August 2001 - Sinister - missprint.org

Sinister: Nice B&S boy looking for place to crash after SF concert
by Ben Chess 26 Aug '01

26 Aug '01

Hi trusty sinistereens, Ok, I'm a little crazy. The plane ticket from Detroit to San Fran on September 8 is about $240. I promised myself that when B&S came to the US, I'd fly out to see them, whereever they might be. And fortunately plane fare is pretty cheap right now, I might just be crazy enough to do it. I want to, at least... :) But as a college student I'm still trying to keep the price of this adventure low. Unfortunately my UC Santa Cruz friend just got enrolled at USC in LA this week, which leaves me without a place to stay. If there is anyplace I could crash, perhaps a Co-op? I live in a co-op here in Ann Arbor and I love it. A friend said there was a really nice vegetarian co-op in SF with nice kids, but the name escapes me now.... Ohhhhhhh, I'm sorry for rambling. But if anyone could donate a little floor space somewhere in San Fran to lay my sleeping bag after whatiknowwillbe a super B&S concert, my heart would be filled with gratitude! Rubber duckies, Ben +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: It's reet goood darn sarth. London like!
by DansonHatcher＠aol.com 26 Aug '01

26 Aug '01

There I was,waiting half awake in St Pancras watching the people doing their stuff, A single pidgeon bravely strolled up to me and looked deeply in to my eye's (and I back into his), what I saw was a bird with problem's, a bird who worked/shat on people all the hour's god sent to support his wife and nest of 17 pidgeon children, so being as my newly purchased french stick was looking less appealling by the minute I tossed him a little sample to try. Well you should have seen those little eye's light up! Of course now he'd worked out where breakfast,Lunch and three course dINNER were coming from and there was no chance of him leaving me be. Well, like I say he was very grateful of the meal and hopped up on the bench next to me to have a chat,it went a bit like this..... Feathered friend = "so me ol' cocker, where you from? 'cos you obviously ain't a Landaner" James = "yes that's right, Im just visiting London this weekend Im from Leicester ,I've had rather good time really" Feathered friend = "well let me give you some advice, if you're looking for a good night out then you ought to pop in The Betsy Trotwood. I could'nt believe what I'd heard, word's from a bird. WOW. If anyone should know London I suppose it would be a pidgeon. But yes it's true Betsey Trotwood was absolutely fantastic Don't really know what to say,other than it was so good to put some name's to face's, Oh and I'd better warn people about some beer's with funny name's "Waggledance" and "Orangeyboom" for instance. cos I was sick as a dog and it had me sitting around like a zombie for an hour or so. I so felt better toward's the last hour or so with an excellent soundtrack of Electrelane,Mint Royal,Belle and Sebastian(oh really)and lot's of people I can't think the name's of right now. The atmoshere in the place when "Boy with the..." came on was just lovely. A very big thanQ to Ben. who sorted out the part of my trip I'd not paid much attention to.... ....Somewhere to stay. Ben's house is now rated at NUMBER ONE IN MY LIST OF SINISTER CRASH OUT SPOT'S. Beating Chris Jones's blow up matteress by a point or so, but only due to the luxury of a double bed. Although Ben would certainly have ran away with the title had he taken a leaf from Chris's book, by serving me a RIBENA and crisp's breakfast. Looking forward to Friday's going's-on, if they still are. and as always..... ....If you've read this FAR then you're an absolute STAR. James Some of this post is actually based on reallity +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Red Pants Day Picnic
by David Moore 26 Aug '01

