February 2002 - Sinister

Sinister: i spent this afternoon nostalgic for this morning
by gina titchener 15 Feb '02

15 Feb '02

perhaps i shall make this a weekly event (for those of you not keeping tabs, i posted this time last week) fact of the day: eating suger puffs makes your wee smell (of sugar puffs) good evening space cadets i have things to say, and nowhere to start. see how i scratch my thumb and wait for the first line to occur to me. ok. a-o, let's go. baker,baker told me to be thankful for my gang and my sense of belonging (i think - i'm too scared to save draft and check cos this mail's diappeared once already), and that if there weren't a number of people similar to me in this town, it would feel alien. perhaps, infact, no doubt he is right. it feels good to have people who share (some of) my views, to talk to and to go places, have picnics with. what i was griping about (and what fb had already mentioned - thanks to fruitloop's meta-post for reminding me) was that you lose the ability to say anything to the rest of you guys. because it is easier, far easier, to say certain things to a crowd of faceless strangers than to a few of your mates. it is sad that it is true, but it is inescapable. so, valentine's day happened - i refused to 'participate' (be slatched into spending my last pound proving how much the loved one is loved), but the boy didn't, resulting in card + present = guilt. now i owe him. (i wonder if he'd like a scarf? or a mixtape...) in response to all the brighton posts, an account of my weekend follows as it was thoroughly bizarre. and it includes an accidental meet up, so it counts as content. friday night was spent in a chinese restaurant - nowt odd with that, except at 11 pm it turns into the most hideous disco you've ever seen. you know weddings where your mum dances badly to shania twain and old men with pony tails, beards and beer bellies play air guitar to queen... it was one of them. only infinitely worse, somehow. something to do with the fact that you knew it happened every friday night, with out fail. the highlight if their mundane week. {actually on reflection it might have been the young people that were the most pathetic. they weren't actually having a good time, they were ironically enjoying the sheer hell of it. that includes me, i know, but at least i wasn't dancing or chatting up 40 year olds for fun. these people could have been dancing to new, innovative music in a proper club or chatting in the groovy late night coffee house, but they were in a cheese-mongering mor disco. am i a snob? an inverted youth-snob? i don't know. i don't think i care.} saturday was on the other end of the spectrum, at an indie 'alldayer', gojonnygogogogo, in a pub on the outskirts of leeds listening to some great, some good and some shocking (as in bad) tiny indie bands - ballboy, chemistry experiment and plouf in that order. orb was there (hi orb!) with his flowing hair, tho i don't think he had a clue who i was, plus migmk, so that counts as a meet up. it was full of way-too-hip kids, who made me feel culturally lazy (i hope you know what i mean) and my boy feel old. we left early, and were home in time for the premiership. sunday we watched a cary grant/katherine hepburn double bill at the local indie screen, which was blissful. 'just right' as goldilocks would say. somewhere in between the mor of friday and the lofi-er's heaven of saturday. ~ a little about myself: when i was 8 or 9, my violin teacher promised to give each of my fellow trainee violinists and i a housepoint for each word we could find with 5 or more syllables in it. i returned the next week with 64 such words. i got 4 housepoints. i have never treated challenges with the same enthusiasm since. ~ this wednesday i will be in oxford - i have been lead to believe it is the last 'panic'. will anyone else - ie matt willson - be in town? ~ don't worry, kids, the summer is returning. i can smell it, i can feel it, in the relaxed wind that opens my eyes and lifts my head. the flowers dare blossom again - see the snowdrops nodding. soon there will be equal amounts of light and dark each day and thoughts will turn to plans of escape and adventure, and the infinity of opportunities open to you. gina x i'd give it all up for a springboard, a pair of shorts, a clean white t-shirt and the ability to do the perfect backflip ~ballboy _________________________________________________________________ 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. 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Sinister: celebrate good times, come on! I will!
by ArtsyDeco＠aol.com 15 Feb '02

