March 2002 - Sinister - missprint.org

Sinister: seven hundred and seventy seven times lovelier than anything that I've ever seen
by Will Porter 18 Mar '02

18 Mar '02

So the following is a distillation of some ideas that I've been fumbling with for a while, and even mentioning in some (other, smaller) forums, so if they sound familiar, I apologize. Chapter the first in which Will talks about underpants: So the other day, I was dressed dully, as being a librarian is wont to make one do: blue-gray pants, blue and white shirt, gray tie, gray socks, brown shoes and belt. Underneath, however, I was equipped with lime green, polka dotted underpants. As I was giggling to myself about the sillyness of my underpants, it struck me: What better expressor of the flamboyances we keep tucked just below the surface? Underpants: the hidden canvas, the scroll tucked neatly around our goodies whose verse might *just* tell a secret ("But I like you"? "I'd rather be wearing bright green dots"? "I didn't expect to get quite this naked with anyone tonight"?) to someone we want to tell (or otherwise enlighten) badly enough to shed those clumsy outer pants. I like that. Chapter two in which Will talks about kisses (in accordance with Sinister post code 374.68y paragraph 3, which requires that I talk about little else): 1. Inasmuch as 'you' consists exclusively of you, and 'I' consists utterly of me (or is it I?), then 'us' (we?) is really just a kind of aggregate of you and I. Chemically speaking, a mixture and not a compound. 2. Kissing, it has been said by someone whose identity I have forgotten if I ever knew, is the process of getting two people so close to one another that they cannot see the flaws. I can't help but see these two as related concepts: is kissing simply the anatomical juxtaposition or two orbicularis oris muscles in a state of contraction, or is it something else? Perhaps a sometimes-casual, sometimes-feverish attempt to cram simultaneously as much of 'you' into 'I' and 'I' into 'you' as possible, bringing the elements so close together as to blur their borders? Can proximity, generating heat and burning out impurities like some kind of Bessemer process, result in a more permanent fusing, an alloy of youandI as distinct from a heap of you stirred up with a pile of I? I always seem to have more questions than answers. In conclusion, Will's Infinite (or at least extended) Sex Hypothesis (now, this one has already been scoffed at by a couple of you who knew me when I was in Texas, including but not limited to the lovely and talented ree. However, I refuse to let it go, so I put it forth to the lot of you for further mockery. Anyway, it might be more of an ideology than a hypothesis): Ahem. The following is based upon the assumption that we are all in agreement about 3 fundamental things: 1. the notion that sex ends with the male orgasm is false (see lesbian sex for more details) 2. the notion that sex ends with anybody's orgasm is false or at least not necessarily true (see those lucky multi-orgasmic bastards for more details). 3. 'Sex' is not strictly genital-genital contact between a man and a woman (christ, don't be so provincial). Anyway, so WIOALESH follows pretty reasonably (I think): Since there is no discernable endpoint of sex, it doesn't end at all. Or at least not all at once. Further, since sex is not a particular, explicit activity, but rather a hazily defined category of activity, once you have entered a state of sex with a partner, that state doesn't end (or at least it takes a great deal longer than we currently imagine), rather heretofore non-sexual activities (like balancing the checkbook--an activity that could use some sexing up) become sexual in their own right, and all of your intercourse becomes sexual. I always feel a bit silly saying that last part to people. umm okay bye will porter __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Sports - live college hoops coverage 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: scream while you're still heard
by Bron 18 Mar '02

18 Mar '02

and all the gravity fell to my feet shooting stars travelled intertwiningly through their white hairs and the woods of the misunderstood grew thicker fuller greener and filled their mouths with honey the asymetrical and the asexual and the aliens of yore gleamed in sheer unquenched desire at the very whim of caressing my id and all the honey fell to my feet a slow glance to the side ---yeah it was the rushing river that clouded the path of muck ---yeah it was the charming elf-angel who wished me luck. tears absorbed into a naive "haha" kiss me i'm lost ***Sometimes you get shown the light in the strangest of places if you look at it right*** ---Jerry. http://www.care2.com - Get your Free e-mail account that helps save Wildlife! +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: its where we live
by ian 17 Mar '02

