August 2001 - Sinister - missprint.org

Sinister: the voices you hear in your head
by idleberry 24 Aug '01

24 Aug '01

Jen said: When I read peoples posts out in my head I read them in a scottish voice. Does that mean that someone reads out my post in their head in a different voice? Well, Jen, when I read your post, I decided your voice was akin to Kim Deal. All girls sound like Kim Deal in my head, except me. I dunno what "voice" I read peoples posts in. Except Honeys- its always a Frankie Howerd voice for Honey, even though I've met Honey and I know its not true, its still the voice that gets played reading Honey's posts. Mark Castrodude has the voice of Michael Burke. and so on and so forth. Ken Chu always sounded like Mojo-jojo out of Powerpuff girls til I actually met him. And stevecarsmile has the voice of that scary dude who sings "Hes got the whole world in his hands" in Con Air. Don't ask me why- I think its cos I keep wanting to call him Steve Carstairs and stuff, and suggest hes a bit scary. A nice short post, so you can get through to the next one quicker, darlings. :) Love, Idles ***SNOG*** ===== http://clubs.yahoo.com/clubs/corduroysmoke and the world did get covered in a thick haze of corduroy smoke. And it felt good. __________________________________________________ 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: Anteaters
by Rob Butler 24 Aug '01

24 Aug '01

I wouldn't bother reading this if I were you... >...Then progressing to Regent's park, right next to the >elephant enclosure. And the anteater enclosure. Which is much better than the elephant enclosure, even though they don't put on a big show washing the anteaters. I'm not sure you're allowed to do this, but I'm going to bring some food to throw through the bars for the anteaters... I wonder what they eat? Seriously though, anteaters ROCK! Particularly giant ones. And pangolins. But as for those bloody Golden Lion Tamarins. Every third cage in the nocturnal zone contains a few of these buggers. They all need shooting, if you ask me. >Bring bouze and stuff. Am I the only one who spells it BOOZE? Like OOZE. 'Bouze' sounds camp. >Indie is NOT a word. check chambers. D'oh is a word. Indie IS a word. Check Chambers. I just did. Being a sad crossword buff, I check Chambers nearly every day, and regularly notice 'indie' whilst perusing for various obscure neologisms and archaisms. As for d'oh, apparently it was first used in the Jennings novels (by Anthony Buckridge, I think??), spoken regularly by one of the teachers, who said it more like this: 'Dooohhhhhhh' - hence the chap whose name is on the tip of my tongue but which I can't quite remember but wrote the Simpsons, uses an apostrophe comme ca: D'oh. And that's true that is, he genuinely acknowledges that that's where it came from - well, that and a Laurel and Hardy film which also used the word. God I'm a mine of trivia today aren't I? I really should get out more. Speaking of which, see some of youse at the pic-a-nic-a tomorrow. I promise not to be four hours late this time. But might go to the zoo first. They have anteaters! Rob PS. Indie: (ind-i) (informal) n. An independent record company, esp one that produces music outside the mainstream of popular music; also, an independent film or television production company. - Also adj. PPS. What's the name of that book about the horse in Czechoslovakia? The Llew Llist of B&S books reminded me - I'm sure I read somewhere about this book, and thought. Hurley's having dreams, of course, I wondered what that mad Scottish nutter was wittering on about. PPPS. Still looking for a few fabric songs for my pub quiz, which I'm giving next week. No Felt, too obscure. I've come up with Velvet Underground, Suede, Knights in white satin, and a few others. Help! _________________________________________________________________ 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: piccernic reminder
by cbrown2＠mmm.com 24 Aug '01

24 Aug '01

Hi kids Just a reminder about the London Picnic tomorrow, meeting at two pm outside the Cinema on Camden Parkway. Then progressing to Regent's park, right next to the elephant enclosure. Bring bouze and stuff. and your dancing shoes for Tigermilking afterwards 8pm til 1am in the betsey trotwood on Farringdon road. That's it, sorry for the short post but I finish early on a Friday so I'm off to sit in the sun in the park :-) Cabbagexx PS in case of rain, we'll be in the spread eagle probably +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 Case of the Runaway Thread - Inside Honeys Bar (once again)
by Sunset . 24 Aug '01

