September 2001 - Sinister

Sinister: The Strokes - no thanks!
by zorba＠redbricks.org.uk 24 Sep '01

24 Sep '01

yep lawrence, i'll back you up! the strokes ARE kinda shit. in my shop we play a variety of music (i'm supposed to play world music only really, but after listening to some of those albums for over a year you do get a bit fed up with them). the assistant manager is a big b&s fan too, which is good so we both enjoy listening to them. but he's also into the manics, so plays them too, which is not so good. but anyway onto the strokes . . . . i listened to their album twice over the other week and it was boring and droney. television they aint. velvet underground - uh-uh *shakes head violently. about as much fun as listening to gay dad - probably. or maybe these animal men. another band NME decided to make big & then break. no more strokes in my shop. now where did i put my Parliament album . . . ? +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Fwd: Sinister activities in Athens
by joanna tsoni 24 Sep '01

24 Sep '01

>DAHLING: >How do I begin to describe possibly the best night >Ive ever spent in this crazy city? And how do I >explain the significance of a little Belle and >Sebastian tribute night to those of you who are lucky >enough to have Belle and Sebastian as a casual part of >everyday life - who hear their songs on the radio, in >clubs, who spot other fans in the supermarket or at >picnics? Well, Ive enlisted the help of my lovely >fellow listee and partner in crime, Ms. Joan of Dark >herself. >Gosh, I think this might be my first post with actual >content. Imagine. >Lets begin. >When I moved here four months ago I suspected I would >be entering a musical wasteland devoid of indie >activity. But I never expected that the sightings of >corduroys and shaggy hair would be quite so few and >far between. In fact, it took two months for me to see >my first Greek punk among the masses of twiggy girls >and slick boys in skin-tight spandex trousers or >jeans, and I dont think I ever saw anyone of the >romulan-haired or twee variety. The only half-way >decent radio station still plays Slayer and Britney >Spears in between the occasional Low and Tindersticks >song. >So imagine my surprise when my roommate ran in the >front door Saturday waving a TimeOut-esque music >listings magazine I had never seen before, pointing to >a listing for a Belle and Sebastian night at a local >club, organized by the bands official fan club, >Wandering Days. WHAT? Athenian FAN CLUB??? Where the >hell have the other Athenian Belle and Sebastian fans >been hiding? As far as I knew there were only four or >five other fans in the entirety of Greece. I suspected >maybe there were a few more, but I sure as hell had no >idea where to find them. And here they were, >organizing an INDIE NIGHT! Insane! >So I called Joanna immediately, of course. We made >arrangements and before we knew it, we were meeting at >a subway station, squealing in unconcealed glee. I >actually believe Joanna was bouncing. I was too, >inside. Outside, I was still a bit knackered from a >week of entertaining my parents, but no lack of sleep >or sanity would have kept me away. Oh no. I was >fantasizing about this fabulous homey place where all >these Greek indie kids would be floating around in a >contented nirvana, meeting each other and having a >generally fantastic time. And I would finally meet the >elusive bunch of OTHER B&S FANS! >We found our way to the club in the nearby university >area, pressed up against the foot of one of the many >hills of Athens. It was early yet. We peeked inside, >but the place was pretty much empty. So we wandered >for some water, returned, perched higher on the hill >where we could keep the door in sight and watch for >the first sight of OTHER B&S FANS. We sat for what >seemed like an eternity along a wall near a smelly, >overflowing dumpster (the trash workers were on strike >last week), and gossiped a bit. Every time someone >walked by we stopped talking and tried to assess - >fan? Random schmuck? I think we were unclear as to >what form a fan might take. Eventually we saw FOUR >people enter at around 11 p.m. or so and we took it as >our cue to go in ourselves. >The club was quite cozy - a renovated old apartment >with four rooms, one with a bar, where were promptly >sat down. There were two girls in typical indie garb >-old Johnny-collar t-shirts - manning the CD player. >There were two older men sitting in front of them, >chatting and sneaking looks at us. There was a group >of three regular-looking twenty-somethings hidden away >in the corner of another room. That was about it. For >at least half an hour. Later, two other older men >joined the crew. There was no B&S coming from the >sound system. We sipped at our Amstel and Gin and >Tonic very slowly, thinking perhaps we had mixed up >the dates or something. But we spotted a B&S postcard, >and later