August 2001 - Sinister - missprint.org

01 Sep '01

So this is how the summer ends. With torrents and flooded gutters. I left home (home!) today just as the rain started battering down. By the time I reached the station I was so wet, I might as well have been in the shower, fully clothed. Then the rain ceased its hostilities, and left me undercover and wailing internally about nature's seeming injustice. At the time it was terrible, but I can smile about it now. I remember when it was all quiz nights around here. The bus through the deep blue evenings over Waterloo Bridge and down to the space-age architecture of Rotherhithe. The questions about time zones and airports, and always about Reality TV, presumably so that I could have something about which that I could be satisfied, rather than sorry, to be ignorant. Chris Perriman pulled the joke of the day by replacing his bonkers claim that the old Foxgloves song 'Chicken In A Bucket' sounds like 'The Model' with the seemingly even more bonkers claim that it sounds like 'Family Tree'. The trouble is, this claim is not 100% bonkers. Essentially the songs are very dissimilar; but there is just about enough resemblance at the level of the chords of their respective verses (let's say, G-D-F-C; A-E-G-D) to make the claim impossible utterly to dispel; unless anyone thinks they can do it, and wants to do it for me. Me, my fingers grow tired. Heather emerged from nowhere and referred to Lloyd Cole. If you're not going to say much, you might as well allude to Lloyd, that's what I say; and she did. Chu referred to me in his tale. I appreciated that, as no other frigger had done so. Though Chu's grasp of tense was poor, I thought his feel for detail actually rather good. There was the colour; the gin & tonic; the random references to Lloyd Cole; the Editor - yes, Chu did a pretty good job, there, if truth be told, though next time I want him to improve on this offering and write 2500 words about how grate I am. Geneva Fairport wrote about London and Glasgow and set the heather ablaze. Her post seemed to ring bells and spark flints. In fact - I have just remembered it - amid all the fab detail, she referred to the pinefox too. Astoundingly - this really is remarkable and worth reporting - she alluded to an UNWRITTEN SONG by the pinefox. In an age when most people don't even bother with the written ones, that is pure class. I fear that the San Francisco picnic, in all its exotic improbability, is a potent rival for the Great Lakes one which is said to be happening round the corner. What has happened to the Lakes picnic? Has everyone gone jumped in the lake? And why can't that last sentence be correct? It's not fair. The cars are rushing through puddles and churning up endless raindrops outside. So this is how the summer ends. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get email alerts & NEW webcam video instant messaging with Yahoo! Messenger http://im.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: Diseased Pig Cured
by Matthew Henderson 31 Aug '01

31 Aug '01

Hello everyone. This list has been chock full of beauty and thought and amazing things recently. I thought, "this is so wonderful, I think I'm going to sully it up with a post!" So here I am... I'm broke again. I keep doing this to myself. Does anyone have any spare will power they can give me? I spent an entire paycheck on old New Order and Felt records last week. I'm just terribly weak. I saw the Counting Crows (don't kill me!) in New Orleans on Monday. The show was weak, but I was standing in bad area. Anyway, I found out that Wilco will be playing there next month, so I'm very excited (and even more broke). Did "Get Ready" come out in the UK already? If so, that's just not fair. I can't wait until October <pout pout>. Perhaps I'll import it. Is it any good? The new Bjork is lovely, although I kinda miss her dancier stuff sometimes. Some of it reminds me a lot of mum though, especially cocoon. Kudos to the Runaway Thread, I enjoyed it thoroughly. Where might I acquire the film rights? Who would play Ken Chu? Perhaps Dame Judi Dench or maybe Gary Oldman for the Laura Llew cameo. Speaking of my favorite alliteration, didn't somebody call her a pimp of books or something along those lines? Then a rather llurid Llew sillustration appeared. Have we know shame? This is one of our icons people! She should be treated with more respect! I'm only joking of course. You're all fantabulous you know. Too much hot chocolate and ramen noodles. I'm sweating very badly and feeling lightheaded. It will be interesting to read all this in a normal frame of mind. I think a bunny just scooted through my office. What happened with Kirsten Kenyon's friend? I wish I had someone who wanted to be like me. Sadly, I usually want to be like someone else. I suppose Kirsten's just that glamorous. When I read posts, I think of things that I'd like to say about particular subjects all the time. I can't remember any of them right now. Logic dictates I should not post and wait for something important to say, but with all this sugar, who needs logic??!! I need to dance. All this DDR talk and New Order (and sugar) has made me a bit hyper. My sister saw Staind in London the other night. With all the great bands coming through London, she sees Staind, who played less than an hour away from me about a month ago. What a waste, but to each his/her own I suppose... Okay, that's all for now. I, for one, love dimitra's posts. Very moving indeed. -Matt _________________________________________________________________ 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 phone is dead... another finger won't hurt; in fact, it makes the phone look like the diminutive bakelite moulded communications device it occassionally tries to be
by Gordon 31 Aug '01

