November 2002 - Sinister

Sinister: ~is a very puzzling word
by Sunny set 10 Nov '02

10 Nov '02

When I got up this morning my mind was still reeling What exactly was the ~foundation? What would ~ mean to me? What exactly were the profound experience it promised? Any cult you had to send money to and had bribed a postman was surely genuine and I was just about to send my life savings (£2.76) to the ~ foundation, when I stopped dead in my tracks. That Ian bloke was involved. From painful past experience I have learnt he is a shady character. Just look at the time he persuaded two innocent victims that Jacobs Ladder was an illegal substance which should picked at night and then smoked. Look what happened to those two poor soulsboth ended up fleeing the country...rumour has it one spends his days walking around a bit lost mumbling to himself whilst the other well I dont think you really want to know what happened to her No some caution was needed here. I needed to find out more. Trouble was how? Carsmile Steve had already thrown some light onto the mysterythe ~ symbolised the ancient myth of the Northy Snake. But how had Ian suddenly learnt the powers of this mysterious creature? Society had changed. People were no longer: happy bunnies humming happy bunny tunes. What could the Northy Snake possible mean to a legion of bedroom saddo devotees. In my experience, the answer to a puzzle always arrives when you are least expecting it and whilst in the shower pondering the mystery of the ~ I looked up. There written on the handle of the shower was something which I must have seen every morning since I had lived in this house: MIRA ~~ shower I fell back in shock. It had to be a clue, 2 whole ~s right there in my very own bathroom. I still couldnt quite fathom what it could mean. Frantically I searched the bathroom, but could extract no further clues from the toothpaste, shampoo, water heater or bottle of bleach. I slumped down at my desk. I really thought I had been onto something then. Instead, being the good geneticist that I am, I got on with an honest days work plotting to mutate and clone the human race. I was staring at the keyboard slowly and clumsily typing my plans. That ~ just kept staring me in the face. Taunting me by its very presence. What had the letter to Ian said? p.s. you're nearly 30 now, its time you learnt to use capital letters I looked at the ~ and there is was the capital letter of #(at least it is on my keyboard) I decided it was time to look at all of the clues: 1) I had suddenly looked up to see the brand of the shower had been mira- so if I substituted the a for see or rather the letter C I get MIRC 2) Ian was wanting us to JOIN the cult 3) and # was the alternative name for the cult 4) and finally the headquarters were in Birmingham very SINISTER. I stared at the clues long and hard. There just didnt seem to be a pattern Ahh well not every mystery can be solved. Time for a cup of tea I think. Take Care, Rachel ************* With the current crop of disposable jaw lines and manufactured inanity, it seems that we need our heroes now more than ever before. http://www.friendsoftheheroes.co.uk ***************** _________________________________________________________________ MSN 8 helps eliminate e-mail viruses. Get 2 months FREE*. http://join.msn.com/?page=features/virus +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: This is just a post-modern rock song
by Kenneth P Y Chu 10 Nov '02

