February 2001 - Sinister

Sinister: Purple purple la la la la purple
by JENOWL22＠aol.com 25 Feb '01

25 Feb '01

Hewwo, Have you ever noticed how all the best things in the world are purple? Like Ribena, and Shy Violet from Rainbow Brite. And my new tights. I went to Braehead shopping centre yesterday. It wasn't that much fun, we got lost on the way there and my parents had a huge row about it. Then we stopped off and asked a Stagecoach driver where it was, and he told us we were 60 miles away from it, which was a lie, cause we were actually only half an hour's drive. But then. that's Stagecoach for you. But I had to sit with my little brother, and he's a moke. He's only 16 months younger than me, but he has a mental age of six. He kept saying about how he wanted to join the IRA, so he didn't need to do any exams, cause he'd just be killing children, and he was being serious. Then he kept taking his ear wax out and showing me it, and flicking it about the car, and eating it and stuff, and my dad went off on a radge, cause he gets so annoyed when my brother acts up. But Braehead was all full of hard kids shops, mostly, so I spent quite a lot of time in the Games Workshop, because they had all the new high elf cavalry in. And I bought purple tights, and a purple shirt, and a purpley red dress, because I like purple. It's weird cause I look really ugly in purple, but I'm addicted to it. Purple... And in the evening, I went to see Hannibal. I got in, and everything, even though it's an 18 and i'm only 15. But I had to leave half an hour into the film, because it was pretty sick. Cause I wasn't too sure what it was all about, except that it was a guy who kills people, as I haven't seen silence of the lambs. I'm not that bothered about blood and guts and gore and stuff on films, usually, cause I can just sit and go "oh well". I thought the Exorcist was really funny, and I made really silly comments all through What Lies Beneath. But it wasn't all the scariness that bothered me, or the gore (cause remember that I'm the girl that people who don't like me send pictures of dead mutilated babies to), but it just made me feel sick that people paid money to go and enjoy that, even though it wasn't real. It was kind of depraved, or something. Anyway, I let my friends think it was cause I was a wuss. They wouldn't have understood moral objection. They think I'm a freak cause I won't get on Stagecoaches. I got a 2 in one of my prelims. I'm so ashamed. What if I get a 2 in my standard grades, that would be a pure nightmare. My teacher wasn't happy about my discursive essay. I chose about why gay people shouldn't get spat on and why cardinal winning is a stupid Nazi with something that crawled up his big celibate arse and died. Only in better English. And with more references to politics and stuff. She wasn't happy, cause i go to a catholic school, you see. She said it was a rant. But i didn't see Richard the Nazi getting a fail for his essay entitled "Why Homosexuals are an Affront to Society and Should be Put Down". And it's just a small point, but why is it so bad to call Cardinal Winning "Mr Winning"? Do I really have to bow down at his feet and call him "The Almighty Lord Most High of the Church Oh Mr Infallible We All love You You Are Such a Smartypants and We Completely Agree that Gays are Evil and George Bush is a Fit Leader of America"? I didn't really think so either. And I don't bluddy like my RE teacher either. Ian's coming up to stay in April. It's going to be grate. I was dancing to Le Pastie de la Bourgouisie just there, but I didn't realise that the Hard Kids could see in my window. I went red. I know the dead parrot sketch off by heart. I really want to get Final Fantasy 9, but my Playstation's dead at the moment. I have FF7 and FF8, and they're well good. FF7 has a better plot, but FF8 isn't anime, so you can take it seriously. But the system with the GF's is easier in FF7. *Warning, another rant about James the Ginger perv* Getting into Final Fantasy is the only good thing that came out of being friends with James the giner perv. The him forcing himself on me part was less fun, as was the him putting condoms in my bag for my mum to find, and him breaking my bra, and him phoning me up all the time begging for phone sex, and him thinking he could do all this and it was ok because he is actually a god-like mage lord guy who is trapped in human form until the forces of chaos restore him to his rightful position as leader of the mortal realm. That part was less good. Why do my friends and boyfriends always end up as either rapists, sadists, stalkers, mormons or nutjobs? Anyway, that's my moaning about James the Ginger Perv done for today. I never get tired of bitching about him. Ok, bye bye. Hugs, Jen +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: my karma ran over my dogma
by chris perriman 25 Feb '01

