October 2001 - Sinister - missprint.org

Sinister: indie dreamteam
by caleb ben moore 16 Oct '01

16 Oct '01

1. robert smith---the cure 2. robin guthrie---cocteau twins 3. serge gainsbourg---yeah laugh all you want :) 4. david bowie 5. morrissey 6. ian curtis*----joy division 7. elizabeth fraser#---cocteau twins 8. stuart murdoch--b&s 9. peter murphy---bauhaus/solo 10. stephen merritt---magnetic fields/the 6ths/future bible heroes/gothic archies 11. lisa gerrard#---dead can dance/solo * dead # female subs: michael gira--swans ronny moorings---clan of xymox andrew eldritch---sisters of mercy kevin shields---my bloody valentine stuart braithwaite----mogwai blixa bargeld----the bad seeds/einsturzende neubauten peter hook----new order ===== And when I'm lying in my bed I think about life and I think about death and neither one particularly appeals to me and if the day came when I felt a natural emotion I'd get such a shock I'd probably lie in the middle of the street and die I'd lie down and die ------morrissey __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Make a great connection at Yahoo! Personals. http://personals.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the 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 +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: sHe LoVes It WheN he SiNgS LiKe eLviS...
by velocity farewell 16 Oct '01

16 Oct '01

hello the sinisteR typeS! how have you all been? it's been a while eh? I kept thinking i should post but my lazy nature would always find excuses not to... then I read my LauRal's post today and it inspiRed me to write... LauRal mou, i loved the e.e.cummings' poem... but i think that there's a lesbian aura that's started surrounding spinister-ism... people might think that being single and maintaining this divine maid state is just a way to hide our homosexuality... well, let them think what they want... we're happy by ourselves, our spookydog and by sipping strawberry tea sitting at our porch commenting on the passers by, aren't we? cats? they're so last year darling!! not to mention le cupid that lives in our dungeon... and yes, laural told no lies, cupid's become a master indeed on chocolate maroon cakes and not only! But time has come for us to make the ultimate sacrifice... we have to be apart from cupid at least for a while until world peace's restored... you see, we believe that the only way to do that is by using cupid in ways you can't imagine... but you'll read all about it in our next spinisterine post... It's OctobeR already... tis been 3 months since i left fair ol' britain... i went to the british council the other day and they told me that i had a good chance of being accepted in glasgow's fine arts school... well, i'll have to pay some fees but i can manage hopefully... so my plans of moving there are still on... my mum, honey's aunt tasouli, will visit me in glasgow too and she's planning to amaze glaswegians with her spicy mediteranean cuisine!! A while ago someone wrote about me that i reminded them of Jane Austen... sorry i can't remember your name... I don't know if you meant that as a compliment, i can't really remember your post now, but i took it as a compliment coz i love miss austen... then i read my llew's post and Mark Twain's comments about austen and i thought i should reply to that too... You see you should always consider the era an author has lived in... besides that, i love the way austen writes about 19th century england... it's weird but whenever i feel depressed or scared i always go and take one of my austen books to read for the x-th time... i love re-reading them... i have them all... when my ex visited me recently he was really surprised to see that i had all her books!! he's never read any austen books and he thought, well, let's say that he agrees with mr twain's opinion... but austen's not simple... there's more under the surface... Sir Walter Scott wrote about Austen in 1816, "austen's work and her characters remind us of the flemish school of painting. Her themes are not always refined and, by no means, never pompous; but they're given in such a truthfulness and accuracy that pleases the reader". But i tend to agree with E.M. Forster, one of my fave authors, who wrote in 1923: "I do confess that i too belong in the party of Austenites and thus, being slightly stupefied with Jane Austen. Oh my slow-witted phraseology, the unbattered by fire on which i place it, how much they must enrage, let us say, a stevensonite! But Jane Austen is something else! She is my favourite author! I read and re-read her work, with my mouth open and my mind shut. Settled down in endless pleasure, I salute her by the name of the kindest hostess whilst the critical ability is asleep. The austenite has such an insignificant wit compared to the one that he so open-handedly attributes to his idol. Like the devoted christians that go to church so often that they stop paying any attention to the text."... and miss Virginia Woolf wrote that austen was the perfect woman author and that her talents were in a uniquely perfect balance... Ok, that's it for miss austen... sorry if i've bored you to tears with all that but one has to cherrish her (his) obsessions, right? and defend them when needed! My precious gingerfox told me that Jonathan Richman was playing in London on Saturday!! i was so so jealous... but it's my greedy nature that makes me jealous... I saw richman live twice... first time was 10 years ago and i was indeed (like sir w.scott would say) stupefied!! and i saw him again 4 years ago and it was weird but he looked as if not one day had passed by since the last time i had seen him... lucky londonsods! i hope you all went to that gig!! I'm wearing my old wranglers today in Jonathan's honour as he sings that "he never wears levis just wranglers!"!! That was all for now daaahlins! and by writting "dahling" it's just hit me!!! STAYC!!COME BACK SOON OR I'LL DISOWN YOU!! Take care the lot of you... Vel xxx PS: The PF!! I'll write to you soon... i'm sorry i haven't replied yet but i've been so very busy, not to mention that my internet connection at home's dead!! I miss talking with you loads... i've come up with some new ideas about music-genre-bastardisation that i think you'd appeciate!! the same goes for my Sally... about my delay in replying that is... PpS: Cabbagio big hugs!! and give my love to little spRout!! tell her that once i'm back we'll go dancing again... PppS: Happy BiRthday to all the october-children... Ppps: all of you uk-ers should go and see tompaulin live.. here are the dates: 24th october - mean fiddler,london(supporting cinerama) 25th october - oxford (venue as yet unknown) 31st october - the basement, chelmsford, bitterscene __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Make a great connection at Yahoo! Personals. http://personals.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the 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 +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: Bob Dylan and my Dad.
by Tim Banning 16 Oct '01