10 Nov '02

Playing darts is fun. I bought myself a dartboard the other day and played darts for ages and I was playing so well the dartboard fell down and so I can't play darts anymore until I fix it. On a hungover sunday morning the best thing to do is to sit down and listen to music and eat greasy hungover curing breakfast, I am doing two of the three things because I have no food to make breakfast with. I need to go and buy some food but no idea what to get. Since I got so bored being not able to play darts I started writing postmodern literature, it's quite a task without actually knowing what postmodern literature is, so I just wrong pages and pages and pages and pages and pages and pages and pages and pages and pages and pages. The most favourite food of mine is probably eggs, so tasty. And you can do so much with it, there are these adverts in the UK TV in which they give you loads of easy recipes for eggs and at the end the slogan was "Eggs - fast food and good for you" and they're right. For some reason my flatmate hates eggs though and thinks that I'm a freak for eating so many eggs. You'd think they'd think I'm a freak for other reasons... My postmodern novel ended up as pages and pages and pages and pages and pages and pages consisting of words that always drive me to sleep. I am guessing that that makes it a piece of postmodern literature. Because I remember listening to some bands at ATP who I was told were "postmodern rock bands", and they drove me to sleep. I needed to research some more. Oh I'm really missing my dartboard, well, not missing, because it's right here lying by the wall like a spare wheel in a mechanic's garage. I need to get some of those screw holding things that help secure a screw to a wall. Or else I'll have to think of alternative entertainment. Disorientation apparently is often a prominent feature in postmodern literature, like, the author would try and confuse the reader and often the reader won't be able to understand the text in one go and will have to go back and read things again. Eastenders is on in a bit at least, but Trevor's dead now and that Irish bloke, too, Little Mo is getting annoying now, there's only so much of that sulking look I can take, actually if it came from girls not 15 years my senior it would be fine. Eastenders need to get some good looking actors and actresses. And why aren't there Shoreditch tossers in Eastenders? Really doesn't sound fun to me this postmodernism malarky. Give me THE SUN everyday. Actually the sun would be a bloody nice change with this crappy weather at the moment. Nachos. I've decided, with salsa and eggs, and red bull. Ken _________________________________________________________________ The new MSN 8: advanced junk mail protection and 2 months FREE* http://join.msn.com/?page=features/junkmail +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: the important first step
by Mr Nicholas Litzow 10 Nov '02

10 Nov '02

Hi sinister people, I've been coaxed into making a first post, quite possibly inspired by new newfound knowledge that i'm not the only brisbane person on the list (hey steven). Its all a bit scary - all these established fans with their bittersweet stories, their in-jokes and their seemless integration of belle and sebastian quotes into everyday language. (Who'd ever have thought belle and sebastian fans could be intimidating?) Well my name's nick, i'm 19 and i'm from brisbane australia. Its exciting that there are more brisbane people out there, feel free to send me messages if you like. My musical life changed forever a few months ago when someone from uni unwittingly gave me The Boy With The Arab Strap and Belle and Sebastian turned from being one of those bands that "i've always been meaning to get into" to one which i most certainly was. A number of albumns later and i'm attempting to convert everyone.. the Boy remains my number one, though. On another bris-related note, is anyone out there going to see the gorgeous augie march next thursday? Strange bird soothes (addle brains), excites (train) and amazes (drowning dream) me and i'm looking forward to it intensely. Any other augie fans? Finally, I'm going to be going to San Fransisco in December and I was wondering if there was anyone from there (with similar music tastes) who could maybe fill me in on some of the venues or give me any helpful internet sites.. Thanks beautiful people! (that wasn't so hard) +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: just make believe but so in love
by rrrrobyn 09 Nov '02

