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Sinister: Arlington, Virginia, USA
by CHRIS LEAK 25 May '00

25 May '00

Hi Sorry about the blatant list abuse but can anyone please mail me privately and tell me what Arlington, Virginia, USA is like? It's just that I may have the opportunity to come and work there. You can mail me at chris.s.leak(a)baesystems.com. Cheers Leaky P.S. Does anyone know how Legal Man is doing sales wise yet? ____________________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get your free @yahoo.co.uk address at http://mail.yahoo.co.uk or your free @yahoo.ie address at http://mail.yahoo.ie +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the undead Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "peculiarly deranged fanbase" "frighteningly named +-+ +-+ Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: worrying about nothing
by robert smith 25 May '00

25 May '00

hello all, just had an exam. i'm sure you don't want too hear about it but for those of you who do i'm going to tell you. i'm still in the stage of not really knowing how it went. hands shaking from too much coffee. the questions i think were either unfairly vague or far to subtle for my panic ridden mind. things like 'what does dickens mean?' come on what do you say to that? you could put so many different topics but none of them will be specifically right. here's another cracker for you, 'does the narrative of notes from the underground succeed in convincing you that two and two does, indeed make five?' huh? whats going on there? oh nevermind i'm sure i'll pass at least but a third class degree wasn't what i was hoping for. oh elena, how i rue my error. i wish i'd eaten your lovely sandwich as i am really really hungery now. i hope everyone learns a lesson from my mistake! much love robert smith aka bob the cat ________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the undead Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "peculiarly deranged fanbase" "frighteningly named +-+ +-+ Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: Gates Of Woodford
by Hester, Mark (ELS) 25 May '00

25 May '00

When I was a kid, my parents didn't have a car and we had to make long and complicated bus journeys, involving several transfers, to visit relatives in Essex and Hertfordshire. On one occasion, a trip to Brentwood involved changing buses at a place called Gates of Woodford. In my childish imagination, I conjured up a grand structure of wrought iron, occupying an imposing archway, with perhaps an attendant armed guard to either side, barring the passage of undesirables. But when we actually got there I discovered that Gates of Woodford was actually a car showroom run by a Mr. Gates. I could barely conceal my disappointment. So it was exciting and a great relief to discover that the new single was not a Gates of Woodford experience. It made me think about something Neil Tennant said about pop music (and I don't really want to get into a discussions of genres etc but probably have anyway), about it being not just the music, not just the image, but the whole package. And the packaging is superb. I just had to mention it. I used to have one of those globe calendar thingies. Wow! Occasionally the switch on top would get stuck and the individual plates making up the dates would fan out like the tail feathers of a dove. And incorporating the lyrics into a letter, how cool is that? The cover design lettering reminds me a bit of St Etienne's Foxbase Alpha. It was good to see that many sinisterines are also into St Etienne. My love of "JIADS" is growing exponentially. I can't think of another instrumental that lifts my spirits as much. The sweeping part of St Etienne's "Urban Clearway" comes close but doesn't quite make it. How do they do it? I almost had an explanation about this sort of thing from my friend Ian, whose orchestra had just performed a Grainger piece which conjured up images of the countryside. "How does he do that?" "It's complicated..." said Ian, spotting someone on the other side of the room he really HAD to see. Maybe I was fortunate to be spared an explanation. Trying to explain how music moves people detracts from its mystique. My only criticism would be that 'Winter Wooksie' could do with being a little bit longer, but I fell quite churlish saying so. The more I listen to And the line in "Legal man" about getting out of the office could almost be a personal invitation. "I'm going home now because B&S say so" I'd announce triumphantly! And I've got every reason to, as you'll see presently..... There's a girl in my office, we're call her R., who got a job I really wanted, as Technical Manager. She's not officially supposed to start until 1st June, but they're teaching her stuff already and I can only watch as she is given tons of new exciting things to do, including trips to Amsterdam. I seem to be being gradually eased out of the decision-making process. Not invited to meetings, that kind of thing. As if to say "we're getting rid of you soon, you don't need to know about this." It's harrowing and unfair. I'm sure when I come back from my holidays for the grand total of two days I find I won't have a desk. I'll be an Itinerant Assistant Local Applications Manager, as if my job title wasn't long enough already. R. and R. are watching over it like vultures, waiting for me to disappear. It's by a window and they need natural light to look at artwork. Or so they say. There's so little to do. Especially now. It doesn't matter how many time management courses one goes on, there will always be peaks and troughs and right now it seems that I am in the middle of a particularly deep and cavernous trough. It's capacious and echoey and I find it difficult to even discern the other side. I asked my boss whether there would be any big projects to work on before I leave for Canada on the 8th June. He admitted that there was nothing he could think of. I don't know how he's going to cope when I'm made redundant at the end of next month. He's so forgetful. "I need to ring, you know, Lenny the Lion" he'll say to me, referring to an IT guy called Paul who once had a huge mane of blond hair. Now he has a very sensible, short, military-style haircut. "You mean Paul," I'll say, and supply the 'phone number. No-one else knows who Lenny the Lion is. The poor chap's going to be floundering, I can tell. The lack of satisfaction in the workplace is to some extent counterbalanced by the morning's journey. The first part of it takes me along the Thames (or Isis as it's perversely called in Oxford). Like Ms Daplyn, I have the opportunity to watch the behaviour of the ducks. Three males after one female, but which will score? Sadly I never get the chance to find out, as I need to hurry past Folly Bridge and on to the bus stop. And yes, there actually is a folly, a fairytale castle, where my friend Lizzie used to live. The fairytale aspect was somewhat countered by the flooded basement every time the water level rose. I played the new album before leaving the house today and was humming "The Wrong Girl" as I walked along by the river. It's an odd thing, singing or indeed humming to oneself. If done in an office where everyone's concentrating hard and staring at their screens, it can elicit one of two responses. Either someone will say "You sound happy" and at the present time they will possibly wonder why as well, or else they will scowl and make some comment along the lines of "They shoot dying animals, you know". I think the personal stereo has gone some way to kill off the tendency of singing or humming to oneself, as people will opt to have the original in all its finery rather than commit an act of sacrilege by giving a poor rendition from the depths of their own lungs. Let's hope it isn't killing off composition as well. I used to do a lot of that years ago, when I should have revising for A-levels. The lyrics are all in a big white cardboard box in my parents' spare bedroom, along with Lego, old copies of the NME from when it was good and other paraphenalia. One day I'll excavate them and probably gasp in horror at how introspective they all are. Liisa, what does Soittoäänet ja ikonit matkapuhelimeen! mean...? I'd love to know..... Mark x. -------------------------------------------------- Mark Hester Assistant Local Applications Manager Elsevier Science Limited The Boulevard Langford Lane Oxford OX5 1GB Tel. +44 (0)1865 843455 Fax +44 (0)1865 853319 Web: http://www.elsevier.nl/ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the undead Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. 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Sinister: Old bands, mild, talk like pleasance.
by Harry Hunt 25 May '00