25 Feb '01

desmond: ...theres still some snow left on the grass from last nights brief flurry of bizzaro weather...its like summer outside but the flowerpots are covered...maybe its the last gasp of winter before *aaaah* spring comes along at last...this seems to have been the longest winter ever...things just drag when the sun sleeps..... it was great last might, sitting im my darkened bedroom staring out of the window at the flurries of snow past the streetlamp opposite, changing direction on the merest whim, sigur ros travelling from vinyl to tape via speakers as a gift to a friend who's moving to australia on tuesday before starting uni at oxford in the autumn, lucky bastard. my thoughts and worries easily drifted away with the snow but they'll be there waiting for me as it melts away in a couple of days just leaving dirty slush by the edges of roads and sleeples nights to contend with. i suppose he'll miss summer here and get three winters in succession but australian winters aren't famed for their harshness. this morning the flowers were just poking through the remains of last night's weather in the park. spring must be on it's way as the cycle of anticipation continues, i really want summer to be here, daylight lasting longer and not having to wear a jacket every time i leave the house, but i will feel the exact opposite as autumn starts kicking in as i did last year and the year before that. has this taken 15 minutes?, i think so is there any content?, none at all tough luck see you later pez* www.pez.com - the wonderful world of pez ;0) ivorytowers.8m.com - ivory towers records _________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.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 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: norway,flower pots and the sunday times....
by Desmond Torpey 25 Feb '01

25 Feb '01

hello... ...theres still some snow left on the grass from last nights brief flurry of bizzaro weather...its like summer outside but the flowerpots are covered...maybe its the last gasp of winter before *aaaah* spring comes along at last...this seems to have been the longest winter ever...things just drag when the sun sleeps..... ...all this b+s activity is making me giddy..the teletext interview perhaps unsuprisingly left me unfulfilled...but as ceefax is the source of most of my cultural knowledge (i live a sheltered life) i was rather more pleased to see an interview there rather than the nme...and new singles as well eh? and a real life proper tour?...i feel quite flustered.... ...speaking of real life proper gigs i played one myself on thursday...it was..er..interesting... it didnt turn out quite as we had hoped but most of the crowd seemed to enjoy it....but i knew most of them so i dont know whether that counts or not...i suspect they were being supportive rather than loving...but i'm sure we'll play again in the near future whether the general public want us to or not...stubbornness is one of lifes greatest gifts... ...blimey there are too many albums i want and not enough money..in fact only enough money for one...maybe...i suspect it shall be low although the kings of convenience are vying for my affection..the article in the sunday times style section the other week alarmed me though...apparantly they and their country of origin (i think it was norway) are now the height of cool...simply eeeeevvverrryyyooonneee is taking holidays there and simply eeevvveeerryyooonnee has a copy of their album...this makes me shudder....the sunday times style section is a hideous publication and i really shouldnt read it...but i simply have to be informed that catholicism is now apparantly cool in high society (a genuine article the other week)..." but daaahhhllliiinggg anyone who is anyone will be at confession this sunday "....sometimes i wonder at the sanity of journalists...in fact i am in constant amazement at their stupidity....but this is nothing new... ta ta! __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get email at your own domain with Yahoo! Mail. http://personal.mail.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 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: A mile and a half on a bus takes a long time....
by Joan of Dark 25 Feb '01