09 Nov '02

ah, sinister... well, it's been a while. i've been computer-less for (gasp) almost two months. i don't know, i think i lost track of time. time means nothing! it's all about space now, people. but what do i know. well, i know a bunch of things, really. but "knowing", well, what does that really mean? esp when there are so many things that one certainly does *not* "know". see how things get all confused when robyn doesn't have her computer and her internet access? the world gets Abstract. everything is all parenthesized, quotified, capitalized with Meaning, and other such theoretical sod. if i didn't enjoy it so much i'd say it could kiss my ass. which, boy, can it. but i have my computer back! all fixed up. hoorah, etc.! concretely, then: montreal remains good. though cold. an' it's only gettin' colder, they say. i'm disturbed (perhaps only minorly, i don't know) by the idea that winter is something you "get through". like a tunnel. a really long, cold tunnel. and while tunnels are fun/exciting/new when you're travelling at 120km/hr on a highway in the mountains, they're an entirely different thing when used as a metaphor for the long, cold canadian winter. (which, as you know, does not exist on the canadian west coast, making me feel somewhat removed from this side of canadian identity. maybe i should be *glad* to get to experience this? will i have some mid-winter revelation? or will i simply concede to wearing long johns, warm boots and a toque at all times, muttering about identity only to keep my lips from freezing?) hm. getting through. how much of life is about reflecting on it? sometimes too much, sometimes not enough. i don't know. it's funny, the nature of reflecting. as in, i remember spending days at work, working and, of course, not working, and listening to music on headphones the entire time. often i would just listen to one or two cds over and over again; they became or acted as background, yet i was still conscious of them, their content, how they made me feel as they poked in and out of my consciousness. but what exactly was this music that had such a day-long impact on me? and why would i spend the entire day listening to it? i can't always recall the former (can only look at my cd collection and guess) and can only come up with theories for the latter. i guess i'm just a little disturbed b/c i remember the feeling, but not the details. i remember the headphones pressing against my ears, and the keyboard pressing up on my fingertips, whether a wind was coming in the window, whether i was cold. and vague feelings of happiness, emptiness, tiredness. i suppose it's the difference between sensations, and memories of them, and, well, not-sensations, those things that don't impress primarily on the body but instead impress more strongly on the intellect. i think that these things can get too easily lost. the intellect being such an unmappable place. object? subject? both? neither?! agh. ah... so, to sum up: i have been feeling cold. and i have been thinking too much. i quite like the new future bible heroes cd. only stephin merritt could make a song about vampires dancable... but right now i'm listening to charm of the highway strip. and i've been listening to it for hours for some reason/another/no reason at all. phenomenologically yours, robyn p.s. sinister, i heart you so bad. also, i saw the raddest patterned tights in a really expensive department store. they were *modernist*, i tell you. alas, i am post-post-modern. and so is my poverty. ===== I was reading the dictionary. I thought it was a poem about everything. ~Steven Wright ~~~ Robyn Fadden rfadden(a)yahoo.com Montreal, QC __________________________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? U2 on LAUNCH - Exclusive greatest hits videos http://launch.yahoo.com/u2 +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Everyone welcome me.
by Shane 09 Nov '02

09 Nov '02

Well, I just joined the list about 2 weeks ago. Been reading things "here, there, and everywhere" at random. I guess I should introduce myself. My name is Shane, from Maine in the US of A. I'm 16 and enjoy being critisized for being a Belle and Sebastian fan by my friends. I don't know how it is in England or Australia, but Belle and Sebastian are almost as unknown as anyone can possibly get over here. I'm critisized for not liking loud guitars that dominate a song and/or rap music (if you want to call it music). I looked for this list for some people that I actually have something in common with musically. Plus, I've gotten 1 too many "wuts sinister meen" from some of the morons I hang out with. I think I am going to keep myself very low profile, only responding every once in a while, but I will read most everything. My favorite Belle and Sebastian is a cross between Sinister and Arab Strap. I especially like listening to how smoothly a transition "A Space Boy Dream" goes into "Dirty Dream Number Two". Speaking of, Dirty Dream Number Two happens to be my favorite song. Peace, Shane Morin ______________________________________________________________ For up-to-the-minute music news, reviews and specials visit http://www.nme.com Get free e-mail (anyname(a)nme.com) now at http://www.nmemail.com The sender of this e-mail is NOT an employee or associate of NME, nme.com or any other IPC magazine. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Trash
by Kieran Devaney 09 Nov '02

