March 2002 - Sinister - missprint.org

Sinister: Let's pretend its a work of art. Let's pretend its not my heart.
by Max421＠aol.com 03 Mar '02

03 Mar '02

I think I'm in love with Stephen Merrit. I know I'm supposed to be talking about the big belle and sebastian concert coming up in New York, and how excited I am, but last night and the night before that I went to see the magnetic fields play all 69 love songs. The first night, rachel and I sat all the way at the back of alice tully hall, squinting to make out their faces. It was still cool though, hearing them play through the first album and a half. The songs seemed to make more sense live. The second night, our seats were better. The vibes were a lot better, and ww could actually see the faces of the bandmemmbers. They're so awesome. Like, I feel like just sitting there, I got to to know them some how. For those of you who know the albums, the songs are so much more moving in concert. I was almost in tears at the end of "pappa was rodeo". At intermission, was coincidentally walked past the stage entrance and rachel dragged me over to talk to the band. I actually had a conversation with dudley klute, the guy who sin! gs "the luckiest guy on the lower east-sid". THAT was exciting. I also got a nod from Stephen Merrit. At the end of the concert, we got stephem merrit to come back from an encore, even though he's an ornery little baby that hates performing. He played one of his new songs "My little ukelele", which i think falls somewhere in between "seeing other people" and "winter wooskie" If you have any interest, go see eban and charley! Well thats all for now. I have to go do my philosophy homework. Does anyone know how hume's empiricism effected kant's philosophy? HELP!!!! Love and more love, Max -------------------------------------------------------- Oh, I need you more than air. Is it true you just don't care? Are you having an affair? Yeah, oh yeah. --69 love songs, part three +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Camera Obscura play London
by paul healy 03 Mar '02

03 Mar '02

I regret not to see them last year hope I make this time. Paul Healy Sunday 31st March Pow! To The People 3 all-dayer featuring Butterflies of Love Camera Obscura Black Nielson Saloon Cane 141 Woodchuck plus more to be added The Monarch, Chalk Farm Road, London NW1 Nearest tube: Chalk Farm / Camden Town Entrance: £10 (£8 in advance from Track & Field - cheques to T&F - the Track & Field organisation, Top Flat, 7 Lakefield Road, London N22 6RR) P.S. footy today(Sunday) top Primrose Hill @3pm __________________________________________________ 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: My own personal Tigermilk
by The Cat's Pajamas 02 Mar '02

02 Mar '02

Hi all, I took the first steps on a journey today. I auditioned for a local theatre troupe. I'm being realistic about my chances of being accepted. I'm an ecologist by trade, so the theater thing is kind of new. With the exception of a year working with an improv troupe, I don't have much experience. The important thing is that I tried though...As I was riding home on the train I was listening to Tigermilk and thinking "Wow! I'm just like Belle and Sebastian". Here's how that works: I figured when they made the original Tigermilk it was kind of on a lark. Only a few hundred copies were made, but it turned out they had what it took and they managed to make it big and live out their dreams of becoming rock stars, even if they don't act like rock stars most of the time. So, there I was trying out for this theater company when I really had no business to be doing it. The difference of course is that B+S actually have talent, whereas I'm somewhat of a hack. Oh well...I'm not really like an actor, and I'm not really like a rock star, but I'm trying, durn it. And Thom Yorke says "if you try the best you can, if you try the best you can, the best you can is good enough" So I'll take Thom's words to heart and be happy :) ...And so ended the most unnecessary post ever. The townsfolk rejoiced, the princess was saved from the dragon, and everyone pushed delete and happily moved on to the next message. Jason _________________________________________________________________ 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: we lay on the bed there, kissing just for
by lindsey baker 02 Mar '02

