July 2000 - Sinister - missprint.org

Sinister: buses, b&s, and my gender identity crisis
by Kimberly Rehak 01 Nov '00

01 Nov '00

boo, i'm trying to decide if i'm having a good or a bad morning so far. maybe someone can help me out: 1 mum drives me to the busstop since i'm late (as usual) and informs me that i must be having a gender identity crisis because i didn't dry my hair this morning (no time, again) and i had my hands in my pocket "like a boy". i could go on and on about the things she said but i'll just leave it at that-the g-g-g-gist. 1.5 cried for 15 minutes at busstop/busride. 2 beautiful boy on the bus keeps staring at me whilst we are in transit. 3 freaky man with the hearing aids who looks like a child molester sits beside me and also keeps looking at me. 3.5 am listening to b&s for the first time in a Really long time. 4 now i'm at work and i just spilled coffee all over me. <sigh> i don't know what to do. hello to everyone new and old and to those who cry on buses (like me) and to those in germany (like me soon) and to those who dry their hairs in the morning (who are so much better than me-ha!) and to those going to beantown today. xo, kimmy +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: SmAsH-iNg TiMe!!
by velocity farewell 21 Sep '00

21 Sep '00

Hello beautiful ones... Well... it's Sunday... I remember my first post to the list under a different name... 'twas called: EvErYdAy'S LiKe SuNdAy Why do I hate Sundays so much? I do hate them ever since I was a child... but that's not what I want to talk to you about... I had a terrible aCciDeNt last night... I fell with my scooter... 'twas horrible! See, I was out with the guys last night; first we went to this place where they serve this grate HoMe-mAde WiNe and then we went to that place called CohiBa where our friend Nick was DJing... mmmmm... we were dancing and did all crazy stuff... Nick played a lot of lounge and easy listening and some bossa nova as well... there was that girl there with the most amazing hair ever... she looked like... mmm.... Kim - bluddy - Karnes Eventually we left and I was riding my scooter alone in the streets of the city.... I had my walkman on and was listening to one of the most lovely, desperate songs ever "HoMeBoY" by Adorable... suddenly I saw a cab in front of me... I pressed the breaks... back break doesn't work - I wanted to have it fixed for so long but it costs so much - I pushed the front break... and I started slipping... slipping.... and fell... my scooter crashed on the back side of the cab where as I was on the street... it was a grate fall mind you! very stylistic... not to mention that I was wearing my white fairy jacket... fortunately I had my helmet on, so no head injuries... I hurt my knee quite badly tho'... and now I have a swollen blueish knee to the size of a tennis ball... I hurt my hands as well... I stood up and saw in a blur the cabbie with his two passengers getting out of the cab... they lifted up my poor sputnik (my scooter) and tried to persuade me to go to the hospital, but I refused to go... I mean, I don't know, can't really tell, but it must have been quite a scary fall as these 3 people looked so pale and frightened... after I re-assured then I was fine and I was in a position to get back on my scooter and ride back home, they asked me where I was from and what I was doing here... so, I told them that I worked in the uni... the highlight of that amazing evening... the one of the guys in the cab made a pass on me... YeS! Now can you believe that? I was all shaken, trembling cause of the shock, my knee was killing me, and he was just standing there asking me if there was a café in the uni and if it was any good... I said "yeah, there's one and it's really good... for the students.." and left... bastard! I got back on my scooter, put my walkman on and started half-singing half-crying as I was riding back home... what? "LoVe is BettEr tHaN WaR" by the TELeViSiOn PeRsOnALiTiEs As soon as I got back home I put on the CD by FeLt "poem of the river"+"forever breathes the lonely word" that Richard made for me... I guess he justifies his role as the SiNiStEr SanTa ClAuSs so well.... BeLLe & SeBaStiAn contexxxxxxx well, Mike and StuartM. were in jeepster chat last night... yes!! I got there late myself, so I didn't get to hear anything interesting... except from the fact that Stuart was watching Telly at the moment... that's it... the weather's great here but I wish it was raining... oh, that was so boring... sorry about that.. I have to go now and watch "Dawson's Creek"... somethings are so dumb they're charming... Spooka-Dee-Loops my dog gave me a lick on my hip bone last night when I came back after the accident as I was putting my jeans down to check the bruises... that was quite comforting... Oh!!! another thing... Lovely Hannah, not our own Hannahdoll, has started a Baxendale list... mmm, I don't know about the rest of you but I do love Baxendale... the addy for those who wanna join is: http://www.onelist.com/community/superpopelectronix Yeah! bye bye sweat peas take care love that flies over the oceans +easterchocobunnies+melodyPoPs! Vel xxooxx ____________________________________________________________ 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 +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: Under more cars than there are Ls in British Leyland
by P F 01 Aug '00