09 Nov '02

Dear Sinister, Before I start proper a tiny addendum to last times post I mentioned that the Moldy Peaches were playing in Sheffield on the 21st November. Well, as any English student will tell you, close reading is key unfortunately I neglected to read the advertisement poster closely enough to discern that it is in fact just Kimya Dawson, who is one half (roughly) of the above mentioned band thats playing, but it should still be good anyway. Nonetheless, a lesson is to be learned here dont go reading posters whilst running past them at a considerable distance and talking to someone. Is toothpaste a liquid or a solid? Thats what we were talking about. No firm conclusions have yet been drawn what do you reckon? See Im thinking that stuff like toothpaste disrupts the whole notion of the solid/liquid/gas trichotomy as its taught in low level physics (I gave up on physics after GCSE, I was no good at it and the department was up three flights of stairs) and instead that states of matter should be seen as a continuum rather than three separate entities in themselves. Possibly most scientists would just say: Well, obviously to that, but we were always taught that you had to be one of the three. Its all up in the air anyway. Ive started proper by the way now, in case anyone isnt clear. I really want to talk about the song Trash by Suede now youll remember me saying in my last post that they didnt play anything I requested at the most recent Offbeat, well Trash was one of the songs I requested then. Even though, if I were forced to choose, Id probably say I was more anti Suede than pro them, I do think Trash is one of the best singles of the 90s, easily the best thing the band has ever done etc. Though Im not at all sure why, its not markedly different from the trademark lush, vaguely anthemic in a pseudo-anti-anthemic sort of way trademark Suede trademark sound. I dont know. Its healthy to have irrational likes and dislikes anyway. Since they didnt play it at Offbeat the other Friday then I requested it yesterday evening (which was Thursday evening if I dont get round to finishing this before tonight is done). Actually I might go off on a little tangent first about the Thursday night Fuzz Club at Sheffield SU or at least about Coin-Op who were the band that played there last night, they have bands on before the disco bit in a clever hybrid of gig and club, giving you just that little bit more for your money, unless, as frequently happens, the bands that are on are crap. I wanted to go backstage or shout and ask them if they liked The Pixies and The Fall quite a lot but I didnt get round to it. They were good though, I enjoyed myself. And anyway, its unfair and lazy to describe bands in terms of combinations of other bands, or just in terms of other bands really Im not saying Coin-Op were Pixies/Fall copyists anyway, they werent, but there were definite vocal inflections and dynamics in their sound that heavily recalled both those bands. No bad thing? Well that depends. Anyway, speaking of all that, I saw much maligned/adored American emo-folkster about as alt as alt-country gets (Q Magazine) types/type (Im not clear on where the band starts and ends really, is it just Connor Oberst that counts as Bright Eyes or are the rest of them part of it ditto The Magnetic Fields and The Divine Comedy) Bright Eyes on Wednesday in a tiny venue in the back room of a pub in Leeds yes his ears really do look that big from up close. To be honest I probably fit more into the maligned (as in I malign them, him, not the other way round, gah) side of the above split, but it was a good show with the boy Oberst quaffing a whole bottle of cheapo red wine on stage (which isnt, I dont imagine, a very good sign for the tour if you need to be that trashed to make the evening go ok then it cant be a very stimulating tour, musically or otherwise) and flailing around and singing and generally looking like an indie poster boy extraordinaire. He sang some old songs too, which I recognised, and that was nice. Thing is, though, his music is so defiantly, brutally introspective (which is what puts, I guess, a lot of people off it certainly puts me off or not just that it is introspective, but the manner in which it is and how thats expressed) that I expected the gig to be quite low key and acoustic more about drawing the crowd in rather than projecting to them, and in such a small venue he could easily have gotten away with that, in fact it might even have worked better, but instead he and his band thrashed (ok it wasnt quite that crude, but there was a sense of abandon, I think, to the way they went through the songs again, not a good sign that this is a very stimulating tour for team Bright Eyes) their way along, turning even the more delicate numbers into cathartic paroxysms of angsty indie rage, and as Oberst got drunker and drunker even those laboured words of his began to blur into one another, just leaving his hoarse, abstract exorcisms behind. Perversely, not being a fan of his lyrics particularly, this actually made the gig more enjoyable for me and my friends, who are all pretty much confirmed Bright Eyes fanatics didnt seem to mind either, or