June 2001 - Sinister - missprint.org

Sinister: Fuckin' Brilliant!
by David Moore 17 Jun '01

17 Jun '01

Hi All, (That's not me swearing, BTW - that's just what Stuart Murdoch exclaimed before leaving the stage last night.) He was right of course, but let's not begin at the end. G-IGOK I knew that the concerts would be good when I read the registration of Go's B737 at Stansted. I'M SUCH A CRAPPER Stuart Murdoch's aside after explaining why he was spraying Lady Sure on his fingers having sat down to play the piano for the first time on Friday. Friday's setlist reads: Grooving With Mr Blue (sic) Le Pastie De La Bourgeoisie There's Too Much Love The Magic Of A Kind Word I Know Where The Summer Goes Dog On Wheels Jonathan David Slow Graffiti The Model (My Girl's Got) Miraculous Technique Request - The Boy With The Thorn In His Side Simple Things Arab Strap Fox In The Snow Family Tree Like Dylan In The Movies I Love My Car The Wrong Girl Woman's Realm Legal Man Lazy Line Painter Jane Opener a cover of the harmonica-lead instrumental number which was a UK hit from the Summer of 1970 by Mr Bloe. (I know that nearly all of you knew that, but one person *did* ask me) The Stuart being arrested shenanigans were him talking about worrying about an unpaid speeding fine so Stevie saying he needed a ..... Legal Man! before playing the song. Two coppers came on stage halfway through the track to arrest Stuart & dragged him off at the end. He then reappears with Monica Queen both wearing the policemen's caps (Monica having made short shrift of the fuzz) to launch into a storming version of LLPJ with a smiling Isobel playing thunderous bass. Oh, Friday fashion section: Isobel in bright red ?PVC jacket, blue & green tartan A-line skirt, white ankle socks with New York New York & skyscraper skyline pattern on, quality red high heels. Stuart in Denis The Menace & Gnasher tee. I DON'T LIKE TEETH THINGS, CLOWNS OR EMPTY ROCKING CHAIRS Proclaimed Cabbage* rather disturbingly in the pub at Saturday lunchtime, where the 80/- Ale/IPA washed down the (pretty good) food from the Grosvenor Café across the road. Breakfast for Treacle & I, lunch for Cabbage, Sprout, Vicky & BG Mark. Not sure which meal it was for the bloke (arms of sex) in the corner. I'VE BEEN FELLATED SO MANY TIMES THANKS TO SINISTER A grateful listee to Princess Honey at the picnic in Kelvingrove Park (on pretty green if damp slope with view of the University rising above the trees) Honey's nails plain taupe on Friday - glittery on Saturday. Bel (the dog) was a true star, having learned all about holding a pose from someone amongst the 50+ at the pinic. I'M DISAVOWING THE ARTIFICE OF THE NON-POSE Explained the photogenic Le Troussé whilst we admired The Pinefox's picnic piccies amidst spiral fries & cocktails before we taxi-ed off to the gig. Then P F talked of the globalised world after a discussion with Carey about formalism. IS THAT YOUR AYRSHIRE BACON? NO, I'M JUST KEEPING MY HANDS WARM Uptown Shufflers (definitely top ranking!) joke on the subject of the Sousaphone player's origin. SATURDAY GIG The charming young lady behind the merchie stall (Make Yours A Banchory, listees) promised more songs & a better performance & was of course also correct. Even tighter, having more fun on stage, better reaction from (bigger, I thought) audience compared to the previous evening. Both nights: