March 2002 - Sinister - missprint.org

Sinister: From my window I will shut my eyes and let go
by Laura Llew 08 Mar '02

08 Mar '02

By accident, you put your money in my machine (#4) By accident, I put my money in another machine (#6) On purpose, I put your clothes in the empty machine full of water and no clothes. It was lonely. -- Richard Brautigan I couldn't come up with a witty, charming, or endearing introduction to this post which will also be neither witty, charming nor endearing so I figured if I began with Brautigan y'all would all be so relieved that it all wasn't Richard's renderings* you wouldn't be so disappointed in my own meager ramblings. Tehehe. Though I haven't read any of the clues or tried in any way to keep up to date on the Treasure Hunt sponsored by the band, I think it's a great idea. I love Scavenger Hunts!! (As you will find out if you have the misfortune of being at my house during your birthday where I make you run around in order to get your presents and you get to bask in my ability to try and rhyme "boxes" with "obnoxious.") I always thought it would be great to make a guy go on one before he goes out with me on date. He would come to pick me up but instead of finding me -- he'd just get a clue on where to look for me. Of course, I would be at the end with a large box of chocolates just in case halfway through he realizes that I'm really not worth it and I have to eat them all by myself. I never liked him anyway, the bastard. I finally met a Belle & Sebastian fan that wasn't from Sinister. He had bad hair. Actually, he had four people's bad hair all on one head. It was quite tragic, as you can imagine. The meeting happened when I infiltrated the hippie stronghold last month (Actually, Katy says the hippie's stronghold is coffee but that makes them sound normal so we'll just omit that line of thinking.) He and Miss "Dorothy Parker Makes Me Want To Drink Bathtub Gin, Have A Bad Love Affair, And Attempt Suicide In That Order" Katy pasteurize together. (I was quite to despondent to learn that "pasteurize" wasn't a euphemism for anything.) She was giving us a lovely tour of dairy section of the barn where there were huge metal machines with lots of thermometer gadgets attached. (Yes, thermometer gadgets. Am I dazzling you with my technical terms here?) when I realized that Dog On Wheels was playing in the background. I remember once someone tried to start a thread of unusual places to hear Belle & Sebastian so I'm officially entering my "Dairy Barn in Western Massahoweveryouspellit" ballot. And I can promise you that one day in spring I won't be taking Mr. Tragic him down to the road, unless it's to get a drastic hair cut. your saucy slattern, Laura "meeting all of your laura llew needs since 1977" * Yes, Paul, that was aimed at you. _________________________________________________________________ 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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Sinister: Not actual, not lasting
by Dimitra 08 Mar '02