16 Oct '01

Hello All. Well, I saw Bob Dylan last night. I'll say it was really cool, but honestly I'm a bit confused by it all. You see, I can't remember a time when I was like oh, Bob Dylan, he's cool. (except when I asked my mom who he actually was one time when I was like 7 and thought he was one of the Beatles) My little brother was named after him, Dylan being his middle name. So, you'll understand when I felt sad when my dad left one ticket at home after we had driven 40 minutes to the venue. He drove back and after about an hour and a half into the set my dad showed up. So in-between worrying if my dad was ever going to see this guy or if he crashed on the way I was watching Dylan rock out. And by golly he can rock out, the man is an amazing guitar player and his band was as tight as could be. He played for two hours and about twenty minutes too! and he's 60! The true joy of going to see this show was hanging out with my dad and watch him throw up a peace sign to dylan on stage as he acknowledged the audience... It looks like I'm going to have to shave (or at least) buzz my head in the next week or so. I'm feeling very self conscience about it. Up until 2 years ago I had really long hair, and now, for a play I'm doing I have to buzz my head weird. I really just don't want to walk around like a skin head is all, and I don't really wear hats. I had the Idea of wearing glasses at work (though I don't need them) so that my tip's don't suffer do to my lumpy headed appearance. I don't know maybe it won't be so bad. My brother, whom i mentioned before likes the Jonathan David CD. well at least Carriage Clock, he's 12. I can't get the strokes and ben folds out of my head though. Even at the dylan concert, unfortunately. I'm going to go see Ben Folds at a bowling alley on Wend. in L.A. "bowling with ben". I'm looking forward to it. The room I'm in right now smells like cat barf. It's really gross, though I can't find the source of the smell, other than the cat it self. I got some fillings today, My first ones, weird I know, it didn't hurt. I'm falling asleep, goodnight. or day. take care, tim _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the 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 +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: The Boy with the Golden Goo
by JAMES GILMER 16 Oct '01

