January 2002 - Sinister - missprint.org

Sinister: The catalan telly rules ! (quite B&S content)
by Jordi Trenzano 21 Jan '02

21 Jan '02

Hello Looks like the catalan TV is broadcasting the B&S Benicassim gig this sunday. Still don´t know the exact time, but regarding video-tape exchange and all, mail me in private, ok ? I´d like specially to get in touch with all of you who have the B&S gig in Brazil or another video recordings. The rest of you e-mail me too if you´re interested. We´ll try to arrange a wide video-taping Cheers Jordi +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: Took a walk on primrose hill.
by Hannah Brown 21 Jan '02

21 Jan '02

I haven't yet but i might do that this week. I wanted to make this a quickie but i have a feeling i will pad it out with nonsense. Madeline made a good point about mods, they are fab, but they are very mysterious (well the leicester ones anyway) because you NEVER see them in the day time, or in Asda or whatever. I always Imaginged that they lived in a little bedsit with a sink in the corner, some flowery wall paper and lots of records. In the mid ninetees, if you were very lucky, you would see one hanging around silver street but now they have fled elsewhere. The horrible truth about those mods is that they don't dress like that all the time and they probably wore suits especially to get in free. My main point of this post is that over christmas some people mentioned a book they had read, perhaps Madeline mentioned it???? this is stupidly vague but the book sounded sort of indie and nice (perhaps about a kid?) and i want to know what it is so i can buy it and read it and...and..... Ive read High Fidelity twice in one week now and i need more words!!!!! I don't have much else to say, nothing funny or interesting has happened that i can turn into a good story, i've just been painting and repeatedly cutting out the alphabet for fun. I did watch "Bloody Sunday" yesterday and found it very harrowing. There was so much about that night that i didn't know, i thought it was a brilliant version of the events (not that i was there or born or anything) it made me feel quite depressed and ashamed that i had no idea until last night that the officers who led the attack were commended by the queen. Joe Vester seems very fraught about valentine's day, well, i say, use it as a good excuse to spent LOTS of money on records and cake. Some of you lot have talked about Fruitloop mentions, and i don't think i've been mentioned yet, so go on Rachel, say something nice, if you can't then simply choose one of these delightful, pre-made compliments and paste them into your post ;> 1,that hannah girl really is such an intelligent and witty young thing, 2, I think i am going to move to london and live with hannah, she seems like so much fun 3,hannah really does rule the school Enough of this tomfoolery, i think i'm going to puke love tiny hannah +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: More toss
by Mark Casarotto 21 Jan '02

21 Jan '02

Hello. How many of you can honestly say that this morning you've cleaned the INSIDE of your kitchen dustbin? Huh? BApps (hohohohohohohoho! my sides!) asked what I do on the weekends. Well, it's usually a combination of undertaking, base jumping and beating off until I weep. Ideally all at the same time. Have you ever seen spunk and tears travelling at 120mph? Anyway, no time for housework on weekends, I'm just too, too crazy bonkers, you know. (hmm, I need a handy household tip) Don't cook fish, it stinks. (not a good tip. I'll try another) Don't let your extremely tidy girlfriend see your toilet when you haven't cleaned it for a while, as she'll BREAK your loo brush before you can say "oh well, I needed a new one anyway". (this isn't working very well. I shall go and visit some ladies' websites for something more appropriate). I hope no-one's posted this since the last digest - in an article on polls in yesterday's Observer, Trevor Baker included the following paragraph. It's nothing new, just nice to see our favourites in a national newspaper: "Ironically, the most successful exponents of this [multiple voting] technique aren't some industry-created hype-machine. In 1999, Belle and Sebastian, perhaps the most indie group in Britain, beat Steps to win Best Newcomer. According to the Brits' press office, approximately 1,000 of their votes were traced directly to one phone line at Strathclyde University. Belle and Sebastian won because their computer-literate student fans knew how easy and inexpensive it was to vote by email. This year, every voter has to give their name and home phone number in order to eliminate the threat of duplicate voting but, to an outraged Pete Waterman's disgust, the BPI declared that B+S and their fans had done nothing wrong." (full article is online at http://www.observer.co.uk/life/story/0,6903,636208,00.html) Anyway. I was intrigued by necrobabes.com, mentioned a couple of digests ago, so I went and had a look. My heavens! I strongly recommend innocent sinisterines check out the photo story - the writing is particularly special. Toodle pip - I'm off to find w**k. Can anyone recommend any good websites which offer jobs in British TV? Mark xxx p.s. oh, go on then - www2.friendtest.com/viewquiz.php?account=biondino __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Everything you'll ever need on one web page from News and Sport to Email and Music Charts http://uk.my.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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: a series of fortunate events
by R.Playforth＠sussex.ac.uk 21 Jan '02