24 Aug '01

Idles awoke the next morning. "Arghh! Ribena! The hallucinations have never been this bad before. And hallucinating about the evil Chu of all people. This case is really getting to me." She dressed quickly and made her way to Miss honeyÕs bar. " If there is one thing for certain the answers to this case lie there." She thought Meanwhile, in another part of town, Sunny started to fret. Was it possible that idles wasn't the super sleuth everyone thought? The possibility didn't bare thinking about . Besides Miss Gardiner had seemed fairly convinced that the case would be solved and harmony would be once again restored to Miss Honey's Bar. And besides how could the case fail now Idles had enlisted the help of the v-bird Nevertheless Sunny was troubled and her uneasy brain couldnÕt rest. She started to think once more about Honey's disappearance. That had sure been one big coincidence. Right in the middle of this whole dirty business a letter had been received saying that she was off to France. Looking back Sunny couldn't see why nobody had spotted this sooner. This was no ordinary holiday. Honey had been forced to leave the country and Sunny intended to find out why. "Right thatÕs it" Sunny grabbed her coat and went into the kitchen returning with her dog. "We are going to Miss HoneyÕs bar." The journey nearly reached a premature end as a large seagull narrowly missed hitting SunnyÕs Head. The bird exploded before hitting the pavement. Leaving behind a faint yet distinctive smell of baking soda. Sunny shook her head."Things are getting mighty strange around here" It took sometime for sunnyÕs eyes to acclimatise to the hazy smoke. This indie schmindie case had certainly caused an upset in these parts. Idles stepped from the behind the smoke, casually knocked back her glass of ribena and spoke. "This case is getting to me. I thought we had put an end to trouble in this neck of the woods when I finally solved the mystery of the missing East Coast tour dates. But all of this happening so soon afterwards I am beginning to think there is something more sinister a foot. Sunny turned to Idles. "Look you know how things work around here as well as anybody. What is that Chu up to this time?" Idles stared slowly ahead before replying. You know I donÕt think heÕs the one behind this time. He might be an evil genius but I really donÕt think this is his scene". Sunny eyed Idles suspiciously. Was there something she wasnÕt telling her? Sunny decided it was best not to confront Idles. That gunshot scar sure looked real enough. Instead changing the subject she nodded towards a large group of people in he corner of Miss Honey's Bar. "Who are they?" "They are the lurkers sunny. Idles solemnly began to explain: "They pop their heads up now again and provide fresh ideas and help create the normal pleasant ambiance of the bar. But on the whole they sit quietly watching what is going on." "Surely they might have some idea whatÕs behind the Schmindie case?" asked sunny "I have no doubt they would but it is getting them to talk thatÕs the problem. These scmindie guys seem to have some sort of hold over them ."ThatÕs terrible" gasped sunny whose despair was ever deepening. " I think we are in big trouble this time Idles". Sunny showed the letter Honey had sent. Idles frowned slightly before speaking. "Sunny I think you are right. I received the very same letter not long ago. I wasnÕt sure what it meant at the time but what with this Rio tip off, the missing archives and the schmindie case in general I canÕt help feeling they are all linked. That dame in the overcoat might have been some use to the case but I think we are missing something. Idles and Sunny turned at and looked at a silhouetted figure stood in the doorway. It was the V-Bird, laden with an old Dansette, a selection of Heavenly and Sarah records and a double-necked Gibson. And a small hamster.V-bird "are you going to keep appearing like this?" sighed Idles "I have news!" She was waving a crumpled piece of paper in one hand and a pair of red knickers in the other. The letter read: Let me show you the scene, The indie cool queen To be continuedÉ _________________________________________________________________ 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. 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Sinister: PINING FOR THE FJORDS???????????? sorry, how rude.
by Nik Ovenden 24 Aug '01