31 Aug '01

SCENERY Today at lunchtime was another 40 minutes by the side of the river. A couple of lovers were sat upon the rock from which I had, yesterday, made some sketches of the stone and the water, attempting to calculate how the movement, liquidity and varying focal depths might be rendered using a black biro on cheap writing paper. I made more attempts today, from a different spot. A (most probably retired) gentleman manouvered past me towards, as it later turned out for him, the wrong way as I sketched from a timber platform suspended around the base of a classical folly called St. Bernard's Well: erected, " at the sole expense of Francis Garden, Esq. of Troupe, one of the senators of the College of Justice" in 1789. Of the manouvering, the cyclist remarked that the excercise, given the tight dimensional constraints, would be achievable with me remaining in the seated position 'because we have time'. Farther downstream, a young woman sat in the lotus position on a bench, singing to herself. The results of my sketching are, of course, that of an amateur of scant practice. However, I've found the process of looking and hearing in the riverine environment strangely related to, but like a soothingly differentiated form of the manipulation of all the setting-out computer aided design plotfiles and their associated cross-referenced files (three levels; two sheets per level; 3 reference files per sheet) to be dealt with before and after these lunchtimes. Complexity is a tormenting fascination. PICNICS Picnic. 'A fashionable entertainment' enthuses the Shorter Oxford English Dictionary. The word lies between 'Pickwickian' and 'Picoid', which means 'like woodpeckers'. How bucolic. However, the fashion these days is for the artificial landscape: concrete jungles and... that vista of polished timber known as the bowling alley. The latter is to be found, Edinburgh-wise, in Fountainbridge: http://www.bowluk.co.uk/CentreDetails.asp?Centre=Edinburgh%20Megabowl&Locat… There's a link to a map there, too. The suggestion is as follows: I thought maybe whoever might like to, could go bowling there starting, say, at 2pm on the 15th September, 2001, beacause Mister 'Breams' Jeremy is coming to visit from far away, and he seems like a really nice sorta guy. 15th is a Saturday, btw, and, so, hopefully, many lovely people will chalk it onto their personal blackboards. Even if you're decidedly unlovely, you're still really, really welcome. It's not stopping yours truly, after all... but don't let that put you off :). Buses go there from the centre of town (it's within walking distance too, if you know where you're going). Unfortunately, the private jets will have to be left at the airport so... book that limo now. Had we done the picnic a few days ago, we'd have been able to celebrate Sean Connerysh' 71st birthday in his birthplace. Fountainbridge is exactly like all the glamorous settings from the Bond movies, given sufficient imagination. I suppose if you were to nick one of the local's DB5's, though, it would have the kind of manually operated ejector seat known as a shove out the door sideways rather than a rocket-propelled exit upwards. Q, unfortunately, is no longer around to advise upon the possibility of customisations. ... And, erm, if no one says they're going to come I suggest we gate crash Harry's flatwarming party in Glasgow instead. Please E-mail me with complaints, comments, alternative suggestions or whatever takes your fancy at present 'cause, to be honest, I'm a bit lost as to where to go from this initial suggestion:) MUSIC Miss Llew (guys are supposed to namecheck Llew like the girls are supposed to namecheck Chu) would probably be horrified if I attempted to purchase Hefner's 'Dead Media' from Amazon so, any other suggestions? I want this song that has 'Peppermint' in the title: here was me thinking Hefner did dirges and Peelie plays this terribly cute, slightly melancholy number of theirs, with analogue bleeps and squirts and a bit like, eek! Yazoo. Or Maybe not: I only heard it once, whilst doing something else, i.e. chatting on #sini. This week's CD recommendation: EMI presents the magic of RONNIE RONALDE [thanking 'Rich' Richard for remembering the name off the Peelie show, with assistance from an electromagnetic recording] he was a massive star of light entertainment and ... whistles... a lot. One imagines James Bond at 5am in the late forties on his Milk float in Fountainbridge (he used to be a milkman, did our Shonne). Whistling. Picoid stylee. LONG POST This does seem like a long post. I'm still not really sure if long posts are good, because they took ages to write; or bad, because they presume one will spend ages reading it. OTHER PEOPLE I recently read Dimitra and Dahling posts at breakfast, which were lovely. I wrote a post in response which I knew I wouldn't sent and I didn't, but your posts gave me cause to think, even if I can't remember exactly what, at the moment. Pinefox seems to be in a cabal involving real people like 'Mr. Moore' 'Trousers' and a guy living, vicariously, one might add, in the 'Saracen's Head'.. oh yes.. 'Mr. Miller' alongside the likes of Molly Bloom and literary fictions mingled, to disarming effect, with literary facts. Rob from the sea and another Llew post, something from Velocity; Mandee's Chandler... it's well, 1400 or so people... OTHER FICTIONAL PEOPLE Ms. Francine Euro-Mark was a collector of letters. Having spent the greatest part of her... If I go on any more you might think I'm meaning something, which wouldn't do at all:) 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: hello, is it safe?
by Adam uni 31 Aug '01