01 Aug '00

This list has fair exploded into a forest fire of action in the last week or so. Heck, I was close to excited. I'd like to respond to all that fascination, but first I want to tell you some old, and ageing, news. It's a tiny vignette about how Stephie T met one of his heroes, and I was lucky enough to be in the wings. Not in Wings, mind. That would have been *really* lucky. For those who don't remember Stephie, his last mail to sinister was something about sabre-toothed tigers and the toothlessness of Emile Heskey. It moved me at the time. I ended up in South Norwood. When I said 'forest fire', by the way, it was just a simple metaphor. London went off, swinging. Clubbing kids crashed by a street with no name, looking for Duran Duran's Pop Trash. I think that's what they said. Sainsbury's were flogging produce like there was no today; and there barely was. The hour passed nine, like a referee without a rag. It was as hot as July, 2000 - that much was hard to contradict. Stephie, he hit the scene by accident - he took a wrong turn in Covent Garden and found himself tumbling down the stairs. Angels. It was a matter of life and deaf. Me, I was loitering without rent, trying to phone a friend in Oxford Street, wearing woolly things, throwing bread. Don't doubt me, ask the bouncer; the one who told me, when I asked what kind of club night it was, just to be on the safe side, that it wasn't a club. Not much, though, will throw me; and I only threw the bread to evade its advancing staleness. As 9:30 approached I felt my gameboyplan was all wrong. I'd better handle this one from the inside. Breadless, heedless, I passed our friend ('my friend', he'd called me) on the door and descended for a bottle of milk. No, it wasn't milk, as it turned out. Down in the depths the heat was almost quietening. The crowds were nugatory, a thing of the future. The walls were like lava, drifting red and orange shapes, colours of flame. The electric bills were, yes, staggering. Seats floated like glutinous magma - yes, contradictorily. Pop fans and players let me join them. The generosity was all theirs. I pulled out a camera and watched it flail. I bought that bottle, had it poured into a glass, paid £13. That wasn't part of the plan. Believe me, kids, it wasn't a large bottle; and it was a smaller glass. But money was a dead sign here, a signal of that other world where the filed things are. Those popsters, anyway; they were joined by a piano player who was rumoured to be into Soft Rock. He'd brought no piano, just tales of the past: of the 70s, weirdly, of machines that played music on 8 'tracks'. They took a Cadillac battery to run, back on the highway, wind in your hair. He glanced at his hair. They assented, about the 8 'track' things, not the hair. Unlike Andy Bell in 1992, I was fazed. They were surprisingly unsurprised at my usual bemusement, without which the night wouldn't be itself. It was fun, I was gratified by their welcoming incomprehensible talk. At this point Stephie tumbled in, looking for soul food and a place to speak. His feet were happy, his hands rubbing along OK. I found myself back at the bar, talking to a couple of Americans. They wanted me to get them a T-shirt by which to remember the bar. I tried and I failed. They must settle for a matchbook or two. We were whirled and whisked like eggs to a corner, where I found myself looking straight at the one who was the ringleader. His labrador eyes plunged back into mine. An intrepid journalist came by and told me who the friendly Yanks were. I started to attempt reconstructing the significance of it all, as words trickled. The boss man was stevie the magnetic fields. He was in town to inspect the QEII, it seemed. He was playing live at a festival organized by Womack and Womack. Stephie T crashed in beside me like a Charlatans lyric. I sensed strange feelings, magical powers, emanate between the pair. Perhaps mututal respect began to flow. I tried to speak. - What's it like to play live? A cavernous dolour erupted from stevie the tobacco flans' mouth. - its about as easy as playing dead. The question, it was true, had been about as dumb as pop. I tried dumber. - Do you find anything worth seeing in London? Languidly he turned his wraithlike body and swept an arm around the room. Drinks clattered from