February 2002 - Sinister

Sinister: this one is about glasgow.
by Andrea Kittenmouse 21 Feb '02

21 Feb '02

Dear Sinister, Wow. I think I haven't posted for almost six months. Why? Because I've actually been so busy that I haven't had time to read it since then. And I felt kind of guilty, for some reason, like if I hadn't read it, I shouldn't post, so I didn't. So, I was in Glasgow last fall for three months studying at the art school. No, I'm not from there, I'm from Portland, Oregon, if you forgot. Maybe I should sum up my trip. Before I left, I saw Belle and Sebastian twice in Portland and Seattle, and it was amazing. They really rehearse their songs. At least, they sound like it. After they played, I was happy to get the hell out of the country, considering it was September and a tidal wave of creepy right wing patriotism was beginning to flood the U.S. Is liberalism dead? (This is a rhetorical question, of course, so please, don't start). By the way, I did NOT, for the record, go to Glasgow in hopes of seeing, meeting, or stalking any of Belle and Sebastian, despite them being my favorite band. It's a big city, and while I did catch a glimpse of a few members of Idlewild at an Ikari Colt show at Nice'n'Sleazy, saw some guy from Elbow at a bar in Manchester, and almost bumped into (literally) the football player Juan Veron on the street in downtown Manchester, I wouldn't have recognised any of these people if someone hadn't pointed them out to me. In the case of Idlewild it was a drunken 16 year old girl in her school blazer who was too drunk to stop screaming "Oh my god, it's ___ from Idlewild, I'm so f*cked (ed.-as in, drunk), he's so cute, should I go talk to him??!!" To which I replied, in proper order "Oh, how interesting, really, yes, you should go talk to him." Charming girl, really. Nah, Glasgow is too big to really expect to see famous people. And I've learned this lesson from working in radio: don't try to meet famous people whose work you admire, it only makes it weirder to listen to them sing if you have heard their voice in person. Anyway, I had a really good time, and met some nice people. I stayed in the art school dorms, which, while kind of ghetto, were lots of fun. We had our own rooms and didn't have to share bathrooms, which was nice. We were always running out of those weird little cards you buy and use for electricity. And we had a pay phone. That really sucked. That's really why I never called anyone from the list, because it was really expensive to call mobile phones from pay phones. The dorms are right near the art school in city center up the hill from Sauchiehall Street. Our closest subway station was called Cowcaddens. We liked the chip shop around the corner from the Variety Bar on Sauchiehall Street. I got to see Pulp and Hefner live. That was kind of neat. I got to learn lithography and silkscreen. I saw the Tate Modern and an end of term show at Central St. Martins school of fashion in London. Bought a lot of silly clothes at shops that I probably wouldn't buy from if I actually lived in Scotland, like Topshop and H&M. Actually, H&M is so cheap, I probably would shop there. Now I just shop at the Goodwill, because it's the only place where you can buy men's trousers and turn them into a skirt. top ten slang heard often while in glasgow (in no particular order): 1. get your skates on 2. couldn't be asked 3. stupid muppet 4. innit (from ali g., along with slag, punani, and boyakasha) 5. that's boss (from a person from liverpool) 6. posh 7. go on then 8. dodgy (I don't know how to spell this one) 9. ring (like to call someone on the phone) 10. and my fave: easy peazy lemon squeezy If any of these are actually really bad words and you are offended by them, I apologize. I am just an ignorant American, y'know. Anyway, I'm back in America, wondering how skeleton is an Olympic sport, and again, doing a weekly radio show on which I try to talk as little as possible. More info and bad html code can be found at http://web.pdx.edu/~andreay/. Thank you for your time, and I apologize for having ignored you all for so long. It wasn't cuz I don't like ya. Your friend, Andrea K. Mouse _________________________________________________________________ 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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Sinister: la la love you
by bus stoppers 21 Feb '02

