous
> magnitude.  Brain cells start dying like fruit-flies and the fiddler
> takes on a far-away, wistful expression. In most cases speech is
> slurred, the corners of the mouth turn up, and little drops of drool
> drip perpetually down the chin......>>>>>

Sheeeeeesh, Shawn, that was an awesome visual!!!!!   Makes me want to put away
my cello and bring my violin back off the wall.... haven't played it in about
20 years.  And then it was Bach and other mild-mannered stuff.  I'm ready for
new challenges - play without the chin rest?  Well, I'm up for it.......    
Thanks for that most entertaining description! :)
Happy Holidays to all of you!   It has been a very eventful year
for me -- lost some very close loved ones within just a couple of
months; my daughter went through a phase of some very tumultuous
growing pains; I briefly lost my mind and, with very clouded
judgment, took a turn into an unknown territory and came back
disgusted, badly bruised but not broken; and, by the sheer mercy
of Heaven, I was given a chance for a wonderful new
beginning.....  After all the pain and tears of the early part of
the year were wiped away, I was showered with blessings and
surrounded with so much love and grace, that I can look forward
to the new year with renewed hope and anticipation.  If my loved
ones are fine, I am fine.  That's all that matters.

May this new year/century/millenium bring with it not just those
NY resolutions for better taking care of our bodies and homes,
but to grow spiritually; learn to forgive old debts; strive to
help others; preserve our beautiful planet; do our share to erase
violence and racism; teach by example rather than punish and
remove from our sight those who are doing wrong; keep alive the
memories and lessons we've learned from those who passed before
us and that have brought us here; and learn to be tools to
contribute our share in making a difference.  May we learn to
focus not just on our own physical or financial survival in this
society, but our spiritual survival beyond our physical life. 
May there be peace not just among nations, but peace amongst
ourselves, our families, our neighbors and colleagues and
friends....... 

This is my prayer for you, my new NN-friends, that your New Year
may bring you hope, love, peace of mind and heart, and faith that
your life indeed has a meaning.
Donate "always homesick for my fatherland at this time of year"
von Bredow-Gardner

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     Subject: NN: Re: Jenny's Fiddle Question
        Date: Fri, 24 Dec 1999 22:15:38 -0500
        From: Shawn Kimbro (kimbro@planetc.com>

Oh, there is one thing I nearly forgot..... Yes, Virginia, there is a
Santa Claus.  And if you should venture out to some moon-lit,
snow-covered hillside tonight, and listen very closely, you might hear
the sweet strains of ancient melodies as he plays the time-polished
Stradivarius he keeps tucked away in the back corner of his sleigh.

Wishing everyone a Christmas filled with bright colors and
a new year tuned to the peacful magic of music,
-Shawn

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Subject: NN: Nanci
   Date: Fri, 24 Dec 1999 23:00:49 EST
   From: Tricia9999@aol.com

I have been listening to lots of music lately, filling in many holes with 
things I missed the past few years. And I came back to Nanci today and 
realized that there are few that grab me in the way that she does.  She is 
such a special artist and I'm so grateful for all her work and the gift that 
I receive when I put on one of her cds. So, thank-you Nanci and thanks to all 
of you who share in my love of her music. 

This list has been somewhat short of Nanci content lately, but we all have 
the love of her music in common.  And those of us who have lost loved ones 
near the holidays will always have the bittersweet to deal with at this time 
of year, but music carries us so far and gives us so much and I would say 
that Nanci can especially keep us striving and smiling.  I wish each of you a 
very fulfilled new year.

Best to all,
Tricia
Berkeley, CA

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   Subject: Re: NN: Hank Snow has passed away
      Date: Sat, 25 Dec 1999 05:08:46 GMT
      From: jalvo@mbay.net (John Alvord)

On Tue, 21 Dec 1999 10:50:24 -0500, "Panchyshyn,Roman"
(panchysr@oclc.org> wrote:

>Seems that we've lost another great talent as the millennium ends. Here's
>another story off the AP wire, Hank Snow has died at 85.
>Roman

Make the world go away
Take it off my sholders
Say the things you used to say
And make the world go away

Hank was one of the first to teach me the power of music and words.

john alvord

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Subject: Re: NN: Hank Snow has passed away
   Date: Sat, 25 Dec 1999 01:11:15 EST
   From: VickiStein@aol.com

jalvo@mbay.net writes:

(( 
 Make the world go away
 Take it off my sholders
 Say the things you used to say
 And make the world go away >>

that so reminds me of my dad....he sang this song to us when we were kids.  I 
think Eddy Arnold recorded it...This verse is completely relevant to me.  
Thanks for the memory!  It is meaningful for me to know that you remember 
this song.   And it is a great one...