31 Aug '01

hi everyone, As I can tell from the curious looks on your faces, you've noticed I'm a new'en. I wasn't sure what to write in my first email to you all, it feels a little like going for a job interview. I suppose the best place to start would be to tell you about me. I'm 19, male (incase you didn't already suss that) and I'm about to start my second year at aberystwyth uni. I'm afraid I'm neither pasty-faced or a vegan, so I hope I don't recieve too much stick over that. :o) I've never read anything about a welsh picnic on the list, but if there are any other sinisterions in wales, I'd really like to go to one. At the moment I'm at my non-uni home in rugeley, a small-ish town in staffordshire. I've just watched the England V. Germany game which made me smile, although I have to confess to knowing nothing about football. I've had a really good summer home with my friends, well, till I crashed my dads car 2 days ago, but its only plastic and metal, is it wicked not to care? (no-one was hurt) I'm quite a newbee to the joys of B & S really. I was first introduced to them by my nihalist friend when I was 18, in the last year of 6th form. Although I opt for a more negative utillitarianist philosophy, we have very similar music tastes since that epiphany. In the interests of not 'hyping up' this first email lark, I'm going to leave it there. But if you ever want to know anything, just ask. Smile! Adam +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: If we all went back to another time...
by Mikesjobeck＠aol.com 31 Aug '01

31 Aug '01

One of those astonishing mornings when it seems the entire history of the planet is all at once converging inwardly upon my delicate, seafaring nature. Oh! You see, I live a seashell toss away from the Pacific Ocean on a little island actually, here on the coast of California where so often I walk UN-wearily and rather passionately the complete circumference of these delightful dimensions! This morning I brought with me once again the "beautiful" lyrics and musik of our dear "Belle and Sebastian" and so I thought to share a few of my impressions, the way one feels when they are staggering against a brisk sea-wind, kicking up pebbles and sand and the time of another age when there appears just beyond the crashing, fragrant surf signs that you are whole-heartedly ALIVE and CONTENT and the breathing music only reinforces this! A lone gull goes soaring outward upon that golden morning sea... The spindrift from the waves are gusting off from the shoreline, coming in to tickle your nose and wanderlust spirit... "A century of fakers" (live version) inspires you to pick up your pace and bow to imaginary literary figures of the past... Here came "Werther" came "Onegin" came "Rashkolnikov" and finally "knulp" All weaving their saltwater logged bodies evanescently from out the sea and into a half remembered world that somehow you have now become a part of? Ah! And yet again a spooky witch in a sexy dress somehow snaps you out of it!! And you go on furthur... Westward now until in the distance you see once more, weather-beaten redwoods sliding down from the bluffs and stumbling into the torn surf over a period of centuries... The witch has ditched her dress! Grabbed her dirty broom and now is wearing red lingeries and nothing else! She leaps off skyward into the breeze, aloft with the bright morning against her pale flesh and veers above the tips of those swaying gallows, suddenly disappearing into the shadowy undergrowth of the forest... She will be back!!! Now you think of other more pressing matters! And turn homeward bound... Only 5 more days until your most "favourite" band in the world is set to grace the entire WestCoast of America!!!! You go over your checklist once more but even more excitedly than the last time! 1966 Satellite tuned and ready to roar 2 thousand miles? =s YES!!! Tickets in hand to all shows?? =s YES!!!! except for Portland, since there has been a terrible mailing mis-hap you must clear up TODAY!!! Do you know where all the "pic a nics" will be and when??? Naturally NO!!! :( Im not a clairvoyant damn it! But a hell of a frisbee player YES! :) Will you write Sinister for Hjelp? ... YES!!! Will you piss some of them off? YES!!!! :0 Oh!!!! But you have to exuse my delerium since it is only Sandrine and I who have always LOVED this band and now they are actually going to make this epic Voyage!!!!! And everyone else on the island have been bombarding us with 3rd class JUNK! without the slightest trace of orginal artistic merit :/ so YES!!!! YES!!!! YES!!!! My eyes are truely filled with tears of JOY!!!! And the sea continues, just as it was.... The fairest of dreams Sjolander p.s dear sinisters!!!! please forward any "pic a nic" information:) much obliged.... +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: We have ONE extra ticket for the Sept. 8th SF Show
by Brandt Fundak 31 Aug '01