21 Feb '02

wasn't it just lovely weather today? sigh. i am just happy right now. ever since that stupid boy broke my heart for the last time right before this past new year's eve, my new year has been wonderful. for once in so many years my life seems to be on track and i like it. before being content with all of the miserableness that was and was not self inflicted was okay. that was what content was. nope. this is content. and though i might not feel this happy all the time, knowing that it's possible to is now enough to keep me trucking through the bad days. sheesh. even know, it's weird to hear me type like this. strange. things keep moving and going forward. i guess that's what life is all about. hmm. first things first. i would like to publically thank my valentine for the treasures he has bestowed upon me. he must now revel in the glow that he has made a simple girl on the west coast very happy. +++ i have a real date on friday. this will be the second 'official' date of my 21 years of life. and i'm actually excited about it. which is weird because on my first date ever in my first 20 years of life, the poor guy. (we ended up being good friends and roomies later. anyway.) i couldn't even eat when he took me to dinner because i was so nervous. and then we missed the movie because i was late because i got lost. it was a mess. and remember the second boy from my other post? well, he was supposed to take me on my second date, but the whole time before he stood me up, i was trying to think of ways to get out of it. this time, i am looking forward to my date. let's call him J. he's 27. i've never dated a guy that much older before. and he's a college english professor too. he teaches english at a vocational school and a community college while working towards his masters in english. but in grad school he was a film minor, i believe, at ucla. undergrad at ucsb. i don't know how i ended up with such a smart boy. and he's funny and adorable too. anyway, it's just really weird. it's weird because usually i would be either having a panic attack or falling in love right away. the only conclusion i can think of at this moment is that now that i have stopped searching for 'the one' i can relax a bit and have some fun with nice boys without being a dramatic drama queen with the constant bleeding heart. but then again. who knows where the next week will take me. i'm basically trying to keep the mentality that J. is a nice boy (well, i guess he can't be a boy being 6 years older...) and i hope that we can spend time together and share fun times and warm memories. though most of you (who wouldn't be reading this paragraph anyway) probably either delete my posts or just read the first half and get bored...i'll keep you all posted! :) +++ i loved lindseylou's post about valentine's day. well, i always love her posts, but this one especially. i admit that i have read it a few times over and over. i'm sending you a *hug* for a just because. +++ kirsten kenyon posted: > i find my hand jamming a cigarette between my lips instead. > good > move, i think. > the cigarettes. after buying gumdrops at walgreens, i had a > cup of > coffee. i realized that the gumdrops just weren't cutting it. > being > too lazy to trudge three blocks back to walgreen's in the > rain, i > forked over $6.50 for gauloises at some snooty smokeshop with > shiny > floors and leather sofas. > taking into account my current financial state, i should not > be > spending $6.50 on cigarettes. and my lovey matthew posted: > I've looked everywhere. It is now official. This entire city > has run out > of my cigarettes. I'm a bit upset about that. I just don't > know what to > do. i need a cigarette right now actually. i would just like to bitch once about the price of cigarettes. i mean, give an addict a break! kirsten, i usually try to not think about my financial situation before or during the purchase. i find that it helps to contemplate the money spent while enjoying the first drag off the first cigarette AFTER the purchase. does anyone else who smokes suffer from the "i really should quit" thoughts...until you smoke another cigarette and you can't imagine life without the nicotine. it really is a disgusting habit and i don't know if i'm doing a good job trying to romanticise it. err, if i'm doing any job at all. actually, i think i'm discouraging future smokers to not smoke... well, i must go fold laundry now before getting ready for the job. i'm sorry that i didn't make too much sense. i'm not used to being awake this early. i promise the next one will make a bigger effort at it's articulate-ness. my lazy ass is off to work, sara __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? 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Sinister: life is for living and staring at glass
by michelle ruiz 21 Feb '02