17 Mar '02

(for details of birmingham picnics and other spraffle, see the bottom of this mail) ------------------------------------------------------------- the air is a curious mixture of vanilla and diesel. i am crouching in the base of a long-disused newspaper stand, trying, against the advice of toy stephen and madeleine mcneil, to avoid looking up. usually, i like to take time to regard the sky, or at least the distance of blue between one row of buildings and another that birmingham will allow one to see. not today. instead, i look at the small dog that sniffs around my feet.. 'toto, i don't think we're in the west midlands any more' 'no, ian, you're lost in an allegory of your own making, the narrative power of which is greatly tempered by the confusion of imagery and the lack of any definable underlying meaning.' oh... 'toto' the dog sighs. it clearly doesn't want to talk 'YES, ian' 'fuck off' the deep, sorrowful canine pupils regard me with disgust. ' my pleasure. i didn't ASK to be in this e-mail'. and toto is gone, leaving me with nothing to concentrate upon but the danger all around me. the pterodactyl regarding me from a nearby roof-top, the fleet of helicopters dropping undefinable items from the sky, the sleek grey missiles soaring only feet above the skyscrapers, threatening to crash around me at any moment. 'have you got any cigarettes?' now i'm hearing voices 'don't ignore me, ian... if you haven't got any cigarettes, at least bung me a fiver so i can get some. and get out of that newspaper stand. it smells' reluctantly, i pull myself to my feet and force myself to smile into the soft, masculine, sleek, pale, weathered, tanned, young-yet-chronologically-advanced face of my old friend. the sinister list looks at me curiously. 'you're in a mess' i smile ' i had a dream i was king of all the hipsters..' 'no, i'm not in the mood for that. let's find an off-licence and go somewhere better. and, for fuck's sake, get rid of those pterodactyls. they unnerve me' they look like bats, from down here... circling around the pinnacles of the sky scrapers. from time to time, they swoop towards us as we stumble up the centre of the road. cars swerve, attempting to hit us, and then away again as they collide head-on with the winged creatures. the skyline ahead of us is dominated by a row of mushroom clouds. soon, the sun will set, and the whole earth will glow like the fire that accompanied those clouds. 'fucking hell, ian.. you've been watching too many 'b' movies. i'm not meeting you inside your head again.' the list clicks its long, thin, pleasingly adrogynous fingers and our surroundings disappear. we are floating. we drift high above a city, yet even from this height we can hear the chattering, the moaning, the screams of ecstasy and fear that pour up from it. a column of numbers flys past my head, narrowly missing me. 'where are we?' 'collective mind of sinister. look, there's kirsten kenyon!' 'where?' i squint through the darkness. 'oh, sorry, i forgot' a wave of the sinister hand and an area of the glowing city below me is transformed. i can see flagstones, a woman playing a mandolin, ash from a cigarette and long, emerald sports car trundling towards a sunset. 'so that's what she looks like'.. 'no, that's the inside of her mind, at this precise moment. its got the edge on yours, you'll notice. not that that comes as any suprise to - we are interrupted by another flying column of numbers. my friend mutters 'sarah fucking clarke....' and doesn't offer to expand on this. 'what's that flashing?' it looks like lightning, from up here. but it can't be. lightning should come from above, where i presume the sky must be - although i can't see it. my friend smiles 'another heart has made the trade' 'pardon' 'somehow, a vital connection is made. you want to look closer?' the sinister list waves its hand again, and we float down towards the city below. to the north, a cloud hangs, delivering a flurry of snow. to the south, i can dimly perceive a thousand deckchairs, an arse in each one. to the east, the tide laps ceaselessly against a new england facade, running through the sea-front buildings, and into the row of bubble-houses behind. we float to the west, towards the desert, and the mountains, and i can hear somebody laughing. a short, deep chuckle. the voice sounds familiar. 'that's you..' the list smiles 'somebody amused you today'... the noise is gone, and is replaced by a bar of song, an intake of breath, a tapping, tapping of computer keys. 'you're playing a bar down there tonight. don't expect anyone to turn up. they've gone across town to see ken chu strip.' can't say i blame them. we touch down in a deserted plaza. a couple of pigeons peck disinterestedly at long-forgotten crumbs: 'hmm... they did leave, then.' i follow that slender-yet-pendulous arse across to an empty cafe, and park myself on the garden furniture outside. the sinister list vanishes into the building, and reappears with a bottle of tequila ('let's just say i know the owner'). he pours us a glass each, and a herd of gazelle sweep across the square. an old woman sits down by me. she offers me a malteser, but i don't accept. from an unseen window, somewhere, a burt bacharach song is playing. the last rays of sun fade from the sky, and we are left, in the darkness, watching the city manifest itself above us, in the darkness, some sort of parade is taking place. ghosts, glowing electric blue as they hovver above our heads. 'the souls of the departed. they'll be back. they always are. until then, there will be others. this part of town will fill up before you know it'. and, with that, a long black limousine pulls up, and a woman in a flamenco dress runs up a staircase to a wooden front door. a fluorescent light shines across the square, and a window opens to let out a burst of latin music. 'she seems like fun' 'oh, she WILL be' i sip my tequila. the flavour of the lime has started to ooze into the liquid, and the hot, sour taste warms my spirits as it has since the first sip... 'does this place ever stop changing?' 'never. the day it does is the day it dies. when the last person leaves, and there are no more encounters to be had. until then, it is always here, for those that want it' i think of the state my mind was in... i prefer it here, watching the elvis impersonators driving their tractors along the street, listening to the Stephen Hewitt Marching Band as it belts out hefner melodies, drinking tequila and knowing that, if i want to, i don't have to think at all, i can just enjoy this world as it unfolds around me. 'can i stay here for a while?' ' as long as you want.. i've got to be going, but you'll find company soon enough. have a good night. oh, and ian?....' '?' 'you got that cigarette money? its not for me, you understand. i have a mission of mercy to attend to. there's a broken-hearted girl in canada and she needs nicotine' 'no, sorry, no change' 'bastard' and my friend is gone. i pour myself another glass, enjoy the warm breeze against my skin and wonder what one has to do to get laid in this place.. ---------------------------------------------- so, from the Sinister City to birmingham. i reckon we'd better do this picnic before the end of march, if we're going to. if its left till april, i'll get all caught up in b&s gigs, and atps and the like. 30th march? sound good? if anybody has an opinion, feel free to share it with me. preferably one about the picnic, but any opinion will do. as long as it isn't 'you're a tosspot' or 'your e-mails are crap', cos i've heard those before. you've all entertained me lately. a couple of replies: madeleine talked about swimming, and the mental space it gives you. she's right. if anybody knows of a good way to avoid filling such space with crap, i'd be keen to hear it. personally, i find myself thinking all sorts of shite, whilst simultaneously trying to clear my head and 'just be'. amazing, how trying to clear your head creates so much clutter. rachel playforth was spot on, as ever, when she said: the japanese have a word 'amae' which describes that warm feeling of being accepted, included and understood by a group of peers. so rare, so amazing when it happens. sinister at its best moments can produce 'amae', i suspect." well, full amae to you, my dear. i'm afraid that quote is partly to blame for the e-mail above. you and yer bloody inspirational thoughts.. and, finally, david hewitt said 'earnest is the new irony' and i really hope that is true. no i do. i mean it. earnestly. au revoir, mon petite salle des bains, and as the buddha once said 'it aint what you do, its the way that you do it, that's what gets results' fuck knows what he meant by that. he was a funny blerk. xx ian ________________________ Tomorrow will bring happiness Or at least, another day Phil Ochs ________________________ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: A film about you
by idleberry 17 Mar '02