16 Oct '01

Hullo Sinister Kiddies, In case anyone had any doubts, Miss Elise Spry is an angel. Not only did she let me crash on her sofa, but she gave me a grand tour of Madison and took me to the absolute best places for breakfast. Sean's an ace chap as well, and the two of them make an astonishingly cute couple, the other Chicago picnic peeps can back me up on this. I introduced the two of them to wonders of Red Bull and Vodka, because I wish everyone to share in the wonder that is that magickal drink. They were willing converts. I was quite pleased to see that Elise enjoyed the Moldy Peaches. Run, do not walk, to your local record shop (or shoppe) and buy their self-titled album. It is the crowning achievement of skank-rock. My hair goo is ICE Spiker, and I likes it because it makes my hair all spikey without making it all nasty and slimy. It has Elise's seal of approval. The Sinister Chicago picnic went well, even if it seemed like the weather conspired against us. Somehow we survived the mad flooding to meet-up at the Art Institute and go out for dinner. Stine infected me with the phrase "Punk Rock", and now that's become my new exclimation. I intend to infect as many people as possible. If you find yourself shouting "PUNK ROCK!" in an exclimation of happiness, blame Stine, she started it. Also in attendence was the lovely Nikki and Adam, Sinister's Man in Chicago. Adam's got the hook-up, he knows the score. You need to find the subway? You need to find a place to eat? You need to find a table? Adam is the Man with the Plan. Both Elise and Sean insist that I look like 'Jack' from TV's Will & Grace "from the right angle". What angle that is I'm not sure of, and since I've never seen Will & Grace I don't know if looking like Jack is a good or bad thing, but they did seem to find me saying "Just Jim!" extremely funny. Needless to say, the Chicago picnic was a blast and a good time was had by all. Elise and Sean were excellent hosts and made for a very cool weekend. In the world of Sinister Laura Llew mentioned her love of Carson McCullers, a love I share. I do believe I'm the one who introduced Miss Llew to the wonder that is McCullers, everyone should give THE HEART IS A LONELY HUNTER a read, it's a work of brilliance matched only by CATCHER IN THE RYE and TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD. If you don't belive me, just listen to Llew, she wouldn't steer you wrong. Lovely LLew also said: "Plus, HUGE SHOUTS, much admiration, love, hugs, kisses, and general overall worship to JIMMY G who had my future cabanna boy, Stuart Murdoch, autograph a ticket to one of the western B&S shows for me" Awww, she makes me blush, she does. I must admit I didn't mention the cabanna boy business to Stu, I didn't want to tip him to Lil Llew's kidnapping plots. Fear the Llew and her Love Dungeon, it has claimed many a brave soul. Lola mentioned "le fabuleux destín d'amélíe poulaín", I've heard a lot of good things about this, mostly from my UK friends, is this playing anywhere in the states yet? *sigh* I suppose I'll have to wait for the US DVD release. I've been reading a bit of Iain Sinclair this weekend, WHITE CHAPPELL, SCARLET TRACINGS to be exact. Utterly mad stuff and a joy to watch Sinclair do rude things to the English language. Oh, and go see GHOST WORLD, it's ace. If you like it you should buy the graphic novel by Dan Clowes, it's quite ace as well, and the source material for the movie. *sigh* It's almost a shame we're all so scattered across the globe, after meeting up with the absolutly brilliant people that are the Chi-town crew, I almost wish we did have that Sinister village out there somewhere. I think there's only one way to sum up the past weekend and the Sinister peeps: "PUNK ROCK!" Jim "I don't know what I'd do with myself if I had to be on the lookout for the Antichrist all the goddamned time." - Fiddlegirl _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the 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 +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: Nashville's Mini Picnic
by colin thornton 16 Oct '01

16 Oct '01

I'm sorry I couldn't make it to the Chicago picnic, but I had a little picnic of my own in Tennessee. Malaprop Amy visited me at my brother's wedding in Nashville and we had an awesome time. Ms. Amy Bancroft didn't come to the actual wedding, so she missed the bagpipes-- but she met ALL my family and several strangers at the reception and we danced all night long. I must say, though, that if anybody needs a lovely date for a wedding reception, then they should contact Amy. What a doll! I'll let Ryan slide this time, since I've been cheating on my Rachel, but he better be nice to my girl or I'll make sure he stays in the nursery. Just kidding, Ryan. Rachel tells me that this Ryan kid is a hardcore gangsta thug who might bust a cap in my ass, so I'm going to leave him be for now. Just be good to my girl is all I'm sayin'. Love and hugs and kisses, Colin _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the 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 +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: They told EE Cummings to use capital letters. Would he? no! Little n. Little o.
by Laura Llew 15 Oct '01