25 Feb '01

...indeed it does....... especially sometimes.......like some 2 days ago..... I was sitting at my favourite seat on the bus, at the far end, by the window, lost in my own troubled thoughts ...... Reading Kerouac's "On the Road"..... For weeks now I've been reading it virtually "on the road" since I only have time to read it on buses. Riding from one miserable place to the other. >From home to Uni. And from Uni back home again. Trapped in the constipated intestines of this omnivorous beast that devours us in the mornings, only to throw us up decomposed and numb in the evenings.... This City. Its Insanity. Ours. I was sitting there on the bus and it was a grey sad morning. One of those mornings when everything seems still. And numb. When the faces of people around you are like carved on stone......only harder than usual. Snuggling up the window and hearing sirens of ambulances and brakes of cars outside, I was safe, in my snug little world of personal despair and occasional paranoia. When at the next stop, a bum got on the bus. A young lad, around 25.....skinny , with hollow dark eyes. Strange. You could sense everyone getting uneasy. Old ladies in fake furs and big faux gold earrings. Cool chicks wearing too much lipstick. Middle aged men reading financial papers. School kids whose mum has told them never to talk to strangers. Old men that have fought in their own war, and have surrendered in the end...... You could feel them desperately trying to shut their ears, shut their eyes Hear them cough disapprovingly , hoping to make the sight disappear. You could sense a big pointing finger being directed from all of them to the main door of the bus where the Stranger stood. His words echoing in the void, the immense distance from one passenger to another.The distance from all of them to him. Echoing, and resounding, falling on the dusty floor with a muffled sound and lying there like the kind of thing you only look at with the corner of your eye , only to die out after a while. "Do you have some change to spare?" His feet shuffling and his hands clasped in a grip that made the knuckles of his fingers white. "Do you have some change to spare?" I was on page 158 and the woman next to me was scraping nail varnish off her middle finger. "Do you have some change to spare?" I knew this guy. He usually lurks around my school. Just sits there with his eyes fixed on his shoe laces.A stray dog often stays by his side. I usually can't afford to spare even some change. In my pockets you will only find cancelled bus tickets and candy foils. "Do you have some change to spare?" Last night I was paid though.....and today I planned to go and eat some place instead of wait until I get home in the evening. I had money and I knew it. And when walking I could hear the coins at the bottom of my bag ringing. "Do you have some change to spare?" He was next to me. And I f e l t his eyes on me. Closed my book and left it on my legs.Buried my hand in my bag striving to find the stray coins. Carefully placed them in his open hand. Didn't want to make them ring. I heard him say thank you. I looked at him and saw it in his eyes. He looked at my book. " You're reading that book?" he asked " Why, have you read it??" I asked, hardly believing it...... " I've lived it"........... " Read it" He turned his back and made a few paces towards the door. He stopped. " Read it. It will show you...you will understand." " Read it. And Junky" The bus doors were wide open with a sudden flap and a ghastly noise. And he jumped out. People started moving again. Two old men in the front row started moaning. One of them rude, self-righteous, miserable. The other more polite, compassionate. " Why should I spare my money and give it to him? Was it given to me effortlessly like that? Did I find it in the street?" " He will now tell us what to read and what not to! Pah! Some person to give literary advice!" " Lost soul. Why won't he go to work?" A young girl decided to add her wise bit right there....... "And if he doesn't want to work and make money like this, let him die, he's no good anyway....." And they went on and on and on............... Oh girl, oh my bright self appointed ruler........ Oh how these words fell into me like poison. I was trying to concentrate on my book......but it was no good...... " Is it such a problem to you that I gave him those money? And yes, I could spare them . I had worked for them and I could spare them." I said. And oh how they got enraged.....how I have insulted their stability. How i was too young to know and how dare I, and who do I think I am and what do I think I'm doing.And that I am probably just buying him his next fix........ They thought I didn't know? Who asked them to save anybody? As a song says: " Not everybody wants to be saved, not everybody -should- be " But even this is what they wanted to do, why didn't they even try to? Oh words are nice and flowing out of our mouths.Oh words......... And who appointed them to condemn anything or anyone?When we can't even crawl out of our own pits, each one of -us-? They were Angry. I tried to defend my reasons. They went on. I ended up tipping my hat over my eyes and silently crying. It was too much for me to handle. The sky had started crying anyway over us and I felt I should accompany the slight tapping of rain on the window on which I was leaning.What could I possibly say to the old men, one of whom had already started moaning to a woman that was asking to buy a ticket on the bus cos she hadn't time to get one before. What could I possibly say? " It was old age having a go at youth , that's what it was" , as it says in Clockwork Orange. I spent days thinking about this....... Trying to figure out why I did it....... I never thought I would do anything great to him by giving him those few money. Never intended to save him. Never fooled myself with this thought. Certainly never meaning to buy him his next fix of his drug. But I thought, he -had- to eat sometime........the same way that he would have to take his junk into his system. And those few coins would maybe be the ones that would get him something to eat so as to live on so to take his junk . Raw. But I couldn't possibly do anything else..... But, if nothing else, I tried to stretch my hand and be with him.Cos for some reason I felt him. And I wanted to take myself out of this hateful lot of my fellow passengers. Hustled and jostled in our neat public transport that picks us and leaves us. Packed in our sardine cans, we gaze at the world with the eyes of the onlooker and we dare not Experience and Feel. And we are afraid of Pain.And we titter and giggle and yawn and sneeze, itch and crave but never make a difference. We buy our faces with our tickets and wear them in public. Easy. Convenient. Next time I see him I'll talk to him. And that's the best I can do. Now, that would b e a difference. I'm sorry for taking up your time, this post has nothing to do with Belle and Sebastian, and no, I wasn't even listening to them while typing it. Was listening to The Temporary Thing. Excuse my pestering rants. Try to make a difference. But as Will said: " its too dark for anything " xxx ".........she was 18 and most lovely and lost........." ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ "the one thing that we yearn for in our living days, that makes us sigh and groan and undergo sweet nauseas of all kinds, is the remembrance of some lost bliss that was probably experienced in the womb and can only be reproduced (though we hate to admit it) in death." " nothing that frightens 'em more than what they really want" "On The Road" http://www.listeningroom.lycos.com/fan/bands/temporarything/Band.html The Temporary Thing (Try "Violet" , a song for Isobel ) .....see? i finally managed to cram some B&S content in. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: Had To Hear About Your Danish Boyfriend/I Forced A Swoon
by David Moore 25 Feb '01