sound excellent, strings superb, speedy instrument changes, all good. Belfast Bob contributing more on bass (& other guitars) than STuD (sorry Pookie) BTW lots of new tees, 4 new badges, 2 new mugs, mouse mats soon, for whoever it was that asked. I COULD EVEN FIND IT IN MY HEART TO LOVE MIKE LOVE Line from new song I Love My Car, played both nights at the Barras (Saturday more pounding, rock) with Uptown accompaniment. I love my car, I love my dog, I love my pussy cat, I love the rat under the floor, but I can't love you. One day I'll look in your eyes & you won't be there. (Gross paraphrase, sorry) Sounds like? Bit from the Bonzo Dog Doo Dah Band's My Pink Half Of The Drainpipe, bit from Dexy's Midnight Runners' Come On Eileen, bit from Small Faces' Itchycoo Park. And good :) In my head all day today. LEGAL MAN The extended section with Stuart on bass & everyone else beating the shit out of various percussion was great & may make me reconsider my opinion of the song. HOW COMPLETE DOES A COVER VERSION HAVE TO BE TO BE INCLUDED IN THAT LIST? Stevie Reverb played 3 or 4 notes of the intros to The Beatles' Blackbird before Wrong Girl & The Stones' Last Time before Legal Man. IT Gradually dawned that the set list I humiliated myself to get on Saturday was incorrect, (from another performance, ?earlier in the week? Included below in case its useful to anybody), so apologies to Giita & the other girl who copied it from me. Those with better memories can fill in the gaps between Sleep The Clock Around (complete with piper whose kilt was lifted by Isobel as she walked on stage) & encore The Zombies' Time Of The Season (ace version BTW) LANDSLIDE During an Divine set post-gig at The Art School (all top 60's-ish danceable tunes during the 3 or so hours I was there, no duds) Andy Symington played a version of THAT song. If controversy still exists about the tune played at The Bowlie he said that it *was* by Belle and Sebastian, the version was sung by Evie Sands & that it might be released this summer. MMMM, CHEAP DRINK Our man under Steve Albini's mixing desk reckons that Cheap Trick are to headline ATP 2002. FOR PETER Sorry, didn't go in The Saracen Head, but neither did anyone else :) Youngsters mostly already listed, so Old School Sinister present included Keith, Chris, Tag, Elizabeth, Warrender John, Trousers, Honey, Linda, Joss. Usual apologies to those who my fading memory omits. (Plus, 12 hours sleep since Thursday morning not enough :( ) SO, THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO HAD A HAND IN ARRANGING THE GLASGOW GIGS, THEY WERE GREAT! SPECIAL THANKS To video stars The Care Bears. Dodgy setlist: Le Pastie De La Bourgeoisie Woman's Realm The Magic Of A Kind Word I Know Where The Summer Goes If You're Feeling Sinister Jonathan David Don't Leave The Light On Baby The Model (My Girl's Got) Miraculous Technique) Simple Things The Boy With The Arab Strap Fox In The Snow Family Tree Mayfly I Love My Car There's Too Much Love The Wrong Girl Legal Man *Cabbage = Chris Brown Sprout = Phil Brown Treacle = Sally Moore Sparky = Joey SLEEP THE CLOCK AROUND I bloody hope so! Love to all, "Daddy" Moore Chelmsford, UK +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. 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Sinister: Finally a face to go with your name.
by the_wonder_drug that_works_wonders 17 Jun '01