15 Oct '01

A great writer is the friend and benefactor of his readers. - Macaulay Spinisterines! Velocity Girl and Aunt Sadie - I hope that you'll forgive me for writing in such a public forum where usually only posts to Sinisterines as a whole are welcomed. As I have told you in earlier correspondence, I was emulating the poet Milton by spending my youth in seclusion, medication, and study in order to perfect my craft of writing as he did; the world's cataclysmic intemperance has thrust me into the world in the most cavalier manner; my system in is still in a state of flux. It is my only hope that my public post will somehow strike a chord with someone who is desperately in need of my wisdom which might prove to be, naturally, everyone. As I was wearing the soles of my New Balances down to a mere silver of crepe rubber on the old flagstone banquettes of the streets of a small western town in western Carolina my fevered attempt to wrest a living from an unthinking and uncaring society, I was hailed by a cherished old acquaintance (deviate). A few minutes of conversation in which I established most easily my moral superiority over this degenerate, I found myself pondering once more the crises of our times. My mentality, uncontrollable and wanton as always, whispered to me a scheme so magnificent and daring that I shrank from the very thought I was hearing. "Stop!" I cried imploringly to my godlike mind. "This is madness." But still I listened to the counsel of my brain. It was offering me the opportunity to save the world from it's degeneracy. However, it involves Cupid. La Cupid still keeps his own counsel, thereby proving himself even wiser than we had originally thought upon kidnapping him eight months ago - especially since he discovered the oven in the dungeon and is baking up some of the most excellent chocolate macaroon cookies you've ever sunk your teeth into (unless you're Aunt Sadie and then it's lost your teeth in). I hate to lose him (the cookies so soft and chewy) but I suppose if it's for the world it can be managed. There will be more details forthcoming. I find, dear Spinisterines, that I have grown accustomed to the hectic pace of a single bookshop girl and blooming into the picture perfect old maid (though, at the moment, sans cats), an adjustment which I had no doubt I could make. Of course, it is true that in my brief career at the bookshop, I have succeeded in initiating several work-saving methods. Those of you who are fellow bookshop girls and find yourselves reading this incisive journal during a coffee break or such might take note of one or two of my innovations. I direct these observations to officers and tycoons, also. I have taken to arriving at the office one hour later than I am expected. Therefore, I am far more rested and refreshed when I do arrive, and I avoid that bleak first hour of the working day during which my still sluggish senses and body make every chore a penance. I find that in arriving later, the work which I do perform is of a much higher quality. My innovation in connection with the Romance section of the store must remain a secret for the moment, for it is rather revolutionary, and I shall have to see how it works out. In theory the innovation is magnificent. However, I will say that the brittle and yellowing papers in the Harlequins constitute a fire hazard. A more special aspect that may not apply in all sections is that Romance novels seem to attract ladies who obviously should be spending their time on other things instead of dreaming of that which will never happen. Or that which I hope will never happen to them for their sakes. It's a bit like porn - who wants to be out there thinking, "Where's my really ugly guy from New Jersey with a hairy back and a bizarrely large penis?" I might have to also implement this plan (you would like it - it involves fire) with the wedding planners as well. A young lady just came into the store to purchase one and she was beaming disgustingly. Oh they say that women glow when they're in love or about to have children but they would also glow if exposed to large amounts of radiation and about to birth three headed phreaks as well so I'm not one to mark this as a positive thing. Other than developing plans to save the world and the bookshop, I've been involved with autumn roadtrips. I just finished giving Hubris (my stalwart steed) his yearly bath. He's quite picky about them and always complains that he'll just become dirty again so I usually only make him let me wash him every so often. He's a wise automobile. However, I find that his gratitude to me is superiorly lacking. I love him tenderly and he finds the need to decide that he would much rather spend more time in upper state New York than I originally had planned. (He obviously doesn't realize that as southerners that we're in enemy territory). After six miles of walking, eight hours of waiting in a mechanic's shop, and several minutes trying to explain to the mechanic