21 Jan '02

what an exciting few weekends i now have to look forward to. this saturday i'm trolleying up to fair london to watch the comedy stylings of two gorgeous, if conceited, boys from york. then the following weekend i'll be in york myself, revisiting the old haunts, getting scared by the married state of my friend karen, and possibly kidnapping the sinister massive for pints of bitter (what do you think york girls and boys - fancy it?) and THEN on the following saturday it's the famous fabulous freaky flirty fantastic BRIGHTON MEETUP! ben apps wisely suggested that you city types come down together, in case you start to panic once you get south of the river, i suppose. but don't worry, your mobile phones will still work, and you won't become gay as soon as you pull in to brighton station (unless you want to.) i do hope racheljoe pancake can persuade his mum - what if i phoned her and she saw what a nice sensible sober girl i was, joe? <loud laughter from the rest of sinister> well, no content as such. just a happy excited archel who is Loving all your posts lately. especially the ones from my fellow rachels, not that i'm biased... luv archel xxx ps. i hope st peter isn't using his time here to mark our cards re. judgement day... think of the dirt he'd find on me in the archives. ****************** Visit www.buzzwords.org.uk for the best new writing on the web. Email submissions to buzzwords(a)bigfoot.com <nb: site undergoing maintenance> +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: London Listees
by PAUL HEALY 21 Jan '02

21 Jan '02

Any want to see 'A' at Cargo tonight it is invite only and I have a spare.If you do e-mail me off list. Paul Healy P.S. Please don't bother having a go at my taste in music. btw this is my first post I have been on the list since april I'm a 23 year old tax dodger. I went most London meet ups last year and went to the Glasgow QMU gig. also go to see Ballboy(strange friut at the spitz) on Friday _________________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get your free @yahoo.com address at http://mail.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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: We are, we are, we are the Mods
by Madeleine McNeil 21 Jan '02

21 Jan '02

I went out on Saturday night. I had a real cliche of a cold, all streaming eyes and red nose and sniffles and general misery. I sat next to a very very dull sci-fi fan at a Chinese restaurant. Anything produced without the involvement of William Shatner was pronouced 'crap'. I blew my nose on the Christmas napkins (a bit early, I think, but then Christmas does seem to get earlier every year, no?). It was a friend's birthday, she insisted on doing karaoke. I hate karaoke. It makes me squirm inside. My friend stood in front of the machine, singing occasionally, having a chat with her mates occasionally. I sniffled. Sexy Susan arrived in a cloud of expensive perfume and terrifying cleavage. She bought me a whisky, patted my shoulder, and told me to go dancing. I always do what Sexy Susan tells me to, so off I went. We went to a terrific club called Brighton Beach, mod/indie/hipster heaven. Aren't mod boys ace? I watched a group of them in their handsome suits and stramge little hair-dos dancing away and strutting their stuff. They're so... victorious, like a winning football team. And every sone that comes on, they look at each other and raise their fists in the air, "They're playing OUR song!" Of course they are, you silly boys, the flyer for the club has a picture of The Jam on the front! They look so proud and cocky. Bless 'em. It must be nice to be so pleased with life. It must be nice to have a gang to dance with and to swap ties with. Oh, and they looked so young! Sixteen years old and fresh faced. Yes, I was tempted to put one in my pocket. My own personal mod. I could stand him on the shelf and ask him style tips. I got rather drunk, and returned home with a bag of damp, snot-sodden tissues on my back. I went into #sinister for a wee chat, so I smoked and listened to TWATTYBUS and blathered on about nothing. After a while, I looked round my room. YIKES! There's a girl in my room! The loved one had snuck back to my house and was sitting on my bed. And had been for twenty minutes! How odd and rather spooky. She giggled at me, thought I was mad as a bucket. I signed off. I will soon have a Sinister visitor. Stacey Dahling is coming to play for a bit. I will take her for walks by the canal and out for noodles and then to see 'Storytelling' at my local independant arts venue. It's be nice to have someone new to talk to. I wonder if she knows what she's letting herself in for.... I got 70% on Laura Llew's friendship test. What does this mean? I'm not good enough to read to her, but I'm good enough to bind her books? I, too, await the next installment of Mark Casarotto's domestic chores saga with anticipation. When he runs out of floors to scrub, there's plenty here. Love Madeleine xxx _________________________________________________________________ MSN Photos is the easiest way to share and print your photos: http://photos.msn.com/support/worldwide.aspx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: Your life will be the death of me
by Laura Llew 21 Jan '02