21 Feb '02

I'm tired. Really tired. But on to more important things. Like bakeries! If i knew how to bake really good things except the occasional tea cookie I'd open one up. Old European style bakeries are just about the nicest places. There's a couple I really like to go to. There's a Greek one that when you look at the display case where the food is, in the reflection behind you it seems like you are in Europe on a warm day with the little cars going past. As you can imagine you *do* get stares from the staff because you keep staring at the glass. But it's nice though. Well there's also a bunch of Polish bakeries that have amazing original lamps hanging in their stores that give off a nice orange-ish glow. And the tiles on the floor are quaint. Pay more attention to old tiles and lamps. They can be really interesting at times. Ah I can see it now. Once this B&S scavenger hunt gets going it's going to be the new bowling/picnics. OR there will be bowling with picnics and scavenger hunts afterwards. That actually sounds kinda nice. Spring is a good time for scavenger hunts, seeing as easter eggs are everywhere. And the air is fresher (or maybe not but because everything is green it feels that way). And when the wind blows you can hear the premature leaves rustling. And you can go out with only a sweater on. And of course-the ever elusive easter bunny, hippity hopping his way into our hearts. Yeah Mr. Neil does rock. He seems like the all knowing Belle and Sebastian PR guy. if you post some message talking shit about the band in some way...he'll find out. Oh yes-he will find out. One thing's for sure you don't see any of the Sini types complaining about tickets prices like that. I too am also curious as to who's opening. If they want, at the chicago or detroit gig I can open for the opening act- and entertain the crowd with my Muppet dance impression or maybe recite a poem by Octavio Paz in Spanish or possiblymaybe perform a rendition of 'Mein Herr.' Well it's just a suggestion. Though I am available for birthday parties and bar mitzvahs. (clothe yourself well for the wind) xx michelle xx __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Sports - Coverage of the 2002 Olympic Games http://sports.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: Scooby Driver
by robin stout 21 Feb '02

21 Feb '02

The whole argument on the Matador site is really funny. And Neil is HARD! I liked this: +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ B&S' Management Ticket Prices - Dry Your Eyes Mon Feb 18 12:09:06 2002 62.252.128.5 Anonymous, an apology. You don't like the band. Fair enough. You're still a prick. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Nice one Neil! Scooby said: >i love my car because i drive to and from work listening to b and s >all the time over and over So that makes you a Scooby Driver? Hmmm, where've I heard that before? R _________________________________________________________________ Join the worlds largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail. http://www.hotmail.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: Always crashing in the same car
by Christina McDermott 21 Feb '02