15 Feb '02

Sorry to post again, but I must share my joy. I suppose I haven't been a belle and sebastian fan for an excessive amount of time, but I've always been quite keen on seeing them in concert. My friend and I used to joke about how many organs I would be willing to sell to go see them in concert, and now *cue dramatic trumpet music* I have two tickets. The other lucky soul is my friend Christina, my first true b&s convert. Now about that joy sharing... THE GOING TO SEE BELLE AND SEBASTIAN FOR THE FIRST TIME HAPPY DANCE! commence with tail wagging hands in the air waved about willy-nilly-like jump with a 180 degree turn crouch down a bit and do the twist annoy your friends by repeatedly yelling "I'm going to see Belle and Sebastian! Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!" Wait for them to say "who?" another jump and turn, land pointing your finger "Why only the best octet of indie musicians from scotland" more tail wagging spastic rhythmless excited movement until you get tired at least thats what I did all last night after I booked my tickets for Boston. It's perfect, I will have had two finals that day, what better way to unwind than to see my favorite band and keep all my organs, if not my $32.40? Now if we can all manage to do the dance at the same time, the planets will align and there will be world peace. With all that tail wagging, how could there not be. I realize it's a bit early but someone else has already mentioned that they got tickets for Boston. Meet up? Picnic? Please please please? I've wanted to have a Boston sinister thingy for ages, but maybe that one person is the only one besides me. Anyhue, think about it... Oodles of love for everyone, Kara +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Fw: was she scared, was she bored?
by R.Playforth＠sussex.ac.uk 15 Feb '02

15 Feb '02

this may not have worked the first time. if it did, god, i'm so sorry to inflict this on you twice. -- Begin original message -- > From: r.playforth(a)sussex.ac.uk (Rachel Playforth) > Date: Fri, 15 Feb 2002 14:05:40 +0000 (GMT Standard Time) > Subject: was she scared, was she bored? > To: sinister(a)missprint.org > > well, the internet is bust here and since that's what usually gets me > through the day (that and the odd appearance of a gorgeous guy/girl or > some erupting row amongst my bosses), i have to post to sinister > instead. which is bad in a way because i don't have much > content/gossip/smut/scintillating wit to share today. > > last weekend's shenanigans made me feel young and crazy again, and > subsequently i've been pondering the elusive concept of adulthood. i > can never seem to get a real handle on 'growing up'. am i grown up now? > now? next year? when? sometimes it hits me like a lightning bolt > that, yes, this must be it. letting myself into my own flat (well, > rented) with my own key, going into my own kitchen and unpacking my own > shopping, preparing dinner for my own parents as i did on tuesday - just > these minor things can stop me in my tracks - woah, i'm an adult. and > it can be a good or a bad feeling. on tuesday i was overwhelmed with a) > relief and b) surprise. relief, because i don't have to suffer all the > trials of being a teenager any more (and, however unique a teenager you > are, some of those trials *are* universally teenage), and surprise > because i can't remember at what point i stopped suffering them, and > acquired a job, a bank account, a flat, contents insurance, a boyfriend, > a credit card, and the ability to use them all appropriately while not > having to tell mum what time i'll be home. > > but then sometimes i don't feel