a bag of badges. Joanna got up the courage >to approach the DJ girls and talk to them while I was >on my mobile, and she came back with badges and two >fan club sign-up forms. People started to trickle in >while we racked our brains on the question: Other >favorite bands. Other bands? What? Theres more than >B&S? Oh, right. Ha! >The Stars of Track and Field came on and we called the >esteemed Mr. Chu to squeal inaudibly and listen to his >lovely accent. >We moved to another room, where we sat in a dark >corner watching an older gay man in a bright orange >t-shirt pace in and out about 50 times in a very >strange and amusing way. A few other people came in >and went to the bar. Things were not looking >encouraging. No one was mingling. There was hardly any >B&S being played. In between the occasional B&S song >was spattered a completely random array of music, most >of which I had never heard. It certainly did not sound >very B&S-esque. We agreed we would make much better >DJs. >Eventually, we decided to make a fateful trip back to >the bar. When we did, we saw all these people that had >somehow managed to sneak past us, even though we had >been staring directly at the door for an hour. Among >them was a guy Joanna vaguely knew from university. >There were a few speedy introductions to his big group >of friends, and within minutes, we were swallowed up >into them. >Two insane members of this group, one with an enormous >head of fuzzy hair and goggling eyes that concocted in >the strangest expressions, took it upon themselves to >entertain me. One put an arm around me and led me into >the other room, where he went off on a five-minute >tirade about a philosophy he had just developed about >the individualism of language and communication, and >its impact in an international climate of >changeorsomething like that. The other then stole me >away and started using big words ending in -ation. It >was a little dance that was repeated over and over >again all night. >STACEY! one would begin, head leaning forward in >what I assumed - and hoped - was a drunken stupor, >come HERE, what are you doing there alone! Let me >tell you about our cooperation in this evil battle >against Bin Laden. Come, dance. Joanna, what are you >DOING? >They were clearly mad. But entertaining. At this >point, we had to move to another room because the >group was growing in size and activity and could not >be contained at the bar. Joanna was also getting >pulled away randomly by other members of the group, >and she would turn around occasionally to make sure I >wasnt being carried off somewhere. She would come >over, laughing hysterically, offering to rescue me as >I got led by both arms in circles, sets of slurring >lips pressed to each ear, listening to some insane >story about Greek gospel singers. >I believe the dancing began in earnest shortly >thereafter. The two crazy boys obviously also had >crazy dances as well, which I managed to avoid. In >fact, I managed to avoid most dancing for awhile. We >were quite a scene, we were. And it was just so silly >that I didnt even care. The crazy boys made the place >seem so much less intimidating. Eventually, after >another drink and a few especially fantastic songs, I >joined Joanna on the dance floor. Joanna, by the way, >is quite a dancer. Adorable, as always. She had quite >a few fans, I dare say. But Ill return to that later. >It was much fun. I believe I even did the Molly >Ringwald. Yup. And whenever a B&S song was played, >Joanna and I would bounce about singing every lyric. >Actually, heres the semi-disappointing thing, we were >the ONLY ones singing every lyric. And people were >staring at us in wonder, and I dont think it was just >because we were with this big wacky group and were the >only ones dancing. They seemed intrigued and maybe >impressed at our lyrical knowledge. Hmm. So maybe we >didnt really see any big fans after all. But it >didnt matter. >Eventually, the crazy boys left, and we danced with >other boys in the group, including two cuties - one >who was moving to Wales the very next day, go figure. >Other boys also joined the dancing. Among them was a >group of indie boys who looked like they walked >straight off the pages of MOC! Joanna spoke to one, >who she had seen earlier on the subway and was >convinced would be there. It was so much fun! Can I >say that enough? No. >I guess it should be said here that we were the only >two girls dancing, which may explain the following. >But perhaps not. A sketchy older man entered the club >- there always has to be one, eh - and quickly >stationed himself very close to Joanna. He was STARING >in a very lecherous way, and following her around. >Ack! He later approached us as we took a break near a >window. Belle and Sebastian is a very good group, no? >Is your friend from somewhere else? Where? (Was I >that obviously a foreigner? Maybe it was the dancing. >Or the