17 Jun '01

I am a jealous individual. Providence, RI is my home. If I were living in Europe, I would be having the time of my life right now. I'd almost definately be at every picnic and B&S performance. I once told someone that if B&S came any where in the U.S. I'd already have my tickets in hand. Will they ever come here?!?!? I bought the new single on tuesday. Its incredible. Mine is a promotional copy. I'm not so sure it was actually for sale, but I convinced the guy from behind the counter that it was. So, as I have never come across any postings from Providence locals, I'll tell a little about this city for anyone caring to read. The city is small, its located on the east coast situated in the middle of the metropolitan cities of Boston and New York. The city has become more beautiful as time progresses. Our mayor is actually under endictment for laundering. This really surprises no one in the state since everyone here knows that we're a mob run state. So right now I'm not exactly making Providence sound too nice. But it really is. There are not so nice sections of the city obviously, but the city is renovating itself. The difference of this city in the last six years is astounding and we actually do owe it all to our corrupted mayor. There are public works of art located all over the east side and downtown. There are many green parks where these artworks are displayed. We have famous collegiate schools. Rhode Island School of Design. We also have the famed Ivy League school of Brown University. We have some nice record stores here, one in particular is overrun with pretentious assholes. I try not to enter that store. Another record store is owned by a nice kid named Al Barkley. Its a diy punk rock record store. He doesn't sell Belle & Sebastian but he does have the latest "the (international) noise conspiracy" record. We have these nice Ice Cream stands that sell DoleWhip. which was advertised as dairy free. Its this soft serve ice cream that apparently is made out of fruit. Well, finally someone decided to look at the ingredients a year later and found out that the "pasty-faced vegans" were not eating a vegan delicacy as it contains a sodium casinate...a milk derivitive. It wasn't a happy day in mudville after that. We have quite a few nice places for underground music performance. The most common for bigger bands from out of town is "Lupo's", and its more modest sidekick "The Met". The next best place to attend a great show is at Fort Thunder although..they might have actually stopped putting on shows. Its an loft in a huge warehouse building. The place is an incredible arrangement of anything they find, make, or break placed on the walls, floors, ceilings. It is/was the coolest spectacular live-in art space. I can't even describe it efficiently. I remember one time they hosted a halloween party with a maze as the entrance. This maze was so well constructed and to top it off they had different people with various analog/digital synths creating sound. the maze took us about 10 minutes to go through. Due to Fort Thunder not being able to put on shows, they have another smaller space called Munch House. I saw Calvin Johnson and the singer/guitarist of Wolf Colonel play there acoustic. We have the AS220, its more of an theater/poetry reading spot, than a place for bands. They have lots of different workshops, including a dark room, and there is always an art exhibit. Although I have seen many bands play there. Ida being the best. They are incredible live. Another place for bands to rock is in my friends basement. Its usually punk rock bands but still the kids are usually very friendly. Well...I've been sitting here writing for about an hour and the tenth time i've listened to "Sing Jonathan David" so i'm going to finish up before I stop liking this CD. I will end this story with my best friend jeremy, left me for Europe. I think he plans on living in Brussels. I told him that since he has the opportunity to see B&S...take advantage and send me something. If you see a nice lad by the name of Jeremy in Brussels...tell him I said I miss him. love, timmyhiles _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.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. 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Sinister: strange weekends.
by Sam Walton 17 Jun '01

17 Jun '01

Greetings. A little note about myself - perhaps 1400 people won't want to read it (though Cliff may be interested), but I'll write it nonetheless, since some people may be able to empathise. I spent the weekend with my girlfriend. I've had a strange weekend. On Friday I had a lovely time with my friends and my girlie in Camden, and all was lovely. We drank beer and strange jugs of stranger cocktails, although I was a little nervous because it was the first time that my friends had met my girlfriend. But it went fine. We went home, and everything was ridiculously lovely. Then Saturday was one of those bizarre days. We woke up, and everything started to go wrong. My acoustic guitar was in the wrong place when a heavy object chose to fall over, and the guitar got a dent right on the binding. That was scary, but it's just a cosmetic dent, apparently - no sound quality loss. But that put me on edge, made me a bit jittery. We spent the afternoon watching Glastonbury 1998 footage, which was really fun, actually. Nostalgia. Then I said that I'd make dinner, and then things went horribly wrong in every way. I overcooked this, undercooked that, and forgot to cover this or season that, and I felt really shit, because I'd fucked up a recipe that I normally do brilliantly, and I'd already told me girlie that I was okay at cooking. It just pissed me off and made me really tearful. And then the fact that I was being irrationally tearful made me tearful even more, and it was horrid. She was lovely to me, but I just felt really despairing and shit. We watched The Shawshank Redemption in the evening, which is a film I really like, and which is good at pulling me from bad-feeling, but even so I was glad when I fell asleep at the end of that day, because it had been horrible. Today was better. We just lazed round the house, then she had to go. I told her I was sorry and thanked her for understanding, but I still felt wrong. We listened to the Avalanches album (truly fab) and the new BranVan3000 record, which has some gorgeous songs on it. The whole weekend had some very B&S bits to it. Friday was "My Wandering Days Are Over" all the time, and then Saturday was "Get Me Away From Here, I'm Dying", and well, it was just stressful, but the whole blow was softened by girl and music. Hmmm... I've kinda forgotton what the point of the story was. In the words of Price, "I was dreaming when I wrote this, forgive me if it goes astray". Anyway, thank you for listening. I think one of the great things about Sinister is the fact that people can get things out in the open. This has been a very cathartic exercise. This will probably be the most list-abuse you'll ever hear from me. love S.x _________________________________________________________________________ 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 +-+ +-+ "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: You were Jonathan to Stuart David
by Will Salt 17 Jun '01