like an adult at all, but like a little > girl who gets nervous talking on the phone*, doesn't understand > inflation or interest rates or the situation in the middle east, expects > a stocking at christmas, and is too scared to try for a proper job where > she actually has to take responsibilty. > > and yet... it's all relative. my sister (aged 20) turned up at my flat > that same tuesday night at around 11pm, complaining drunkenly that her > friends had called her a 'Loser' for leaving the pub early, accompanied > by american-style L-shaped gestures. 'they're so immature', she said, > 'i mean, i did this <makes double L-shape with first fingers and thumbs> > back to them, obviously, but they still think i'm the sad one.' (no > hint of irony.) then: 'does that mean lesbian?' asked my mum. 'well, > in MY culture it means Loser', said my sister. > > the whole thing about different cultures is strange, because my sister > is only 3 years younger than me, and yet she identifies herself > COMPLETELY differently. just as 17-year-olds have a totally different > frame of reference even to her. matt pointed out that in 10 or 20 years > time we could be in a pub and overhear adults who don't seem that much > younger than us talking nostalgically about pokemon. > > did i have a point? not really. > > i wonder if belle & sebastian are a particularly regressive sort of > band? i mean, nu-metal is more obviously juvenile, but maybe it's just > a different side of the same coin. limp bizkit and offspring glorify > the shouty, sulky, toilet humour side of adolescence, whereas b&s give > us the tormented, misunderstood, bullied side. do those of us who like > b&s (those of us, that is, who AREN'T still teenagers) secretly feel > that we haven't properly grown up yet, that we'll never rule the school, > that the world is still not made for us? do we feel bullied by real > life? are we just scared to grow up, godammit? > > well, maybe i'm just talking to/for myself here. > > i should mention other people's posts, but a) i can never remember later > what, at the time, made me laugh/sigh/think/well up and b) just thinking > about other people's posts makes me feel inadequate. oh, ally cook > posted. that was nice. and if i could write half as well as lindsey > lou i'd pack in my job right now and write a novel. > > given the self-referential nature of sinister, does it count as content > to refer to other listees? i'm never sure. > > the lights are on, but there's no-one home. > > luv archel xxx > > ps. peter carter asked about brighton photos on the web - as for mine, i > haven't developed the film yet and may not get to a scanner for a while > anyway. but hopefully others will be more efficient? > > pps. i am eating frisps. they claim 'it's not a crisp - it's a frisp', > but it might as well be a crisp as far as i can see. i mean, 'crisp' > covers quite a lot, doesn't it? could they be done for false > advertising? > > > * i think i actually have a medical condition. when i have to phone a > stranger, whether a publisher or a bookshop or my insurance company, i > have to remove layers of clothing to minimise the sweating and write > down what i'm going to say beforehand. is this totally weird? > > ****************** > Visit www.buzzwords.ndo.co.uk for the best new writing on the web. > Email submissions to buzzwords(a)bigfoot.com > > > > > > > > > -- End original message -- ****************** Visit www.buzzwords.ndo.co.uk for the best new writing on the web. 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Sinister: I was drunk on the streets of the South for four days on end...
by Christina McDermott 15 Feb '02

