March 2002 - Sinister - missprint.org

Sinister: my treasure hunting days are over
by Kenneth P Y Chu 12 Mar '02

12 Mar '02

Madeleine McNeil said: >>What does one occupy one's mind with while swimming up and down and up and >>down the pool? << Whenever I go swimming my mind is occupied with trying to stay afloat, and thus alive as I claw and grasp and kick and punch at the nothingless as I sink into this thing quicker than quick sand. To put it eloquently I can't swim to save my life.. or am I now just being literal? If I do one day develop a graceful and non-sinking swimming style, I think I'd be gliding along the pool with Pachebel's canon in D playing in my head, the chlorine water has the right colour for pachebel's canon - light-bluish transparent. Not "we rule the school" tho, cos that requires a colour slightly more grey, maybe a pool in a black and white film. And definitely not "I'll C U when U get there" by coolio, maybe if I were swimming in a swimming poo, definitely brown coloured with lumps of yellow bits. I do wonder sometimes too tho what other people think about when they're doing something idle, like sitting on a train. I don't have a walkman to listen to music to and often not have a book or newspaper on me to read. I would sneakily peek at other bored looking people's faces and guess what they're thinking about, from their age and clothes and facial expressions: how this 28 year old suited man is stressing about his work project and he glances at his suitcase but never opening it, this little boy is thinking about the next annoying thing he's going to do to annoy his mum, this artsy fartsy looking bloke is thinking about how the art of the eighteenth century were affected by those of the twentieth century, etc, etc. I bet I get it wrong a lot though, unless every pretty girl on the train were thinking about how cute I am and how they want to brutally ravage me without my consent. er. I've been thinking a lot, lately about the London B&S treasure hunt, too much, actually that I DREAMT about it last week! More than once, too. So I'm kind of glad that it's over and congratulations to the one who's found it. I am a bit disappointed not to be amongst the winners tho, and I thought I was very close to finding the clues. So, will the answers to the clues be published now that the hunt is over? Or will we be just left in the dark forever? And be tormented by endless dreams about where these clues are? Will the very annoyed owner of that shop on 69 New King's Road that was used to be called "The Singing Tree" still be annoyed by 200 fans visiting him about a treasure hunt? I hope the answers will be published. Day Dreams Night Dreams and Red Bulls Ken _________________________________________________________________ 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: Manchester Treasure Hunt
by Neil Robertson 12 Mar '02

12 Mar '02

Is anyone looking for the treasure in Manchester? It's the only unclaimed prize. Someone? Anyone? Neil +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: more swear words than you can shake a stick at.
by Hannah Brown 12 Mar '02

12 Mar '02

howdy, I went home this weekend and found a video of mine that i had been looking for for ages. This video was very special to me, it was 4 brilliant hours of everything that i like. It had the charlatans interviews, them on TOTP, glastonbury footage, including Jeff buckley singing. A blur interview from 1994,500 bus stops (john shuttleworth) and a programme about brit pop, presented by Damon Albarn and featuring pj harvey, pulp, gene, supergrass etc. It was a really special thing that i was planning on keeping for when i get old and my memory starts to fray at the edges. I knew that my dad had videoed over some of it and i distinctly told him not to and to read the big green label that said "please don't use, keep off". So i took it back to my college town and put it on, all excited to find "cold feet" on it instead, i thought "this is ok, it will finish in a second and i will have 3 hour left of fun", but alas i rewound and fast forwarded and all i could see was, "cold feet" "time (fucking) team" and many many sailing programmes. I even wound it to the beggining and there was 2 seconds of supergrass at glastonbury then it whipped into some shitty mid-thirties-life-crisis-drama-bollocks. At this point i shed a disparing tear. I noticed that the green label had been ripped off as well. So i took it out and competely ripped the shit out of it.First i smashed the box then my flat mate unraveled the whole video on the floor and put it on his head like an afro wig. My video man, i suppose it's not really that important but.......b.but.................i feel crushed..... thank you for getting this far i am going to find things to smash lots of hugs and "why's?" hannahxxxxxxxxxxxxx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: One man's lazy is another man's relaxed...
by Gardiner, Stuart 12 Mar '02