24 Aug '01

AAAAAAGH internet cafe's are scary. Norway is lovely, but all listees are in sweden. ah well. I hate not speaking the native language. typical English tourist. (i don't repeat things louder if they don't iunderstand, though). Indie is NOT a word. check chambers. D'oh is a word. Accribits isn't. I pride myself on not being cliquey. indie is a clique. my flares are typicall charity shop fare. not to be indie, so that it's more ethical than buying slave trousers. Vegetarianism isn't a passing craze, some people belive in it. I drink fairtrade coffee and tea and eat fairtrade chocolate not to be indie. ethicism is missing in consumerist culture. i don't shop at corporations (frequently) due to anti-unionism and slave clothes trade. Also, i hate shelling out 25 quid for a pair of trousers. Gotta go, family are hassling me. last family holliday ever!!!!!yippeeee. Hello to those who mailed me. I will send your kit next week. Idles, was 3 troika bars excessive? 1 seems stingy. Ciao, Love Niko xxx __________________________________________________ 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: The Case of the Runaway Thread - Inside Honey's Bar
by Robin Stout 24 Aug '01

24 Aug '01

"Of all the bars in all the world..." The stranger used to be a regular here. Now no-one else in the bar noticed him. Idles did. "Murdoch," she growled, "I never though Id see you again." His face was hard now, and his tattoos were faded. Idles didnt shed a tear for lost youth. She wouldnt want to flatter the man. "Yeah, kid," he answered, "Well Im not here to see you. Im not here to see anyone. Jus mindin my own business." "You know the troubles in this town. The Murdoch I knew wouldnt ignore things like that. Not the Murdoch I knew that night in Milton Keynes." "Milton Keynes aint the same now, kid. Ever since the Chu gang came to town." "I never thought youd be afraid of them." "All Im sayin is its none of my business anymore. Now I have to go, Bels cookin dinner." There was one thing she knew would get through to him. That song he used to sing in Milton Keynes, all that long time ago. "Play it, Sam," she growled, "Play Slow Graffiti" "Me names not Sam," said the man at the piano, "Its Trevor. Fridays is Sams night off, see?" This time she almost spat it. "Play it, Trevor, for old times sake." "Anything you say, Miss Idles" The bar went quiet. The only sound was the piano and the ring of thirty glasses of Ribena as they were slowly placed on tables. Trevor sang: "deres a por-or-tray-ay-ayt" "I knew I shouldnt have made this a jazz song." Said Murdoch. Those lines on his face were melting, though. Idles looked at his eyes. They were blue as blue as his tattoos she remembered the night theyd got them together. That night in Milton Keynes... "...oh show me please how I will look in t-ah-wenty yee-ee-ears!" "Damn you, Idles! And stop playing that song, I never want to hear that song again!" "Stuart, stay," whispered Idles. "For me. For everyone." "I have to go. Its Bel. Shes cookin a stew, kid!" And he left +++ She could see the bedroom light from the corner of the street. Really, she should have known. It was the same light that sneaked under her apartment door as she turned the key and picked out the girl lounging in her easy chair. Her lips were red, as red as her eyes, and lit by the inch of ash hanging from her cigarette. Her legs were as long as the road to Sing Sing. She swung a tiny gun around her finger like it was a heart on a chain. "Rachel!" Idles hissed. "Its Archel now, honey. You sure look pleased to see me" "Theres only one thing in this room Im pleased to see." She reached past Archel and the gun for the bottle of Ribena on the table. It was hard to see it in this light. Why didnt Archel switch on one in this room? She swigged from the bottle, then choked. This was no Ribena. The room seemed to grow as she sank to her knees. It brightened too. A dark figure had stepped from the bedroom and towered above her. "Sleep well, Miss Idles," he laughed. "Chu!", she gasped, but before she could say any more she was out cold. To be continued... _________________________________________________________________ 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: Purple is a swell colour
by JENOWL22＠aol.com 24 Aug '01