perhaps they were just too star struck to notice. If you were there (you never know), then my friend Laura was the one who jumped on stage right at the end of the encore and gave your man a necklace. Cute. Also, we managed to charm the (ok non-existent) security and ran backstage afterwards to meet the band, who obviously had no interest in us and didnt want us there (they cant really be blamed for that though, I think Id be the same) and I stood awkwardly while other gobs hung open gazing at Connors lovely blottoed visage. Then they bought tshirts and stuff and we went home. Yay. Oh, yeah, while Im thinking about it, during the gig I really, really felt like heckling. Is this natural? Barring the wittiest of the witty, Im generally not at all impressed by heckling, I dont think many people are but during the oddly reverential between song silences of Wednesday night I was itching to make myself heard. I felt like shouting something like: Say something profound, Connor. Im glad I didnt actually, it wouldnt have worked. That is, it wouldnt have been a sufficiently witty heckle to get the crowd onto my side, not that Oberst wouldnt have said something profound, lord knows, he might have huge chunks of the Dhammapada to heart, and what a bootleg that would have made. Incidentally, my philosophy lecturer, the one who made the mistake about Tracey Emin last week, this week redeemed himself by using the term scare quotes which I like. Presently we come to something of an impasse next week is reading week, which means that I dont have any lectures or anything, most people have gone home for the week, but I couldnt face that personally not that Ive anything against my family, of course not, but were having building work done at home at the moment, and the thought of being stuck in that tiny house whilst builders traipse through all the while really doesnt appeal. Im going back soon anyway, for some A-Level thing at my old school, I cant decide if Im looking forward to seeing various people or not, some of them I definitely didnt stay in contact with for a reason I imagine itll be all How are you getting on? Oh fine, you? Fine, yeah type conversations and then well all go back home and wonder how we could grow so far apart after just a few months. Or I will anyway. But an impasse here because I dont really have anything to do, particularly I have letters to write and a couple of essays to do, but that doesnt really structure my days very well, not that they particularly benefit from being structured I suppose this is the eternal paradox though, if Im ever obliged to do anything at all then I moan about it, and now that I have a week so empty that there will be barely anyone around that Ill have to grunt alright? at as we pass on the street and I moan about that as well. I suppose Im just worried that Ill retreat back into the malaise of doing nothing except staying in bed reading and keeping completely unsociable hours as I did during the summer. It wasnt that bad, really. I just dont particularly want to be there again, even if it is just for a week. Still. And its not as if I dont have enough free time anyway, in fact I have inordinate amounts I suppose I always did though. Almost everyone being gone is almost certainly a good thing, though, I think no more queues for dinner, no more long waits for the lift, even if it is just for a week. Oh, and I meant to tell you this last time, but further to the tales of hilarious student debauchery, the guy who lives opposite to me, lets call him Matt (it is his name, after all, and any possible allusions to a dull surface are appreciated as well as appropriate), this is the person that plays Eye of the Tiger and, recently that Bombfunk MCs record that was around a few years ago, a song which I thought had been thankfully consigned to the annals of one hit wonderdom, but apparently not, repeatedly, loudly during the wee small hours of the morning, as well as several other hours during the day (wee small is a bit of a tautology isnt it? That blonde girl has fair hair), he anyway, managed to break his sink by throwing his weights at it, whilst drunk. Oddly, and disconcertingly he didnt seem at all bothered by what hed done the next day, still found it highly amusing actually. Some people, honestly. Hes a bit of a case all round really, from the lewd posters on his wall to the other day when I was, not out of choice, mind, sitting opposite him and dinner and he started complaining about how hard it was to do work in his room, about how it was too noisy and about how there were too many distractions. But its you making all the noise! All the time! Some people. Honestly. Actually, I was mulling this over the other day on the way home from something, we more or less have absolutely nothing in common, Matt and I, no shared interests, no common ground, we dont have anything that even remotely resembles a rapport in conversation. Chalk et cheese. I was wondering, then, whether this is a good thing or not. Is it beneficial to occasionally come into contact with people that you absolutely cannot relate to at all? Does it somehow affirm your own sense of being? Prove the eternal variety of the human spirit? Which