17 Jun '01

Um, the past two days. Belle and Sebastian gig! Sinister picnic! Another Belle and Sebastian gig! I haven't calmed down yet. I don't think it's sunk in yet. Lots of people have already posted long posts about how wonderful everything was, so there's not much point in me trying to do the same, even if i could remember everything that happened to me and what order it happened in. Friday afternoon; everybody was meeting up in a pub by Central Station. Me, john, sweetie, karolyne and adam met a small crowd of people which soon changed into a very large crowd of people. I was scared and didn't talk to anyone, but eventually we went to the GIG! which was wonderful and lovely and brilliant and all those words. Saturday morning: i tried to get back to glasgow. The trains weren't running. Arse. I trundled about scotland on a variety of trains and coaches, got to Queen Street station late, without time to buy food and panicking. Me and john rushed to the underground, and managed to get there before everybody else. To kill time, we rode up and down the escalators for a bit. Eventually, of course, another big huge scary crowd of people arrived. However, this time they weren't as frightening, which was nice. We sat on a hill and ate; well, most people did, some just rolled down it. Apparently, it was the biggest Sinister picnic ever ever ever in recorded history. Some mad people went off to play football. Others just sat around, talked, and got snogged by Sunnyset's lovely dog. Eventually everybody wandered off and colonised a different pub, where we sat around in wee groups and talked before drifting into eastbound taxis. And we got to the gig, which was even better than before. Friday night might have had Stuart's onstage arrest and a special guest visit from Monica Queen, but Saturday had a little furry highland coo that mooed, *two* audience-request songs, and even an encore, of all things. And then, I had to wander back through glasgow and get the train back home again. And that was it. All over. I couldn't sleep, of course. Incidentally, there was a rumour going round that there was a boy at the picnic with his hair in pigtails. I'm sure this must be a myth, because *i* definitely didn't see anyone that looked like that. ;-) right, that's me. love xx gneissy (oh, the subject line -- it got sung at one point last night by one of those lovely chaps onstage. ok? ) -- Will Salt ICQ 66321009 http://www.btinternet.com/~wpsalt/ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: odd socks
by Gordon 17 Jun '01