12 Mar '02

Anyone looking for content (yes, there is a bit) may as well skip most of this, because it's full of the usual crap I come out with, and head for the last paragraph. OK, so people don't like the past and present policies of the Australian government. Well, you could say that about most countries, let's face it. And at least Australia has produced good music over the last few years. At which point, I'll mention David Bridie, just because it won't be what Big Gay Mark is expecting. Other good music comes, as ever, from Shakira. Yes, you did read that right. In true "I saw them first" style, I've been listening to her old album Donde Estan Los Ladrones for over a year now, and I still love it. Unfortunately, her marketing people have persuaded her since then to start singing in English, and have marketed her as a new pop princess, a new Ricky Martin. Which is a great shame, because there's actually much more to her music than that; she's been doing something very different to anyone else out there for years now. And of course, because she'd been marketed as a pop artist, people on this list and elsewhere instantly dismiss her without considering the music. I even saw one normally reliable reviewer say that her music was just "a standard mix of Latin and Arabian rythyms", which is odd, because I've never heard anyone else mix those influences together in my life, so it's not exactly standard. So, ignore the dancing, ignore the slightly dodgy English translations of some of her lyrics, and give her a chance... Meanwhile, the Magnificent Miss Madeleine was asking how to occupy your mind whilst swimming. Personally, I normally have a tune in my head. And I sing along. Which is all very well, unless it's a really good song, because then I start to dance to it, which isn't such a good idea when you're standing on 3 metres of water. Oh yeah, content. I have a spare ticket for the Manchester gig 3 weeks today. Anyone want it? I won't charge £4.50 for postage... (priority goes to anyone who fancies offering me a floor to sleep on for the night!) Big Stu +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Making free with Llewed and Lascivious boasts
by Madeleine McNeil 12 Mar '02

12 Mar '02

Toy Stephen said: >We should spend more time looking up. and some more wonderful thought-provoking things. On Christmas Eve, my loved one and I decided to have a day of noticing things we hadn't noticed before. We walked down streets that were familiar, but we walked slowly and looked up and saw towers on the top of buildings and people walking around their swankly loft appartments and interesting carvings in stone and a million things that were floating around out heads that we never noticed before. It was a wonderful day. I could feel the cold wind gusting round me and blowing away the cobwebs from my brain. I recommend this to all of you. Take a day, put on hat and gloves (and other clothing, of course) and aimlessly stroll down familiar streets, gazing UP UP UP. Drink it all in. And you get the thrill that comes from knowing something that other people don't know. No one else looks up. It will be just you. I have recently started going swimming twice a week, and this has led me to thinking about stuff a lot more than I usually do. What does one occupy one's mind with while swimming up and down and up and down the pool? I thought about 'The Adventures of Augie March' by Saul Bellow. Now, I've not read all of the book, because it's terribly long and I'm terribly lazy, but I have read and discussed some very interesting parts of it. Augie says: "But then with everyone going around so capable and purposeful in his strong handsome case, can you let yourself limp in feeble and poor, some silly creature, laughing and harmless? No, you have to plot in your heart to come out differently..... Mere humanity.... It's made up of these inventors or artists, millions and nillions of them, each in his own way trying to recruit other people to play a supporting role and sustain him in his make-believe. That's the struggle of humanity, to recruit others to your version of what's real." I apologise for the length of this quote, but I think it's so fascinating. I think about it when swimming, think about plotting in my heart to come out differently. And I think about whether people have their own philosophy of life, their own version of what is real. And I realised that I have no philosophy of life, no way of living it, no rules to follow. I read the gospels and thought about living my life that way, because I think that would be a way to be a good, true person. But so few people really honestly are good true people. I know I'm not. I don't know. I don't even know what I'm saying or what I mean. I feel dreamy at the moment, my head off in the clouds, thinking hard but with no urgency and no real need to figure it all out. Thinking in this way is pure indulgence, one of the luxuries I have. ********************************************************************** In other news: I've got my B&S tix for Manchester and have ordered some for the aftershow party, although I'm still not sure that I'll be going. So, if I don't end up going, I may have some spare tix. Who can tell? Fashion news: I have been dying my hair since I was twelve years old. Back then, my hair was light brown and dead straight. Now, eleven years later, I'm allowing it to be its natural colour at last. And it's deep brown and curly! How can this be? And my baby brother just turned 16 but in my head he's still a baby. And I bumped into my ex boyfriend yesterday and went for lunch with him and I couldn't remember how it felt to have loved him as much as I did when we were together. And my Dad comes to talk to me when he's feeling low and I listen and counsel him. And it just feels like time is moving too fast, changes happening second by second. It's like you blink when you're 16, and all of a sudden it's seven years later and you have all this 23 year old stuff, but inside you're still 16. Sorry, this has been a long and rambling post. Amour Madeleine xxx PS Requisite props go to AmyJacks, the Llew and Staceyetta. No reason. Just because. _________________________________________________________________ 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: Bouncing Brits and High Ranking Yanks
by Oscar Vivanco 12 Mar '02