31 Aug '01

If someone wants it, it's a floor seat and will cost you $30. If you are interested e-mail me at brandtpfundak(a)yahoo.com. I'll then tell you how to contact me in California. My e-mail usage over the next few days will be sporadic at best, so if I don't get back to you immediately, don't fret. I probably haven't seen it yet. However, it's First come, first serve, so if you don't hear back from us, that means we sold it. So it's in your best interests to e-mail me as soon as you see this. Cheers! Brandt ===== "Selma, Jub Jub is fantastic! He's everywhere you want to be!" --Troy McClure __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get email alerts & NEW webcam video instant messaging with Yahoo! Messenger http://im.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: wrong song, whoops!
by chris perriman 31 Aug '01

31 Aug '01

thanks to everyone who told me it was the magnetic fields who did the 'chicken with it's head cut off' song sorry for saying it sounded like 'the model', the song i meant was 'family tree' so thats why you were all confused, cheers :) hi to all my new msn type buddies, (waves) this one's dead short isn't it?! bye for the noo Pez* www.pez.com - the wonderful world of pez ;) ivorytowers.8m.com - ivory towers records www.drpez.com - Dr Pez, Spain's premier fish doctor (i think) _________________________________________________________________ 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: Cay with a C's song
by Photojenni27＠aol.com 31 Aug '01