17 Jun '01

Sinister! Neil Milton has already really described yesterday, and so I hope I'm not just writing too much more. As Neil writes, the day comprises a picnic and a gig. People turn up to these gigs spectaculary late! Including me. I was in time for the picnic though, thoughts verging between glacial calm and sheer terror. So once we found the patch of grass I just fell asleep. Call it a power-nap or exhaustion or blind panic. Whatever. One of the dedications in the acknowledgements appending Liz Wurtzel's manic treatise on Womanhood called 'Bitch' to refers to a day-bed in an office. On the way home this morning on the train (only £1.50 extra for an empty weekend first railway carriage in an otherwise busy Aberdeen- bound train and boy did I need that solitude! (queues at the ticket office of Moscow proportions) I thought of the old jazz standard 'What a Difference a Day Makes' (in this case not '24 little hours ago' but less: seeming even longer). The gig, of the two events, was the lesser: it was fabulous. The band who I had reckoned would be nervy and awkward simply rawked with dexterity and finesse. So that was Jason Andreas that got them to sing Proclaimers 500 Miles? Good on ya fella. I'm afraid that towards the end of the show I was getting carried away and singing; yelling along. But the band seemed to be relishing their homelands and it was as much a rock church service as a concert. They were on the beat. The picnic was all people... rather too many to remember, I'm afraid. The first person I met was an American gentleman of whom I'm afraid his name escapes me; Will; Mr. Moore and daughter, then James and Dafyd who helped me towards the park. Ally did look so in control of things! My that man has nerves of steel. On the grass I heard someone giving elaborate instructions over a mobile phone which turned out to be Vicky, I think, then Mark who is another good organizer. I saw Ken trying on the pink boa and remaining the smiling friendly person of #sinister repute. It gradually dawned on me that the person gradually dismembering a langoustine and fiddling with a doll with a slightly stained cheek who had, just earlier, been attacked by a plastic crab from Hallifax, Canada (owned, I should add, buy a charming Canadian couple), was a princess and from there it was a short step to the recognition of surrogate list mummy. The royal couple don't act arch at all but very much at the friendly service of their population; which is an ideal sort of situation. Then the delightful pair of Sunnyset and her bf and the puppy-dog Belle, who's a poser and a kisser:) Idleberry was kind enough to introduce herself. Trousers Stevie was quietly guiding errants like myself (although later than that). Teams contested with football. Paul, hello again and Richard and, an air traffic control officer? (that was in the park talking about a research proposal but re-visited in subject matter later with Ken. After the gig, it was a club at the Art College. Failing to find some people to share a cab, I took my second lonesome taxi journey of the evening and arrived somewhat in advance, listening to some great loud pulsing music upstairs. Downstairs both Gail and Carey were extremely kind to me: people being there for me, and I'm extremely grateful for the emotional support. Thanks :) Outside, I bump into someone who in a vague sense has seemed curiously familiar for several hours so I'm afraid this might have sounded rather cheesy when I said 'do I know you?' quizzically. It's Milky! And two of her friends. Then a stroll back to hotel room. Then cleaner comes into room. Then messages flash up on the TV about when to check -out. Home now... just, and messages bought and a Father's Day Present. (that's probably irrelevantly scatter-brained:) Gordon +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: uptown shufflers
by Amy Jackson 17 Jun '01

17 Jun '01

i am a very happy bunny. yesterday was kinda the best day ever. after meeting daf, james, and neil at the underground with paul we all headed off to kelvinbridge where we met everyone else. Like Will, JohnJohn and Penelope, Ally96, and loads of other people whose names i didnt know but hello anyways. then after a while we all trooped off to a hill in the park where we sat, daf passed around wine (good plan) and i explained how to make pigeons and seagulls explode. then i met kennybabes!! and iain jarvis arrived! and sweetie!!! then luvvly VelocityGirl arrived!! argh!!! massive hugs all round, followed by Miss Owl and Mr Hatcher and then eventually Her Royal Highness Princess Honey and King List Dad (who had a very nice crochet-sleeve thing going on. Then after a while of talking and eating jaffa cakes jenowl and i decided it would be a good idea to roll down a hill. so we did. then vel and john decided to roll with us, whilst sweetie and The Boyfriend just watched. :) the boys by this point had all gone to play football. we went to watch for a while but it was all far to energetic for me so i pulled my tweety pie jacket a bit tighter (cos i was cold) and some of us headed of to the pub, closely followed by the rest of the Sinister Kids. we drank. then JohnJohn, neily, paul and i headed off to the barrowlands. the gig itself was superb, the uptown shufflers being the best support i've ever seen, they ARE the old men from chewin' the fat who sing "backstairs lavvy" and then after a while B&S came onstage and much swooning took place. murdoch in a tie and tartan trousers!!!! ~swoon~ i cant remember exactly what songs they played but i will say that "do ya think i'm sexy" was one of the highlights, along with "sleep the clock around", "legal man", "arab strap" and "my wandering days are over". i had the bestest night of my life. i giggled when isolbels fly was undone and she was showing her pants too (white ones if you must know). she does have a large bum. but she sings very sweetly so it doesn't matter. big hugs go too....... kenjuggle will and his bunches daf and james HONEY and LINDA!!! iain sweetie jen and ian velocity mark cassarotto and his "will snog for food" sticker ally96 carey richard "i sweat easily" and anyone else that i cant remember. *hugs* right i'm off, adios, amy xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx _________________________________________________________________________ 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 +-+ +-+ "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 Moment Of Conception
by Histrianic＠aol.com 17 Jun '01