21 Jan '02

Four hours and seven minutes ago your Laura Llew brought forth on this list to write a new post, conceived in insomniac ramblings and dedicated to any single boys open to the proposition of being dipped in chocolate. Until shiny objects merged with newfound follies to engage her in a making of a friendship.com quiz, testing whether you or anyone so dedicated can long endure the notion of actually being intimately familiar with the tempestuous little wench. http://friendtest.com/viewquiz.php?account=Lleweth * Naturally, the above quiz is littered with a multitude of mistakes but I suppose nothing would be truly Laura Llew if it weren't. It reminded me of the times when I had to come up with Ice Breakers for Group Therapy** and I would always choose my old standby of having everyone come up with three things about themselves and having the others try and decide which one was false. (Because I encourage lying and deceit. Afterall, I am a girl.) Last week, I met another list member when I went down to Atlanta for a book conference. Yes, I've gone from Sinister Shy to Sinister Skank (and you can too for just three payments of $19.95! It's fast & easy - not unlike what you'll be in just 3 months!) You probably know Jay from his adorably cute pictures of him dressed in an Eeyore costume on the photo page and I can assure you that he is nothing less than the MOST darling boy EVER! (and me with no pockets big enough to carry him home in!) Of course, he did accuse me of being a Sinister Con-artist with getting people to do things for me - like making mix tapes. No worries though - I simply had him read me a couple of Salinger stories to make up for such unfounded accusations. (I requested "For Esme' With Love & Squalor" just for you, Fairweather Farrell) I do enjoy meeting up with people from here even if it's just because I randomly find myself saying things such as, "It puts Genital Herpes to shame!' Speaking of meeting up, shame, and nothing at all to do with Genital Herpes - Maddie minxed, "If you'd like to send us gifts to celebrate, you're more than welcome. Laura would like a puppy, books and chocolate. I'd like, you know, shiny stuff. Oh, and a hip flask, please." Normally, I'd fight her over that hip flask but happily for Christmas I received a pair of Martini glasses with the following Dorothy Parkerism inscribed on them: I like to have a Martini Two at the very most Three I'm under the table Four I'm under my host Oh, Maddie, don't worry - green *is* your color! As for puppies, I tend to like pets that are much like myself - quiet, slow, not too energetic or drooling, fond of naps, and cute in that pathetic sort of way. (Think Flash from Dukes of Hazzard). As for books, I like them the same way I like my nights in Tijuana - leatherbound. This past week I was referred to as "GhostLady" whether this was due to my complexion, vanishing personality, or the fact I was ordering a ghost stories book from the publishingboy who called me this is debatable. It amused me nonetheless. Hainting & haunting, Laura * If you get nine right, I'll let you read to me! ** I was studying to become a therapist. Little did I know what I was really learning was several neurotic tendencies which would later be appropriate for me to discuss in therapy of my own. Not that I have but I'm well stocked in any case. _________________________________________________________________ MSN Photos is the easiest way to share and print your photos: http://photos.msn.com/support/worldwide.aspx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: my sunday ritual: exhaust. cigarettes. public radio.
by Kirsten Kenyon 21 Jan '02