08 Mar '02

You probably won’t believe it, but I actually wrote that down in hand, using a pen and notebook, last night. I think that once you’ve seen a 7” spin around in a dark silent room, or better still its reflection on the record player’s lid projected on the wall, and the next thing you know is the room isn’t silent anymore; once you ’ve seen the sound being born, or, well, reproduced, whatever it is that’s happening to it, cds will never be okay again, and you’ll stop saying you were born too late for vinyl. Mid-February (not now silly, I know it’s March) and I was thinking of the first day of spring, because it smelled vaguely like it. Where has winter gone, I wanted to ask. I swear we used to get winter when I was little. Not to mention there was at least one metre of snow everywhere -even everywhere in the city- and below zero temperatures for more than a week when I was away. I came back to tales of sliding on pavements and freezing no matter where you were. And all I could say was ‘Glasgow was cold too’. Who cares though, Glasgow is supposed to be cold. Three weeks later, and most evenings it still smells this way, though spring is not here yet. The first day of spring: the first evening when the air is sweet, like nothing else but a Clientele song, maybe, 6am morningside, and I know the song is about Edinburgh, and probably dawn in Edinburgh doesn’t feel like nightfall in Thessaloniki, but who cares really? So it feels like nothing else but a Clientele song, only a bit more passionate. It makes your eyes water and your body ache all over and you wish with all your heart you had someone to dream of, someone to cover with kisses; in a room with a window overlooking the city, with the scent of flowers that have actually grown in a garden that used to be yours fills the room, dangling. Or it makes you wish for a boat in the sea while it’s softly raining. -When will we have a party for spring coming? And then comes Easter: more flowers, sunshine and rain -it’s supposed to rain, they say the sky is crying; usually it does, sometimes it doesn’t. Churches and churchyards and old ladies with their grandchildren -while their parents are still at work- running around in their best clothes. The gorgeous little girl I spotted last year with her red hair in bunches. People who only go to church once a year, like me. And somewhere behind the noise, the commercialism and the discourtesy, or among them (them being all around), the joy and pain Easter’s supposed to be about. -Will we have it on the 1st of March? Or the 21st? -Spring doesn’t come before the 21st really. But I’ll be on a plane to London on the 21st. We can always have it on the 20th. Or the 6th of April? Being away, I think I’ll miss that first day of spring. Not the 21st, of course, just that first sweet night. But then the first day of spring for me will be the first day I’ll be back. Travelling is just great, it makes my world so much bigger. Easter. Crying and happiness, though you’d think everyone has forgotten what it is about. Or that they don’t care. Indifference and consumer goods. But then that’s our world, I can’t remember a time without them and I refuse to mourn its passing. If you spend your life looking behind you/ you don’t see what’s up front etc. And then Easter’s gone and all that’s left between you and the summer is just time, plain boring working weeks marked by nothing in particular, which you’ll count and then forget about. And then, oh, then it’s summer, and the city and the air get even sweeter if that’s ever possible – and you want to sing along with Hefner, ‘and god creates the air that floats underneath your dress’ cause that’s how it feels. Before it gets very hot, for that while, the air is just warm and it makes you feel free in a way you both have never felt before and you’ve known forever, as I wrote to Ian. Every year the same. And you want to run around and celebrate it in cafes with friends you probably don’t have. … but I will hope that some day the world around you improves to the point where it fits together a little better with the world inside of you. Every day could be like a feast. That was the opening line of a letter I never wrote and a dream of mine. Cleaning the house while the boy was sleeping and then lying on the sofa waiting for the floor to dry and listening to music you’d never choose to listen to, but the flatmate had chosen to cook to, and looking out of the window (buildings, tv aerials, the sky) was almost as good as life can get and a celebration of it: an expression, in acts, of your joy. Yes, I really believe these things. The letter was not written, but had it been, it would have been in Greek. October 2000 was a time I only wrote in Greek. I didn’t know feast was the right word for what I wanted to say, I looked it up in the dictionary yesterday and it somehow was that little bit that started making things better. The phrase had never left my head since I first wrote it down, during a lesson I should have been talking notes about, I think. But for some reason I had never spoken it to anyone to this day. Not even the boy who was sitting next to me in one of those cafes that morning, and inspired me to it. Especially not to the boy, we had enough trouble as it was, without my seemingly irrelevant dreams. He has enough trouble, that is. I was quite alright –my days could be as I wanted them to be, if only someone wanted to live in them and share them. What can I say, my trouble was he didn’t want to. And yes, it’s the same boy who has been asking about spring parties. No, we’ re not together now. Yes, we’re friends. No, no, it’s so much more than being civilised… I guess I can explain it, but all you’ll get from me is an ‘either you understand it or don’t bother’ look. The same boy, that, would it rain on that first day of spring, he’d long to stand underneath it and be a boy in a Go-Betweens song. Though I doubt he knows the Go-Betweens really. Or that he likes them. He knows the Smiths, though. And he totally adores them. And sometimes he just so much looks like it. This probably means something else in the part of the world you are, but where you from here, you’d know exactly what I mean. I don’t know if he would, though. Stand underneath that rain, that is. (Sometimes he is that true to himself, sometimes he’s not.) Is there a Smiths song about standing underneath a soft sweet rain? Or rain isn’t really all that sweet and soft in Manchester? I think I once had a book about a little girl who wanted to stand underneath the first spring rain to get taller. I was quite young, and she must have been a bit younger. Is that all? No, but after all this all feels sweet, so I’ll stop. Love and rainfall, zoziepop 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: The Belle And Sebastian Ticket Was Also In The Wallet
by figure2＠fsmail.net 08 Mar '02