24 Aug '01

Hewwo, Well, I'm sitting here in a purple room, with a purple bed, and purple walls and purple curtains, and a purple carpet and wardrobes full of purple clothes, and a purple chair and maths homework in a purple folder, and a purple bottle of ribena, and purple pajamas, and dolls in purple dresses, and a purple wastepaper bin and I'm reminded how much I like the colour purple. I think my throat might be a little bit purple too, cause I've got tonsilitis and can only talk in a whisper, which my family finds cute. That's swell but I'm in a slight amount of pain. Still at least I'm providing entertainment (and not being in school which is my favourite way to spend time). I wanted to get purple throat sweets, but the red ones taste better, and since I've got about 20 packets to make my way through I'd better at least like them (say goodbye to the lining of my stomach). Armed only with my Tunes and four seasons of Buffy on tape, I think I can see the bright side of this. Did anyone watch Buffy last night? I'm not posh so I don't have Sky, so that was the first time I've seen it. It was grate, but Dracula had rubbish hair and wasn't really as sexy as everyone kept making out (even though he had on a tank top at one point and tank tops are god's gift to girls). Still maybe it's cause he wasn't indie enough for me and i'm such an indie snob. Or so I keep being told by a certain buoy. Notice how I've adopted new words like swell and buoy. Buoy is boy but in a real buoyish sense of the word. A hard kid male could never be a buoy, he would just be a normal boy. It all makes sense in my head don't have me commited. Speaking of words, have you ever noticed how some words get into your head and eat away the rest of all the words in your head and be greedy and push themselves to the front so you use them all the time even though it makes you sound like a complete retard? Like swell. And nya. James the Ginger Perv Who I Am Going To Get Because He Is A Moke thinks I'm mentally defficient, but I have a grate strategy. Do you want to hear it? Insult his parentage, point out the I got straight ones and he never, and then walk away maturely (and get my friend to phone his house at 6.00am every morning for the next 10 years to shout NYA and hang up haha). Its grate. Do you think that makes me a bitch? He did do some pretty mean stuff to me though. My dad bought me magazines. I asked him for FHM but he got me Shout. Oh well at least it might have S Club Seven in it. Ooh, a Steps interview. Do you think they'll mention B&S? Will I think said something about suicide. I learned from my friend all the best ways to commmit suicide. Like when you slit your wrists you should do it down the way, towards your elbow, and not across, cause then they cant save you and you bleed to death quicker. And if you're going to OD you should take Paracetamol if you really want to die, and Ibu Profen if you're doing it for attention or a cry for help because its easier to die with paracetamol or something. And if you hang yourself theres a special place just in the little hollow bit in your neck near your shoulder and if you put the knot in the rope there, it mean that if it pulls tight suddenly your neck will snap and you will die quicker than if you just choke to death. All tips I will remember if I ever decide to try that again. I hate people who go on about their suicide attempts, especially goths, who swallow two asprin and call all their pals up and say "I tried to take an overdose man" like they're proud of it. If you tried to kill yourself, then you shouldn't boast about it. I know these trendies who boast about it and I hate that cause people who top themselves are really selfish, and really cowardly, and just generally mokes, because they're not the ones who have to live with the fact that they're dead. Nobody in the whole world has no one who's going to mourn them. Even complete mokes like Hitler had friends and stuff. There's no such thing as despair. Even if there's only one happy moment in your whole life, it's worth living. Rats, I think I might have just gone all serious. Am I turning into a goth? Someone else said about that Smiths line "It's so easy to laugh, it's so easy to hate, it takes strength to be gentle and kind." When I was 13 I thought i'd be really clever and use that on someone. They spat on me right in my face and I learned not to quote song lyrics at hard kids. For ages songs like Lord Anthony and Expectations were my theme songs for school.Especially Expectations cause of the bit at the end about being a star, because even though its not true, its always nice to listen to that part and imagine that you might be a star, or not even that, just that the posse girls might not be that much better than you. But mostly I liked it cause of the trumpets. When I read peoples posts out in my head I read them in a scottish voice. Does that mean that someone reads out my post in their head in a different voice? I blame this post on the strepsils. Hugs, Jen Ps. Ken Chu, cause everyone else is doing it and I'm a secret posse girl. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: who can blame her if she´s sleepy?
by Astrid Wiezell 24 Aug '01