26 Aug '01

Hi All, Pardon me for interrupting. REPORTING BACK >From the opposite end of the age spectrum. Yesterday's picnic was held in Regents Park on a hammeringly hot day so we sat in the dappled shade of a tree near the camel & llama enclosure. About 40 people turned up, I think. Sally, Lucy, Liz and Carey (lovely surprise to see her!) all proved that they were honouring the day correctly at various points through the day. Not me though: the maroon ones I wore for last year must have, er, shrunk in the wash or something as I couldn't manage to get them on comfortably. Elena wore a stunning top, and the girls practised hip-swinging walks to the loos & back. We listened to B&S live, The Loving Spoonful, the Eurosexuals (or would have done if the CD could have got past the 58 second mark), The Aislers Set, & the Moldy Peaches (I think - anyway, one of those bands you young people like nowadays) As I sit here listening to Belle and Sebastian and writing to the Sinister list whilst drinking coffee from a B&S Girl Reclining mug, I can't recall what I said when interviewed by the R1 researcher with the lovely smile who came along with Carsmile to collect material for her piece on fans. I'm certain it was bollocks though, so luckily it won't be broadcast. I wonder how we compared to the Manics fans she met last? What else can I remember now? Elena's story of her Papa being covered in llama spit when she was four, Lucy admiring Marks's meat & one veg up the leg of his shorts (Carey saw too), girls laying on the grass posing for early 90's indie band cover shots, goats, emus, sheep and an elephant, the lunatics playing football, (afterwards Peter Carter looked like he was going to have a heart attack & Robbo's veins stood out on his forehead like one of those transformation sequences in a horror film)and the birds getting restless as the sun began to set. (Epecially a great big one that looked like a toucan.) Others reporting for duty: Le Troussé, 2 Polish girls whose names I don't know how to spell, picnic uncle Cabbage, Robbo, Richard, PeetSketchSteve, Paul Field, Mike Winship, aSm & some cult leader bloke. (Bless you!) Lilly 96 attended via the phone from his lonely satellite picnic in Kelvingrove park. (Aaah!) Then off for the ride in aircon comfort listening to S Club 7 & Ronan <swoon> whilst adjusting our makeup to The Betsey Trotwood for TIGERMILKING where DJ's Cabbage, Casarotto, Lixibell & Lucy did their utmost to keep the dancefloor filled. Mark I hope you reached the magic 42 people break-even number. Here Archel, Matt and Chris Butler/Señor Droolcup joined the throng. Star-shaped velcro hairslides were in vogue, people danced like loons to Le Pastie de la Bourgeoisie & other hits & I wondered what kind of perverse snobbery made me not rate Dexy's Midnight Runners at the time. Apologies to all those particiPants whose names I forgot or don't know. OTHER STUFF How completist do you guys want to get? There's a Shoeshine Records sampler (only £1.99) available with a bonus cut "You Don't have To Cry" (Gene Clark, who is as we all know the 22nd GREATEST SONGWRITER IN POP HISTORY) by Frank "Jackson" Blake (Norman Blake, Stevie Jackson & Francis Macdonald) - see here: http://www.shoeshine.co.uk/Sampler.htm & you can get Stevie Jackson's version of Future Pilot aka's Beat Of A Drum from the Domino site here: http://www.dominorecordco.com/sounds/futu_beat.mp3 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 +-+ +-+ "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 Craggy
by Gordon 26 Aug '01

26 Aug '01

Erm... apologies to P.S. like this, but I've just been reading through the last few days posts and, well, I mentioned how beautiful I found Gneissy's post in #sinister, but not here. I was at a few discussions at the Royal Fine Art Comission for Scotland last week: evidently, topsoil is one of our most precious resources and so the idea arose as to why not revive a 19th Century plan to leave the grass alone and build a tall village on these rocky Craigs? Would people jump from the windows of these super-elevated tower blocks, or merely look down over the rest of us burghers? Last time I was up there was with a bunch of people around 4am by a lochan with a bottle of mead. I've run up and around it and this mass of rock: how psychologically complex its surfaces? The aspiration latent in its height: heightened sensibilities and the concepts relating to Nietszche's superman or the profound abyss of vertical extent... More than anything, I suppose it was the simply described facts in Will's posts that I found so deeply moving. Oh... and salutations to Kirsten's field and Idle's story. 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: beware the foresail
by Gordon 26 Aug '01