17 Mar '02

hi all, I was browsing on the web, and came across this rather cool wee place, where you can make yur own mini digital films with soundtracks and stuff? so I thought I'd make one. Only I couldn't think of a plot, so I made one about sinister. Let me know what you think. http://www.dfilm.com/mm/mm_route.php?id=347745 As you can tell from the plot, I'm no (insert name of decent director here), and should perhaps be in the porn film industry, with my weakly veiled plots and direction. So stuff thats happened to me in the past, ooh, two weeks (as of March 1st) Lost my job (end of contract) after 6 months Split up with my boyfriend Started a new job Had a job interview Got back together with my boyfriend Boyfriend went to Cardiff for 2 months Got fired (well, it was only for a week and a half) So, its been a pretty hectic schedule, and I'm looking forward to another job interview on Wednesday, and a week off, trying to slowly chill out for a bit and maybe see my skin go from "eek! stress! lets break out into spots!" to "mmm...I'm chilled, baby, just smooth, yeah" Anyway, gonna head just now, and do some stuff before its too late. Love, idles xxxxx ===== http://clubs.yahoo.com/clubs/corduroysmoke and the world did get covered in a thick haze of corduroy smoke. And it felt good. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Sports - live college hoops coverage 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: Finally... the Jock has come back... to New York City!!!
by Jason Andreas 17 Mar '02