crazy English rants of my insane new pals.) >Joanna tried to be as rude as possible and he left. >But he returned later to tell her she was the pop >girl, and he would writer her a poem! My god. It was a >very strange poem, of course. The guy was obviously >COMPLETELY out of it. He later decided that dancing in >a very strange way by himself in the middle of our >dance floor was the way to our hearts. Right. Anyway, >the whole incident made us bond that much more with >our new group of friends. And we danced some more, >until it was nearly 4 a.m. when Joanna really had to >go. But I think we both could have stayed there, >dancing. The boys escorted us out and partly home. We >exchanged email addresses with one of the cuties, and >were invited out again next Sunday for post modern >night or something. We floated the rest of the way in >a giddy state, agreeing that it was the most fun >either of us has had in a long while. >Okay, Im going to shut up now and send this along to >Joanna so she can get a word or two in. Maybe, if >youre extra nice, shell share the contents of her >lovely poem. Hehehe. JOAN OF DARK: ...so hear goes my bit....although i am well aware of the length of this post and that prolly even the few people that have managed to reach this point they'll abandon the ship this very moment.... "Thou Art The PoP gIrL And I Shalt Write You A Poem" these are the very words of the nobly drunk and hallucinating probably 40 something weirdo that approached me last night at Decadence and whispered them with a silly grin in my ear as i was dancing my brains out.... "HuH??" you 'll say, and this is what i said too.... " I shall write a poem for you cos the way you dance is an inspiration for everybody in this room..."<----weirdo "Huh Huh??????" <----me so he withdraws and scribbles something on a scrap of paper... after a while and while i was sitting, exchausted on the floor he came again and proudly gave me his work of art.... (please keep in mind that this is a product of severe alcoholism, overdose of drugs and long term sexual deprivation) "You move enormously(???) and your eyes dance graceously like the lull of the nettle's earrings swinging in the breeze but when on the grass you sleep, your beloved with poppies drip droplets of sweat and cigarettes(joints perhaps??)hover in the air like butterflies...." ....surrealism....ouch!..... so i said thanks mate , besides this is the first time i am the muse of an artist of such intellect...... last night i rediscovered the art and pleasure of Dancing. Oh Dog...havent danced in like months and now i went for straight 4 nonstop hours of PoP surrounded by cuuute boys in striped shirts...*giggle* dancing pop and tango and twist and shake , even the Indian Rain Dance.... How legs flow on the dance floor, how the body glides and slides between the auras and fluorescent glow of other dancers. When you half close your eyes and you get high on Pure Music when the last fibre of your body gets synchronised....and when you concentrate on that pair of eyes in front of you and the whole world spins around you....the whole world revolves around the mirrorball..... this morning the songs of belle and sebastian did not sound the same on my headphones....they were different..they had swollen and had risen from their humbleness....they were blasted on speakers last night and filled time and space on a 4x5 dancefloor Belle and sebastian were not a figment of my imagination. A whispered secret. A complex ideology, hard to explain. They were walking proudly down the street in my head, chins up! And Stacey, my lovely Stacey , that underwent the Indian dance of rain with the loony guys and all the pulling around, finally i managed to prove to her that Athens was not just what looks like to the casual onlooker...there is something different deep down..not just tight trousers and dyed hair...as the fuzzyhairybrain guy wxclaimed last night improvising a rap song: "STACEY STAY!!!!" Btw: she's such a pleasant and happy person that can take away all your troubles with just one look of her gorgeous eyes.... i prolly dont make much sense..but for once in my life i am truly exilerated...really happy...*joanna is bouncing on her chair* sorry for the tremendous lenght of this...for any psychological traumas it might have caused you....in any case yer all invited to the post-podern night at Decadence club, Voulgaroktonou + Poulxerias 69 next Sunday around midnight!! ta ra! Stacey + Joan PS:And Mr Brierley Random, since you got a mobile, high time you messaged (or massaged, it's all the same) me dont you think? >===== >Stacey Shackford >Amoriou 14-16 >112 51 Athens, GREECE >+30 97 328 9719 >www.geocities.com/dahling007 _________________________________________________________________ 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: UK listees: Dance to indie-pop-punk tunes as Offbeat returns
by Chris Stride 24 Sep '01