that when I said "I would like a water pump for my car" that "That sounds like a fair exchange" wasn't the response for which I was hoping - we finally emerged out of autohell and escaped home. Too bad I can't do it again sooner. After two years in Sinister, I'm meeting my first person from this fair village when they come to stay with me for a couple of weeks. This is what I get for e-mailing someone to tell them they write wonderful posts. They seem to be exquisitely lovely but then again when you're thousands of miles away - even I seem to be charming. Sucker. I shan't tell you their name just in case they annoy me and I have to kill them. After the cupid incident, the police are suspicious of me. There isn't much to do around here and so my plans for entertainment are narrow. Naturally, I shall take him to the local post office so he can see the man with the frosted mullet. That's always a highpoint of visiting here. Of course, I also plan a poetry recital during that time period to practice for Halloween when I shall be Isadora Quagmire (http://www.lemonysnicket.com/tc_isadora.html and yes, I plan to do that exact expression for the entire day) and speak only in couplets. On that dark night of poetry, I'm hoping that the only other member of my audience will be some desperately lonely old male librarian who saw a light in the window of the lecture hall and hopefully came in to escape the cold and the horrors of his personal hell (realizing years before that bookshops were superior but being too proud to admit to it so he kept being transferred from branch to brooklyn branch and becoming so desperate at times that he even considered moving to Iowa). There in the hall, his stooped figured sitting alone before the podium, sinister visitor trying to quietly sneak out the door, my squeaky voice echoing among the empty chairs and hammering boredom, confusion, and sexual reference deeper and deeper in the the poor wretchs' skulls until they're confounded to the point of hysteria. It will be delightful and I'm sorry that you can't make it. Vel, thank you very kindly for you poem about autumn. In exchange, here lies my favorite e.e. cummings poem in honor of his birthday which according to Raucous Rich was yesterday. It seems to be the week, nay I say month, of many a great one's birthday - Bill Harris & Starfire Davey whose birthdays are this week and to Brier, Jeremy, Tom Y, and someone else obvious who I'm forgetting whose birthdays are later this month. Somewhere I have never traveled gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence: in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which I cannot touch because they are too near your slightest look easily will enclose me though I have closed myself as fingers, you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens (touching skillfully, mysteriously) her first rose or if your wish be to close me, I and my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly, as when the heart of this flower imagines the snow carefully everywhere descending; nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility: whose texture compels me with the color of its' countries, rendering death and forever with each breathing (I do not know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses) nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands. "Nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands" is a line akin to Parker's "lips that taste of tears, they say, are the best for kissing" (not that I do any) in that I often find myself curled up with it late in the night. I have found that if you don't have enough time to read all of the sinister posts that just getting to Rachel the Fruitloops will give you all the highlights - a bit like just glancing at the top of post office mullet boy's head. Your working girl, Laura Llew PS - As you can tell, I'm still enamored with John Kennedy Toole but there's no reason to fret since I seriously doubt even if he was resurrected anytime soon that he would now be heterosexual. PPS - I've also now fallen in love with Carson McCullers. However, there is also no doubt that she will be resurrected and discover she is homosexual. PPPS - The Humberta Humberta in me has also fallen for that little minxette Junie B. Jones. With sums of her tales in her trysts with fruitcake that read as "Junie B. wins the Cake Walk, she chooses the bestest cake of all - the one wrapped in sparkly aluminum foil. How was she to know it was a lethal weapon?" it was hard for me to resist. PPPPS - I'm also in love with Duncan Quagmire (http://www.lemonysnicket.com/tc_duncan.html) but as I will be playing his sister for Halloween - the ardor is currently being kept under tabs PPPPPS - Pecan pie will do for now. _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the 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 +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Re: Sinister: Beano on the Radio
by debbie spiers 15 Oct '01