lead me, sans an actual conclusion on the above (other than to think that occasionally I am drawn to struggling through, say, a really hard book or article thinking that it will be somehow beneficial to have read it, despite not having enjoyed it very much, not sure that this is quite analogous though), to wonder if we maybe had one thing in common, I worked backwards on this one, reasoning that its easier to change him than me in this unlikeliest of scenarios that, say, he enjoyed the novels of Vladimir Nabokov (he told me, incidentally, that he doesnt like reading the other day, so there doesnt seem to be much chance that he does on the sly, but I suppose you never know), would that then give us enough grounding to be able to get on with eachother without there being an awkward and occasionally menacing air when we speak? But then I thought, no, because if he did like Nabokov then surely this would change, albeit fractionally, his entire countenance or would it? Could he be the same person exactly, but just with this one tiny addition? I didnt think so, Nabokov isnt a good example, obviously, but in a sense, to like certain things you have to be a certain way its not really a chicken and egg type situation and one cant function with the other. But then I thought that I was being far too essentialist why shouldnt someone completely different to me enjoy the same things as I do? There isnt an answer to that. The reason Matt and I dont get on runs much deeper than just surface interests there are plenty of sporty people (and yes, I appreciate how much of an oversimplification that is) that I get on with and plenty of bookish people that I cant stand. So, depressingly, it looks like our differences are irreconcilable. Pity that. The thing is, I feel that way about most of the people on this floor - that there is this huge vista between what I think and what they think about everything. Pity that. So why is it that I still think of them, of Matt especially in terms of just those interests? Do I see them as a manifestation of the bits of his personality that are irreconcilable with mine, and with people I like that have similar interests to him, do I bury those interests and just see the personality that I do get on with? This is what keeps me up. That and the toothpaste thing, anyway. Perhaps this is why my friends seemed so horrified when, in Leeds a few weeks ago after we were drunkenly insulted by some townie types about the way we were dressed, harmless enough, I suppose, but not very pleasant, and typically our conversation turns to how moronic these people are, how they all dress the same and etc etc and I suggested that if that was all we could come up with about them was that, then we were no different from them anyway we think were better, they think theyre better simply based on the way the other side appears, the only difference being that the townies have the, I dont think guts is quite the word, but the impetus at least to voice their prejudices. I thought the whole point of not being like them was to *not be like them*. Didnt go down too well though. Perhaps Im trying to make a point about indie as a whole now, though guardedly. Ill not press it though. Im as guilty of it as anyone else is anyhow, so Id be a hypocrite if I did. I wonder if Matt recognises this difference or more to the point, I wonder what he actually thinks of me its a subject Id quite like to broach with him, if only I knew how. Incidentally, I dont particularly mean to single Matt out, its just that his room is so close to mine and I seem the most estranged from him, its a discussion Id like to have with plenty of people, but its one of those things thats just too close to the bone to actually take up with anyone, even people I am friends with. Im rambling now. Still. Hes gone home for the week anyway, Matt, so have most of them, its quiet. I think I already mentioned that. Still rambling, then. As ever. See, I did it with the pun on Matt above, actually, witty as it was and as nicely as it lead on to it does exactly what it says on the tin type nonsense I was still completely on the surface, totally 2D. Nobody is 2D. Perhaps this is whatll happen when I go back to school for that presentation, well all go back to seeing each other as just 2D people, strangers, I suppose they are now, in a sense, most of them. But I was here to talk to you about Suede. So I requested Trash Thursday evening and they played it and I danced and in my cinematised version everyone was ecstatic and the song fit the moment so perfectly that all other music momentarily paled in comparison and today I went out and bought a second hand copy of Coming Up for a fiver because I dont actually have the song up here with me and Ive been listening to it on repeat all day the end. Love, Kieran Xxx p.s. I thought about taking out all the punctuation. Maybe next time, what do you think? _________________________________________________________________ The new MSN 8: advanced junk mail protection and 2 months FREE* http://join.msn.com/?page=features/junkmail +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: elasticandunelasticdeformation
by Stefano [Steady-State] 08 Nov '02