31 Aug '01

Have you ever noticed the effects that pigtails have on a person? A gene that only comes into play when your hair is tightened with two pieces of elastic must spark it off. Anyway, my hair is now long enough for me to have two teensy ones at the back of my head which, combined with my glasses make me look "damn cute" according to the Popkitten. They certainly contributed to my mood last night, or maybe that was just sparked off from going to see Josie and the Pussycats. I had a really boring day at work yesterday (it was the more boring of my two jobs which involved me placing 1000 labels onto 1000 pieces of paper and attaching tassels to pieces of cardboard * yawn *) so it was with great glee that I accepted the Popkitten's suggestion that we go out that night to the cinema to see something silly and then play DDR. She arrived with freshly dyed hair, wailing that she was ashamed to show her face in public because she looked like a Goth (Her hair was supposed to be bluey-black and just turned out to be black instead) so to cheer us up, we bought a big bag of sweeties and went to see Josie and the Pussycats. It was well ace! It had Oz from Buffy as a member of a really silly and highly amusing boyband. The bit when they emerge after landing in a Metallica gig made me giggle really loudly. Plus there was a really cute boy in it who looked like one of my old boyfriend's so that made me super-happy. I really pity anybody who sits in front of or behind me and the Popkitten in a cinema as we get really loud and silly and giggle and shout "Yey!" at stuff we like. After that, we decided to go and play DDR. DDR is aceness…I finally know what that evil seducer Ken Chu was going on about now. We played it three times, and I managed to lose my shoe halfway through dancing to "Video Killed the Radio Star." My little sister is ace at it, she's always there and can dance on a really fast track on super-advanced level or something. I however am crap at it. The Popkitten managed to get 37 combos. I only got 2. People kept watching us too, which was embarrassing, especially when my shoe went flying. Oops. For some reason last night, I kept smiling at everybody and everything seemed to be beautiful and alright in my world. It's not, it never is really. But for some reason last night, it didn't matter. It just evaporated into the air as me and the Popkitten skipped along the embankment of the dual carriageway singing Clinic songs, as I wrote a note to the waitress who served us at Pizza Hut to thank her for smiling at me and being lovely and that she really should go and play DDR next door because it rocks more than pop rocks. I sent silly text messages to the lovely James and ate lollypops and asked the people at the cinema to give me free posters for my new room. Perhaps the best bit about last night was the walk home. The bus stop near my house is only a two minute walk way, and when I got off the bus home from the cinema, Radiohead's "How to disappear completely" was on my discman. It's always been my favourite song on Kid A, and when I heard them play it in Oxford in the rain it was the most beautiful event of the whole evening. I was on my own, and it was a fairly clear night. You could see the stars peeping out in the spaces between clouds and the moon gave everything a gorgeous translucent glow. It was getting fairly cold, which gave the whole scene an edge to it, made it more real somehow. I always play my music on my discman loud, much to the chagrin of passengers on buses and trains, and last night was no exception. Thom's voice swoops down on you from afar, it ripples, it swells with volume and emotion almost to breaking point, set off beautifully with the accompanying guitars. It was the lyrics though that really got to me. I've walked down that road on the way home so many times and in so many different situations for years. I've skipped down that road, sang down that road, held hands with various people on the way home on that road, dreaded what was to come when I reached the end of that road…and it occurred to me last night that I won't be walking down that road to go home for much longer. I leave soon to start new things in a different place, leave the past behind as it were. "In a little while, I'll be gone…the moment's already past, yeah it's gone…" The music spread through me, it's beauty seemed to be a part of me. I watched the clouds drift by and counted the stars and realised how big the world was and how even though I'm going to a different part of it, the stars and the moon would always be the same, they would always be there. It reminded me of one night when I was talking to the boy in the tree on the phone and we both went into our back gardens to look at the moon together. Even though we were far away from each other, in different places and environments, we were both looking at the same thing and therefore in a sense we were together. All the way home I look to the skies and the stars and the moon. When I reach my house, I sit on the pavement outside, look at the sky and play the song again. I'm sorry this isn't Belle and Sebastian related…but to me it was beautiful. And if this isn't a list where beauty is discussed on a daily basis then I've obviously been reading the wrong posts. - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - -- - - - -- - - - - - - -- - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - --- -- - - - - - - - - Manchester picnic people! When, when when!! I'll be happy to help with the organisation of the whole thing so long as it is in the next three weeks. If anybody wants to email me about it with offers of help and hugs off list, then it would really be appreciated. It's obvious that there is a lot of interest in this thing, and why should London have all the pic-a-nic-ing fun? As for the end of the Indie-thread saga…hahaha…the powers of Doctor Photojenni triumph once again. Obviously Mr Chu, as evil as he is, has good taste and knows my weakness for Vodka and Red Bull. However sir, where are the maintenance payments for young Pika? Her DDR addiction is getting out of hand now, and I need to pay therapist bills and the suchlike * giggle * I'm a bit perturbed at the whole someone-on-list wanting to put me in car crushed thing though. I'm not that evil. No, honest. Love and Lollipops Cay xXx P.S. Jim, your post was absolutely lovely. It's always nice to know that someone sees the beauty prevalent in an often grey world. P.P.S. Hopefully I've got evil AOL 6.0 problems sorted out now. A heeeeooooggee huggle to everybody who helped me out and sympathised with the dire evils of AOL. P.P.P.S I just got my Benicassim photos back! And there's one of me with Struan! And he looks absolutely adorable! My mum thought he was my summer romance when I showed her the pictures, and I haven't yet had the heart to tell her who he really is… "Girlfriends? Boyfriends? They come and go, Now Pickled Onion Monster Munch? They're eternal..." http://photojenni.diaryland.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: Loneliness of the middle distance runaway thread (EXCLUSIVE Final episode!)
by Ken Chu 31 Aug '01