17 Jun '01

DISCLAIMER: This is an extremely long, digressing, rambling bit of babble. If you're in a hurry...you know the drill. Hello to all the.. 1400.. sinister people out there.. Ah hem. Getting a bit of a stage fright there. I sometimes wonder what kind of people sit at their computers and read away the words I write here. It's quite impossible to imagine, really. I think, that as much as I love this new wee invention called the internet, and the computer, and all the cool gadgets and toys and paraphernalia that come along with it, I still hold the strong opinion that people who sit at their computers reading something intensely do have a tendency to look, well, rather stoned and cut off from the rest of the world. The same opinion I hold of the television, too, actually. (Forgive me if I offend any computer engineer-types who sit at their computers all day actually doing productive things, instead of ee-mailing all your friends and nagging at them to go pick up Jonathan David.) I'm rather sad today, partly because I have gotten absolutely nothing done, I still have not sent all the letters and presents and bits and pieces like that that I was supposed to send quite a while ago, and because I can't decide whether I should go visit Will in New York or not. I also have none of my close friends who have seen me with Will to tell me what to do, because I'm just a baby and I can never tell what I should do with Will. My other friend was having a bit of a crisis with the love of her life the other day. She stayed up until 4 in the morning talking to me and him both on the internet. Which got me thinking about my own love life. It occured to me that Will is the only person I've liked/gone out with/crushed on/whatever you want to call it who does not use the internet (email, messages, etc.). Most of my breakthrough moments in the past two years was through talking with my friends online. So I have a question for you lot, which you can answer or not, depending on your mood. The fact that most of my intellectual stimulation happens online.. Is it because I'm using the internet and reading words and is able to savor them that I make so many more significant ideas, or is it simply because I spend a larger portion of the day by myself at my computer than I do talking in person to other people? It's kind of interesting to think about. Or at least, I think so. I couldn't go to sleep last night, so I stayed in bed for four hours, from midnight until four o'clock in the morning, having imaginary conversations in my head with my little imaginary friends. (No, I do not need any psychological help.) It was fun. Hmm. I think I shall off and stare at the dishes until they clean themselves up. Cheers, Hye Min PS: B&S content- For some reason, whenever I start listening to the Fall's Hex Enduction Hour, I never seem to be able to finish it. Something always comes up in the middle of it, which perhaps explains why the first track, The Classical, is my favorite song on the album. I actually tallied up all the minutes and seconds of each song, and the entire album comes out to exactly 1 hour, give or take 0.3 seconds. Preetty darn cool, eh? Um, yeah, so that never happens with Belle and Sebastian. I can always listen to their albums all the way through. (Fate from the above, I'm sure...) Oh! and I found a GERMAN version of the Smith's William, It Was Really Nothing in mp3 format. I have a long story to tell about that song, too, which I will in my next post. Please do remind me if I forget, unless you don't want to hear, in which case you shouldn't remind me, but I might still write it anyway because I remember this. Whew. I'm off for real this time. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: memoirs... (or... how I stumbled upon a teddy bear's picnic) Sinister - Glasgow - 15/06/2001
by Neil Milton 17 Jun '01