26 Aug '01

Woke up yesterday morning covered in dust: woodshavings; plaster dust; sawn-brick dust and to the sound, stangely reminiscent in parts to Ryuchi Sakamoto's soundtrack to the *Sheltering Sky* (Paul Bowles as envisioned by Bernardo Bertolucci before he got infatuated by the girl Tyler). It wasn't the Japanese stylist, though, but Talvin Singh of the Asian Dub Foundation. I dreamed, in some detail, about sailing a yacht. My reasoning is that main and aft sails are, essentially, balanced by the keel but if you use the puffy sail way out front it will give you forwards propulsion with the wind behind you, but if it gets you on the side, it'll blow you over. So this rich, ambient, electronic surround-sound is going on as I roll around, head on a pillow wrapped in a plastic bag (even this is dusty) virtually crashing bows into tangy spray somewhere up in a Northern Sound ('Sound' being a stretch of water between islands). I wake up at the offer of tea. A black and white movie is playing silently on a television screen: One of those fast 30's movies like Chaplin or Harold Lloyd or the Cops one. Keystone. Buster Keaton. Ah... to wake up in the flat of a fellow architect... well, three architects, to be precise and, me.. the assistant. One book on the shelf: 10x10, chief editor 'Ilona' Iona; previous uni chum of my host. He hadn't previously realised. She was never much of a designer and now she has greater status than the rest of us put together. 'Morning' It's nearly lunchtime. All the taxis pass in the wrong direction. It is suggested that I've had one too many after my first Vodka and Red Bull at the Scotsman (heh! Forget Indiekid! I got the dissolute look to perfection! (kinda dusty and unshaven: sturdy blue-black cloth to my '60's suit jacket; falling apart) so I head off to the Palm Court bar at the Balmoral instead, via Waterstones' in order to pick up a copy of Evelyn Waugh's *Vile Bodies* which is more modernist; less elegiac than *Brideshead*. Maybe I shoulda tried Honeyz Bar. Then the theatre. I get to the Lyceum only to find my ticket is for the Playhouse: two miles away and about 500 yards from the Balmoral. Pah! Dancing. Funky stage set by Zaha Hadid and more rich electronic dub music. The dancers, at certain points, seemed to almost become the shifting arcs of the set, and there were video projections too, both magnifying and variously re-configuring the dancers and their context: the theme was 'Metapolis' : the pursuit of city, to construct one of severally similar possible etymologies. Afterwards, I met a girl who said.. 'I've known you for like, five minutes and it's obvious you're really depressed'. Perhaps I should have replied: 'That's because I can't kiss you'. But, of course, I said no such thing. We parted. In my defence, I would say that one has to balance the awe of the unknown with a fidelity to competence. Being incompetent in most areas of life, however, I'll stick with the strange; the new; the unknown... put it this way (this actually comes via a series of discussions with the ... whatever What if we were at the very beginning of human history and not compelled towards the detailed resolution of its imminent demise? 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: A Joyous Occasion
by mummy i've grazed my knee 26 Aug '01

26 Aug '01

And indeed it was. I had just the loveliest time I've had in ages yesterday at the nicpic, despite having to start travelling at 7 in the morning in order to get there (although I feel rather humble after hearing how ArtsyDeco got there). I had to put up with a pervy old man on the bus into Ipswich. I'm not a violent person, but if he had looked at me in that way one more time, I........ London was hot and full of chimney sweeps and children begging in rags. It hadn't changed much since I last visited. I managed to purchase a few choice records, including the JD 12" with poster to complete my collection of CD, 7" and 12". I arrived outside the Odeon to find people I didn't expect to see. Sam was there with a funny leg that had a Geiger counter or something on the side that could inflate and deflate his leg at will. he also hade skate kid crutches that could be used for ice crutching because they had little pokers on the end. Peter Carter was there with a 4" rewritable digestive on the floor, but more impressively, so was ArtsyDeco all the way from somewhere over there. Carsmile Steve was confusing me because he was at Reading and in London and because he thought the Moldy Peaches were great and I'm yet to appreciate their genius. Regents park was a lovely place to have a nicpic. Rob was describing anteaters to me in grate detail as we went and I got quite excited. They are furry with big noses apparently. He didn't know whether they actually ate ants, but his boyish enthusiasm got to me and I just wanted to see these marvellous creatures. Unfortunately we sat next to some camels with floppy humps, but that was OK. More people arrived which got me over the disappointment of the anteater incident. Priscilla was lovely as ever and even James from Leicester was there and it was spanking to see him again. There were lots of people I hadn't seen before. Mark Bloomfield knew lots about things in the world in general and was an oracle. Desmond Topey sat patiently and I managed to avoid saying Desmond in a terrible Jamaican accent. On the other side, away from the tree with the dog poo were two new girls. Carsmile suggested that they were from Poland which intrigued me a lot as I once knew a lovely Polish girl called Ola. Well, one of these girls came up and asked if I was Chris and if I came from the town of Ipswich (later shunned by Trousers). It was Ola and I was very very overjoyed and full of happiness to meet her and it was lovely and nice. I talked for a little while until two more young ladies accosted me. They had tape recorders and microphones and were recording documentaries for Radio 1 about corporate whores and obsessive fans. I spoke lots but am worried that a) I will have made a complete twat out of myself talking about sinister and b) I will have made a complete twat of myself by slagging off the York Student Union of which I am a member. Oh well. This is going to be a long e-mail. Perhaps I should do it in instalments. Oh! I'm in such a good mood now I might as well continue. Carsmile and Sam laughed at my top 12 song writers of the last decade. I was sad. Mark Casarotto was angry. how can such a gentle man have so much hate? Lots of people were forced to look at my photos and to make complimentary comments about me posing with his Struanness. I hope everyone liked them. After Sam had left and Stuart Hallifax had talked on the phone live from waiting to see Elbow at Reading I talked to Ola some more. Stevie Trousers paid me a flatteringly large amount of attention, I'm sure there was no ulterior motive! He doesn't like Ipswich though, which is OK because it is rubbish. Ken Chu was there. He didn't do that much as he was on the phone for ages, but he did manage the most seductive poses I have ever seen against a tree. We went to the Spread Eagle and I scrounged a drink off James, even though he had to sell his CD's to get to London. Mr. Apps was nice and we decided there must be a sinister Christmas bash. I had to go because I had nowhere to stay for Tigermilking, but it was the loveliest time I have had since......oohhh......the 26th of June. Some of you will know what happened then. Thank you all for making me so happy. Chris Jones. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 Smiths Strikes Back!!!!!!
by Toby C 26 Aug '01