tables, metres away. - decor. I wasn't into the lava thing myself, but best not to argue. These Chryslers could be packing heat. Somewhere a piano player spun a disc by Foreigner. I left Stephie T to pick up the threads which were laddering around us. - Do you think Brian Eno's a genius? stevie the testament filters the warp diaries raised his eyelashes. Planets crashed. - why yes, he uttered, the two words bearing meaning enough for ten. i based my early career on his record taking tiger mountain. Stephie saw an opening. He wanted to make connections. - Do you think Morrissey's a genius? A voice rumbled from within stevie the dimanche people. - of course i think him a genius i naturally find it obscene he is currently unrewarded with a contract for all he has recorded save only in hindustan or was it taiwan? Stephie grabbed a matchbook and started taking notes. The noise seemed to continue. - i caught a ladybug in a jar and killed it just for you thats why im drinking vodka in this awful bar in timbuktu. Somewhere we heard other words, rhymes too, drifting over, in counterpoint. - Well, you've gotta be crazy, baby To want a guy like me I asked stevie the glass melangeurs if I could take a photo of him. He waved a wrist in assent. The flash was summer lightning. He took the camera and gave me the same treatment. He raised a brow. - i have just noticed the colour of your sweater. its very interesting. very eighties. - Actually, I interjected, like a fool, we call them 'jumpers' over here. He gazed back at me unblinking. - jumper, sweater, its the same thing. cest la meme chose. Pause. - cest la meme chose as they say in alberquerque my best friend knows that i love her like a chicken loves a turkey He paused again. World passed through fields in space. - i like the cut. Cor - that was nice of him. To single out the cut of my jumper for special praise. I wasn't quite sure what he meant by it. I'd better check. - You like the cut of my jumper? He gazed at me disbelieving. Somewhere nand played 'sonic primrose'. - no. i was saying that i like the cut. its a music magazine that was produced in scotland in the late eighties. it featured pat kane, discussing the head bumps of muriel gray. they reviewed the first stone roses record in april nineteeneightynine, and gave it eight out of ten. His eyes drifted sideways, as though in a reverie. Again a low drone issued. - impossible that i should have known or you should have a clue that things would never be the same when we were dancing in july to the mid-period music of the brothers kane Stephie T could see that I was struggling. He tried to haul the keel back into shape. - Mr Jacobite Screenprinters, he asked, after what you said about Eno and Morrissey, I was wondering if you were ever a fan of the House of Love? stevie the low drama princes seemed to smile a dark lugubrious smile's corner. - its so silly it isnt really even tragic but darling you know how time flies swimming in your lonely eyes and everything is magic its true im blue ill never quite be thru with the dames names and the flawed chords purveyed by guy chadwick. Somewhere a piano player spun Huey Lewis. The scream split a floorboard. I made a note on my boy chart. Stephie T and stevie the marie lloyds affairs entered a deep discussion. A rumour floated that former members of green tamborine were in the building, but the claim was hazy. The Claim were hazy, too - no-one could seem to agree on whether any of their records had been any good, except a sturdy character in a 1954 World Cup T-shirt who bellowed affirmation. But that was miles away, in a watering-hole of a different volvic altogether, under oak beams and a stuffed mock-up of Henry's Cat; a pub in some City or other, guarded against Tories by dragons, or so the rumour went. It was a red herring, in this context: merely synchronous with Terence Stamp. Someone, somewhere, caught a bus. I realized that Stephie T was asking stevie the high peruvians about what instruments he'd be taking on the boat with him. How about a bass guitar? - au contraire les bass parts je prefere to be played upon a tuba i wouldnt have it any other way for all the collective farms in cuba Stephie nodded at me, and I scribbled this on a cribbed manger. It seemed like a useful tip for the future of our combo, after the marvels