24 Sep '01

.... This Tuesday and 5 more times before Christmas *(apologies to anyone who receives this message more than once!)* OFFBEAT - a real indiepoppunk night....... with late bar, free lollipops, stickers and request sheets Sheffield Uni' SU Raynor Lounge (non-students most welcome) 9pm to 1am, £2.50 on the door... Tuesday 25th September Friday 5th October Friday 19th October Friday 2nd November Friday 23rd November Friday 14th December Playing......Classic leftfield Indie, Punk POP, lo-fi, C86, new indiepop underground sounds,... HEFNER-BELLE AND SEBASTIAN-STROKES-DELGADOS KENICKIE-PASTELS-IDLEWILD-R.E.M.-PIXIES-SMITHS- PAVEMENT-MANIC STREET PREACHERS-ANGELICA-FALL- BLUR-JAM-HALF MAN HALF BISCUIT-CLINIC-TALULAH GOSH- BIS-SUPER FURRY ANIMALS-ELASTICA-URUSEI YATSURA- BOGSHED-TIGER-SNUFF-DEAD KENNEDYS-PWEI-CARTER USM-STEREOLAB-SPARKLEHORSE-BUZZCOCKS-10 BENSON- HELEN LOVE-WEDDING PRESENT-ASH-SONIC YOUTH- BODINES-SUEDE-CUD-GENE-PRIMAL SCREAM-SHOP ASSISTANTS-FIELD MICE-CHILLS-MOLDY PEACHES- CHAMELEONS-GORKYS ZYGOTIC MYNCI plus many more in the same vein...... for more details/to join the Offbeat mailing list go to http://www.offbeatsheffield.com or email C.B.Stride(a)Sheffield.ac.uk C.B.Stride(a)Sheffield.ac.uk *** daytime: 0114 2223262 *** *** FAX: 0114 2727206 *** "Watford FC Supporters - South Yorkshire branch" +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: For MyMomSays and in memory of my dog
by Grainne Lynch 24 Sep '01

24 Sep '01

Last Sunday Lucy died. I'm not sure how to react to the death of a family pet, but I did dream about her last week and I woke feeling at odds with the world. She has left a gap. We'd had her for over ten years so I pretty much grew up with her as my pet. I have a million mermories of her.She used to sleep on my bed sometimes and I'd curl up beside her, and at night or in the morning she'd get under the covers with me and curl up at my belly. She was able to catch food in her mouth, but as she got older she lost that trick. She used to stand in the backgarden and scratch her back on a branch of a tree, and sigh with pleasure. She would grab the post as it came through the letter box and scatter it around the hall. I have letters and postcards with teeth marks in them. Then she'd want to tear dowm the driveway after the postman. When she was younger she'd play football, which involved Lucy standing over the ball and barking when anyone tried to kick it. When we moved house she spent two days barking outside the door in the rain, because she wasn't allowed in the new house. She had the softest ears - they were like velvet. When you rubbed her, she'd sit down and give you one paw and then the other. She used to prick up her ears at the weird noises on Doctor Who. She didn't like mushrooms, but would eat the raspberries off the bush. She was able to curl up on the kitchen chairs and when you told her to move, she'd just wag her tail. Now she's gone. I know this because I saw my mother bury her. She was more upset than I was, almost in tears, and she made me go inside. Gr�inne. Make a difference, help support the relief efforts in the U.S. http://clubs.lycos.com/live/events/september11.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: I think maybe I've gone south...
by ArtsyDeco＠aol.com 24 Sep '01

24 Sep '01

I sit here in my dorm room. Earlier someone who resembled wee chris walked by. For a campus that is generally populated by jockish boys, there are a surprising number of B&S stunt doubles. I've spotted at least three stuart davids. There's a stuart murdock roaming about somewhere. I met a lovely german girl named charlotte who bears a certain resemblance to the asthmatic gerbil voiced one. Somehow I think the ultimate coup would be a Belfast Bob. My parents were at a wedding yesterday while I was watching the graduate. On her wedding night (her third wedding night) the bride made her entrance to Ted Nugent, danced with her father to Def Leopard, and then, to top the evening off, grabbed a mouse that had been discovered crawling the walls. She then proceded to squeeze the life out of the mouse with her left hand as blood dripped from her right where it had bit her. I'm so confused by the absolute ridiculous nonsense in the world. Now I've had the song Is This It by the strokes on repeat for about a half hour now. Not a particularly wonderful song but it is suiting my mood beautifully. The tone balances somewhere between melancholy and happiness. I don't think there's much else I could listen to at the moment. Anything happier would make me sad because I'm not that happy. Anything sadder would make me sad because, well because it's sad. I doubt I've cried more in a single day than I did today. I cried when I thought about how much I missed Peter. I cried when my mother wouldn't book tickets for me to go to England in December. I cried when she said she didn't want me to do my study abroad in Bath next year. I cried when we talked about the terrorist attacks. I cried pretty much every time I talked to Peter and for a while afterwards. I think I've had a good idea though. My parents want me to study abroad in Germany. Here's what I propose. Next year I spend the second semester in Bath, rather than the whole year. I'll still study german and get alot of core courses out of the way. Then next year I'll spend a semester in Germany. Everybody wins. I'll see Peter. I'll spend time in Germany. I won't be gone for a whole year at a time. If I can do this. We'll see. My mom said something that seemed genuinely sweet today. That her and my dad always felt like they were on borrowed time with me because I was a gift given to them that didn't really come from them. For all the times she's made me feel awful, she can still surprise me. Love and stunt double sightings, Kara Jean* +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: He has left us alone
by MyMomSays＠aol.com 23 Sep '01