15 Feb '02

*yawn* Apologies...it's the dawn of a new weekend and I'm still recovering and shaking off the remnants of the old one. Saying that, it was a bloody good one though. I could get used to being one of these (inter)national Sinister jetsetters, going new places, meeting new people, drinking strange and exotic brands of alcohol... A fair few people from the Sinister massive that were in Brighton last weekend have divulged most of the semi-sordid facts about what went on there, so I feel I should fill in the gaps about the things that hapenned when either a) No one was looking or b) they all buggered off home. Yes, it was my band's first gig last Monday, and I have to say, it was AMAZING! Well, it was for me at least being the chanteuse on stage who (to use an old Mancunian phrase) was "fookin' brickin' it" (for all of you who are not aware of this phrase, it means I was scared stiff). Apparently, I did a rather good impression of someone who knew what she was doing as well as putting on a persona of being immensely fashionable and self-confident. I think it was the pre-gig KFC that did it personally. Those people must put something in the special sauce. Or, it also could have been the copious amounts of alcohol I consumed during the afternoon alongside the Polish cigarettes. Eitherway, I didn't mess up too badly, people seemed to like me, I was even heckled! Oooh, and they laughed when I told them my Menswe@r story (the punchline being "I don't want to seduce them anymore because they're apparently all on crack" Create story around that as you will). And I dj'ed too along with Matt the Medieval Minstrel Willson (when he didn't bugger off and abandon me with records I didn't know on the stereo to go schmooze and be a popstar) and people liked the stuff I played even if they didn't dance...but I didn't mind, because I was happy and could do silly dances in the DJ booth because no one could see me doing them...until the guitarist in my band came along and shouted Eddie Izzard sketches at me before attempting to scratch my favourite Jim O'Rourke record in a hideously Fatboy Slim stylee. Damn him. Anyway *PLUG! PLUG!* We're doing a Battle of the Bands type thing in Oxford again on Sunday at the Wheatsheaf (at least, I think that's what it's called) and if you want to you can come along and tell people how great you think the Endless City Lights are, especially that very attractive mad shouty girl at the front... It was a weekend of going to different people's nights, smoking lots and dancing in very silly ways really. Carsmile's night was wicked cool, I especially liked the numerous and utterly bizarre bootlegs that he was playing and I saw a boy set himself on fire on purpose so as to create a new hole in his jeans. I think he was trying to impress people but instead he made himself look arsey because he burnt himself in the process which made me snigger :D Anyway, edited highlights include such wonderous things as meeting many of the Sinister massive that I had never met before, (Hello and Hugs to the lot of you! I have to say I'm rather upset that I had to go home before I saw Mark Cassorotto fall arse over tit into the sea), having an amazing and lovely long talk with Maddy on the walk to Brighton train station, going to the funfair on Brighton pier and on the waltzers and having Dancing Hatchback take pictures of me and Becky going ARRGGHGHHHHHH!!!! whenever it started to go faster, watching Paul Field have a (verbal) fight with some obnoxious twat on the train back to London, seeing Carsmile Steve drunk, sitting in pubs for days on end, staggering back to Matt's flat on Sunday evening and being rather loud, Archel the mistress of smut, Me and Liz doing very amusing American hick impressions complete with banjo solos, me and Hatchback comprising the list of "All the stupid things Cay has said in conversations with James" which is now resplendent on my wall at home and his name being changed from "Dancing Hatchback" to "Dancing Flapjack" in celebration of his new flat cap. And then I came home, woke up on Wednesday morning and realised I had to come back to the real world filled with essays on Hobbes in my flat on my own and felt sad for a while until I realised that I had peanut butter, bread and a toaster and made peanut butter toast. It didn't make things entirely better, but it helped. You should all try it :D And yes, it was Valentine's Day yesterday and I was rather happy because I got a Valentines Day card from someone who wasn't my Dad! (Although he sent me one too, bless him) Ok, it was a Sinister Valentine, but it made me feel marginally better. Then again, anything would have been better than last year (My boyfriend dumped me on Valentine's Day. Grrr...bastard...I know. And I had the 'flu too.) I spent the whole day listening to love songs in the winter sunshine, being genteel, drinking tea, reminiscing about ex boyfriends whose beds I would lie on on summer days with the window open and the smells of the biscuit factory next door permeating the room and listening to Photo Jenny and him shouting "The girls are LESBIANS!" when Struan sings "The girls are just friends" and looking a mess on purpose because I don't have a boyfriend and so no one would really care whether I made an effort or not. I rather liked it. Then in the evening, I went to Finsbury Park and looked at the amazing view of London from the top of my best friend's road whilst smoking menthol cigarettes, eating pizza and looking at the stars. We don't need boys so long as we have our record players, clarinets (or keyboards in her case), studded belts and bad poetry. Oh and Vienenttas too. Those are always important. I didn't have any pancakes on Pancake Day. Maybe this weekend, eh? I've gone on far too long as always. Fifteen minute rule? Pah! More like a fifty minute rule for me. Love and Aislers Set records, Cay Cola-Cube xXx "If I can't dance, I don't want to be part of your Revolution..." -Emma Goldman +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: he's a taker and a giver and a getter into a world she's been been hankering to
by figure2＠fsmail.net 15 Feb '02