17 Mar '02

Umm, yeah, sorry. Wrestlemania is tonight, so I'm kinda preoccupied :) This is off-topic, I guess, but I'm just throwing that dang door open to my fellow listees. I'm going to New York next month (from the 15th to the 28th) and I was wondering if anyone can give me a rundown on good places to go in the city. I mean, of course, music-oriented places. Where is the New York equivalent of the 13th Note, King Tuts, Sleazy's, et al? If anyone can help me out, I'd appreciate it a great deal. Off-list replies, of course. Oh, and I'm hiring the basement of the 13th Note Cafe in Glasgow on July 5th to celebrate my 21st, so anyone who's in the neighbourhood is welcome to come along... - Jase xx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 setlists
by Ian Watson 17 Mar '02

17 Mar '02

Mow asked about B&S setlists. "Will they play the same songs in every concert of the tour or will every single show be different?" My experience is that they do their best to make each show unique, but whether that's still possible once you start playing tours with more than four dates is another matter entirely. When they played Leeds, Nottingham and London on the tour with Elliott Smith in support, the show in Leeds and the show in Nottingham were completely different, there were no overlaps whatsoever, and then the London show was like an amalgam of the Leeds and Nottingham gigs. That meant that if you went to Leeds and then Nottingham you got to hear about 30 plus B&S songs over the space of two nights. They didn't, however, play Electronic Renaissance, at any of the gigs and (in my opinion) rightly so, as The Field Mice still get weird shivers whenever anyone plays it. I actually skip the track whenever I play Tigermilk. So I wouldn't hold out much hope of them playing it when you see them. I could be wrong, of course. Anyway, when they did the last British tour, I saw them play Glasgow and then the Albert Hall and the sets had a core of a certain group of songs with others changed around and extra covers thrown in. Much like you'd expect. The cabaret element that they had on that tour was the real changing element. In Glasgow they had friends dressed as policemen who came onstage to arrest Stuart for not paying his car tax (or something like that) halfway through a song and in London they had two friends (the same ones?) who pretended to be Waldorf and Stadtler (or however you spell them), the two old guys from the Muppets who heckled the band. So the answer to your question is, every show will be different. I've seen them about a dozen times now and each gig has been different, varying either in set or quality (the early London gigs - oh dear) or atmosphere but I have a great, distinct memory from each one. I think seeing them play "What Goes On" in that synagogue/church place in New York just after Diana died was one of the best. Brixton should be great. Mostly because it's ten minutes walk from my flat. Well, if anyone ever asks "what's been the most boring post ever on Sinister?" you can say "oh, that long rambling one about the intricacies of their set list". I've even sent myself to sleep. The new Mum album is amazing, by the way. Ian ---------- >From: "sonicblue(a)lycos.com" <sonicblue(a)lycos.com> >To: sinister(a)missprint.org >Subject: Sinister: Conspiracies >Date: Sun, Mar 17, 2002, 1:58 pm > >hello to everyone, > >so, we are going to see Belle and Sebastian live. > >I don't know if it is the same for you but I'm already starting >to prepare myself thinking to things like which t-shirt will I be >wearing or which side of the stage will I be staring at or whether >Stuart will appreciate my stage diving if they play Electronic Renaissance >and so on... > >Another thing I'm insistently thinking at is: will they play the >same songs in every concert of the tour or will every single show be different ? >I know that most of us don't have enough experience to answer. >I saw them once, last summer at Benicassim, but I have no information about >their past shows. >So: are you aware of any web site dedicated to the band with an >archive of all the songs they played live ? >If not, why don't we start to keep track of them starting from this >tour ? I think those kind of information are quite interesting for >the fans... (or, at least, they are for me). >what do u think about that ? > >bye >mow > >p.s. >for those of you that were scared about my stage diving conspiracy: >I won't do anything like that on the head of anyone, only joking. > > >2,000,000,000 Web Pages--you only need 1. Save time with My Lycos. >http://my.lycos.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! +-+ >+-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Conspiracies
by sonicblue＠lycos.com 17 Mar '02