25 May '00

There, I left it a dram before I wrote again. Thought it were only polite. The other day I bought TWO items for £2.99 a piece. The new Beta Band single, and the Cosmopolitan Virtual Makeover, SPECIAL edition. Anyone wanting beauty tips come to me. I'm servicing Richard Whitely and Anne Robinson first though. Realised, like, that a legacy is important. Saving a few lives is good, but in the big big big big scheme of things, is a very small pump in a very large hurricane. I need to make a substantial difference, or at least be seen to have made an effort. Gadgets, too. Someone else would've discovered Penicilin if Fleming hadn't. So I came up with this plan, to make a website that started a utopian society of shared spiritual wealth and that. Rest assured I'll tell you all when it falls flat. I've got an anti-tradition Jihad, see. I can't STAND when people have surrogate free wills. Sounds sanktymoneus but it really irks. It's as if they're waiting for the reward for a perfect life score, and it's all a load of old Luke Goss if you ask me. You didn't, but you read this far. I recently came off antidepressants. It's a bit tricky convincing yourself you're enjoying the seizures and nightmares. I fear pity, but like, keeping it to yourself is rubbish too. Had to do the "No, this is my route, honest, bye" thing today to ditch a stiff, so to speak. I hate living in fear of annoying social interaction, rather than just growing candour cajones and telling someone they BORE and DEPRESS me and I'd sooner listen to Cypress Hill than touch what they have to say for themself with a forty-two metre auditory barge pole. At least my spending habit's going down. Anti-bought lots of stuff today, that is to say I got to the point many times where I would have bought some random object, for a commerce fix, and managed to convince myself to put it back. Quite proud, and narked that not getting something, yields no tangible rewards. B&S content isn't obligatory, to the Georgie Best of my knowledge, so I've not put any. I have, however, used lots of words that appear in B&S tracks. See if you can spot them all, gullibullies! I'm going now, to brush my teeth and play with my distraction. Love Harry PS. Body parts don't count in Spanish, do they? PPS. *starts to worry about the words "body" and "parts"* +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the undead Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "peculiarly deranged fanbase" "frighteningly named +-+ +-+ Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: Date: Thu, 25 May 2000 00:08:19 -0400
by Michele Waggner 25 May '00