08 Nov '02

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Sinister: S!M!U!T!
by robin stout 08 Nov '02

08 Nov '02

why, hello! RACHEL PLAYFORTH (MISS) SAID: <<It was infuriatingly precious when they wouldn't do press or appear on sleeve photos etc, I know it was. But it did give us something to *wonder* about, and if you can't have wonder then what have you really got? A fey Scottish band made up of scruffy, skinny lads and winsome lasses, who you might have forgotten about already if the NME didn't occasionally remind you. Oh I don't really believe that, of course. But suffice to say, I have not been reading the Q&A page on the website.>> But have you been reading Stuarts Diary, Rachel? It seems he just cant help being smutty. Have you seen his latest entry? Its full of porn and Dentist Sex, and is like a big mountain of spunk! Look! <<Well I was lying back, and the dentist was jabbing away, and the assistant had her whole hand in there as well, and my saliva glands were really working overtime! I mean the girl was meant to be sucking that stuff up, but it was too much. And it overflowed and started running down my neck into my hair! Really, it felt like a complete flood, like a tributary of the Nile or something. And I was trying to attract the girl to what was happening, but of course it's hard when you've got two people pinning you down like that.>> Crikey! I hope he remembered his cap! And then he says hes bored of sex. Too much of it, I think! Archel also said: <<Personally I hate bras, but you've got to have them sometimes. It's like nits.>> And I thought she said tits. But she didn't. She did say bras, though. He he! Bras!! On a less smutty note, I quite like reading the diary and stuff. I dont think it reveals anything too sensational and really quite like the way Stuart spends most of his time being lazy, and isnt like a proper rock star at all. I cant think of many other artists who would set homework like this, either: << But here's a little assignment for you. In the spirit of what I was talking about earlier I want you to write in and tell me something you found sexy. But the thing is, it's not to include any sex. Because sometimes someone can do something so attractive. but it's nothing to do with that media fed notion of sex I'm so bored with. It's something different. I was going to give you an example, but I'm so jaded.. you're just going to have to use your imagination.>> This is like the opposite of Archels underwear competition I think. Archels is easier, because I think about bras A LOT, but I think I might enter Stuarts too. Everyone else has (he he! snigger!) Im off to the dentist then. bye x x robin _________________________________________________________________ Add photos to your messages with MSN 8. Get 2 months FREE*. http://join.msn.com/?page=features/featuredemail +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: good time oldies
by terry underwear 08 Nov '02