24 Aug '01

Helluu sweeties! Today has been the best day in school since we started (er, monday), because we had "social day". First, we were going ot discuss masculinity and femininity with our classes, which was terrible. I seem to be the only one with opinions, but some of the boys are determined to BUG me, just because they know i get all furious and angry. Today I didn´t feel like it, so I, for once, was quiet. I know they don´t think that, REALLY. They just play pigs to annoy me. But in a friendly, sort of way. After we had lunch we went into the assembly hall, we were about 100 15-year-olds. We were going to get teached a bit of dancing! It was great, because it was like a big circle which was rotating, so you danced with almost every boy. But htat was just for learning the steps. The really fun part was shen the danceteacher thought that we were reafy to dance for real. the the girls would stand on one side of the hall, and the boys on the other, and if he said lady´s dance, the girls asked the boys to dance, and vice versa. I was SO worried of not being asked to dance, but I was, by a sweet boy in my mathsgroup, Oscar. One time, I danced with my friend Moa just to practise the steps with her. The first time the girls hade to ask the boys, I asked a boy named Alex, who I´ve been in the same class in since I was in kindergarden! But he was so boring, he just looked at his feet (he is a terrible dancer, but very sweet) so we didn´t have any eye contact. After the song was over, the person who had asked to dance would escort the other person to his or hers side of the hall and thank him/her for the dance. Next time, when we were doing a quite wild dance that I hadn´t got hold of quite yet, I asked a boy in my class, Martin, who I´ve been flirting with since a year back. So I went up and said, - Martin, do you think you could stand to dance with me (In that circlesystem, I had danced with him quite a bit and I was terrible at that dance) - OF COURSE sweetie he said, and then he put his arm around my shoulder and we walked out on the dance floor. I felt like I was a princess in his care! He was so great, and he really tought me how to do that dance and then we had such a good flow the rest of the tune we were dancing too. Oh, I could dance all night like I´m a soul girl! Martin is the type of boy who has those eyes that feels like they can see through anything. Very intense and blue. Hee hee hee. It was SO lovely! Something more Belle and Sebastianisch: For quite some time, I´ve noticed a really weird thing I do. Everytime I put on this is just a modern rocksong, and Struan sings "She stuck her finger in the air", I sing "She stuck her finger in her throat"! It´s not like I want to sing of Emma as she´s a bulimic girl! I want her to stuck her finger in the air, not her throat, but It´s just something stuck in my brain. Really strange, huh? To survive my days in school I have put up LOADS of pictures of Struan, because I feel that I CAN survive just when I look at these pictures. My friends think I´m being strange, but really, it helps. I´ve had several dreams about Belle and Sebastian. Once in a dream, they were the opening act for a terrible children´s artist in Sweden called Markoolio (!) and they were playing at an underground station in stockholm. It was really cool, because it was just me and this guy in my school, Ivar, who knew, and we stood there smiling at each other whilst all the other people just passed by. I also dreamt that Belle and Sebastian were playing here in Stockholm, but it was day, so there wasn´t any people there. I try to jump up on the stage, and THAT, ladies and gentlemen, is when I´m realizing I´m wearing a WEDDING DRESS! Then, suddenly, I am talking ot Struan, and I can just see his face, and it´s like in a frame of pastel colours, pink and very light blue-green. It was a dead good dream. Have anyone seen the group American Hi-Fi´s video Flavour of the week? That singer looks EXACTLY like one of the Hanson brothers! It´s really strange. Maybe they were twins separated at birth or something. Is anyone except moi into Muse? I love them, they´re my second favourite band, B&S are my absolute favorite. Anyway, they made a perfect gig in Stockholm, I was standing at the front, right in fron of Matt Bellamy (mmmm) and I got to play onhis guitar during the concert, and I got this waterglass after the concert. It was a fantastic concert. Matt is my favourite guitarplayer (Sorry Stevie and Stu, but you ARE in my favourite band anyway!) I think, because he does so much weird stuff to it, and it still sounds great. I should go to bed now, I am really sleepy and I have school tomorrow. Let´s go back to those french verbs then, shall we? *sighs* Parler, parlant, parlé, je parle.. Oh sod it, I´m just too tired! Loads of love to you all! Astrid xxx _________________________________________s_p_r_a_y_ Här börjar Internet! Skaffa gratis e-mail och gratis Internet på http://www.spray.se Ring upp till 70% billigare med Spray Smart http://www.spray.se/smart/allman +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Without wanting to sound like a condescending older brother...
by David Clark. 23 Aug '01