17 Jun '01

******************************************************* WARNING This mail is incredibly long! Well 4 me @ least ******************************************************* Contents... 1) The Picnic 2) The gig 3) other stuff 1) England 5 - 6 Scotland The Sinister International Football Match The winning goal scored by the silky footwork (Oh, OK he toe poked it!) of one Alisdair Cook! anyway... Never one to be nervous around new people (aye right!) I set out apprehensively to my second Sinister Picnic. (the last one being so long ago that no-one would even hope to remember who I was, having made absolutely no impression on anyone the last time). On the train from Airdrie to Glasgow, my trip descended into cliche from the outset. Sitting on the train, drinking a Capri-sun (a more twee drink you will not find - well except for ribena I guess - that means U JenOwl) listening to a B+S compilation tape and reading Stuart david's new novel. Any person clued in to there music trivia on that train would have laughed. "Look, he's going to a B+S picnic" they would say! I met Amy and Paul (and subsequently Dave and... OH FUCK!!!!!! I hate when that happens! He was so cool but I've forgotten his name. Sorry :-( ) at the underground on buchanan street and we caught the train to Kelvinbridge. We get off the train and we walk out into the sunshine! WTF??? It was freezing in the city centre! Warm in the west end! Well, OK it was overcast and the grass was damp but at least it wasn't freezing! OK, so by this time, I'm bricking it! No-one knows me AARRGGHH!!! I'm introduced to one of the sweetest guys I've EVER met going by the name of John, and he is eagerly showing off his new feather boa (called penelope) and dufflecoat. Then there is Ally Cook! He strides out, Cool as Fuck! And you think... excellent! We waited around for a while, and i realised the one thing lacking in my picnic gear! A PICNIC! I hadn't brought any food! What a plank! So we followed everyone deep into the regions of Kelvingrove park and we found a rather nice (if a little damp) spot to sit down! We hung around and chatted (mostly about bicarbonate of soda and pigeons exploding) and we saw a dog metamorphisise into a man. People began to join us. Sweetie, and JenOwl, and Ia(i)n Radcliffe and other people of whom their names escape me but could not have been nicer to me if they had tried. Paul and I went on our way to buy food on GWR and when we came back even more people had joined us. The food trip itself was notable for the number of times we managed to cross the same road in the shortest possible time. We bought sweeties and juice and al-key-hol, and we bought jaffa cakes too (well they've got sodium bicarbonate in them - we fancied seeing a pigeon explode - although we thought better of it!). I don't know exactly at what point I decided to get up and join the little kick about that was going on with a ball that Ally had just bought but I thought it'd be sociable. We carried on passing the ball around for a little while and then someone decided on a match. England - Scotland. The glasgow Picnic and it seemed there were more english people there than scots. At one point we had an englishman (a really nice bloke - I hate not being able to remember names) on our team. I think the excuse was that his grannies dog's previous owner was born in Scotland. This same englishman however, who subsequently missed a penalty for us.. ahem. :-D The game was a lot of fun. With lots of running about and jumping and cursing my fat arse! And obviously the English scored first. But us scots are resilient (or just stubborn) and we regrouped and destroyed the english (I'm beginning to sound like one of those videos you watch at 'historic Scotland' or the National trust monuments). The score at the start of the email is slightly apocryphal in the fact that, no-one can actually remember what the score was. It turned into those games that end with the cry of "Next Goal's the winner!!!" Eventually we scored and the game was ours! After the game we headed off to the pub and we all sat down and had a drink together. I felt tired and the one moment I decided to shut my eyes, who should turn up with a camera but JenOwl!!! Great! Can't wait to see that one... ;-) I nicked a B+S poster from the wall to go with my idlewild and mogwai advert-posters (y'know the ones I mean, those posters with the credit card booking no. etc) and Paul showed me that Trevor and Simon (remember going live! - swing yer pants etc etc) now have there very own adult stage show on the fringe. Swing yer edible crotchless panties, oo er missus.. whatever would Andi Peter's say? ooo000ooo 2) So Amy and Paul and John and I headed off down to the gig... and we arrived to see there was already a queue. G'damn it!!! But hark! Who's voice do I hear as we pass the queue? No, It can't Be! Jason Andreas! And thus we exploited