31 Aug '01

"there's the turn in for 10 roddington place", said Murdoch. Idles gently turns the steering wheel. "HOLY DUCKS!", Idles exclaimed, "The brakes aren't working!" The car, totally out of control, skids and overturns into the hedge. "Is everyone alright?" asked Sunny. "Aye, just a minor bruise that's all," said Murdoch, "Idles your driving hasn't changed a bit". "Ach, naw!" Idles shouted, "The brakes' been rigged, I wonder who can do such a thing." "Well at least everyone's safe, let's get back to work," said Jenni, "we can claim the insurance back later" So the gang crawls out of the upturned car, and made a few paces towards 10 Roddington Place, suddenly the upturned car exploded behind them. "Fuck me!", the ugly Gardner dame ejaculates, the V-bird stays silent but gave the dame a cryptic twinch of her eye. "Knock!" Idles banged on the door. There was no answer. "Knock! knock!" Idles banged on the door, waiting impatiently for someone to shout out "Who's there". "Who's there?" "Oh shut up Murdoch you're not funny", Idles chides, "let's break through the door without further ado". "Aye, ado, ken" shouts murdoch "No I SAID WITHOU..", as Idles was mumbling she sees Murdoch clutches his hands generated a fireball that he fired into the door, the door was instantly incinerated as well as the whole of the doorway. "You were only supposed to blow the bloody doors off!", said V-Bird in her pretend cockney accent with a hint of Birmingham twang that she couldn't hide. The gang giggled, but their giggles didn't last very long, the man inside was dead. Buried in his own peacock feather, drowned in his own peacock juice. "You burnt him to death you moron!" cried Idles "he was our only clue!" "No, burnt wasn't his cause of death", said Jenni as she took off her blue dufflecoat and puts on her white dufflecoat with pockets on it reveals a badge, "Dr Jenni Quincy M.E.", it read. She continued, "Look at the cuts on his throat." "Who cut him to death like this then??" asked Sunset. "NOOOOO!" Exclaimed Dr Jenni, "DON'T YOU SEE! His veins are saturated with taurine!! DON'T YOU SEE! He didn't die of the cut wound! I think someone is hiding something and sure as hell I'm gonna find it out!" Jenni storms out of the scene. The rest of the group followed. ===================================== Jenni finds her old friend, Laura Llew, who has the whereabouts of everyone on both sides of the Atlantic Ocean after compiling a network of illegal music trade, "I need your help," she said, "I need to locate Chu". "I'm afraid no can do, i can find her i can find you, but I sure as hell cannot find chu", said Laura Llew. "I have cupid in my cellar, tho, if you want him." "No it's ok, I've had enough love recently after meeting JenOwl, she's been in a girls only phase, I'll let you have her number one day", replied Jenni, as she closed the door and walked out of the building. "THUMP!" was the last sound Jenni hears before she slumps onto the ground. ==================================== Jenni woke up with her hands tied behind the chair, the room was pitch dark, but no longer, the lights were turned on as she heard the flick of a finger, and she knew exactly who he was, who else, can make a flicking noise with only one finger? "Chu!" Jenni said. "Hello there," said Chu, "It is a pleasure, meeting Dr. Quincy herself, normally it'd be even more of a pleasure when a gorgeous girl as you is here tied up in my chair" Jenni blushes, Chu continues, "but this time, I have a favour to ask." "What favour are you possibly going to ask! Why don't you just poison me with Taurine like you did to peacock!" said Jenni. "I thought you were good.." said Chu "I'm disappointed, I ask you, did you find any Glucuronolactone in the man's blood?" Jenni's eye sparkled, "No! You're right, if he was poisoned with bull's blood he would have been heavy laden with Glucuronolactone! How could I have missed it!" "Maybe you need some stimulation for the body and mind, my dear." said Chu. "Okay easy now, so I was wrong, but who was the killer?" asked Jenni. "The same man who was behide everything." said Chu, "and I need you to trap him." ========================================== Jenni wakes up the next morning dressed in nothing but a duvet, "Oh him", she moans, but quietly grins, Vodka and bulls blood always gets the better out of her. Chu had already left, leaving only a note "You are my only hope." Jenni gathers up the gang, and sets out on their plan, "Honey's bar, at the same time as when the Chinaman goes to the dentist", the gang nods. At 2:30, the gang arrives at Honey's bar, "Ok, begin operation Purple Furrydice" Idles said "You may be wrong but I am right but Tennington is not the best author ever" The Narrow Wizard replied "That is not true but the word fuck is an acronym" Jenni exclaimed "No, you silly people, you should make a badge that says 'I love Ken Chu' on it" The ugly dame said, "The worse football player ever is Andy Cole" Suddenly, bursted through the door came a man, with a purple jumper looking slight dazed but with one eye focused as acutely as Ken Chu is a cutey, holding a glass of Gin and Tonic in his hand. "Cole!" he shouted. Jenni acts fast, as soon as the sight of the purple man is seen she grabs hold of his arms and sets him into a full nelson. "We've been expecting you," said Jenni, "Mr Pine Fox". "Lloyd Cole Lloyd Cole Lloyd Cole", the PF replied. "Ah, it's been a long week, " said Idles in relief, "but finally, the ..." before she could continue, she felt a gun pointed to her back. "Finally, you are history, I think you mean, " the voice behind Idles said, "you fucked in the head psycho fan" "Editor, you're here!", said the PF. "Steven Wells!" Idles shouts, "I should have known!" "Well it's never late than never, but I'm afraid after this trigger, you'd be gone forever", said Wells. "That's rhymes fuckin' worse than Travis lyrics!!!" shouts sweetie as she bursts into the room and disarms Steven Wells, "ok! You slitty peepered thirty year old man, you've played your final chord" "Sweetie you saved us! But what took you so long?" asked Idles. "Um, why are you guys so early? I got here now at 3pm, that's when my Chinese friend went to the dentist last time" The gang pats sweetie in the head, as the criminals were led to their cell. ==================================== A year later, the gang reunioned for a drink at honey's bar, and reminisced that time last year when all hell were broken loose. The group smiled and sighed at the ups and downs, as Idles joked about everyone chipping in on her insurance bill. "You've missed out on all the action, little girl", Jenni gently whispered to young Pika, "I wonder where your dad is now...", she quietly sighed and looked upon the sky. <The end> +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: A song for the lonely
by JAMES GILMER 31 Aug '01