15 Feb '02

I wrote something on the thirteenth and something on the fourteenth and now it's the fifteenth and, you know? Things change every day. A good friend of mine used to say: 'Gordon, don't you think you've just lost the plot a bit?' and I'd shrug 'Whatever... it's not important'. Do you know the Legend of the Holy Drinker? It's a book by Joseph Roth, about a tramp who was sitting down by the River Seine one day ( the Seine has pavements alongside parts of it a few feet above the water which can be accessed by steps, mainly from the bridges above) when he was approached by a rich man who gave him a lot of money. The book can be taken at the level of a parable on the capriciousness of wealth and fate but I think the underlying substance is miracles and how people can both suggest and receive them, outwith the purposes of justice or reason. "I apologise. I presume the state you find me in is less than might be expected of a well brought-up young man. Perhaps I am not longer so young. Such things have passed. Me by, but I am capable of gathering myself to my feet. How long my bipedalifourousness (!) will remain I cannot tell." Whilst not working out if things he was saying were in the dictionary or not, he imagined palaces of stairs unwounded to heaven... dreamy big marbly echoing voids with possibilities, not festering. That, and, standing up. The fact was, of course, that he was lying upon the pavement in a barely coherent state and staring, bleeding from the left cheekbone and knees, up at a woman in her fifties who was not unfamiliar with the concept of offering assistance to men such as himself. Assured, she departed. He hailed a taxi to a strip bar. He'd never been there before but knew about it because it was next to the art college and had lusty fifties-style line drawings painted on the outside walls, either side of the door. It was about 11:30am and he sat down at a fine old mahogany shelf next to a man who looked uncannily like Robert Louis Stephenson and the man said to him. "What's great here is the whole place is run entirely by women". Three women stared at the two of them like the girls out of the Murphy's ads... slinky but decidedly not to be tricked with. But the two men had something to tangle with as well, like drizzle on burbly brooks... poet-imagery and painting women; seeing the beginnings of life like artists (their thighs, though the women who ran the place weren't indulging in the blokeishly unreasonable desire for visual exposition, not that the men asked). Maybe rather tired about either hoplessness, addiction or lack of talent but getting along with each other just the same, another half-hour was passed. [Souls in the shadows and souls in the lights one other's merely over exposed There's as much night as day: owl's have more of one way, In sentiments we have it three ways, And I'm in that way.] He went home and told his Dad a bit before the call-credit ran out. The miracle went like this: He received a letter one day and a valentine's two days after. He's sorta shocked and delighted. Just a dumb man, me, but thankyou, thankyou, thankyou :) Gordon. _______________________________________________________________________ Never pay another Internet phone bill! Freeserve AnyTime, for all the Internet access you want, day and night, only £12.99 per month. Sign-up at http://www.freeserve.com/time/anytime +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: B & S PLAY DUBLIN....
by trish delish 15 Feb '02

15 Feb '02

i hope! ooh, that's just plain naughty, isn't it? in fact, i may just deserve a good spanking (oo-er!) my reason for posting today is to do with the fact that i was out last night, and to the type of place/people that were there. it was in fact the 2nd birthday of dublin's "best" indie club, on thursdays, called screamdelica. what a strange night... i may be 21, and think myself young and not too out of things (spot the wishful thinking!) but i really had my eyes opened last night. since when is hairy back in style?? last night i saw people with the hairiest faces (think sideburns-goatee-tash combo, wouldn't recommend it) and as for the hairdo's themselves....i seem to have entirely missed the resurrection of the mullet, but dublin's cool-as-fuck indie kids are obviously showing the way forward. me and my 3 mates seemed to be the only twee-as-fuck people present, i don't think we went down very well mind you, for all their hair and stylee stuff, they let themselves down on the dancefloor, that's for sure. the music in TBMC can be fairly dodgy, with muso dj's playing the most obscure bsides to the most obscure tracks from the last 10 years, so i am accustomed to some fairly dodgy tunes. but i had to be picked up off the floor when, mid rock out set, the floor went crazy to the sound of.... meatloaf. MEATLOAF??!!! AND THEY LOVED IT!!! a pure rock out moment, and when it finished they screamed out for more. i thought maybe i had wandered through a time/taste warp, but apparently not so, i guess the moral of the story is, just because you have a mullet, doesn't make you cool (though i think i knew that anyway) i'm off to grow my own 80's do, wish me luck! trish delish ps apologies to any members of the list who strive to keep the mullet alive +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: was she scared, was she bored?
by R.Playforth＠sussex.ac.uk 15 Feb '02