08 Mar '02

STAGE ONE Put on some really loud music. Beware that it'll set the mood of the moment, but there's been too much silence in the last 24 hours. "Whatever happens if you never come down?" Is a rough memory of what the tall guy from Pulp once sung. But I came down. Way down. "Oops I did it again" sung Britney, but I'm not going to play that either even if the words are true. So what's it going to be. Hmm. Perhaps this isn't wise, but my eyes just settled onto "Rum, Sodomy and the Lash" by the Pogues. First of all though I'd better skip out to the lavatory "The Rear" If you went to Eton or "The Bogs" if you went to my school (a comprehensive exercise in disinformation, but hey, I turned out real well adjusted erm... right) this is going to be something of a session. The headphone socket on the computer box is dodgy and needs some suspenders made of masking tape in order to achieve full stereo. I'd draw you a diagram but this is a plain text message. STAGECOACHES The stagecoaches were working on Monday, Tuesday and, for all I know all the way through 'till today which if my sources are correct is a Friday. The trains were not working on Wednesday so I was staying through in town but I wasn't working. I should have been but I went AWOL instead. Got driven back to the hotel by an engraver (a taciturn fellow) and the more expansive chap behind the actual wheel, who seemed to know alot about art. It was a wee red Peugot car and it was going from Barnton to Royal Terrace. It isn't a very posh hotel but it is a rather fancy Terrace. WAY OUT WEST: DEAD MAN Seen that movie Dead Man? That's a great movie. I knew there were going to be dangers in the Rum and Sodomy soundtrack: it's settling me into pub-bore mode. "I'm a man you don't meet every day" does have a melancholy charm, though. Hey, it even worked for me on... Tuesday evening. "Oh don't stare at me with your puppy-dog eyes!" But she was saying it with laughing eyes and a smacker on the lips shut her up for a moment. "I've lived *six* times before" "Well I lived only *three* times before but I had a better class of incarnations!". Her and her friends and some others all wander over to drink some shooter sort of cocktails with a rude name to discuss existentialism. Not that there's much to discuss. It's more just the fun to be had on a sinking ship. Take a risk and pay the price and get more life. (Interlude: I received some E-mails from people on this list and I shall get back to you as soon as I can. I find getting the right words in private more difficult than the public ones). OUT THERE ON THE BLUE HORIZON BACK TO THE SOAP OPERA The following night I got my wallet nicked. It was about 9pm and I was walking home to the hotel; plastered, and one gets expansive in these moods. So I sat down next to this homeless girl. Yeah: she was pretty etc. but I swear to you my intentions were honourable. Maybe it was a bit of a grey area like in that TV programme The Vice, where you secretly fancy her but where the hugging is mutual support and not a sex thing: not that she wasn't attractive in that way but someone in that station in life as been abused enough. She suffered from depression and we were just sitting having a chat. I gave her some cash so she could get a room for the night. Some of her mates turned up, and this made me rather relieved because she seemed awful vulnerable sitting there in the 3 degrees and falling. I think her friends (including her 'boyfriend') hastily thought I might be more part of the problem than part of the solution. He accepted my beer, though, and her two friends offered 'business'. Then one of them nicked my wallet: I knew she had but figured what the hell anyway and the the girl I'd been talking with wandered off in one direction whilst the other two and her 'boyfriend' walked off in the other. I considered chasing after the guy, but these folks know the street and I don't. So that was that. I don't have any regrets: the world isn't a fair place. However, I think it's true that one can become corrupted. Some people have a better balance between the desire for knowledge and the the sense to look after oneself. Perhaps people will get rather angry by me couching an act of drunken foolishness in such grandiose terms. But I don't care. AFTER, LATER OR MAYBE NOW A BLUE HORIZON Way down towards the bottom of Leith Walk, Where she wandered, Is a wide current of water, That reaches the sea. In the morning light, You could see it sparkling and beyond, North of the rising sun, Villages and bridges and aeroplanes: Even a dockyard that is slowly stopping making war-boats And becoming a home for ferries to abroad: If home isn't here, It's somewhere out there. Keep going 'till you find it and, All the while, I salute thee. 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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: moaning just for practice.
by Hannah Brown 08 Mar '02