26 Aug '01

to indie kids and non-indie kids.... whatever...who care? I ve read an article, on Dazed and Confused, bout the misunderstood Latino youth (in LA) who love The Smiths and reckon Moz as their role model....this is now two thousand and one now, man... i hope i can join one of them too.... if this is not a Latino-only thing... And I bought Luna's Live album (released few months ago, when the Galaxie 500 tribute album was released)too. good old Dean sung Galaxie 500 tune again... it toke the heat off me for a while. I am in a band right now... playing bass and writing songs. I ve 2 song now.... and one of them is called "Jellyfish" (or "Jellyfish's Dream")with a line "I live my life in my mobile home"... does this line make any sense to u native english speaker? I am trying to fill the lyrics in Cantonese (the language we speak in Hong Kong) ...but it is so damn hard coz Cantonese is a nine Tonal Lauguage. ihope i can play like Naomi Yang. Simians rules! Toby __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Make international calls for as low as $.04/minute with Yahoo! Messenger http://phonecard.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: It's not the fact that he's following you, it's that he's not trying to hid - that's what's bothering you...
by Jason Andreas 26 Aug '01

26 Aug '01

Hey twee mother hubbards... It came to me last night, when we were in the Space gig, that Stuart Murdoch is little more than a walking set of spring-loaded dildoes. He's got that sort of wiry thing to him, and he seems to attract a certain amount of women, so that must be why. He's nothing but sex in a springy body. God knows why I thought of that. I was holding hands with a girl from Coatbridge whose name I can't remember, unfortunately. Was going to ask for her number, but got slightly distracted by Tommy, the big bitch that he is ;) I saw a pigeon this morning on my way to work. Nothing unusual there, you may think, but this one had a knackered foot, and it was limping along like some sort of old soldier with a war-wound. It was pitiful and sad, so I fed it a bit of my sandwich. I wonder how it's getting on. I'm becoming too concerned with pitiful animals/insects. I need to be hard and kick them in the nuts (© Eric Cartman). You have crisps? Ro-sham-bo you for them... Aaaanyway... the gig... Wandered for a while, then eventually headed along to the Liquid Room. It seemed to be following the King Tut's school of opening the doors on time - ie, half an hour late, which meant the support band (more on them in a minute) had to miss out their last song through time constraints. Ok, Sizer Barker opened. They were pretty damn good. Not at all what I expected from a band supoprting Space - quite a lot of varied influences here, from Lou Reed to Crowded House - which was cool. They liked my energy in the front row, so they invited me back stage (and Sweetie as well, of course) and we chatted there for a while. I got a signed running order, and a hug from the fucking cute bassist, and I gave Sweetie the setlist so she could have that signed. We got their e-mail address and we'll probably go and see them in Tuts when they play there next month. Very good start. Ok, Space came on. I managed to get Tommy to dedicate the first song - Mr. Psycho - to Sweetie, and he had a wee chat with her between that and the second song. We kept bantering with him for most of the gig, and I managed to start a 'Who the fuck are Man United' chant with the guitarist too, which was fun. Tommy kept coming over to shake our hands and point at Sweetie's hair, which she seemed to appreciate. Fuck, it was big. Anyway, that's beside the point. At the end of the gig, I managed to get the setlist (he came right over to hand it to me, which was nice of him) and he directed us towards the tour manager to get Sweetie's e-mail address to do an interview for her new fanzine, if it ever takes off. The band were cool, completely down to earth, and just all in all, a good laugh. Even got the guitarist to say "Any team is good, as long as they're not Rangers." Which got a mixed reaction. I suggest he doesn't try that one in Glasgow, eh guys? And so, the gig drew to a close. Sweetie got her train at 11:30, and I managed to get a bus at 12:30, getting into Glasgow for about 1:30, and after various taxt-waiting shenanigans, finally crawled into bed at 3am. To be woken up by my alarm at the much-too-soon time of 7am. Grr. Anyway, next gig is Air at the Barras - less chance for audience interaction there, but on the plus side, they are French and they are insane. So that bodes well. Later... +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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're not terrific, but we're competent...
by Kirsten Kenyon 26 Aug '01