17 Mar '02

hello to everyone, so, we are going to see Belle and Sebastian live. I don't know if it is the same for you but I'm already starting to prepare myself thinking to things like which t-shirt will I be wearing or which side of the stage will I be staring at or whether Stuart will appreciate my stage diving if they play Electronic Renaissance and so on... Another thing I'm insistently thinking at is: will they play the same songs in every concert of the tour or will every single show be different ? I know that most of us don't have enough experience to answer. I saw them once, last summer at Benicassim, but I have no information about their past shows. So: are you aware of any web site dedicated to the band with an archive of all the songs they played live ? If not, why don't we start to keep track of them starting from this tour ? I think those kind of information are quite interesting for the fans... (or, at least, they are for me). what do u think about that ? bye mow p.s. for those of you that were scared about my stage diving conspiracy: I won't do anything like that on the head of anyone, only joking. 2,000,000,000 Web Pages--you only need 1. Save time with My Lycos. http://my.lycos.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: WHAT I DID FOR LOVE the cast of a chorus line tells me
by LilGrape25＠aol.com 17 Mar '02

17 Mar '02

Tommorrow I leave for Japan. Can you believe it, Japan? Unfortunately, with mom and pop and my little brother, but I'm still unbelievably excited. AND THE LESS I SEEK MY SOUL FOR SOME DEFINATIVE, THE CLOSER I AM TO FINE philosophized the indigo girls Maybe its just because I'm listening to the mix max most recently made for me- all stuff sung by emotional and emopowered women, which he calls "the lesbian mix"- but I'm feeling really emotional about leaving tommorrow, like its going to be be something big and life changing, which it probably won't. AND I DON'T NEED ANYONE declares JJ72, who's lead singer is male...so they say...but really doesn't sound it at all. So, I know we're not supposed to discuss the list on the list, but I'm going to do it anyway. where else does one discuss it? I think that the list hit a bit of a lull a few weeks ago, but that it doesn't reflect anything serious at all, its already gotten better! Life Spirals, like eileen said, and so the sinister list moves through repeating phases. If you don't like a post, don't finish reading it, thats what I say. Lets not make any conclusions about the longterm changes in the character of the list, because no one wants it to change, and I don't think it will for a long time. So, until it deteriorates in such an obvious way that it cannot be denied, I think we shouldn't doubt our cummunity. SAVE ME whines Aimee Mann Does anyone know who's opening in New York? Not that it matters all that much, I'm excited enough to see belle and sebastian. OH LORD, WON'T YOU BUY ME A MERCEDES BENZ? Well, I'll tell you all about my possibly life changing trip to japan in my next annoying/illegal/thrilling/fascinating memoir of a post. love, Rachel Grapenut +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: \m/... Raaahhhhhhhk
by Vilkas & Lou Horvath 16 Mar '02

16 Mar '02

Dear Sinister Kids, Naw aw! Na hah. Ok. Sleater-Kinney is opening up for the DC show. DUUUUUDE! I can't say how happy I am that Sleater-Kinney are playing too. I just found this out. To begin with, "The Hot Rock" has been on repeat in my house for the past week. And another thing. I've only managed to see them once. That was in Glasgow in 2000 at the 13th Note Club with a friend and her boyfriend. And also with apparently every alterna-teen in the entire west of Scotland. Ok. Definitely not all, but give it up for hyperbole. Were you there? Why doncha give a holler over here and tell us your memory of that show. Janet Weiss is a one woman drumming army. Like Mike Watt's one man bass army. But better cos she's nothing but collected whilst her flying limbs of judo create ROCK. Jeebus, the two of them together could topple empires. Ok. Not really, but they're all good. Ok. I've seen Quasi too but that doesn't count cos that's just Janet Weiss. Ah, but it's also Sam Coombes. Makin a lovely racket. Well I'm off to dye my friend Andrea's hair and then get drunk. Rock On, Vilkas (who is enjoying a mixtape involving The Corrs, Kylie and Craig David*) *just making sure I don't perpetrate too much of a hipster fraud with my Rock tangent. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: spirals
by chippy eileen 16 Mar '02