were capped and the quitters had called it quits. Marc Almond passed, eating cyanide. A gradual sense of novelty and strangeness, of life lived through some kind of convex lens, floated over us. Stephie and I looked at each other quizzically. We raised eyebrows at each other - only one apiece. We'd practised that for years. Slowly it became apparent that the whole thing was being videoed for posterity by Frank O'Hara, using a tiny camera inside his golden pocketbook. We turned black and white, then sepia. As 1900 rushed towards us - but from which direction? - Stephie pinpointed the source of our surprise. - Frank! he cried. I thought you were dead! The poet removed a fag from his mouth. - nah, he dragged in a white queen's accent, i just took a long lunch hour, is all. stevie the blue fire engines' manager appeared, carrying a piano. I shook her hand. She replied with vigour, more than I'd anticipated. Somewhere Bryan Adams' 'Into The Fire' played as I found myself flying across the room, knocking over burly Soft Rock fans on my way. Glass tinkled like ice. I stared up at a blue ceiling. I rose with only a few broken homes, rubbing my jumper. After tonight I had to look after this jumper. I'd better tell the kids about it asap. It dawned on me that her handshake had catapulted me into the toilets. I pulled out my matchbook again, leaned on the transparent urinal, looking at the people who live on the other side. Someone played Suicide. Or was it still Bryan Adams? Anyway, I pulled out a match and started to scrawl. Inspiration had struck, in the form of our encounter with stevie the contact lenders. I knew I had it in me now, the great song of my career, the summa of all I'd been trying to say. I nnoted the date in one corner - 24 July 2000 - and started to write. NOT FOR ALL THE SCHOOL BUSES IN CHERBOURG I remember that September When they were starting to doubt Clive Allen Honey, you should have cashed in your centimes At the chip shop Or the bureau de change It was going well. But I sensed eyes on me. I looked sideways, saw that another bouncer was seated in the lavatory area, looking askance and beady upon my pop-literary activities. I'd have to finish this later. Back in the bar stevie the fantastic meals' manager was playing a harp and a tambourine simultaneously. The sound quality seemed to have improved, though you could still make out Journey's hit 'Only Solutions', from the TRON soundtrack, underneath. Stephie T was articulating a theory of pop. It all came down to the conflict, he said, between Protestant individuality and Catholic guilt. stevie the five aegis didn't seem to buy it. He responded with bottomless whimsy. Yet he seemed serious. - sometimes when were dancing i recall those summer nights with lotte lenya but i wouldnt have them back again for all the lions in kenya He bought us cocktails. We never forgave him. We were enraptured. I spoke to stevie the journal pusher's sidekick. He said he'd sell me some bones, any time, for dollars down. Bowie was interested. Or was it Bowie? A piano player stuck on Blondie's 'Rapture'. stevie the idle hollies' harpist started to dance, singing in perfect tune along with the tuneless section about the man from Mars. Our revels were ending. We bought some Maltesers, but it didn't really do the trick. A member of the Go-Betweens passed. Pickily I felt that the quality of the company was declining. Stephie disagreed. We fell out over it. Picking ourselves off the floor and climbing back in through a bathroom window, we saw the waspish billboards the long crossword aces the roman orchids getting up to leave, with other tributary bands in tow. They had to go and practise for tomorrow. I imagined that sea-sickness could be a problem. Someone boiled a kettle of fish. It was liquid engineering. stevie the plastic babushkas left us with words of reassurance. They rhymed with 'abhorrence'. In the milky night Stephie and I made plans for the heartaches. We hardly ever saw each other again, for at least seventeen hours. I counted photographs of him. ________________________________________________________________________ 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. 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Sinister: on being new to submission and the dominant culture
by carle groome 31 Jul '00