15 Oct '01

that's funny, cause i thought he was talking about Benno Radio and had just punned a bit. especially speaking of internet stations...does anyone else listen to Benno? some of you must agree he's tops... >If anyone finds themselves sitting next to a computer with speakers >tomorrow >(Friday 12th), you could do worse than listen to Hi-Karate radio on.. >www.radiomagnetic.com/Listen/index.htm >between 4 and 6 PM. There you will find Beans Geddes doing a DJ set. It'll >be archived, but it'll be more exciting live. >Cheers, > >Neil > > > > >+-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ > +---+ Brought to you by the 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 > +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ > +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ > +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ > +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ > +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ > +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ >+-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the 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 +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: Well,I can see that river whenever I think about them
by Dimitra 15 Oct '01

15 Oct '01

Today I woke up when I usually go to bed. At about half seven. I don't think I've been up before twelve in the last two months, and I had missed the way the morning feels. I spent an hour trying to get back to sleep and then I got up and spent a few hours jumping around the house -which is a total mess- while my bitchy brother was asleep. Waking up early might suck in general, but this time it was great fun. The whole morning stretching in front of me, so many things I could do. I was excited. (And sleepy.) Looking for inspiration, I read a few posts while eating breakfast. And I noticed Lloyd Cole was mentioned once again. So I went back in my room and tried to guess which one of the various boxes, in which most of my stuff still lies -I moved three weeks ago, but well-, were my Lloyd Cole cds. Then I went back and played Rattlesnakes to myself while finishing my breakfast. Which -the song- inspired me to make half a tape. And to writing five emails. I think I mentioned Lloyd Cole in all of them. That, along with the jumping around, was all I did all the morning and noon. But I enjoyed it a lot. Here comes the part about the weather: it has, eventually, got chilly. In a way that makes you sure it won't be warm again, at least not after the sun sets. And it was cloudy. And grey. Which is quite rare around here. I know cloudy and grey can be depressing, but when it's the first time in six months, it's exciting. And it reminded me of a train journey last August from Paris to Munster (that's somewhere in north-western Germany), which made it all more exciting. It also made me wish I was still looking at the world the way I was during that train journey. When everything was clear and colourful, and I felt strong and ready for whatever was to come. It was a wonderful feeling and it made me be really happy for a whole week. Happy as in waking up smiling every morning and taking pleasure in everything I did. That was two months ago, and this morning, at half eight, I realised that by now I had lost this feeling completely. And I wished really hard it would come back. I think my wish had some effect. Although not the one I wished for -at least not yet. Because that had been one of the craziest days of my life. The weird thing about it is I spend most of it in front of the computer. And next to the phone. And also listening to Lloyd Cole; all day; which got me feeling heartbroken. But it's kind of an illusion. Because I'm not heartbroken. I feel lost. And weird, and tense. And a bit sad. [All my friends in this town are pissed off with me. So I have no one to talk to tonight. Some of them will change their mind soon and love me again. Some won't, I guess. (There were two of them)] But not heartbroken. I think there's something good to it. I think it's one of this days that are weird cause they're the start of something different. Love, and all the things that make you feel and care, Dimitra +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the 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 +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: rain and picnics and love and hair goo
by elise j. spry 15 Oct '01

15 Oct '01

Hullo everyone, Looks like no one's posted yet about last weekend's Chicago shenanigans, at least I've not seen a post yet. So looks like I get to go first, and include some of my own goings-on too! So I *finally* got to meet my list crush, Sweet Sean from Maryland last Wednesday night. He is the mostest wonderfulest boy on the face of this earth, and a sharp dresser & good kisser to boot. It was the best five days of my entire life, almost magical. Jim G got into Madison on Friday, and we all saw Ghost World, which we all recommend. Go see it, run don't walk!! Jim is totally awesome! He shared his hair goo with me, even though I already have five or six different kinds. I liked his goo quite a bit. Jim also played good music in the car. Now I understand what all the fuss is about the Moldy Peaches! And as if all that wasn't enough, he introduced Sean and I to Red Bull & vodka. Nectar of the gods, indeed! Then on Saturday, the rain, rain, rain, came down, down, down. In the car we listened to a CD Rachel made me; she was there in spirit, and said spirit probably saved us from drowning when we drove through seven foot deep "puddles". Me and Sean and Jim G made it to Stine's house anyway, and met up with Adam and Nikki; we then snuck into the Art Institute and got dinner at Uno's. Gooood times. Oh, and we got to ride the subway. ******* I'll stop now, cos I'm getting distracted by missing Sean terribly. He just drove back to Maryland this morning, and if I close my eyes, I can still feel his soft cashmere sweater (oooh, posh!) Bye everybody!! love and blue skies, -elise __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Make a great connection at Yahoo! Personals. http://personals.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the 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 +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: the magnificent seven.
by Astrid Wiezell 15 Oct '01