23 Aug '01

...I feel I have to add to this "indie" thread. As I haven't been a teenager for ten years I have had plenty of time to reflect on the things that troubled me then, and some of those things were the same things that are being talked about now. When I was a kid the Dunedin Sound was in full swing, and if you wanted to be "Alternative" there were a couple of options. You could go Skinhead, tough, hard, pretty much fucked in the head. You could go Punk, still going strong in 1988. You could just adopt the black jeans and tatty black jersey that was the uniform of the New Zealand bands of the time. Or you could go "Goth". I went Goth. Now what happens is, you in your need to be "different" adopt the uniform of other people who are "different". This is fine, nothing to be ashamed of, and it serves it's purpose well, being both "different" and a "uniform". The problem arises when you start to discover that the other people who have set themselves apart from the rest of society are just as messed up and inadequate as you, (that's what attracted you all to the same thing in the first place). Which means that they are not always friendly, they are not always approachable,(for some reason people in the underground look to people who share the same signifiers as suspicious). They are prone to backstabbing and bitchiness, and then there is the hierarchy. Some have been doing it for longer than you, some for less, some intimidate you with their inherent coolness and some are laughable (oh no, now you're doing it) This can seem like a blow to you, as you are young, isolated (your parents don't even understand you) and somewhat vulnerable. To make things worse you are maybe smoking pot or dropping acid, mmmmmmmm PARANOIA! The good part is that eventually it won't matter anymore, It was terrible for me at the time but now it just don't matter. As you grow you discover more about yourself and your own individuality, you stop caring what other people think and you no longer have to hide that "embarrassing" record at the back of the pile or fret about the cut of your pants and one day you will laugh out loud about it all. (it may be easy for some to dismiss this cos I come from a very small country in the South Pacific, but if anything the small size of the "scene" only exacerbates the problems as everything is more insular and all the "subcultures" have to coexist) On another note, Renaldo mentioned the smiths line "it's so easy to laugh, it's so easy to hate, it takes strength to be gentle and kind". When my little brother was in high school two "hard kids" had him hoisted up by his neck against a wall and were about to beat him up so he said that line to them and they let him go. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Re: Sinister: So you'll aim toward the sky
by Rinaldo Thatchez 23 Aug '01