25 Feb '01

Hi All, Jenowl, you can get F-word T-shirts from sweary Peacock Johnson's website here: http://www.treehouse.clara.net/TznShirts.html You decide whose name accompanies the word, Stuart David or Mr Johnson himself (if you're hard enough). His current Thought For The Week spot not only accuses STuD of rigging polls (no!) but announces: "I'm on a wee *ucking tour now too, eh? Ha Ha. *ucking magic. Mid April, it is. 18th in Oxford, 19th in Brighton, 20th in London, 21st in Glasgow, 23rd in Edinburgh. Something like that. Wherever the *uck they hold that kind of literate bullshit. Come along and meet me if you get the chance. See if I'm as handsome in real life. And watch it finally going down between me and that *unt." Mark C (for Chest-01) Mmmm, can't remember much about Sylvia Plath, maybe something about turkey gizzards. The Pinefox talked of The Message (an oustanding book with a sexy photo or two on the cover) & I searched for my copy but can't seem to find it - anyone know where it is? Peter, I consider the sub-normal Tommy Iommi riffing strand in the Foxgloves sound to show the influence of The Lemonheads on The Pinefox's songwriting. Luckily he didn't pick up on the Charles Manson obsession. Sally & I were lucky enough to see Evan Dando (mostly detested on this list, sorry for bringing him up) at Dingwalls the other night & he was great. Just him & his guitar, playing nearly 30 songs, half of them classics (at least to me) & a rammed venue singing word perfect with him (including backing vocals) Magic. I can't see why he thought it was a bad gig. Koen, there are apparently lots of Felt CD's for sale at www.amazon.co.uk "'Ll's Belle Everybody loves you, Llaura Llew Lllaura Lllew, you're an 'Ll of a gal We gotta crush on you, Llllaura Llllew We rely on you to namecheck your pals" Arab Strap's Red Thread & the re-issued All Things Must Pass gleam in their cases waiting to be listened to today. I hope they're good. I wish I was a Glasgow Uni student. <sigh> Love, David Moore Chelmsford, UK +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: All I ever wanted, is all I never knew
by tmalone3＠uswest.net 25 Feb '01