12 Mar '02

Warning. I have nothing to say about B&S today. I didn't even get to listen to a single song. I got shut out of CD rotation at work and I'm listening to my new not so good cd's right now. But I was a the record store looking for the Waking Up on vinyl since mine is now Mysteriously missing. I didn't find it, but I pondered buying Billy Bragg's new one since I loved Mermaid Ave I, but not II. Partially because of Wilco maybe, dunno. But then I got to thinking about patriotism and Brits and Yankees and got this. So you've been Warned. I AM LOOKING FOR A TERM ----------------------- Acceptable patriotism? Perhaps that¹s what we do? Billy Bragg puts out a record Half England/Half English and its acceptable to me insomuch that England doesn¹t belong/speak/mean shit to me but I¹ll wear a Union Jack shirt or buy this album. But God/Allah forbid I buy/wear ANYTHING titled America/US/United States. These labels are unacceptable connotations of patriotism to me. It is all the wrongs all the fashion faux-pas all the bad musicians rolled up Larry Flynt-style fat and sweaty with beady/wild eyes in an American flag. What the hell is it? I¹m not anti-US entirely. Is it the unevenness of the flag or the sick Christian majority or the dull white men who rule us or is patriotism a vehicle for media ratings? I am looking for a term that describes not knowing your place not knowing the country that defends you from evils and axis of evil that don¹t involve you in anyway EXCEPT through the rich white men who rule you who also happen to own the land/economy/people BUT who still cannot with no amount of money buy the spirit away from those people. I am looking for a term to celebrate my land while still cheering the defeated. I am looking for a term to make my misaligned patriotism a guided/educated/wholly heartfelt love. I don¹t know that term I don¹t think it exists I think changes must happen changes must happen. America belongs to me. Organically. Spiritually. What is that term? +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Making free with Llewed and Lascivious boasts
by toy stephen 12 Mar '02