25 May '00

Bergman-Genge Nuptials Take Place May 23, 2000 Miss Amanda "Swannie" Bergman of New York, New Jersey and Sinister was wed last evening to Mr. Stephen Genge of Portsmouth, England and Sinister. The civil ceremony took place in East Brunswick, New Jersey, with Judge Toto officiating. A religious ceremony will be held this coming autumn. The bride wore a butter yellow coat over a black sheath and carried calla lilies. Her outfit was accessorized with a Dog on Wheels badge (worn rightside up) as a sentimental nod to the band which brought the couple together. Following the ceremony, the celebrants retired to a restaurant for dinner. Sinisterines in attendance included Ned (who originally introduced Amanda to the music of B+S and the Sinister list), Matthew, and this correspondent. Fluffy Sarah made a brief appearance at the nuptial dinner via mobile telephonic connection from Kingston, UK. Mr. and Mrs. Genge became acquainted several years ago on the Sinister mailing list and their love for the music of Belle and Sebastian blossomed into love for each other. The couple will reside in the metropolitan New York area while the bride completes her degree at NYU. Thanks to our own List Mummy and Yenta, Honey, who has made and maintains a place where things like this can happen. --chele +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the undead Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "peculiarly deranged fanbase" "frighteningly named +-+ +-+ Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: I want to fly, yeh, and visit the cloud people
by JENOWL22＠aol.com 24 May '00

24 May '00

Hewwo Sinister, Golly, everyone's leaving all at once. Right. Ok, nobody else leave within the next 6 months or I'll make myself sick through my nose. And cry. Ooh, good thing, I got straight A's a good reports at parents night, so I can stop worrying myself sick, temporarily, about being a complete failure. Bad things have been happening. I'll tell you all about them, because someone might find them midly interesting. So there's a girl, and she wants to set me up with someone, because she thinks this will complete my life. She's not really my friend, but I let her pretend she is sometimes, because I feel sorry for her. She acts, dresses and speaks like a hard kid, but all the hard kids hate her. A sort of mutant hard kid. if you will. Anyway, we're standing in the town centre, and I'm watching the ice skaters, and playing We Rule the School in my head, and feeling generally at peace, when some boy she knows comes up to her, and starts boasting about all the violent things he's been doing. His name's Lee and he's 18, quite nice looking and really tall and a bit leery. Eventually he asks me out, and I'm scared and the girl's pushing me into it, so I say yes, thinking, "oh well he's drunk anyway, he probably will have forgotten about me". Next day, I hear the hard kids mention him, how he's in a really notorious gang, and stuff. So I approach them, timidly, fully expecting to be laughed at or kicked or something, and asked them what he's like. Details. They ask why, and I say that I'm going out with him. They ask me if they age thing bothers me, and I tell them I've been out with boys of that age before, but they don't believe me. They tell me he's been done twice for attempted rape and he always goes for underage girls because he likes easy sex. But then they get relly scared and start doing the "you haven't heard it from me thing". Bluddy grate (that was sarcasm by the way). So I'm stuck with a mega hard kid rapist as a boyfriend. But for the next two days he hangs about outside the school waiting for me, and I manage to avoid him. But today he caught up with me and I told him I didn't think we should go out and ran for it. Now I'm scared that his mates will get me. Or that the slightly thick girl who set us up won't clock on and will give him my address and phone number or something. But on a more cheerful note, I'm not in a band called the Brass Monkeys. Have to toddle off to bed now, Hugs, Jen +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the undead Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "peculiarly deranged fanbase" "frighteningly named +-+ +-+ Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: If your ears are thisty where do they drink from?
by LNino＠levi.com 24 May '00