25 Feb '01

First off, mad props and brownie points to those who can name the musical reference in the title. Boy G seems to have found a way to mention Leonard Cohen and Marilyn Manson in the same email, very admirable. He is right though, Mr. Cohen has some very naughty lyrics ("give me crack, anal sex, find the only tree thats left, and shove it up the whole in your culture"). They're all so wonderful though. I just love Leonard Cohen. I wish I could find the original 4-tracks of his albumns though, cause I think they would be absolutely fab without the bloody awefull backup singers. Just as a word of warning to any aspiring Leonard Cohen fans, it is much better (and safer) to get a mix tape from somebody who is already a fan. There is so much good Cohen music, but also, so much really stupid sounding Cohen music. It isn't that the lyrics are bad, just that the background music and singers are. Then there are songs like "everybody knows" and "Take this waltz". As to the Final Fantasy debate, I've only played a couple of the games and I found them mildly entertaining, nothing great though. The only truly great role playing games (or any computerized games for that matter) are the games in the Ultima series (specifically 4-7). The only games that keep track of your karma, and won't let you win if you don't keep up your karma. Also, in number 4, there was no final bad guy, you just went on a sort of spiritual quest. B&S might tour! Yeah! They'll probably never come to Washington, but oh well. The new singles are exciting, though I must say, Legal Man is my least favorite Belle & Sebastian recording. I held off so long, but I finally got it, and now I kind of think I was right to hold off. Not that it is bad, but it really didn't come close to what I've expected of B&S. Who am I to judge though. -- Tim Malone +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: No, silly! Nothing on the page really *happens*.
by Youn J. Noh 25 Feb '01

25 Feb '01

Hi Sinister, > If you like someone, go out with them and do things people who > like each other do. If you dont, then don't. How can this be until the things we like about people in this way attain the status of things we like about people? Until the things we do to show that we like people in this way attain the status of things we do to show we like people? Last last October when M visited N, P, and I while we were living in R's house (that's when he went into the back garden and pointed out the lavender and dill), he was eager enough to examine N's books but either from an excess of decorum or a lack of interest didn't bother to look at mine. Decorum must have at least had some part of it because upon gaining the upper part of the house he looked away from the door left open to my room. And even though he is good friends with P, he didn't look at her books either, though at that point I'm not certain she had them unpacked. Yet in the office, he and his best friend S make stiff unnatural jokes full of innuendo. (In every other way, he seems faultless. It's true that he's proud, but justifiably so, like Darcy. But it doesn't matter because I'm leaving. In memory, it will be as real as something read in a book.) In the interview for the rectorial campaign, it was nice to read about Stuart's experiences at Glasgow University and how he thought it might help him help others. He could have helped Franny. Zooey's mannerisms annoy me. He is not spiritual. I like this expression "I don't rate so-and-so". Indifference, for example, is worse than another lover. But when (s)he's feeling holy it could mean something else - no presuppositions - a blank slate - no, (s)he doesn't rate anything! Let Franny preserve the illusion of herself as the "languid sophisticated type" if it keeps her fear that she will compete from turning into a fear that she cannot compete. I have the feeling that Salinger means for us to think that the illusion will only be necessary until Franny turns into a younger version of Boo Boo, full of grace but with no place, really, in a story, just one of those standing in the wings. He let us know in so many words that she isn't brilliant, impressionable and tenderhearted is all. (How much does that count for in your book?) Back in September of '97, the duke wrote, "new Sea and Cake record is astonishingly good," which would be relevant today, and would have been in '93 and '95 as well. From the programming of the drums on "the argument" to the "oohs" and "aws" on "Showboat Angel" to the arc of the cello overlaid with the swoon of the violin on "Parasol" - the Sea and Cake manage to sound nonchalant and soulful and oh, so pretty by turn, and sometimes all at once. And with titles like "Bring My Car I Feel to Smash It" and "A Man Who Never Sees A Pretty Girl That He Doesn't Love Her A Little", they have the wit and archness to fend off session musicians and academics alike. (Sorry for sounding like a third-rate reviewer for AMG; it's just that trying to sound convincing and get in important details made it turn out that way.) Yours truly, Youn +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: The sun's been quite kind, when I wrote this song.
by Ruvi Simmons 25 Feb '01