08 Mar '02

This message may be a lot longer than my usual ones, sorry, Everything has all of a sudden gone weird. I went out to a bar last night and decided not to drink because the last time i did i ended up being everything i would not want to be. It was great to feel sober but at the same time quite frightening. It made me think that what i usually see as fun infact wasn't at all fun. People were pissed and taking pills, the cute guy was there with his cuter girlfriend, the music was rubbish, barely anyone talked to me and there was lots of embarrassing flirting and groping going on. There was a scary old man sat in the corner eyeing up the women and he made me feel really vunerable. I had to get a taxi home with a friend because he scared me, i was glad i wasn't drunk. I got home and wondered "what is the point of it", going out, drinking, thinking you feel great when actually you are surrounded by fuck ups. I wanted to run away that night and go somewhere quiet and innocent. After afew minutes of general confusion and a strange sense of loneliness i thought of sinister, and yes, this sounds very cheesy, but it made me smile because i always feel fab when we all meet up. I feel as though i could spend a whole day with all of you and never feel awkward or wrong whereas there are some people at my college that i have known for years but i can never relax around them or feel that i know and trust them. I am going home today for the weekend to relax and eat good food and no doubt i will feel good again tommorrow but evenings like that do my head in. Mum says i think too much and she is right. I'm going to try not to get drunk for a long long time, maybe it will help me, maybe it won't. er, i'm not usually like this but it had to be done and it probably doesn't make proper sense anyway. love hannahxxxxxxx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: bananas and damon albarn
by Ian Rivamonte 08 Mar '02

08 Mar '02

so, i just got back from seeing gorillaz over at the warfield in san francisco. excellent show. i'm still trying to figure out why they played clint eastwood twice. you should check them out if you have the $ for it. rather expensive ticket. there's really no b&s content other than the warfield will always remind me of the 2 b&s shows that i saw them there. ahhhhh.... it was so much easier to meet stuart rather than damon albarn. speaking of damon, i saw him at popscene. for people not in the know, popscene is the local "brit, 80s, soul, rock, glam" club in san francisco. he was there chilling with his buddies. he had a "special section" segragated via a very thin rope and a really bored looking guard. i touched his jacket! my friend was trying to fulfill her dream of making out with a rock star while i was just trying to find a way not to embarass myself and get his autograph on my poster. alas, nothing came of it. anyways, that was my 2:34 am rambling for tonight. ta! 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: a lunchtime wasting
by Kenneth P Y Chu 08 Mar '02

08 Mar '02

Hello sinister, I guess I've just halved my summer holidays by sleeping loads last night, but it hasn't actually done me any good because I'm still tired and my jumper is way too warm for the office and my hot body. And my semi-arthritis is kicking in today and thus this morning my right hand is as strong as water's alcohol level, hence why I'm using it to write half of this e-mail right now. Well being forced to be left-handed at least means that I'm truly sinister. I feel terrible now but I have a good feeling about this lunch time, which happens in a mere 4 hours time, I'm going to receive a free sandwich from my work agency and then I'm going home for lunch, and it's going to be a sunny day and I'll spend it on a solo sinister picnic in my garden with my sandwich to fill my stummy, a cheeky bevvie to lower my immense body heat and a tiny miniature football with "Euro 2000" written on it that I found in my garden, some kid probably kicked it into there by accident and probably cried about it too, but peepers keepers so there, besides I don't know who I would return it to so I may as well put it into good use by practicing my running volleys with it. Unfortunately I have no access to a portable music reproduction device such as a ghetto-blaster which would have made it perfect. It's not perfect now, but in a couple of months time everything will be just dandy. I might even have gotten myself a ghetto-blaster by then. Ooh and look Belle & Sebastian are doing a tour soon, I reckon they should do Glastonbury this year, rubbing shoulders with Rod Stewart - they can do a duet called "Stewart Murdoch" and then sturan can even steal all the limelight, cunning. Left handed hugs 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: A good friend is always around
by michelle ruiz 08 Mar '02