24 May '00

Juno here. Reading the posts, surfing like crazy over the internet, hearing from everybody about the single legal man, I wonder if there is a site, a place in the cyberuniverse where I could give it a listen. anything will do.. 30 seconds... and MP3 bit.. real audio.. I feel alienated. I live in mexico as i've mentioned before. And i'm about to have a fit. je vais parler de quelques autres choses.. I went to my therapist yesterday and it was the coolest session ever. But I must say here in public that my recovery from years of on and off depression fits came to a rest when I read Jules' Black Fox Fables, i wrote to her and I told her how much I loved those fables.. especially the one where the fox says "is it too much to ask to be treated with a little kidness?" It's amazing, one day there is nothing to live for and you are blinded by sadness.. suddenly a small tale speaks to you... I lost my job, and I'm scared. I have two more months before they give me my check. I refused to move to another town, now I'm unemployed. How random is life. j.u.n.o. +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the undead Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "peculiarly deranged fanbase" "frighteningly named +-+ +-+ Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: Grass and ball and hot pants
by elenita99 24 May '00

24 May '00

Hello people, Two posts in the same week, I hope you won't be scared :) Genevieve mentioned it recently, and I am as well very motivated by this girl-footie team and wish to warn all the foot-players around here: boys, we are not going to leave the playground without being the winners. So varnish-nails-boy and friends you better be careful. As long as football is concerned, I hope you will all support Real Madrid tonight and not those fools from Valencia...This is probably the only football-game of the year I will be watching but anyway... After Derek greetings concerning the picnic to Sam, Rich and more, I would like to stress the fact that I desesperatly offered lovely hand-made sandwiches to Bob-the-Cat (officially know as Robert Smith) during hours (Sam and Derek will testify if needed) but he refused it with obstination. Sigh. I felt so rejected. That is probably why I didn't feel courageous enough to play football (added to the fact that I am a awful player) That was a very footie post, wasn't it? Have a good evening all, football game or not Love Elena ________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the undead Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "peculiarly deranged fanbase" "frighteningly named +-+ +-+ Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: voices
by chippy eileen 24 May '00