23 Sep '01

Sinister, "He has left us alone but shafts of light still bless the corners of the room" is an album by A Silver Mt. Zion. This album is incredibly sad. A while back I read that the record was written for a member of the band's dog, who was dying of cancer. Two days ago my mother woke me up and told me that my dog, an aging, blind and deaf 15 year old Cocker spaniel, was "not doing too well". She also informed that her and my father were taking him to the vet, and that if nothing could be done--well, they were going to put him to sleep. I'm selfish. I know my dog has been dying for a while now, but I don't want him to go. I milled around the kitchen for a few hours that day, sipping coffee, and I put on the A Silver Mt. Zion album, hoping, somehow, that would make it all better. My dog always gets into the kitchen's most lower cupboards where the cereal is--I will hear a rustling and go downstairs to find him with his face in a box of cheerios. I left the cupboards open, and I remarked to myself that now.. well, it wouldn't matter if I left them open. I often find it weird that my dog's name is "Reggie". I remember when we took him home, before hand the whole family went to eat at Taco Bell and we discussed names. I was all for "Timmy" (I have no idea why.).. my little sister just sat there and gurgled, and my older sister said "Reggie"--everyone agreed it had a nice ring to it. So after all that moping and listening to sad, depressing dead dog music.. my dog came home afterall. He has bad arthritis. But he still looks sad. This post sucked and I'm sorry, Mandee May +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: every breath we drew was "hallelujah"
by Kirsten Kenyon 23 Sep '01

23 Sep '01

i met a man with a cockatoo today. he looked like a man with a plan, kicking back on a saturday afternoon with a bottle of pumpkin ale, shiny green sunglasses and a pretty curly-haired woman on the one arm and on the other, a cockatoo, bobbing his white-feathered head. a kid in a diaper running through clouds of smoke and his blue- haired brother, seven years old, telling knock-knock jokes to a couple of old hippies in straw hats at the next table. a velvet- skirted girl pulled up on a pink scooter and sat down next to me, grabbed my notebook and wrote "Cancer bear, there's been a fat eskimo disaster. i forgot about fat tony!" she wrote "smoochie smoochie" a few times and drew some hearts, then ripped the page out of my notebook and handed it to a red-haired girl in pinstripes. after that, i was writing a letter to my one-and-only Mountain Mama Bronwyn and an old man with a cigar he could barely fit his lips around stopped dead in his tracks, stared me down and said "oh, darlin, are you writin a love letter?" i told him "no" and he asked again, so i said "yes" and gave him a little wink. this seemed to satisfy him, and he stumbled on and i went inside for some more water for my tea, and when i came back there was no one left on the patio but an old man telling himself "it's gonna be alright, my brother." and aside from the repetition of this sentence, the only sound was muffled classical music from vinifero and the bells on the trolley buses swelling as they passed and fading into the distance. that's the doppler effect, right? or maybe doppler was just a meteorologist, i can't remember. ginger is going to be a meteorologist, and she goes out in a van and chases tornadoes. she has shiny brown hair and almond-shaped eyes the color of an autumn sky, like today's. we used to be roommates at valparaiso. the entire football team was in love with her, but she didn't care, or even seem to notice. ginger is absolutely unreal. and she always had the morning weather report, and she often left cookies on my pillow. i sat outside for awhile longer today, and a boy walked past holding a copy of jonathan david. i wanted to say hello, but i was too scared. so i drank a bit and listened to jeff buckley. maybe he is on sinister. not jeff buckley, rest his soul, the boy. that would be nice. anyway, that's all. it was a boring day, my day off. work should be a nice time tomorrow. xoxo kirsten 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: pink lemonade, matching glitter & pyjamas out of the tumble dryer
by john john 23 Sep '01