15 Feb '02

well, the internet is bust here and since that's what usually gets me through the day (that and the odd appearance of a gorgeous guy/girl or some erupting row amongst my bosses), i have to post to sinister instead. which is bad in a way because i don't have much content/gossip/smut/scintillating wit to share today. last weekend's shenanigans made me feel young and crazy again, and subsequently i've been pondering the elusive concept of adulthood. i can never seem to get a real handle on 'growing up'. am i grown up now? now? next year? when? sometimes it hits me like a lightning bolt that, yes, this must be it. letting myself into my own flat (well, rented) with my own key, going into my own kitchen and unpacking my own shopping, preparing dinner for my own parents as i did on tuesday - just these minor things can stop me in my tracks - woah, i'm an adult. and it can be a good or a bad feeling. on tuesday i was overwhelmed with a) relief and b) surprise. relief, because i don't have to suffer all the trials of being a teenager any more (and, however unique a teenager you are, some of those trials *are* universally teenage), and surprise because i can't remember at what point i stopped suffering them, and acquired a job, a bank account, a flat, contents insurance, a boyfriend, a credit card, and the ability to use them all appropriately while not having to tell mum what time i'll be home. but then sometimes i don't feel like an adult at all, but like a little girl who gets nervous talking on the phone*, doesn't understand inflation or interest rates or the situation in the middle east, expects a stocking at christmas, and is too scared to try for a proper job where she actually has to take responsibilty. and yet... it's all relative. my sister (aged 20) turned up at my flat that same tuesday night at around 11pm, complaining drunkenly that her friends had called her a 'Loser' for leaving the pub early, accompanied by american-style L-shaped gestures. 'they're so immature', she said, 'i mean, i did this <makes double L-shape with first fingers and thumbs> back to them, obviously, but they still think i'm the sad one.' (no hint of irony.) then: 'does that mean lesbian?' asked my mum. 'well, in MY culture it means Loser', said my sister. the whole thing about different cultures is strange, because my sister is only 3 years younger than me, and yet she identifies herself COMPLETELY differently. just as 17-year-olds have a totally different frame of reference even to her. matt pointed out that in 10 or 20 years time we could be in a pub and overhear adults who don't seem that much younger than us talking nostalgically about pokemon. did i have a point? not really. i wonder if belle & sebastian are a particularly regressive sort of band? i mean, nu-metal is more obviously juvenile, but maybe it's just a different side of the same coin. limp bizkit and offspring glorify the shouty, sulky, toilet humour side of adolescence, whereas b&s give us the tormented, misunderstood, bullied side. do those of us who like b&s (those of us, that is, who AREN'T still teenagers) secretly feel that we haven't properly grown up yet, that we'll never rule the school, that the world is still not made for us? do we feel bullied by real life? are we just scared to grow up, godammit? well, maybe i'm just talking to/for myself here. i should mention other people's posts, but a) i can never remember later what, at the time, made me laugh/sigh/think/well up and b) just thinking about other people's posts makes me feel inadequate. oh, ally cook posted. that was nice. and if i could write half as well as lindsey lou i'd pack in my job right now and write a novel. given the self-referential nature of sinister, does it count as content to refer to other listees? i'm never sure. the lights are on, but there's no-one home. luv archel xxx ps. peter carter asked about brighton photos on the web - as for mine, i haven't developed the film yet and may not get to a scanner for a while anyway. but hopefully others will be more efficient? pps. i am eating frisps. they claim 'it's not a crisp - it's a frisp', but it might as well be a crisp as far as i can see. i mean, 'crisp' covers quite a lot, doesn't it? could they be done for false advertising? * i think i actually have a medical condition. when i have to phone a stranger, whether a publisher or a bookshop or my insurance company, i have to remove layers of clothing to minimise the sweating and write down what i'm going to say beforehand. is this totally weird? ****************** Visit www.buzzwords.ndo.co.uk for the best new writing on the web. 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Sinister: Potatoes
by robin stout 15 Feb '02