21 Feb '02

I've been thinking recently about all the places that I've ever had attachments to in my life. There are a lot of them, scattered about here there and everywhere...not just in England, but also in Scotland (seen in my much documented love affair with Glasgow) and also in the USA with my grandmother's house in Florida that I remember going to with my family when I was a kid. I've not been there in years, not since I was 12 but I will forever remember the way it looked in the afternoon sunlight glimmering on the water in the swimming pool, the colour of the condominium complex; a hideous florescent mint green. Everytime I see it in my mind, all these memories come flooding back of the time when I lived in Florida when I was five...my mum teaching me how to tie my shoelaces although I was more interested in watching Teddy Ruxpin on TV, my dad taking me to the local swimming pool and my swimming lessons with my best friend Andrea with me having to be coaxed into the water because I was deadly scared...sitting on the windowsill of my front room and watching the most amazing Florida storm out of the window...the same storm later on the next morning blowing the electric in my house whilst me and my brother were watching "Scooby Doo." Silly things that remind me of being a kid and lead me to sometimes wonder if they really hapenned at all or were just the product of a rather overactive imagination. In Manchester, there always used to be places that I would go to so as to sit and think about things, drink coffee and laugh lots with friends who would look over my A-Level English Lit texts and add their own annotations so that in the exam I would look at that really important part in Richard 3rd and see where my friend Martin had wrote "Innit tho?" next to a speech by Elizabeth/Queen Anne/Add Shakesperean woman character here, they all bloody sound the same in that play. I miss Manchester at timess so much that it aches...and if you knew me, you would know how silly that is. The thing with me is that I don't get homesick. I miss things, people, places...but not so much that I want to grab a train ticket and run back to them asap which is the feeling I've been getting over the past few days. It's not just that I miss my family...I miss really silly feelings and emotions, like getting out of college on a Wednesday afternoon, meeting friends in Cafe Pop and going record shopping or catching a film at the Cornerhouse...or the Northern Quarter on a Sunny day, with everyone sat on the pavement drinking and chatting and LOUD music blaring from all the assorted shops. Maybe this is a feeling which has eminated from being a student, maybe just from being away from the familiar for so long that the novelty of the new place has started to wear off (I doubt that the novelty of London will ever completely wear off for me, its more that it's sheen has tarnished). At first, going back home to Manchester to visit felt like such a chore. I hated it when I went back there to visit during my first reading week. All these old faces I'd attempted to eradicate by moving hundreds of miles away from them all at my door bringing back the things I'd left behind so that I may forget them. Even at Christmas to some extent it still felt that way. Then, a few weeks ago I found out that my dad was seriously ill and I couldn't get home fast enough. It was such solace, so warm and welcoming...I was with the people who understood me and needed me and so Manchester was as comforting as warm arms wrapped around me. Coming back to my other home was such a wrench. I didn't want to leave those who needed me more than London did. London needs me too. My dad is still ill and he will be for a long time to come, but London shields me from the pain of homesickness. It makes me laugh, it makes me forget, it makes me sit in a cafe with friends and look out over rivers at the skyline and realise that I wouldn't be anywhere else in the world. My parents are coming to visit me soon and I want to show them that I'm doing the right thing being here and I'm still accessible to all the people who need me and who I need to be there for me too. It's my nomadic existence realising itself. Neither Manchester or London is truly home, but we all have an agreement, they're different things, like the different sides of me and they appeal to that. An old friend, a new lover...with each place bringing back waves of memories like the words of old love letters, and the smell of biscuits on rainy dawns. Anyway, another week, another Cay epic about her life...apart from the small fact that nothing really has hapenned this week, apart from a shedload of essays and the EndlessCityLights coming second in some Oxford Battle of the Bands thing (out of three bands...but at least we weren't last! Even if one of the judges was very publicly and VERY loudly bitching about us during our set which put me off no end). The band which came in first everyone knew were going to win anyway as they knew all the judges, the judges loved them and one of the guys in the band was something pretty major in the University society putting on the show...bias anyone? But, as the lovely Mr. Carsmile Steve told me afterwards, "It's not the winning that counts, it's the bitching about the band that did win!" (They were shoegazing, schizophrenic, monotone pap by the way..and we were much prettier!) Oh, and RIGHT ON NEIL!!!! for his wonderful post on the Matador list about the bands tour in America/Canada. Even in Britain it's a lot of money to pay to see B&S, but I really don't mind. After all, there's enough of them in the bloody band that my ticket wouldn't even give them enough for a square meal each. And now I've got a wonderful new job as an usher for sixth form History conferences (ok, not so wonderful when you think of all the rampaging hormonal discrepancies...but it's MONEY!) I can buy a ticket to see them in London too! *Woo-hoo!* Someone also mentioned Oxford Interviews-when I had mine, not only did the chair eat me (very hilarious for the people watching...not so for me being eaten...), but I was caught hanging out of the window of my room having a crafty fag by a tutor who was not amused at seeing some mad young eyeliner clad-and-not-much-else-woman hanging out the window of a historical building and sending it into disrepute:- HIM-"Young lady, what do you think you're doing?" ME:- "What does it look like? I'm having a cigarette!" Upon closer deliberation, maybe that combined with my rampant drunkeness and causing a riot being drunk and dragging another drunk person along with me and making lots of noise when letting myself into the college at 3am was the reason I didn't get in....hmmm.... Oh look, it's sunny outside...let's play hopscotch Love and Marlboro lights, Cay Cola-Cube xXx P.S. The ever lovely Archel talked of how perhaps she should have given up ellipses for Lent...you and me both my girl! There are a frankly disgusting amount of them in this post. Nice to see that A in A-Level English Lit going to use then. "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: Neil, Clear Channel, Chicago/Detroit Meet-Ups.
by Christiaan!! !! 21 Feb '02