Still wondering why Jesus didn't write the Christmas Song,

Vicki

// I don't think they had chestnuts in Israel...[BP]

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Subject: NN: What a Christmas Eve!
   Date: Sat, 25 Dec 1999 00:37:34 -0600
   From: "Hank Van Slyke" (chevelle@pnx.com>

Hi, gang!  I couldn't go to sleep without sharing today's developments. 
The very nice lady I have been hanging around with since August said yes
when I asked her the important question at 11:30pm Christmas Eve!    
*back flips, handstands and general jitterbugging*
  It almost didn't happen due to a small misunderstanding.  The previous 
night I had said something that didn't come out exactly right and was in 
the doghouse though I had apologized and begged forgiveness.  ;-)  Today 
we went to my parents' house for dinner and she was somewhat chilly.  I 
had the ring with me and was going to pop the question as soon as she 
forgave me and warmed up.  It turns out that she was chilly because I 
hadn't popped the question yet, I wasn't really in the doghouse.  After 
I took her home, we talked and ended up laughing at ourselves.  It was 
still Christmas Eve, so Santa brought her a ring in the nick of time and 
then we sang Jingle Bells.
   I knew she would be all right back when we first started dating when 
I brought her some Nanci tapes and she liked them.  She liked the lyrics 
that spoke of surviving heartbreaks and more lyrics about life and love.
   Tomorrow we'll tell her parents.  Stay tuned for further 
developments.

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a Good Night!

Hank "landed my Flyer" Van Slyke

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    Subject: NN: Another singing cowboy leaves us
       Date: Sat, 25 Dec 1999 08:56:08 -0600
       From: Ed Maier (eddie@flash.net>

Rex Allen, one of the earliest singing cowboys, died yesterday. I
remember watching him at the Saturday afternoon movies years ago.
You could get in for five cents and see the serials he made. You
could watch him jump from his horse to the back of the runaway
stagecoach, crawl across the luggage deck to the driver's seat
(who had been shot a moment earlier), then jump to the wagon 
tongue and the first horse, and finally work his way up to the
lead horse and get him to draw up stopping the stagecoach. Then
he would help the heroine out of the stagecoach and she would
thank him profusely. Hugging and kissing were still taboo in the
movies for kids back then. Later that evening they would all sit 
around the campfire and sing a song or two. 

Anyhow, he was in his wheelchair and his caretaker accidentally
backed over him with the car. I don't mean that to sound funny,
but it certainly is ironic.

Ed
http://www.flash.net/~eddie/
-- 
"I was drunk the night my mom got out of prison
And I went to pick her up in the rain
But before I could get to the station in my pickup  ...truck
She got runned over by a damned old train"

                        -Steve Goodman

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Subject: NN: Top 10 change
   Date: Sat, 25 Dec 1999 11:07:38 EST
   From: HenryJG@aol.com

Just got the most amazing album for Christmas!  The Nutley Brass Play the 
Ramones Songbook.  Unbelievably inspired lounge versions of Ramones classics 
like "I Wanna Be Sedated" and "Teenage Lobotomy".  If you're interested in 
either punk or lounge music, you might want to check it out.  I amended my 
top 10 of the year to include it!

Happy holidays y'all,
John 
Biloxi

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Subject: NN: Merry Christmas, according to John (Lennon), et al
   Date: Fri, 24 Dec 1999 22:42:10 EST
   From: VickiStein@aol.com

Hi to all, and to all who don't celebrate the holiday!

Wishing you all the best.  As always.  

I'm in between Christmas dinner with my daughter (yes, she loved the Audery 
Hepburn doll!!!  Moon River!) and midnight mass, and wanted to send wishes 
your way.  

This is the second year in my life when I am "single" at Christmas.  A couple 
of people on this list have asked me what that is like...does it stink?  
what?  I'm here to tell ya, it is okay.  It works, if you let it. If you 
rejoice in who you are, who you love and those who love you.  We shared 
gifts, we sang, we had a Christmas dinner, a Mandarin Salad, chicken cooked 
in apples and rice, green and yellow beans, my awesome cranberry orange wheat 
bread...my sister stopped by with her dogs, another sister and her husband 
popped in, my friend Sandy came over for dessert...It's all what you make of 
it.  We uncorked New Year's bubbles and blew them around the room and into 
the fireplace...it was quite fun, and the house smells sinfully wonderful of 
cranberry candles and fresh out of the oven cookies.  (I also bought perfumed 
bubbles, and that is an oddly decadent thing for me to do...) We created new 
acapella versions of "O Holy Night" (always saw that as a solo) and "Winter 
Wonderland."  

So I'm here tell ya (and here to listen, too) that life does go on without 
having someone to snuggle against on the couch and watch "It's a Wonderful 
Life" or "White Christmas."  Sometimes, the mistletoe is a representation of 
the holiday instead of an expectation.  But life is still good, regardless.  

Audrey is playing in her room now, and the hardest part is seeing her leave 
tomorrow morning after breakfast, but her dad deserves the same joy I had 
earlier tonight, and so I wish you all the same wonder and the best for a 
great holiday.

We are off to participate in Mass, and I am sure it will make me cry, beacuse 
it always does.  Also, an aside, Donate, I loved your last letter!

May the Joy of Life and the Spirit be With You All,


Vicki

P.S.  I truly hope that no grandma ever ever gets run over by a reindeer!


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