23 Sep '01

dear sinister, i just had to close the window near me.. its not a fun thought, looking towards the coming months with the winter chill and the cold rain and wind and slushy snow. i went a walk last week quite late, and you could feel the winter chill slowly penetrating the air. it hadnt developed very much though, so it gave a fresh feeling to the air. the kind of air that makes you look forward to wintery things and snow and toasting next to the radiator after dinner, and being able to wear your duffle-coat. the cat just rubbed up against me. hes been out all today and yesterday, and my mother was actually worried, due to the fact that he is always around every half hour or so, looking for his food. i saw him last night at the other side of the street in the company of two other felines, so it must have just been the start of the cat convention. cat conventions are fab. theres this cat in our street called buzz, and hes the Godfather. he walks about everybodys territory whether they like it or not. its one of those fluffy cats that look cute, but it stops there.. like the cat from Babe, with the pretty frown on its face like a poppy. he wasnt at the convention when i saw, but no doubt he made a brief appearance sometime in the course of today or last night. i wonder what its like to be a cat, especially in an area like mine where theres nearly a cat to every home. cats generally dont get on with each other, but is there some sort of alliance? i can see them all hiding from each other at the convention & blowing raspberries when they think the other cats are not looking.. actually, i better go & feed the cat & give it some attention for a while.. take care johnjohn xx _________________________________________________________________ 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: Just another day
by Simon Fallaha 22 Sep '01

22 Sep '01

Hello again everyone. It's my brother's birthday, but that hasn't stopped it being another really long day. The US disaster's not affecting me as much as it used to, by my thoughts are still with all the people severely affected by it. Anyway, I saw The Fast and The Furious a couple of days ago - my mates really loved it, but I didn't think it was anything really special. Still, I reckon it's good fun for anyone. Personally, I look forward to seeing AI. I've decided to try for a lead role in the local Operatic Society's production, but I don't think I'll have much luck. After all, I'm still a relatively new member. And of course, when I audition, I can't sing The Divine Comedy... As usual, here come my notes to everyone: Lawrence Mikkelsen - Don't you worry about people not agreeing with you about The Strokes. My best mate Jim agrees with you 100%. In fact, he's convinced me not to listen to them. Then again, I heard one of their songs on TOTP and it didn't do anything for me. Also, congratulations on getting married (even though you've another two months to wait). I agree with you completely about Simon & Garfunkel. Thought I'd say that I mainly love their music cos of all the films I watch, The Graduate is my favourite. I once said the S & G songs alone were worth seeing it for (then again, I have played them out since). And then you mentioned the war - which I hope will never be. Jenny Payne, and Sweetie - I sent you messages a while ago, but didn't get any reply. Hope you are both fine and well. Sweetie - I listened to Casanova all over again yesterday and I am really growing to like it, Charge and The Woman Of The World especially. Spangle - welcome to the list. Ken Chu - Good to know you had a great summer. Wish the same could have been said for mine (it's been pretty mediocre). Santi - Even though I disagree with you about The Strokes, I look forward to seeing your list of favourite bands. As for mine, I really don't have any firm favourites barring The Divine Comedy, although I am really into Ash and of course, B & S. Then again, you've probably heard all this before... "Crazy" Rachel - Did the title of your message have anything to do with the fact you recently saw Crazy/Beautiful? It's just opened here, but I do have doubts about seeing it. Yes, it's got Kirsten Dunst, but she doesn't look all that nice (she is one of the main reasons to see Bring It On, without a doubt). Still, people say this is her best performance yet. OK, time for me to go see Josie and the Pussycats again. (You were right Cay, it is good). Take care, Psi +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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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by Paul Arathoon 22 Sep '01

22 Sep '01

hello sinister, on friday i left my job. It was all very nice, I got given a lovely big card with lots of nice things written inside. Except for one person who told me to "sod off", which was nice of him. and i was bought a year's subscription to NME which will save me 70 odd quid (and piss off my local unfriendly miserable newsagent). I also got lots of hugs, kisses and double vodkas. I think I should leave jobs more often. I am now off to law school for 2 years of intense work and legal stuff. It's a big step but I'm prepared. if being prepared is achieved by watching Ally mcbeal, This Life, Rumpole of the Bailey, LA Law and Judge judy that is. One day I would like to think I would be B&S' legal man. But they are far too nice to get into nasty scrapes, visa problems, drugs charges etc. A band like Oasis on the otherhand would keep me in work for decades. If anyone out in Sinisterland has legal problems in the coming years then they'll find my charges are very reasonable;) remember, where there's blame, there's a claim. p a u l _________________________________________________________________ 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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