08 Nov '02

Mark Casarotto said: >so if anyone has any decent recipes, please feel free to send them to me! You should go here: http://joannou.net/topofthestairs/sinifood/ The Sinister Recipe Tree is rolling along nicely. Caitlin Pigtails is doing a fantastic job of archiving the recipes. If anyone wants to join just let me know. There are some fantastic recipes - Alyson Snowball's Hazelnut-Parmesan Asparagus is the best thing I have done with asparagus (in terms of eating anyway...), and Jeanette's Chocolate Chip Pecan Pie is to die for. I am slowly working my way through all the recipes everyone has sent in. I have had a permanent smile on my face all day today, and have been in a suspiciously good mood for the last couple of days. Perhaps because I handed in my last assignment yesterday, or perhaps because it is Swot Vac and I love Swot Vac, or maybe because it is sunny and warm and just deliciuos outside. I would suggest a combination of the 3. I also went shopppig today with the 2 girls I live with, which is always fun. And I didn't have to carry the box of fruit and vegetables we bought from the markets! I insisted one of the girls carry it - I would of but I refuse to reinforce gender stereotypes ;) Then we went to the supermarket and I got to push the trolley and coast on it, which is my favourite thing in the whole world possibly. My car's tape player broke a week or so ago, which means I can't listen to tapes. I had just made this fantastic B&S mix-tape, and had listened to almost half of, when my tape player just stopped working. The upside to all this is that I've been able to listen to "Good Time Oldies, 1080 6IX" on a regular basis. I'd forgotten how good it was, and would like to thank Helen for reminding me of its greatness. After reading David Hewitt's post it got me thinking about how many Australian's are actually on Sinister, and where they all live. I know there is at least 7 here in Perth and at least 2 in Brisbane, 2 in Melbourne and 1 in Adelaide. Maybe everyone from Australia could reply to this and tell me where they are? bye bye, terry __________________________________________________________ Outgrown your current e-mail service? Get 25MB Storage, POP3 Access, Advanced Spam protection with LYCOS MAIL PLUS. http://login.mail.lycos.com/brandPage.shtml?pageId=plus&ref=lmtplus +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: booze explosion!
by Dirty Vicar 07 Nov '02

07 Nov '02

You know the way the first rule of sinister is you don't talk about Sinister? I am nevertheless going to engage in some meta comment, because it seems like there's been a sudden outbreak of Old Sinister action on the list. Top marks, that's what I say, seeing all these old jokes, tropes, and characters from before my time dredged up. Soon I will have assimilated everything and be able to pass myself off as an old timer too, muttering about the Earl of Fotheringay* the while. I must reply to a post that mentioned me. Carsmile Steve wrote: > DV was banging on abt the chalets (for a change), now I feel very self conscious. I saw the Chalets play again last friday, and I completely wuv them. Sirrah Carsmile went on to say: > i'm assuming the afternoon gig will be at Notting Hill Art Club yes indeed. They will play RoTa at the Notting Hill Art Club at 4.00pm. My sources in the world of The Chalets also tell me they will play Strange Fruit at 8.00pm sharp. They would also like to remind Sinister that The Chalets include former Sinister subber Paula Cullen Booze Explosion. The old timers among you could go along and marvel at what happens to people when they unsubscribe. I feel like some kind of grubby list abusing publicist now. I will not mention The Chalets again for a while. I will mention Serge Gainsbourg. "L'Histoire Du Melody Nelson" has finally fallen into place with me, and I wuv it. I reckon I would wuv it even more if my French was up to following the lyrics (which apparently are about getting it on with some young one who then dies in an unlikely sequence of events). I have also been enjoying the France Gall album I bought in Beirut, which features many Serge composed songs. My favourite Gainsbourg track remains 'Nazi Rock' off "Rock Around The Bunker". People may scoff at Isobel Campbell, but it is thanks to her that 'Nazi Rock' looms so high in my pantheon of Serge, as she was the first person I ever heard bigging it up. "Rock Around The Bunker" is a G*R*A*T*E record. It presents a load of pop tunes with second world war and third reich related themes, many of them set in the bunker where Mr & Mrs Hitler wile away the time before the end. Never one to shun controversy, Serge also sings about how great it is to be Jewish and wear the yellow star. It's funny how slow I am, it never really occured to me until recently that Gainsbourg was lucky to avoid extermination in the second world war. He is a strange man to be able to make light of it in that kind of way. A strange man, and a pop genius. I also had the good fortune to see the band Luna last week, who did a stonking version of Gainsbourg's 'Bonnie & Clyde', complete with those odd cockatoo noises. Top marks, top marks. Apart from "Rock Around The Bunker" and "L'Histoire Du Melody Nelson", does anyone have any other Gainsbourg album recommendations. et maintenant, il faut que je parti. DV *I have no doubt misdescribed the gentle peer, thus clearly marking myself out as not part of the in-crowd. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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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