21 Feb '02

Hi! Gosh, I haven't posted for a while. First up, let me say, for those of you going to the Detroit or Chicago shows: A few of us would like to set up a two day extravaganza in both cities. The initial meet-up would be on friday before the Detroit show. Where, exactly, is still up in the air. Personally I saw Ann Arbor, because I am lazy. After that we will all go to the show. Then we will do other things. The next day we will go to Chicago and do things there. After that, we will go to the show in Chicago. Then we will do more things. Etc. So, if you have any ideas, or would like to come, email me or amyjacks or something. It should be fun! I think we should have a big DDR party. Ahem. When things are better planned, there will be a better post regarding that stuff. anyway. I don't think a response like Neil's is ever really called for. Then again, I don't know exactly what the response was to, so whatever. It sucks that I had to spend almost $70 for two tickets (stupid ticketmaster fees), but I can understand the need, considering they are traveling so far, have so many people, etc. What bothers me, though is that a few of the midwestern shows are affiliated with Clear Channel, which has TOTALLY fucked up all things musical in the area. Besides dominating most of the radio stations (which do things such as, say, castrate and torture a pig in a parking lot, and broadcast it live), their booking company, SFX, has taken over most of the venues where I live (around Detroit, MI) and either closed them or made them suck. Some of their policies are just really disturbing. Like, not booking local music. Ever. Even in little tiny clubs. They do lots of evil stuff. Um, anyway, Clear Channel kind of annoys me. Salon has done a bunch of pretty good articles on them. Collected at http://www.salon.com/ent/clear_channel/ Wow, I don't even have like a word search planned. It was warm yesterday. Last Friday I won $1,000 on an instant win lotto ticket. It was totally rad. Oh, I'm supposed to be working, though. Love you all, do come play in Michigan (and Chicago!), Christiaan!! _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Re: Sinister: loops and dots
by Timothy Steven Moyle 21 Feb '02

21 Feb '02

>Subject: Sinister: loops and dots just seeing if youve listened to stereolab before , they got a song by the same title...................................wowowowowowowowowowow, timbob.............................................. _________________________________________________________________ Send and receive Hotmail on your mobile device: http://mobile.msn.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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Re: Sinister: Neil takes on the world! Round One!+ why Neil is great.
by Red Geisha 21 Feb '02

21 Feb '02

The price of the tickets in Canada I must say is fair. The "convenience charge" of $6.50 per ticket cannot be attributed to the band, nor our grievous taxes or even our floundering dollar. I apologize for this Canadian but I am so thrilled B&S are finally coming to Toronto again and to a gorgeous venue, extra bang for your Canuck buck. This "fan" should start saving for merchandise now :p I know many people who were aghast at the price but everyone understood it was mainly due to our dollar...I'm assuming this Canadian is out of touch with Paul Martin and our recession. Toronto is increasingly being overlooked as a place to stop on tours b/c our ticket prices need to be ridiculous...which often turns off younger fans. It has meant that twice in the last year I've had to go to NYC to see shows. Anyhow I absolutely believe B&S will sell-out their T.O. show. Any mention/guesses/rumours of who will open? > >Can I be on the guest list in Canada to see someone have their lights >punched out? > >So in conclusion: >Neil wins and retires with the millions of Euros/dollars/marks/pesos that >they personally makes from every single concert. Especially those in Canada >where the B&S/Matador/banchory mantra for the tour is > >If We Don't Get The Dough >The Band Don't Show _________________________________________________________________ Chat with friends online, try MSN Messenger: http://messenger.msn.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: ahh yes, the famed cappucino monks. just delightful with an almond biscotti.
by Kirsten Kenyon 21 Feb '02