31 Jul '00

hello nister sisters, i love this. in the morning, like bottles of milk, and each night, like the daily mail, i'm inundated and i welcome it! and not by glasses of gas for the lactose intolerant or 4th class bulk junk, but the intimate, humourous, coy, charming, passionate, eccentric (oh go on!) posts of the species belle&sebastianus pan globus! privy to the weird thoughts and odd interests, hinted perversions and (occasionally) pithy wit, i have found a reason to open my e-mail every day! (i know what you must say: "i hear that from all the boys!") so as this comes under the heading of virgin post, thought i'd pose a puzzler on a subject that pertains to the germaine of this particular plain. centuries past, when IYFS hit my laser, the title track fascinated me inordinately. ambiguity being one of my favorite things (esp. in language), the whole of b&s catalog keeps hitting me like the old fable of The Lady Or The Tiger(milk). (oh, incidentally, is there anyone around who still makes tapes of that august item for us US newbies?) (i know what you must say: cf.) but i digress. the song, IYFS, caught me because of the concepts that seemed to circle around the word "sinister". as you know, it also means "left-handed." but, being that the song contains no ref to anything "dexterous", it stumped me to go further in that direction. then i considered how much of the the message seemed to involve corrective remedies (?) to abberrant behaviours and the spiritual realm. (i.e. "she was into s&m and bible studies", etc.) and the repeated motif of "walking to death"... and then it hit--big sweaty feller with long pole striking brass Rank Organisation gong!--and things sort of fell into place. a bright lad named joseph campbell did these lectures on the comparitive philosophies of world religions and one of the one's i'd vidd'ied was on the hindu vedas. (altho' he used that as merely a point of departure to show that this pervaded native american folklore as well as african, arab, aborigine and eskimo, i think). there, he was talking about "the left hand path"--this is the hero's journey made when someone steps outside of the known realms of the kinship systems and tribal faiths (viz., "dexter" or "right-hand" path of the righteous and regular and, according to the distribution of the global demographic, the dominant hand) to find a solution to a disasterous situation or to grow beyond the accepted limits of power and prestige. and that journey has often been called the "death to the tribe" and also, invariably, begins with a long walk... then, there's also the question of the shaman's role in divining whether or not this is a worthy person for the task or, frequently, trying to dissuade him/her from taking the big leap ("...go off and see a minister..."). and as for the pervasive background sound of playgrounds, this isn't too far from, say, socrates at the agora, cautioning youth against accepting authority, even as he prods them with another "why". (perhaps that isn't enough evidence to proceed, but if you wish to put forward further arguements pro & con, you have the forum before you.) so then, it comes down to the fact that it would seem that a lot of us (and i by no means presume to speak for the whole), have, in what could be called our strange and beautiful (s&b) obsession with b&s, gone far from where the vendors of pop would have us perchance our purchase (1. to buy, to pay for; 2. to grab, to get a hold on--see? everything's subject to interpretation). we are, to one extent or another, following "the left hand path"/"feeling sinister" and, of course, at odds with the mass. (i hesitate to call them sheep--or "dolly's kids"--but...N'SYNC? Britney Spears?? Backstreet Boys??? Christina Aguilera??? did someone leave the xerox on?) so there you have it. is it thesis or feces? hope you enjoyed the trip. carle ps. sorry about all the parenthetical inclusions. just finished "infinite jest" and felt the urge to footnote. pss. oh, and i'm serious about tigermilk. i feel deprived! +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: shameless list abuse
by i'm done faking my rampages, thankyou very much 31 Jul '00

31 Jul '00

i know i know i know.. but.. i will include some actual b&s content at the bottom. i'm trying to start an e-zine... dedicated to women in the music industry... and i dont want it to be some small one person's point of view type zine.. i want it to be big and be written by a bunch of people... so.. if you're interested in being in that bunch of people, or just want more information.. please please please email me off list. either at this addy or at shakingthedoll(a)hotmail.com. ok, b&s content. belle and sebastian are not led by a female so they cannot be writen about in this 'zine. however, they may be alluded to if the Gentle Waves were written about, as they are led by a female. please do not kill me. xoxoxo Jes ________________________________________________________________________ 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: Loneliness MP3
by David White 31 Jul '00

31 Jul '00

Greetings folks, Just a quick post to let you know that I have just created an MP3 file of "Loneliness of a Middle Distance Runner" recorded when the band appeared on Sky TVs Apocalypse Tube thing last year. For those who have never heard the song or even those who have heard the current MP3 that's doing the rounds, I would strongly suggest downloading this one cos it's very good quality and of course it's well performed by the band themselves, (and the lyrics are much easier to hear than in any other MP3 of the song I've heard.) To download it visit my site www.belleandsebastian.freeserve.co.uk and either click on the link on the home page or visit the discography, select Unreleased tracks then click the download. On a related subject, I am introducing a Clubs and events page in my site soon, so if you run a club which would interest B&S fans anywhere in the world or you are organisaing an event (picnic or whatever) then send me an email with time, date, location and all the other details and I'll give it a link. That's all for now, Dave david(a)belleandsebastian.freeserve.co.uk +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: meet ups and hang ups...
by idle berry 31 Jul '00