24 May '00

an ink polaroid...look closely, if you will. its taken at dusk, as polaroids of such places should be. it is dark. there are no streetlamps - remember this is the country. mrs arkeston's house, or rather mrs arkeston's garden. if you have a torch you'll be able to spot me. see those bushes? the ones in front of the chickenwire fence? well, if you're really observant you'll notice a pair of bright blue shoes sticking out from underneath. i'm hiding where i think mrs arkeston can't see me. i would be hiding in a better place, right in the middle of the bush, but my mate janet got there first. if you could take a sonic sample...an ink cd, if you like, you would hear the birds calling. there's a forest behind mrs arkeston's house - or it seemed like a forest back then. now they've cut most of it down to build more dwellings. they started building a couple of months after she died, as if they were waiting for it to happen - anyway, the forest was full of birds. birds you could never see. birds that hid in the bushes and shouted out mysterious messages to a little girl who couldn't help but listen. if you play your ink cd you will hear them calling. somewhere, you'll hear the distant growl of a motorbike and above it all.... mrs arkeston's voice...shouting out at what she couldn't see..... "i know you're out there...i can hear you. i've told you, stay out of my garden. you shouldn't be here, i'll tell your parents"....an old lady's voice, fraught with the paranoia of a lonely existence, hovvering in the summer air, competing with the crickets which join with our giggles in a mutual chorus of mocking. poor mrs arkeston. she didn't know it was me behind her house. she liked me. she even used to give me sweets when she saw me out with margaret. i never ate them, of course. you didn't eat anything mrs arkeston gave you. once, she told me she was my real mother. we'd gone to the post office in the next village. i can't remember what margaret was doing there, but i'd wandered off into a little corner full of brightly coloured trucks and model dinosaurs. i heard a shuffling behind me and there she was, smiling down at me and offering me something wrapped in shiny paper. i'm sure i smiled and said thank you, hoping she would go away. but she didn't. she leaned very closely and said "i knew you'd be here....that's why i came.." "you see....you're a very special girl to me....i wish i hadn't left you that night.... but i couldn't keep you, you were such a beautiful baby, you couldn't be tied to an old woman like me..." maybe that's what she said, anyway. she probably said something like that. all i remember is her shuffling out of the post office, clutching her bag and me staring down at the stupid bright yellow truck i was holding, with the tears starting to fall. later, margaret told me that mrs arkeston said that sort of thing a lot, and i shouldn't listen to her....but i always wondered. till i grew up and realised she was at least 70 when i was born. you're probably wondering why i'm showing you this polaroid. yes, its a nice picture but what does it have to do with you...or with belle and sebastian? keep reading, it should make sense. the rumour was, mrs arkeston had a troll in her back garden. that's what we're doing there. we're terrified of the troll, but we couldn't help ourselves. we had to see if it was real. we're not laughing because the old woman is funny, we're laughing because we're terrified. a moment after this was taken, a bird flew into the bush behind us and sent us both running, off into the forest. we didn't stop till we got back to janet's dad's house and he gave us both a cup of cocoa. he didn't ask where we'd been. i think he knew, and i think he knew he wouldn't be going back. i don't know if janet ever went back. she moved away when i was 14. her dad met a woman from leeds and off she went, to the big city. i returned though. many years later. back to the spot where the troll had scared us. the bushes seemed smaller now, mrs arkeston's house had been replaced by a small semi-detached residence. the forest? more of a hedge...and the troll? i had a good look. no troll. no mrs arkeston. just a new, cold looking house. i walked back to the chippy, trying not to feel disappointed. the magic had gone. when i was naive enough to believe a troll lived there, it had all seemed so much more exciting. every now and then, i try and recapture that feeling. that belief in a big, scary, fascinating world out there, instead of a little village with a chippy, a newsagents and a woman that goes from house to house cutting old ladies' hair. i try and re-enter the magical world. where trolls lurk behind bushes, mysterious old ladies are your mother and birds sing secret messages to you. there's a doorway to that world. well, there are many doorways to that world. david wills, up the road, is serving six months in jail for selling doorways to that world. but there are other entries, easier to find, if you look properly. and it isn't a matter of knowing where to look, its knowing how. i heard a brittle, damaged yet strangely hopeful voice drifting through the dark towards me.... "she's very quiet...and very small. in fact she's hardly there at all. that's what she is, and what she is, and what she is..." i could feel myself shrinking, shrinking back into a believer. earlier i'd been to a festival with magic clowns and balloons rising up in the air. i can't remember what stuart david called the festival, but once i'd listened to it, i went outside, and tried to see it in the grass, in the flowers, even in the duck pond. for a moment, just a moment. it was there. the world with the trolls in was back. i could almost hear mrs. arkeston shouting my name. "tigermilk" took me there... the musical leaping of the first bars of "i could be dreaming" led me there.... stuart david seems to know the way every time. every time it looks a little bit different. i can't wait to see what the world of the new album looks like. i'm planning to take it into the forest-that-isn't-a-forest, put on my walkman and sink down beneath the mushrooms to hide in its chords. wake me up if the troll comes. eileen __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Send instant messages & get email alerts with Yahoo! Messenger. http://im.yahoo.com/ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the undead Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. 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Sinister: new in the neighborhood and scaring the old folks
by Robert Hoots 24 May '00

24 May '00

Greetings to all Sinisters, i'm new...i'm out of the nursery...and, i have nothing intelligent to say. A bit about myself: i was born in america, but grew up in ireland [spent 15 years there, my mum being irish, my da american]. i live in the states now; hard to find a decent pint. i work, and i am feeling rather old at the moment after reading everyone's posts. i am also feeling rather daunted after reading everyone's posts. i have been listening to b+s for a couple of years. i have everything that i could find from them so far and looking forward to the new album. i like to read quite a bit [sartre, dostoevsky, ginsberg, great jack kerouac, nabakov just to name a few--currently rereading republic and butler's lives of the saints]. i paint. i normally paint in oils on rather large canvases [to big for my little studio] and i get opportunities to show sometimes in different galleries around town. of course, my other hobby is music [cohen, bowie, velvet underground+reed, smiths+morrissey, drake, looper, and of course b+s just to name a few--currently listening to geometrid]. i prefer red over white, and veggies to meat. let us see. what other non interesting things might i tell you. oh, yes...i just saw looper live a few weeks ago--thought they were brilliant; got a t-shirt, but i didn't stay for the flaming lips. also, i get to visit san francisco soon. maybe make a stop by city light books, home of the beats. well, nothing else to say. hope i didn't bore too much. if so, i duly apologize. Robert "Consider that this day ne'er dawns again"-Dante +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the undead Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "peculiarly deranged fanbase" "frighteningly named +-+ +-+ Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+

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