15 Feb '02

Hello! While we were waiting at the traffic lights this morning I looked over at the driver of the car beside us and saw that instead of having his hands on the steering wheel he was hitting the wheel with a couple of drumsticks. Either he was getting a bit of practice in before his drum lessons that afternoon or he was driving a drum powered car. Steering wheel - snare drum. Indicators - hi hat! There^Òs an interesting piece on the Matador website http://www.matadorrecords.com/news/index.html about the new album, as well as a hint it might be released in May. Amazon seem to think so too. So, that^Òs Early Spring, then. I^Òve been away for a while, as you might have seen, and I was a bit annoyed not to be able to make it to Brighton, but you see I had to go to my Birthday Party! I thought it would be a bit rude if I didn^Òt turn up for that. Then I went home for a few days to see my family but the only presents ones I got were; 1) A Mr Friendly (http://www.mrfriendly.co.jp ) exercise book from my sister, with the quite honestly disturbing slogan - ^ÓMr Friendly - he steals into your mind to help you to a good situation^Ô. 2) A sack of potatoes, a book on how to grow potatoes, a garden fork and a trowel from my mum and dad so I can ^Ógrow some potatoes^Ô. When I was nine I got a new bike for my birthday, who^Òd have thought it would come to this? And that was it. Oh well. We went to see my grandad too and had the traditional pleasure of watching telly with subtitles. They^Òre really funny sometimes and make even the most boring programmes seem exciting. The news is the best, cos there^Òs someone somewhere typing really quickly to get the words onto the screen in time. So they always miss out the big words and spell lots of thing wrong. For a local news item about an old woman whose house had fallen down an old mine shaft the subtitle was simply; ^ÓIt was me savings!^Ô Hmm. Brake - bass pedal! I^Òm going to spend the weekend buying a new record player, to finally replace the one I accidentally melted in the oven, and digging up the back garden so I can plant my potatoes. There^Òs an alsatian buried in there somewhere. I^Òll have to be careful. Oh my god! Mr Friendly has stolen into my mind!! Robin x _________________________________________________________________ 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: American tour dates.
by Richard Gassan 14 Feb '02

14 Feb '02

Hello, all --- I've never posted here before ... and I'm insomniac at the moment, so this should be a good time to ramble about myself, but I'm feeling a bit shy to do so. So, instead, I'll talk about some Very Cool Stuff Indeed. Yes, B&S concerts in America. Bliss, bliss: I have two tickets to the Boston show on May 4th (*one day before my birthday!) ... Ticketmaster lists tickets for sale: (http://www.ticketmaster.com/cgi/artist1.idc?actname=BELLE_AND_SEBASTIAN&Maj…) May 4, Boston, Orpheum Theater May 10, Detroit, State Theater And then there's this band, "Belle and Sabastian," that's playing in Upper Darby, PA: http://www.ticketmaster.com/cgi/artist1.idc?actname=BELLE___SABASTIAN&Major… ... but tickets for that are not on sale yet. Probably because they can't spell the damn thing. Oh, and the tickets I got in Boston last night are in the orchestra section right next to the stage! so I can get up and walk five steps to gaze worshipfully up at Our Heroes. Blissfully (albeit $25+$7.40 "convenience fee" each lighter), Richard. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: You can't turn a pig into a racehorse, but you can make a very fast pig...
by ArtsyDeco＠aol.com 14 Feb '02

14 Feb '02

Hello people who have a tendency to be somewhat better than others, I have just rescued baby triplet jelly beans from my bag. How underripe jelly beans made it into my bag, I know not. I am letting them live in my drawer and I have named the Maude, Esther and Paul. I hope no one eats them. I was quite excited by the mention and playing of B&S on Gilmore Girls. I watch it every tuesday with Katie and Jody and they have crappy musical taste. I nearly fell off the bed. Then I felt like a bad fan because I don't have the new single yet. But I'm so very poor. And I have to save money for my trip to England. That's right, I'm coming again. I must seem old hat to the british now. I think it's something like 17 days until I get on the plane... I will get paid for the first time tomorrow after three weeks at my new job. I work in a library now, though unfortunately I cannot truly say that I am a librarian. I only file and shelve, and it's only a law library. Still, leather and cloth bound books make for excellent company, as does the wee portable radio my little frenchwoman of a boss gave to me. She's incredibly nice. I think she misses france. Anyway, they're paying me. It pleases me to know that some of the time I'm getting paid for is spent secretively dancing amidst the bookshelves. That's all really, after all that time of silence from me. Something interesting is bound to happen soon. Kara +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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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