12 Mar '02

'In the poetry wars of 1984 I passed him in the street Armed to the teeth with adjective He had haikus at his feet.' We should spend more time looking up. Shyness, bookreading, backpacks, eyes sensitive to sunlight, and general suspicion of what's in front or behind us have caused the muscles in the back our our necks to atrophy, brought the shoulders to the ear lobes, and made the chest retreat into the back. I have to remind myself to slacken the shoulders, open the chest, and turn the face skyward. Then it feels like hugging someone special so tightly that you should collapse but you feel as if you extend in all directions. Seeing a blinking airplane move slowly through the volcanic sand of the night -- how restorative. 'In the prose-hibition of '69 Our fathers had it worse Smuggling nouns into London-town So I could finish the verse.' Panleukopenia. The noun smuggled into our conversation. The word means a distemper in cats. Seems churlish to invent a word that reiterates what it means to be a cat. It's like saying loneliness is a modern malaise. Isn't it always lonely to be modern? [grin]. Or saying girls are difficult. They'll never approach _you_ unless they're fabulously witty and know it's life's greatest folly to take oneself seriously. By then, youre madly in love with her anyway, and in willing service after only a few minutes.* 'So the wind won't blow it all away Dust Dust American Dust.' They're tearing up the main road connecting the two towns that host the University. Reducing traffic to 2 lanes; making it more pedestrian friendly. No doubt planting trees alongside the road to win over the walking tours of prospective students. The same local government is urging its constituents to support the President's War on Terror in Iraq and God knows where else. Yemen. to lower petrol prices. to fill the ravenous SUVs that'll idle for just enough extra time on the new 2-lane road to suffocate the sapling trees. The roadside is swept with dust and rubble while they work. Last Friday, the student pubs conspired to celebrate the Unofficial St Patrick's Day. The real holiday falls within spring break. And how could the pubs feel right without registers full of Green bills? So on a spring-like warm Friday, boys and girls wearing green from head to toe. The tee shirts said 'Irish Princess' and 'I'll drink until I'm Irish.' I can't understand what type of viral delusion has half of America thinking it is ethnically Irish. They speak of Ireland as a homeland. I'm beginning to see how m.c. and wealthy Americans understand ethnic identity. They dress up in stereotypes of other cultures to amuse themselves: as Irishmen for wit and drink, as Indians to dance at intermission of sports events, as Italians to be Bobby Deniro Soprano Pacino dons with fuck off cars and animal pride. It's saturnalia, except, being Americans and sitting fat with cash at the top of the pyramid, they fantasise being poor and hardy and actually capable of inventing interesting culture. 'I wish I'd been born sooner To gather all he left Imagination in a fragile mind Just put to the test.' My grandfather died when I was nine. I knew him like any young child knows an old man: as a smell, a form, and a particular timbre of voice. He walked hunched over and smelt of black coffee and moth balls from his cardigan. The Coast Guard took him on a luxury cruise through the Pacific for the low low cost of fighting a war against the Japanese. He died of a heart attack while on the toilet 30 years later in Chicago. Well, the crack on the head after the fall killed him. My grandmother is stingy with details of his life. He loved travelling, taking photographs, and collecting coins. I feel like I'm supposed to do things for him that he never had the opportunity to do. The last time I felt it was in the emergency room last summer. A bad combination of days walking criss-cross town in search of work, nights in cafes with coffee and whiskey, earning $20 by laying in an MRI for 90 minutes to help out a desperate Psych PhD student, and a finch's puff of a joint left me in hospital without any sensation in my limbs and a heart rate of 169 bpm. If the dehydration (the cause) didnt kill me, the scary alarm from the heart monitor or the woman's shrieks from the next bed over as the doctor did a vaginal scrape would do me in. The thin blue curtain made it worse with its Hitchcockian shadows performing a dumb show of the papsmear. Anyway, I thought of my grandfather then. I had to leave the hospital and do what he never could. I wish I knew where he had been, so I know where I need to go. 'They're always dreaming of Babylon The war it carries on Verbal confrontations Between the beautiful and the damned' Special cheers for baker,baker and sophia katrina for grate posts recently. Sctuallly all yr posts have been grate recently; it'd be Lear-like to quantify or differentiate the love going around. A groundswell of promise! Spring from below and above! Love from below and above! Ooooh, you know youre in the lap of luxury when you get it from both directions. And a chorus of cheers for Archel's being shortlisted for the poetry prize. hell, that's magnificent. 'So the wind won't blow it all away Dust Dust American dust.' One frat boy to another on the blistered road -- 'Happy Fucking St Paddy's Day brother!' I swear Im not inventing this detail: the road is, and always has been, named Green Street. 'Oh, it's so easy to be sweet to people before you love them.' I have nothing to illustrate this quote. It has been rolling around in my head for some time, from a memory of reading a Dorothy Parker story. Since I have no way of subtly bringing it into the message, it's a blatant attempt to curry favor with Mlle Laura Llew. I dream of the day when she's a right bitch to me and I know she loves me. vernal and venereal, t.s. *Panleukopenia I find is fatal. Fever, diarrhea and dehydration, and extensive destruction of white blood cells. So I suppose it's a necessary word, tho not a necessary disease. & that ruins the analogy to girls being difficult. Maybe it proves they're not difficult. I need to stop taking myself so seriously and talk to more. (doesnt everyone love a message that ends with a Wonder Years type personal revelation?) p.s.: after Becky crossing the Thames with tompaulin, and Laura Llew's Richard Brautigan, and Vel's subject line, I felt it time to declare how excellent the Town and the City LP is. The words above are copyright 'Richard Brautigan' by tompaulin p.s.s: the ms. parker is copyright her in A Telephone Call p.s.s.s.: the rest of the words are copyright all the the authors I've ever read. blame them. pssssssst: Ive been reading a collection of Japanese senryu poetry. Senryu is like haiku but more playful, common, and not as constrained (e.g., not necessary to include a seasonal marker word). Last quotation, I promise, you'll like it. by. Kimura Hanmonsen in the sunset glow a slaughter house: cow cow cow cow cow cow cow cow cow cow __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Everything you'll ever need on one web page from News and Sport to Email and Music Charts http://uk.my.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: I've got questions. Do you have answers?
by Ian Rivamonte 11 Mar '02