08 Mar '02

Damn there are alot of butchers on Argyle street. Scary ones too. With blood from cow carcass smeared all over their WHITE smocks. Tell me something, why on earth wear white if you are just going to get it full of blood from animals? They should just wear red. So yeah, butchers. And they all go in and out of butcher shops that have animal bodies hanging from their windows which is very disturbing. Why can't they be like the Japanese and have a thing for displaying fake food in their windows. At least it won't smell as much. Thank the powers that be for friends. (Go on, thank them) I had been thinking very negatively lately and it wasn't until my friend talked to me about all her stress, I felt better knowing I wasn't alone. Well, I know I'm not, everyone has stress, but she had the same issues I do. Ok well not to bore you with this. I guess the point is that (this is gonna sound cliche) we may think we have unique problems but many people feel the same way. This was just a reminder of that. You know, I never was a Death Cab for Cutie fan. But yesterday I heard their cover of Bjork's 'All is full of love' and it was very cool. It was also a very ambitious thing to do, if I may say so. Not everyone can pull that off. Those seeing her at Coachella are in for a treat. Too bad she won't be on for that long, but some Bjork is better than no Bjork. And BRMC and International Noise Conspiracy will be there too! I admit, I am jealous. Have fun for me, and take pictures. Of B&S too. (I needed some content in there). And I was just wondering if "Love Burns" by BRMC was actually a song about some sexually transmitted urinary infection. (?) Silly boys. mmm skyscraper fan wrote: 'Later I was checking Peel's website and found a great piece of info: staying up all night can double your summer vacation.' guat?! If this is the case I should have damn near a year off by now. so yeah xx michelle xx __________________________________________________ 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: so cal aislers set show coming up!
by Jennifer Juniper 08 Mar '02

08 Mar '02

hi there kids, i just wanted to let all those in southern california know that the aislers set is playing at the knitting factory on sunday night. they are also playing a few other cities in the near future. if you haven't seen them live, you should check them out! :o) cheers, jennifer juniper __________________________________________________ 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: troubles on my mind / this time
by mmm skyscraper 08 Mar '02

08 Mar '02

Hi Sinister I think I also have to have something coming in the mail for me. I'm addicted to ordering stuff off the internet. It used to be just to get cool stuff, now it's like I have to be waiting for a package. Speaking of packages, I finally got 'This Is Just A Modern Rock Song' and I think it great. I really like 'The Gate'. I also got my tickets. Yay! I was listening to John Peel and he played the new Bearsuit single and I have to say it's crazy stuff. I might be the only Bearsuit fan in the US, I don't know. Later I was checking Peel's website and found a great piece of info: staying up all night can double your summer vacation. I'll have to remember that. mmm skyscraper __________________________________________________ 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: for lent i've given up pancakes
by chris perriman 07 Mar '02

07 Mar '02

wooh! hi there gang, long time no speak! so i went to a great gig on tuesday night, i went on my own coz all my friends are skint and the sound quality was awful but it was still a great gig. Ikara colt + the parkinsons + the eighties matchbox b-line disaster three great bands for £6, i urge you to go:- edinburgh - la belle angele - fri 8th glasgow - thirteenth note club - sat 9th liverpool - lomax - sun 10th brighton - pressure point - tues 12th bournemouth - old fire station - wed 13th bristol - fleece - thurs 14th and london - garage - sat 16th please go, you'll enjoy it, you deserve a night out ---0#O#0--- ok, this bit is response to bits of posts i've liked: someone mentioned fictional bands, i thought only me and my friends were in fictional bands, i've been in three; 'oil tanker' a death metal band, 'only dogs can hear us' our name describes our music, and currently 'fantastic dan' we havent decided what we'll sound like yet. Robin said: "I'm going to spend the weekend buying a new record player, to finally replace the one I accidentally melted in the oven" huh?!? someone wanted to know exactly what twee means. well, according to collins paperback english dictionary: twee - adj Informal - excessively sentimental, sweet, or pretty. (i think honey could put this in the message thingy at the end of each post, its vital information every belle and sebastian fan needs to know) i'm older than ken chu by 9 and a half months! who'd'a thunk it? ---0#O#0--- oh, i was sure i had more to say than that, bugger, oh well do de do de do nothing else to say really i'll get me coat Pez* _________________________________________________________________ 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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