21 Jan '02

"so you're some kind of walking bar, then?" "no. well...i guess...today. anyway." i looked around self-consciously. elizabeth was sitting cross-legged on a bare mattress in the corner, her pretty face bearing an expression of stern concentration as she carefully bored two holes in the nostrils of a plastic doll head. my eyes scanned over the edge of the mattress, over the filthy concrete floor, over dried paint and pornography, discarded articles of clothing, bottles, butts, spoons and puddles of mysterious liquids, thick and oily under the harsh track lighting. moving up the wall...massive canvasses, partially-covered, crumbling bricks and blueprints, squares of greasy gold paper tacked to the wall with electrical tape. i stopped on a series of photographs. an emaciated boy. hollow cheeks, bony arms, dark-rimmed eyes and ashy lips. to look at the photos, you might think it was the lighting. but i've seen the boy around, and he looks that way in the sun. "what the fuck is this?" the shout came from the boy who'd spoken to me earlier. a pair of wide blue eyes snapped away from a heated poker game. the lips under the eyes moved slightly and muttered "enya." the shouter sputtered. smashed his derby with his palm, flipped his cigarette onto the floor...ignoring the four ashtrays within comfortable reaching distance. easy, mickey. take it easy. it's okay...a skinny boy with a glistening forehead hopped over the back of the sofa to change the music, then vaulted back onto the stained cushion and excitedly drummed along on the slab of plywood pretending to be a coffee table. lust for life. hah. nearly everything i could see was half- dead. at least half. "so, my dear, how about a beverage?" elizabeth squeezed the doll head and two narrow streams of smoke shot out of its nostrils and slowly dissipated over our heads. one side of the head was crushed. i stared, fascinated, at the grotesque, pink baby doll face until elizabeth tilted it back and its long eyelashes blinked at me. "here, i'll go with you." she pushed herself to her feet and lit a cigarette, which had been helplessly hanging from my lips for several minutes. we cautiously walked across the room, stepping over greyish whites and tubes of paint. batted our way through a tattered flag dangling vertically from a leaking pipe. over a pile of blankets...a slab of concrete...someone's bed...a sooty pillow. out into the cold. i ran/skidded/skated across the alley to my car. we returned bearing two small bottles of tonic water and the remnant of my bombay sapphire. a boy on the floor looked up from his book. "where have you been all my life?" "....um...around...." the strangers laughed. somebody wiped out a few glasses. a telephone rang. "doorbell!" someone screeched and rolled over the sofa, gangly limbs dancing over everyone's laps to embrace the model who was framed in the doorway, slouching under the weight of two jugs of wine and a wooden crate of beer. more introductions...it was pointless. i nodded. we thought we should get going. back into the cold, into a coffee house that was far too full. off to another, just in time to catch the reverend. "awww we-hell looky here, we got us some purty lil dancin girls, lettin it awlllll hang out. hey there, sweetiepies." i wasn't dancing, for once. well, i held onto elizabeth's hand and she twirled under my arm. but my feet didn't move. elizabeth had never met the reverend before. "he looks like a winker," she whispered. i whispered back that he was, and also a drinker. and fond of pall malls. the cigarettes. we couldn't find a table. elizabeth found enough floor space to sprawl out on her back. i sat on a two-by-four balanced on top of a radiator. we talked for a bit. i wondered....maybe. with the art thing. i realized been going about it all wrong. the clean white gesso, the dropcloths, the eco-friendly turpenoid, the easy- clean tile floors and that damn dog stepping in everything all the time. having a job...being thusly required, each afternoon, to scrub the paint out of my hair and my nails and my pores and look presentable enough to serve bread to the good people of whitefish bay, wisconsin. now i have this...overwhelming...you know, i'm long out of canvas. but there are wood floors. lots of empty wall space, too. and newspapers and old t-shirts and cardboard boxes, ceilings and a large concrete driveway. sidewalks. storefronts. bell towers. (i'm probably joking.) no worries. but...classes start on tuesday, and my art school days are over. i'm going to study english. god knows my grammar needs some serious work. ENOUGH. or more. love. love and sunny sunny sunny weather. 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: who's your daddy?
by Dirty Vicar 20 Jan '02

20 Jan '02

Hello again Sinister, Sunday evenings have their own ritual here in the vicarage. Basically, I sit down, pour myself a nice glass of port, cut a slice or two of Slard, and set to writing my week's Sinister post. If the post is good enough I might even send it. Ah, Slard. Have I ever told you about Slard? It's the miracle food of the future. Slard (Sugared Lard) is a nutritious and tasty concoction guaranteed to please all the families at all kinds of meal occasions. It offers all the taste of sugar, all the goodness of lard. Slard - ask for it by name. I saw two films last week. One was called "Tartüff" and was directed by FW Murnau. It was one of them German silent films from the 1920s. I especially liked the fact that the title character was an archetypal dirty vicar, affecting an image of saintliness as a way of conning some sap out of his money, trying it on with the sap's wife the while. I must give that kind of thing a go sometime. There must be plenty of people with attractive wives, more money than sense, and a need for spiritual guidance. The other film was "Mulholland Drive", David Lynch's toptastic new film. I realised a while ago that David Lynch is so far removed from the mood of the filmgoing public that he is basically making films for me. He must have got wind of my feeling that his last film "The Straight Story" was a bit too nicey and mainstream, because this is a return to oldschool Lynch - you know, surreal menace, dreaminess, odd plot twists and so on. My quick summary is that "Mulholland Drive" is a film about Hollywood - the shiny, glittery Hollywood of exciting intrigue and adventure, and the sordid Hollywood of real lives, broken dreams, and broken hearts. It also features Billy Ray Cyrus getting punched in the face. I was surprised by Billy Ray Cyrus, he delivers an amusingly understated comic performance in his admittedly brief on-screen time. Maybe he'll give up the singing and become the man film directors call when they want a mulleted meathead with a heart of gold to deliver slightly odd platitudes. I think by now people saying that they are waking up to 'I'm Waiting Up To Us' is a bit of a cliché, but it's amazing how much of a grower that song is. I find myself humming it to myself an awful lot. I reckon soon I'll finally give in and decide that I like it. And that I like the song too. Grainne was right, my last subject line was a reference to the mighty Warlords of Pez. They are this strange Dublin band who play gigs wearing animal masks all dressed in, er can't remember, is it leather jackets and cycling shorts? And they have someone onstage with them with a flipchart which contains the lyrics to their songs (usually the same as the title of their songs). One song is called 'Derek Davis In A Pound Shop With A Basket Full Of Deodorant' (this might mean more to you if you were familiar with Irish TV personality Derek Davis), another 'Fuck Your Partner Like A Zombie Till Their Brains Come Out Their Head' (or something like that). I think they're destined for massive mainstream success. Is Chris Pez in Warlords of Pez? that would be cool. big shout to James for putting the pictures of the Belfast gig up on the web. now all will recognise the Dirty Vicar. Well, time to stop typing, I feel like I ran out of things to say before this message started. Big shout to everyone who agreed with things I said. bless you all, DV +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: "Standing on the mound, with the ball in my hand, staring at a guy...
by Matthew Henderson 20 Jan '02