31 Jul '00

Hello my sinister darlings, Well, seeing as I am back in Embra for the time being, at least until my gallant boyfriend comes to whisk me off to Bournemouth, I thought I'd offer you the chance to meet up with me? if anyone is up for it? I am going to a gig on Thursday 3rd August at the Tron in Embra, if any of you would like to come along and meet me. Its The Acoustic Underground at The Tron, with Neil Ashford. It starts at 7.30pm, and as I am going, thought any of you other high brow culture vulture festival goers might wanna pop along and say hello to me. Please feel free to e mail me and say if you wanna join me and meet up, as I would dearly like to meet some of my Scottish siblings. Was very sad I didn't get a chance to go to the sinister picnic, but this is my way of trying to make it up to you. In the meantime, heres a review of Mr Ashford from "Corduroy Smoke" The Embra indie darling fanzine. As for the hang up bit... well, my coat has a hook on it with which I am able to hang it up. arf. choke you later, Idles. corduroy smoke- The Edinburgh indie kid fanzine- SUMMER 2000 NEIL ASHFORD- CANNONS GAIT If music were a beverage, then this young man would almost certainly be coffee. Dark, strong, and incredibly addictive melodies. Not watered down, unlike most so-called acoustic bands that are currently making waves on the Edinburgh music circuit, Neil manages to blend beauty with a twist of bitterness in his lyrics. His voice is powerful, really, and quite possibly what could only be described as the tones of Thom Yorke and Stuart Murdochs lovechild. With a slightly scorched edge to it. Perhaps the best of these would have to be "Black River" with which Neil acomplishes what most muscians could only dream of. Black River launches us into a bitter, dark and haunting world of music, and recieves rounds of applause, not undeservingly, from a spellbound audience. While Neil remains a newcomer to the Edinburgh music scene, he is certainly injecting a much needed kick up the arse of acoustic music as it now stands. RATING: Starbucks could use this recipe for potency. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Kick off your party with Yahoo! Invites. http://invites.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. 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 don't think he's a real punk boy
by Robert Brennan 31 Jul '00

31 Jul '00

Hello Birthdays are BLUDDY GRATE aren't they. Even when you have to go to work and get called an old giffa (only 25 fer gawds sake!) and then they present you with an inflatable sex doll painstakingly constructed from ordinary ballons. Ace. And then there's the pressies like record tokens ('the gift that keeps on giving' I suppose is a better slogan than 'like money but more limited') and the booze... Oh the bouze... Going down the pub for absolutely AGES and suddenly realising that you and your friends are in reality comic geniuses and everything you say never fails to make everyone laugh... And waking up the next day in a previously unparallelled amount of pain and suddenly there's the crushing realisation that a third of your life has disappeared only to be recycled as hilarious anecdotes by you, your family and your friends (they were laughing with me and not at me weren't they?)... Oh and going shopping guilt free 'cos its your birthday and you're allowed to indulge - am I the only boy who actually enjoys shopping? - and buy clothes you might only ever wear once. And TONS of CDs like Sulk by The Associates which has just been re-released and is a phucking wonderful glittery slice of mad 80s decadence. If only Billy Mackenzie were still alive and wailing today. And spending the whole of Sunday in the pub. Or even better a number of pubs. By the sea. Drinking. But I don't need it to be my birthday to do that. Everyone should really - better than church any day - and they don't water down the wine. Sorry again. Robster P.S. Might be some content in the next post - oh who am I kidding? ____________________________________________________________ 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: People magazine review Fold Your hands Child, You Walk Like A Peasant
by John F. Monroe 31 Jul '00

31 Jul '00

The new issue of People magazine (cover date August 7, 2000) has a review, on page 47. I'll just give the 'bottom line': "Lugubious fare". I basically agreed with the review, when it states ' pleasant enough but not all that compelling', as I like about half of it, and the other half I don't really think about or remember. There is also a picture of Stevie and Stu M. as part of the review. +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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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by tim ellsworth 31 Jul '00

31 Jul '00

I was at work the other day and I was reading this issue of NME and it had this article about who was the new Moz. It had people like Jarvis Cocker and Moby but it also Stuart from Belle and Sebastian. You guys might have already written about this, if so i'm sorry. I don't see how he really compares to Morressey except maybe his moody lyrics. He only got 2/10, 10 being the closest to Morressey, which made me wonder what the point was to even include him. Jarvis Cocker only got 6 and that's who I would have picked, they even compared Moz himself to his old days and he lost. So no one got higher than 6/10. On a seperate note I'm going to my friends wedding this upcoming Saturday which is weird because we only graduated high school last June. I found out like two other people are getting married too. People say they are because they have been together for like three years and they love eachother but they have their whole loves ahead of them and they're sure to meet many more interesting people. oh well this is a terrible entry to the list, i can't concentrate and i'm still sleepy so i'll just stop and send it now and regret writing it later. tim ________________________________________________________________________ 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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