16 Mar '02

(written on monday, but i haven't had chance to post it until today. linda said things come around again, and i wondered if she'd been watching me,reading my mind) --- life moves in spirals. a gypsy told me that once. at least, she was pretending to be a gypsy. when i saw her later, behind her tent, smoking a lambert and butler and without the glamour of her headscarf, she seemed less exotic. most people do, when you get to know them better. she also told me a wonderful man was going to sweep me off my feet. she was half-right. i wondered what that meant, about spirals, at the time. i thought it might just be something clever that she said when she wasn't sure about her client. a battered fish floats in the vat before me, pushed round in a circle by the current. for a moment, it swims again, and then it is plucked out, drained,and placed in paper with potato products. life takes you where you don't expect it to. you come back, re-visit old experiences, but it is never the same. sinister-list, i remember you from 2 years ago. we didn't talk as much as i wanted to. i lost touch with you on The Day Of The Smashed Computer and i haven't seen you since. we've both changed. you look younger, if anything, and me - well, take a look at my face. if you remember me, you'll know i've grown. now, i see you again. you have the same easy grace, which i always admired. i stumble less now, and have learned to hold my head up. if we didn't notice these things, we would think life was the same. the spiral turns again. a car pulls up outside the chip-shop window. its andy. i haven't seen andy since he moved away. shortly before i left this little village with a pub, a chip shop, and a lady that still, after all these years, goes from house to house cutting old ladies' hair. i flick off the little cassette player i keep in the chip shop. he wouldn't want to hear what is playing. i didn't want to hear it for a long time, either. 2 years ago, andy told me he was gay. we both cried. him, because it was a big secret and he was scared of how i'd react. me, because i was in bed with him at the time. and then he went to london. i wanted to find him and tell him i'd be there, that i'd try and be supportive, but it was too late. he left, and left me intact, if you catch my meaning. and i'm glad for that, now. i remember waiting for margaret and frank to close the chippy downstairs, and running out into his car. he kissed me, then he flicked the stereo on, and drove us back to angela's place. angela had been around. angela, it seems, is still going around, only these days she has a baby in tow. angela had an older boyfriend, angela smoked pot, talked about my bloody valentine and had had anal intercourse. angela told me it was about time i grew up and gave andy what he deserved. and so, that night, as i felt the exhileration that goes with utter terror, as the rain hit the windows of andy's dad's cortina and we raced up the roads between east langerston and the next village, five miles through the darkness, i tried to think about something else. i tried to listen to the music, to the ballad of ray suzuki as it rushed through my arms and up and down my chest, as it made my mind buzz. i told myself it was stuart david that threatened to send my spine into spasms and not the boy i'd been to school with. the sensitive, quiet and kind boy who had grown into a sensitive, quiet and kind larger boy, but still had some way to go before he would become a man. angela had disappeared with a boy from leeds who had a motorbike and worked in a garage. she had left her cds scattered around the bedroom, and lit a joss-stick, and she'd left a note telling me that anything... should we need it... was in her bedside table. and, so, we played the cds, and we touched each other awkwardly, and i made andy put on 'bug rain' because it calmed me. we drank the vodka we'd been left, and we lay underneath the carpet blanket on angela's bed. and we laughed, for a while, because neither of us knew what else to do. i get up high, above the lake.... look at me up a tree again.. and now, andy climbs out of his car, sees me, climbs back in again and is gone. i had been trying to give him my welcoming smile. i must work on my welcoming smile. and my mind goes back to lying under that blanket and hearing his car pulling away up the road, knowing he was drunk but, just for a moment, not caring, peeling the label off the vodka bottle, wondering if i should have worn black underwear, like angela told me to, instead of the knickers margaret had bought me from littlewoods. look at me, up a tree again look at me, up a tree again humming it over and over to myself, and falling asleep. waking, at five in the morning, to hear banging in the room nextdoor and quietly phoning a taxi to take me home. music... i used to love the way it got inside me. i used to invite it inside me, feel its energy, taking me into myself, around myself and into the world in a way few other experiences could. the problem is, when the essence is part of your blood, you are that much easier to poison. a year ago, when i left for leeds, i didn't take my looper albums. i hadn't listened to them in over a year. last month, when the spiral turned again, i came home, and i put the album on, and i noticed it was still there, within me. not poisonous, not yet pure, but potent, all the same. a woman is asking me about battered mushrooms, and i pull myself away from the noise of car engines. she says it is nice to see me back, and i smile, and sprinkle salt and vinegar. no vodka, this time. no self-recrimination. no staring at the rain as it hit the window, and pulling a blanket closer. oh, i can still do all these things, but not today. i forward the cassette player, and wait for the those three little words... 'yer a looper'. i find myself dancing around behind the vat, waving a spatula and shouting 'yer a BUNCH OF LOOPERS' to the empty shop. the song feels like it once did, all those years ago, potent, energising, and full of possibilities. it is mine again. we have found each other. eileen _________________________________________________________________ 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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