26 Aug '01

i have been having a hard time posting lately, especially since reading will's post and others that have made me think quite a bit...and i'll write something and reread it to discover that it is silly and just delete it. i'm sure this will be silly, too. one thing that has been on my mind is the idea that everywhere i can think of that i would rather be than here, there are people who are wishing they were somewhere else. i've thought about being in elementary school, when every day at recess i would wander off the schoolyard to a little wood across the road. one day i was feeling quite brave and trudged through the wood a bit to discover that it opened into a vast field. from then on, every recess was spent sitting on a stump at the edge of the field staring across to the horizon, feeling that if i could only make it all the way to the other side of that field, i would find myself someplace better. a few times i even started walking, but then i would always hear the schoolbell and lose my nerve and turn back. it's funny to think of, now that i've crossed borders and oceans...i even went back and crossed the field a couple of years ago. it was wonderfully liberating until i ran into the interstate and had to turn back again. for years i thought i was just bored, so i did quite a few unwise things in vain attempts to break the monotony...going to the home of a random man i met at the 7 eleven in the middle of the night and getting drunk talking about the bible, nudists and a communal rutabaga farm, for example. or thumbing a ride from a retired deadhead in a camaro. stupid things i'm embarassed i was naive enough to do, and which i would never do again. but those are times when i was truly happy. the rest of the time i'm just staring at the wall wishing i were anywhere but here. this is all making sense in my head but maybe not so much in writing, and if anyone is reading this they're probably scratching their dear heads right now, so i apologize. let's see, what else....last night corin and i witnessed the kickoff of a weekend festival in muskego, where we saw scads of scantily-clad middle-aged women clutching a beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other, methodically shaking denim-clad asses to the stirring rhythms of lynyrd skynyrd. wandering off from the beer tent for a moment, we found ourselves strolling along a midway lined by shifty-eyed carnies gorging themselves on fried cheese and enticing us to play silly games to win creepy stuffed animals. one game required the player to hurl beanbag frogs at plastic ducks to win real live bunnies. this, my friends, is why i need to get out of wisconsin. xoxo kirsten oh yeah...um, ken chu Care2 make the world greener! http://www.care2.com - Get your Free e-mail account that helps save Wildlife! +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Eric's Trip!!!
by Marshall Tindall 26 Aug '01

26 Aug '01

I saw Eric's Trip on Monday, it was great. Of course it was in a local club with the soundman from hell. (Hmmm...I can't hear the vocals, better turn the bass up to deafening proportions, grrrrr....) the concert was also stupid loud, it almost ruined it but thankfully, not quite. Anyway, I had to work the next day and there were three, 3!, opening acts, and Eric's Trip took the stage at like one in the morning. this wouldn't have been so bad if I didn't start work at 6 in the morning, oh well it was worth it. I did pick up a Julie Doiron and the Wooden Stars CD which is almost twee, but Julie doesn't sound much like Isobel, it still makes me all dreamy inside. I also got a Julie Doiron t-shirt (they sold out of Eric's Trip ones,dammit!!!) Oh and I forget who mentioned it but I'm not sure if McCartney's Ram album is indie at all (not that I'm sure what indie is or what the indie rating scale is but I'm not even gonna go there..) ,I've had it since I was twelve and McCartney is definitly not indie, regardless of your definition, I mean he's a friggin' billionaire and a former beatle!!! Now then... Shimmering whirlpoolsof light will never replace the sunshine in your eyes or the laughter in your souls ...so be good to yourselves sinisterinies(?) Marshall _________________________________________________________________ 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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