23 Aug '01

Thank you, Will. When I wrote that - what I feel is at this point - infamous post last night, I didn't really mean much of it. I even said at the bottom that I was full of shit. I was just musing on the subject because I thought it was an interesting one. Some things to think about. I wasn't trying to defend snobbery so much as understand its origins and the benefits it offers, why it persists. There were certainly some real opinions in there, that I would still stand by, but there was also a lot of argument for its own sake. When Jim tore me a new arsehole this morning I felt misunderstood. Of course I wasn't comparing indie kids' marginalization with civil rights, I even said as much. And the bit about the *other* people being dead inside was really just hyperbole. Obvious misunderstandings aside, his words stung a bit because I saw myself reflected through his post as a pretty terrible person. Never mind how I saw him. But your simple story of perspective gained through tragedy made me feel small and petty and stupid in the best way. There ARE more important things to bother about.To cast the old saying, I was the darkness, Jim was the cursing and you were the candle. Thanks, Will. -rinaldo To the rest of sinister: In case you missed Will's post I recommend it highly. It follows below. . .. ... .... ..... ...... ..... .... ... .. . Subject: Sinister: So you'll aim toward the sky Date: Thu, 23 Aug 2001 20:15:48 +0100 (BST) Sorry, but this isn't an on-topic post, a detective post, or a light, uplifting post. Sinisterians who only read posts with that sort of thing in should skip to the last paragraph, which has Ken in it. Instead, you have a rambly, train-of-thought post for your pleasure and delight. My little flat is on a council estate in the middle of the city, but despite that it's overlooked by a line of beautiful sandstone cliffs, a few hundred yards away. When I look through my living room window, I can see a small stretch of cliff in the gap between my neighbours' houses. Every morning when I get up and let the cat out into the garden for a while, I look up at the cliffs and see what colour they are, because they look different with every change in light. Some days, when I have nothing less important to do, I go for a walk along the top of the cliffs. I sit down at the edge and look out over the city. I watch the city sleep in the sunlight, and look out for all the places I know: the flats I've lived in, the buildings I've worked in, the places I've been. I look out over the river to see if I can identify all the towns on the opposite bank, and name all the islands in between. One morning last week, I got out of bed in the morning to let the cat into the garden, and I looked up at the cliffs. I could see people in green coats walking about purposefully at the top and bottom of them, and a Royal Parks Police van stood by at the bottom. I knew, immediately, what they were doing. The cliffs that overlook my home are one of the most popular places in the city, for people -- mostly students -- who have decided that they want to die. The policemen in the bright green jackets were collecting the parts of someone's broken body off the ground and taking it to the infirmary morgue. It made me sit and wonder, not "why would anyone want to kill themselves", but "how could anyone be brave enough to kill themself?" I'm not a very brave person, and there are many things that I wish I was brave enough to do. However, I'm glad that I'm not a brave person, because I clearly remember one afternoon, when I was at university, sitting crunched up with my hands round me knees on a beach in the far north-west of the country. I was sat at the head of a broad loch filled with islands, and in the distance I could see the narrows leading out into the Atlantic. I knew that beyond those lighthouses, there was no land until Canada. I didn't want to be there, I didn't want to do what I was doing, and I knew that everything would be better if I were to walk into the water, start swimming to the horizon and just keep on going. Nobody knows, incidentally, whether the man at the bottom of the cliff killed himself or not. His body was found at 8am, he had no ID, and his head was smashed open too badly to be identified. The rocks round about were covered in blood. Someone said recently that as this list has 1450 people on it, it's bound to have *someone* who supports any particular viewpoint. I want to say to all of you, therefore, who want to destroy yourselves: I hope you can rejoin the world of the living. Whether you are refusing to eat, whether you are gorging yourself on the entire contents of your local patisserie and vomiting it into the drains, or whether you are just trying to think of the easiest way to die. The life you have already isn't wonderful, but some moments of it can be. Go to the cliffs from below, and watch their colour change in the light. We might never recover from wanting to shut our bodies down, but we can at least put it to the back of our minds for as long as we can. I said earlier: I'm not as brave as I wish I was. I tried to do things about this when I was younger, but I'm still not *quite* as brave as I need to be. Back in the mists of teenage time when I was still religious, I tried to get into public speaking by reading the Bible out in church. Although I was by far the youngest of the lay readers, I was the only one who you could hear right at the back. I would stand at the front, at the lectern in front of all the rapt worshippers, and would boom out: "The lesson today is from the twenty-second chapter of the book of Deuteronomy, starting at the fifth verse." About that time, though, I started to feel guilty because I suspected it was wrong; then I realised that it's not something I should feel guilty about and I'm not going to hell whatever my lessons say. I guess that makes me braver in one way, even if it wasn't my intention. I still kept up the church readings even though I didn't believe in it, until I left home. It was good fun. The old ladies in the congregation all thought I would become a bishop some day. Maybe I should go back home and give them a shock. Um, I think I had a point when I started writing this. It was something like "don't all argue about how what clothes you wear affects *you* as an individual" That comes up every few months on the list, after all. I think I was trying to say that there are far more important things to bother about, like being nice to people just to show them that the world is a nice place. Don't be blinkered, don't wrap yourself in cliques, that sort of thing. Also, don't wear stuff just cos you want to be part of a scene. Just wear what you want to, if you're brave enough. And be as supportive as you can to all the people who aren't brave enough to walk outside dressed to match their inner selves. People always start leaving lists when you get horrible nasty arguments. I'm thinking of leaving Sinister---or at least, being more of a lurker---but it's not because of any of that. It's just because it's time I stopped posting neverending posts like this one whenever I think I'm starting to feel "deep". I might come back again before long, possibly in disguise, possibly in less of a disguise. Oh, don't *just* dress the way you want. Dress in a way that will get you into Chu's pants, of course! I'm sure every Sinister girl wants to do that; well, apart from me maybe. xx -- 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. 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