31 Aug '01

Hello Sinister people, The subject line comes by way of the Drugstore song by the same same. Everyone go out and buy "White Magic for Lovers" because it's as good as it gets. Anyways, a lot of people have mentioned how lonely they are and how they wish they could talk to this girl or that boy. I went through a shy stage at one point in my life, but I got over it rather quickly. I suppose there's not much to be said that shy people haven't heard before, you all know the drill; don't be afraid, take a chance and talk to people, and so on and so forth. It's a bit like telling a depressed person to cheer up, nine times out of ten the depressed person nods and forces a grin and then goes back to sulking, but there's still that one person who smiles and laughs and gets on with it. So I'll say it again to the shy people; come out and play with us. Take chances and be daring and brave and silly and stupid and all that, all the things they tell us as kids that are bad and childish (funny that, children are forever being told they're acting like children, isn't that the way it's supposed to be?). Talk to the girl you've always fancied, smile at the boy you've always wanted to smile at. Sure, some won't return the smile, these people are not worth your attention. Eventually you'll find your smile returned and your hello greeted with a friendly "Hi". Because if you don't get out and smile and say hello and enjoy the trees and the cities and the sky and the sea and the people then what was the point of all this (in the general sense of life)? It's only a ride, and it goes up and down and is sometimes loud and scary but it's still only a ride, and sooner or later it stops. Oh, and make no mistake, people (even your friends) will kick you in the teeth from time to time, it happens, it's an annoying part of life and the most you can do is shrug and move on. Those people who'll knock your confidence and kick you in the teeth (metaphorically speaking) can't hurt you unless you let them. Meet them with a smile and a shrug and their power over you melts away like sugar in the rain. And despite your best intention you'll kick someone's teeth in and act the prat and say stupid things and do stupi things and all that, but that's life and it's annoying but it doesn't pay to obsess over it. Bugger all that, I'd rather meet the world with a filthy grin and a laugh, because I don't want the people who think Fear is Good win. The fear that keeps us shy and quiet and not out there singing songs and doing brilliant things. California is calling to me, and it looks like I'll be heading out that way to catch a few shows and do a bit of travelling with a fellow listee. I'm quite excited about it. I'm almost as excited about the Great Lakes Sinister Picnic happening this weekend in South Bend, Indianna. If any of you who are planning to attend have questions on how to get there, drop me a line and I'll instruct you as best I can. Be Sinister... Jim _________________________________________________________________ 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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