25 Feb '01

There has, of late, been considerable talk of Belle and Sebastian's impending releases and tour, which is hardly surprising, and which I, too, am excited by. In fact, excited is too listless a word; the sort one may use to describe a fun fair atrtactions, a little one trill ride, an artificial rub with death. Was it exciting for Siegfried Sassoon to go over the top, deafened by the sound of machine guns and sickened by the smell of the blood of his dying friends? I doubt it. Let us condemn the word excited to be used to describe shallow, meaningless pleasure, and select another (I apologise for using the Royal form of address, but I consider it to be the writer's domain no less than that of an ill-educated so-called ruling family). Paroxysms of delight. How's that? Yes, I think it shall suffice. Nevertheless, despite all this talk of Belle and Sebastian, what about the AC/DC concert at the Milton Keynes Bowl in June? How about that for excitement? Angus in his schoolboy outfit, the chap who isn't Bon Scott in a flat cap screeching about American thighs, the explosions, the Highway to Hell! My heart flutters at the prospect. There, that is my preamble out of the way. It is not without some trepidation that I begin, you see. I was somewhat cowed by the rather unpleasant response to my observation regarding pretty girls. I found it interesting, however, that no one declared with pride that they weren't blessed with good looks or other such intrinsic attributes, but have striven, pained themselves, for a little shred of decency, intellectual prowess and emotional sensitivity. Nobody declared that these are things far more important than this flesh of ours, which is rotting even as we preen and powder ourselves in vain attempts to retain its rosiness. But I do not want to open yet another can of nasty little worms with more inflammatory remarks. However, I shall thank Mr. Thatchez for his kind words and for bothering to understand what I had written. I fear that, once more, I have said too much. I should take Thomas Hardy's advice and resolve to say no more but, I think, it was easier for him to do so as a man in his eighties, regretting mistakes, enfeebled by the ravages of time and unable to rage against the world he lived in with the vigour he still felt beating in his old heart. Besides, people do not easily give up on life, struggle and the weight of words still unsaid. I would like to tell a little anecdote which bears far wider relevance than merely struggling to evade the mantle of the apologist, that speaks about the depths of human resolve. Henrik Ibsen, in his dotage, suffered a catastrophic stroke which deprived him of the capacity to read and write. His son, who was also his nurse of sorts, went in to see him one day, and found he was seated in the conservatory, wrapped up in a blanket to protect his frail body from the cold. Before him, on a tray, were pieces of paper and a text book intended to teach children literacy. Henrik Ibsen, on the verge of death, robbed of everything, reduced to the level of child, was beginning again. He was trying to re-learn everything he had lost. He looked up at his son and said, "I used to be a writer, you know". Since suddenesss can be the breeding bround for ambiguity, and ambiguity fuel for imagination, and imagination the gilt of life, I shall end with leaving more unsaid than said, Ruvi. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: a little bit of news with a ham handed B&S segue
by Jules Markham 24 Feb '01

24 Feb '01

helloo I have somewhere to live now, and it's really nice! I went with my beloved mikey today to look at it, and it's big and bright and gorgeous, and my room is small and cute and astonishingly cheap! at last, somewhere for my clothes and books and belle and sebastian records! When Mike left to go to work, Jo scrunched up her face all smiling and happy and said 'He's reeeeeally sweeet!' must go make some food jules _________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.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 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: 5 hours of Sleep
by Michelle R. 24 Feb '01

24 Feb '01

Well someone's been listening to Stevie Nicks... I recently heard Hope Sandoval's (and her Warm Inventions)song "Charlotte." Really sweet song. When it comes to her though, she can sing crappy O-Town covers and it'll still sound good ;) (By the way, I promise this is the first and last time I'll mention O-Town). 2 1/2 hours for a film doesn't phase me one bit. Keep in mind- that's 2 1/2 hours of B&S music we're getting, instrumental or not. And have you seen Warhol's "Sleep?" Pah! 2 1/2 hours is a walk in the park. With all the scholarly essay talk I remembered my uni placement exam. They asked us to write an essay on who we think would be a good person to bring to the uni and speak w/the students. I then commenced to write 2 pages of "patter under pressure" about Stuart David. I wrote that he would be good because he would relate to students in various majors: music, art, lit. etc etc. I probably wrote it on him because I had finished reading Nalda Said. Oh I also wrote something really daft(cant remember the exact words) about how he would even relate to comp sci. students because he does the Looper website. The frontman from Wheatus scares me. He reminds me of some freak combination between a Hobbit and Harry Potter. Anyway...how adorable is Rachel Goswell! Never realized how small she was..but my oh my that wee woman can sing so sweet. She said she liked my coat, I was about to say how I liked her jumper but instead I just smiled/half giggled and said "oh thanks." I barely heard myself though. I should learn to speak louder. mmmitten ===== "A guy who's never seen people walk won't think of trying." -Le Beau Serge __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get email at your own domain with Yahoo! Mail. http://personal.mail.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 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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