21 Feb '02

a cold, damp day, february masquerading as early november, a heavy odor hung in the air. it's a fragrance i had previously thought to be indigenous to elementary school buses. gasoline, new textbooks, bubblegum and gym socks. strangely enough, i caught a whiff of it outside the drugstore, and for a moment it made me feel as though i were far too young to be digging up five dollars for cigarettes, as i was. a cherry soda and a bag of chocolate peanuts, maybe. i bought gumdrops. a woman defines "iambic" for her ten-year-old daughter over a plate of scrambled eggs. a girl says "perambulate" in math class. she means "parabola." no, this girl is not me. matthew comments that the squirrel outside the window looks "exceptionally squirrelly." marcus tells me my shoes are "poppin." i take this as a compliment. the man in the apron asks me if "dog" and "god" would be an anagram. i nod, and am about to say something about palindromes when i find my hand jamming a cigarette between my lips instead. good move, i think. the cigarettes. after buying gumdrops at walgreens, i had a cup of coffee. i realized that the gumdrops just weren't cutting it. being too lazy to trudge three blocks back to walgreen's in the rain, i forked over $6.50 for gauloises at some snooty smokeshop with shiny floors and leather sofas. taking into account my current financial state, i should not be spending $6.50 on cigarettes. also, i am reading far too quickly. i suppose i could go to the library instead of buying books all the time, but i just adore the feeling i get when i add a new volume to my bookshelf. when i was little, my mom used to check out paintings from the fond du lac library. take one home and hang it over the fireplace for three weeks, then exchange it for a new one. that's sort of fun to do with paintings. i remember that my favorite was of wine and pomegranates, and that i would always whine when my mom picked out something like limes or wheelbarrows or ducks. my dad matted a painting i did in high school and hung it in the living room, along with some cezanne reproduction and this awful oil thing i did in about twenty five minutes as an exercise for a class last year. the assignment as to set up a still life of white objects and to paint them, using no white at all, but still "capturing the various hues reflected in the light and lurking in the shadows," as dennis had put it, smiling with perfect white teeth and fluttering his hands so that his ruby ring sparkled in the lazy sunlight diffused through the greasy windows of the studio. my mom found the painting in a heineken crate in the garage. "i love the wine bottle on its side in the background." "that's a bar of soap, actually." "well, nobody would ever know." the one my dad hung is truly awful, a grotesque, swirling mess i created on a dented slab of masonite i found leaning against a wall in the parking lot of my high school. i would never, ever paint on masonite now. paint is too expensive, painting too exhausting. but...it's on masonite. (you can't see me, but i'm hanging my head in shame.) this monstrosity was done almost entirely with my fingers, and the paint is thick, piled up like some horrendous topographical map. those were the days during which i could waste paint without a tinge of guilt, as it was supplied by the high school and i figured that, given the staggering cost of tuition, i could (and should) use as much paint as i damn well pleased. my dad hung the painting upside-down. i didn't say anything. pierre instructed the class to write sentences consisting of no fewer than one hundred words each. and no, he's not kidding. i couldn't imagine why anyone would think that he was, but apparently the facial expressions exhibited by several of my peers prompted this statement. "james joyce wrote a forty three page sentence," he added. nobody seemed to care. my sentence was about a person who must take on the awful business of clearing out the estate of a departed relative. there's a pretty swell part about the slow, pained opening of a heavy door, emitting a stifling blast of stale air and reminding someone, rather morbidly, of the creaky old lips of a venerable woman on her deathbed. all in all, it's a horrible sentence. but the image of creaky old lips rather amuses me. so. i've had just about enough of this post, as i'm sure you have. oh crap. i'm going to be late for school. love 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. 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Re: Sinister: Neil takes on the world! Round One!+ why Neil is great.
by Paul Arathoon 21 Feb '02

21 Feb '02

I like Neil Robertson. He doesn't take shit from anyone who is being an arse. Just like when B&S didn't tour the East Coast last year. He doesn't care. He doesn't care because he's got his priorities right and people that moan are stupid. if it's B&S aren't playing X it's moan moan moan, if they are playing X it's moan moan moan about something else, and after they have played it'll probably be moan moan moan again. He is doing his job and when some gobshite wants to question him about his proficiency he gets annoyed and tells it how it is. I'd do that in his situation. As any fule kno- transporting 13 people to America plus transport, accommodation, insurance, spurious legal fees, advertising for the concerts etc ain't going to be cheap. People should be grateful they have deigned to play at all. Neil et al at Banchory/Matador are clearly not "money grabbing" nor hoards. though maybe if they all got together and ran towards Anonymous' house to give him/her/it a kicking then they could be a horde? Answers on a gold-edged capitalist postcard. and fuck it anyway, I WANT B&S, Matador, Banchory to make a shedload of money. Why shouldn't they? Answers to that on the back of a load of share certificates in the above. Can I be on the guest list in Canada to see someone have their lights punched out? So in conclusion: Neil wins and retires with the millions of Euros/dollars/marks/pesos that they personally makes from every single concert. Especially those in Canada where the B&S/Matador/banchory mantra for the tour is If We Don't Get The Dough The Band Don't Show _________________________________________________________________ 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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