our good friend's position in the queue and we 'jumped in' with various louder-than-normal-speech asides to each other of 'Oh wasn't that kind of jason to keep us a space all this time' I'm sure we still pissed a few folk off, but hey... All is fair in love and crowd position! We got in and amy and Paul headed off to keep us a space at the barrier. I bought a t-shirt (and then later that night badges and another t-shirt). When I got back there was a space at the barrier waiting for me and the bad news that my girlfriend wasn't gonna arrive until about 9pm. The uptown Shufflers. OMG!!! How cool were those guys! five wee old men (one couldn't have been younger than 70) playing the ballroom tunes of the 20's and 30's. It kinda tugged at my heartstrings a wee bit as I imagine thats what my uncle arnold (kinda like a third grampa to me - and still as spritely as I am and he's in his 70's) would have been like when he was playing the clarinet all those years ago. My girlfriend arrived just 2 or 3 minutes after the shufflers came off and I got so excited as she was there and also my best friend, Andy had just arrived too..:) It was really cool spending the gig with my girlfriend, andy and his gf and my surrogate wee sis(long story of which I'll let amy tell ya's), amy and her boyfriend, my new bezzie mate Paul. Belle and Sebastian came on stage to a lone bagpiper piping away and OMG! Isobel was utterly utterly beautiful! Mick & Stuart looked cool with the tartan trousers and tartan ties, and I thought sarah was really cute, especially when she sang. The first song, sleep the clock around, started with the vocals really low in the mix and I think a good portion of the auidence had a fleeting moment of disappointment, thinking that the sound might be left like that all night but it was fixed by about the third vocal line and the audince cheered when they heard stuart and bel's voices. I was so excited and happy, that I have absolutely no idea what order the set was in except to say that the next song was le pastie de la borgoise which rocked like a bastard. The request slot was so funny. Stevie doing a rather fine rendition of Rod Stewart's d'ya think I'm Sexy made me laugh so much. It was so good! The next suggestion was 'Letter from america' Naebody could play it except mick so he grabs the guitar and show stevie how its done. Stuart beckoned Mick to sing it but he was not for that at all! :-D So stuart took over and what a laugh, Beans came down to the front and gave stuart his glasses and during the verse when no-one knew the words stevie just adlibed a surprisingly accurate holler that sounded almost exactly like the boy from the proclaimers. Anyway, I'm sure I've rattled on about stuff enough and it'll have taken you a good period of time to read up to hear... 3) one last thing before I go... could anyone i met yesterday please be a kind old soul and click on the following link to my petition. You'll see what its all about when you get there... I have a meeting with the director of programming next week and I need to get as many signatures as is possible..:) the address is... http://www.petitiononline.com/troika/petition.html ok.. thanks for reading.. Neil.x. ===== "I took a wrong direction, from a shooting star" Sparky's Dream - Teenage Fanclub ------------------------------------------------------ Neil Milton; neil_milton(a)yahoo.com; ICQ:77866398 Troika - http://www.troikaonline.co.uk 2mf - http://www.geocities.com/tmfpromo __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Spot the hottest trends in music, movies, and more. http://buzz.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. 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Sinister: Dopelgangers
by kheydt 17 Jun '01

17 Jun '01

> vu sleeper said; "noticed someone who looks like my twin." [ L.A. picnic] I was looking through the photos section of sinister and was shocked to see myself (but with darker hair) attending a picnic that I do not recall and given the name of Trousers_primrose98_2 (third photo in, bottom row). I hope I am not in the bodyparts section as my mother will be very upset with me if I am. Perhaps if there are more of us lookalikes we could start a Sinister Dopelgangers section. No clones please. my feet stink, kheydt +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Glasgow Barrowlands. Second Night
by Jason Andreas 16 Jun '01

16 Jun '01

I got them to sing Letter From America!!! Bow down before my greatness!!! Oh yeah, the rest of the gig was good too :) - Jase (http://www21.brinkster.com/jasonandreas) (online diary, if you're bored enough...) http://www.livejournal.com/users/jasonandreas/ or for some stories and poems http://www.livejournal.com/users/jasonstories/ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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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