20 Jan '02

...with a wooden stick, and knowing he can't touch me. It is the only time I feel powerful." I generally do not like tradition. Growing up and still living in the southern United States, I know how much traditions matter to people. To me, traditions seem to be sort of an antithesis to progress. If we don't change things, nothing can move forward. This is why I've done my best to not participate in as many traditions as possible (much to the annoyance of my parents, my ex-girlfriends, my ex-teachers, etc...). However, I must admit that for the past few months, I have begun what seems to be a tradition. Every Sunday morning I wake up, throw on some clothes, and drive to the local Blockbuster Video (the one on Cottage Hill Rd. to be exact). I then rent a crummy new release I have no interest in ever seeing. I go home, then I watch it. I'm not sure why I do this, but I do it. And I enjoy it. In fact, I even wake up on Sunday mornings very excited about it. Sometimes it turns out alright (15 Minutes was okay), but then, sometimes it turns out, well, pretty much how I expected it to (Scary Movie 2, Rush Hour 2, The Glass House). This week's however, might just take the cake for the worst. Summer Catch incorporates everything bad about romantic-sport-comedies, and takes it about three levels worse. It's got the wrong-side-of-the-tracks romance, the cruel and controlling father(s), the wacky friends that seem to feel left out when the 'hero' makes new friends, the rivalries with the teammates, that last game, that last inning, the girl is leaving town, etc... I have a whole new confidence in life today. This actually happens quite often, but I always lose that confidence in a matter of days. Sometimes, something very special comes along to lift my spirits back up, something that makes me feel the world is mine for the taking. Summer Catch has become the newest inspiration. If somebody (WB in this case) is willing to put up several MILLION dollars to make that rubbish, then surely, anything is possible. A movie this bad, this poorly written, this badly acted, this terribly unfunny, can be made, then anything is possible. Anyone can do anything. Just remember that. Kieran's story about the kid in primary school reminded me of one of the worst feelings I've ever had. When I was in third grade, a boy named Shane Hale was something of the bully of the class. He annoyed me and many others terribly. His mother died in a car wreck when we were in third grade. I felt bad for him, because I could never imagine my mother dying at the time. He was picking on a friend of mine, making fun of him for some reason. I can't remember what. This made me upset, so I turned to him, and said "well, at least his mother's alive." It took me a long time to get over saying that. I don't know what I was thinking. I never apologized either, although I wish I would have. Moving on to more belle and sebastian-y things, I had an idea to be totally disregarded. Now that there is a heavely body (turning the list into some sort of Wim Wenders film) pining for Ms. Cambell, I think that MISS (not Mrs.) House and the banchory crew should start selling dates with members of the band. I am sure there are plenty of people willing to pay ungodly amounts for an evening with Ms. Cambell, Mr. Murdoch, Ms. Martin, Mr. Jackson, Beans, and the rest of the lot. They are sitting on a gold mine. It's time to stop thinking about ethics and music, and start thinking profit. Anyhow, I had originally planned on writing a diatribe about how much I love baseball, but I'm not going to do that now. I've gone on for far too long. I must apologize, but I really felt like typing. My online diary is not working, so I had to do it somewhere. Okay. I'm not proofreading this. I like to live dangerously. Sometimes. -Matt P.S. The only reason Scary Movie 2 was not the worst is because I could not help but chuckle at Andy Richter playing Mystikal's "Shake it Fast" or "Shake your Ass" on the piano at a dinner party. _________________________________________________________________ MSN Photos is the easiest way to share and print your photos: http://photos.msn.com/support/worldwide.aspx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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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