15 Oct '01

hello, hello. the magnificent seven is on tv tonight. I´m thinking of seeing it, not because interesting at all, but just because it´s mentioned in the inlay in tigermilk. I am such a NERD, ah! It´s so weird. I realised today, how much B&S really do MEAN to me, they´re like this drug that poisons you (but in a good way, if you get what I mean), and you just never can get ENOUGH of them. Well, at least I can´t. I even got this picture of Struan on the wall, right beside my pillow and I kiss it goodnight every night and not because I would actually like to kiss this 17 year older little man (wait, maybe I would, Ah, Well I´ve changed my mind, I DO want to kiss him because he is so truly beautiful) but because It´s just like he is so REAL (no, I´m not hallucinating). Belle and Sebastian are real, they are real persons which is so much better than all these stars that are so thin and wear too much make-up and only sings about stupid things. But Belle and Sebastian feels like persons that you would meet in the local record shops or sit beside on a bus on your way home, or maybe just have as a friend. They are so lovely and I don´t think I´ll ever stop loving them. I´ve been e-mailing off-list with Daniel, and the swedish sinister meet-up will probably be a winterpicninc! In the snow! No foxes, though, but probably some sinisterines! Oh, that would be so lovely, drinking hto chocolate, eating sandwiched and play in the snow. Yes, we actually said that was what we were going to do, and I think it sounds absolutely wonderful! I´m listening ot disco renaissance right now. I love it, it´s such a grate song. You´ll go disco and I´ll go my way... mmmm... I love to sing. I don´t do it very well, but still I do it all the time. I always sing along to things, so, a bit of advice: Don´t ever, and I mean EVER ride in a car with me if you aren´t really tolerant with singing along and me never staying on one radiostation for more than one song, or me switching cd:s/tapes all the tape. I am horrible in cars. I´ve been thinking of when i have kids, which I hope I will some day. I was imagining me driving my kids to school, and I would sit there, listening to B&S, and my kids would go "MUM, please, not ben and sebastian again!" "Belle and Sebastian, they´re called Belle and Sebastian. And what´s wrong with them? They´re grate" "NO; they´re horrible, turn it off, it´s rubbish. I HATE Belle and Sebastian!!!!!" "You know you don´t mean that!" "Yes I do, they´re just stupid cardigan clad people who made music for other outcasts and geeks and people who wear cardigans!" "It´s my car, I´ll decide what we are going to listen to!" *Sings along to Le pastie de la bourgeoise, and can´t do it very well* *Kid sulks* I mean, think about it. What kind of world would it be if your kids would think "being a rebel" or just making your parents angry, would be listening to S Club 7 or Steps or something like that. Ahhh! I get all panicked thinking of it. I know there will be one day when I come to realise that my kids think of me as a nerd who listens to nerdy popmusic. Ok, I´m 15, I´m not really planning to start getting kids soon or anything. But I just get really upset (or amused) when thinking of stuff like that. It´s weird though, you have to admit that! Oh yes, by the way I... I forgot what I really wanted to say with all this. Did I want to say something? Hmm. I had to take some leaves home with me today. There´s just LEAVES everywhere you go, it´s like big oceans of leaves, and they are all beautiful, yelloworangered in different shades and with different looks. I brought five home I think. And I know that when I do my christmascleaning, I wil find them, dried up, under lots of papers and some cds, they will by then have turned brown and they will be mashed, and I´ll swear and think "Why did I pick up some leaves and decide to take them home?!" What the hell am I doing, really? This post really is bad, and I am aware of it. Lots of love and leaves to you all, Astrid xxx P.S Anyone ever thought of naming their kids after something B&S, or just with like a favourite caracter in a book or a writer or a person in a movie or something. Or is it just me being sick? Take care. _________________________________________s_p_r_a_y_ Här börjar Internet! Skaffa gratis e-mail och gratis Internet på http://www.spray.se Ny chatt på Spray! Fartyget M/S Spray har anlänt till http://www.spray.se/ohoj +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the 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 +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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