11 Mar '02

Does anyone know what happened to Pitchforkmedia.com? It was my news site for all the good indie news and album reviews. Did they go under? And is the Aisler Set the opening band for the B&S shows in the East and Midwest? My friend loves the Aisler Set and she's going to see B&S in Chicago. On a final note, I saw Storytelling last Friday. Movie is weird. First time I saw a Solondtz movie. Disappointing I think. Having "The State I'm In" playing while getting a.... Well, I won't tell you if you haven't seen the movie. All in all, the B&S songs were "alright." Cheers, Ian +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: *yawn* *wink*
by caleb ben moore 11 Mar '02

11 Mar '02

hey sinisters caleb ben here. last night i went and saw lambchop at the 400 bar here in minneapolis. what a heck of a show! and i even got to meet kurt wagner, the main man leading the 'chop. nice guy. we sat together at the bar before the show and had our beers. he's a quiet man and i was nervous, but i finally introduced myself with a "hi would you be so kind as to sign this for me?" as i held out the tour cd i had just purchased. he smiled. i didnt really know what else to say so i just said "your music is very very special. thanks so much" he thanked me for coming and for the compliment. the show was fantastic! soft, understated. exactly as i thought it would be. i made a bit of a blunder though, accidentally. i stood right in front of the stage, like literally 2 feet from kurt and from tony crow, the piano player. when they started to play "new cobweb summer" i took out my cell phone and called my girl ulla to share this beautiful song with her. she was asleep in her bed in estonia at the time. well, anyway.....she answers and i say "hey baby, here's lambchop for you" and then it occurs that everyone in the front (including the band) were kinda glaring at me. lambchop is a very quiet band. someone sort of pushed me in the back, and the piano player was shaking his head at me and mumbling something. i remained staunch though, holding it up for ulla to hear the whole song. it was worth it. i wanted to share that beautiful music, that incredible intimacy with the girl i love. all of you in europe MUST go see them if you can. they will be there soon! if you havent already listened to lambchop you must! "is a woman" is their latest and it's so so so crushingly gorgeous. obligatory b&s content: who all is going to the chicago show?, as i would love to meet up a bit beforehand and say hi to you all. take care......caleb ben aka raw ===== "Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a harder battle." ~Plato "Love does not consist of gazing at each other, but in looking together in the same direction." -Antoine de Saint-Exupery __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Try FREE Yahoo! Mail - the world's greatest free email! http://mail.yahoo.com/ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: Sinister and the Ragged Tigermilking
by Mark Casarotto 11 Mar '02

11 Mar '02

okay, for your (London) diaries: London's oldest, cosiest and most Sinister B&S-centric club night, TIGERMILKING, returns on Saturday 23rd March! Bar Oporto, 168 High Holborn, Covernt Garden, London 8pm - 1am, £4 for all You all have to come! It'll be great! Ask anyone who's been before! Sinister DJs and everything! I'll email more detailed directions, descriptions etc. tomorrow. See you then, Mark xxx p.s. thanks and hugz to Dimitra for all her help :-) __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Everything you'll ever need on one web page from News and Sport to Email and Music Charts http://uk.my.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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