02 Mar '02

hello sinister. again with the smoking. in the last few days, i have discovered an odd comfort in standing in a soft snowstorm, a cigarette smoking away in my hand, not knowing for certain which clouds coming from my mouth are smoke and which are breath, and thinking that the difference is poetic. maybe i started smoking just so i have something to write about consistently, and with pleasure. my poems are leaden with ashes. the man at the chinese shop gave me two fortune cookies today, and one fortune says 'your luck has been completely changed today.' the other: 'a person is never too old to learn.' and i believe the prediction and the cliche. he called thursday night, drunk and wanting to see me. so i roused, washed my face, got ready, left. let him hold my hand, and let him lead me away from the party and back to my apartment, let him kiss me, let him again under the tangle of blue and white checked sheets. i listened again to our shallow breathing, and watched his closed eyes hover above my opened own. he said when you kiss someone with open eyes, you do not trust him. i did, and i didn't. trust fell away with each time i said no, with each time he ventured further down and down under the blanket, under the comforter my mother bought me two years ago, for the dorm, for my bed. no went from a whisper to a stronger voice, and my rasping was no longer from lust but from fear. he finally fell away into sleep, and i realized the bed reeked of alcohol. he reeked of alcohol. and i wondered again why he had not called before he was staggering, and why i had been staggering toward him for so long without answer. he has said he blacked out; he just remembers telling me he loved me, just remembers the question he asked and the answer i refused. he is going to stop drinking, he said. he could never hurt me, and never live with himself if he did. he does not want me to be scared of him, he said, and will spend the rest of his days proving to me who he is, and why fear is unnecessary. and i will spend the rest of my days without him, but with the lesson i heave learned, with the pending moment wherein i say no for the final, triumphant time. i will watch him leave, and remember that distance and time are not made up in a bottle and a bed, or in the apologies that follow. fear is tangible, and always, always beneath the quivering surface of my hands, my mouth. i think they like it, misunderstanding the reasons for it. taking my hands, frigid from february winds, and warming them, relishing in the return of blood to my veins, their heroic response to need, action relinquishing wait. i wonder who it will be on that day, that day when he will see that the fear is not for them, for him, but for me. for what i do. yesterday was one of calm detachment, a separation from the way things are and a reporter's objectivity taking the reins again, steering. today the sun is shining. everything is melting, and so am i. los desaparecidos means 'the disappeared ones.' vocal dissidents who speak, and are silenced quickly and finally. here is to los desaparecidos, and here is to those who silence them. xxx lou _________________________________________________________________ MSN Photos is the easiest way to share and print your photos: http://photos.msn.com/support/worldwide.aspx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: this galloping rhythm... leave me, a dead horse at your door
by Youn Noh 02 Mar '02

02 Mar '02

I don't know if this will be of any interest to you, but Stuart's first introduction of himself on the previous band web site has been added to the writing archive on their current site. David Moore's name carried all the weight in my request. Frankly, it's slighter than I remembered it, with Stuart's contribution just a border to provide context. (But you're probably the type who looks at frames and judges their appropriateness first, for all that it will tell you about your host.) Maybe he was deflecting attention from himself, but without the shyness that I once thought his individuality represented. In the days when he stood apart from his fans and offered a private smile to the camera. And I see where scrupulously putting on a lab coat in the dark room and feeling guilty for not running every day fit into a pattern. But he's lighter now. I thought of the subject line while listening to "The Way Of The Vaselines" at the gym. I think it was during 'Oliver Twisted' or 'The Day I Was A Horse'. But in the car, I noticed there is a line about galloping through the dew in 'Rory Rides Me Raw'. That (the line or all the jostling up and down imaginary stairs) and watching "Un Chien Andalou" have put weird images in my head. In a heartless moment, I threw away a tape of their songs that an old friend had made for me. All the songs on the tape are on the compilation and it was recorded over another singer's songs, i.e., over another release. He let the tape run so that it recorded noises in the room. People who go to clubs and dance all night to their favorite songs feel good like I do by the 7th song. But they're so high, they're such expert dancers, they don't need to care about the song too much. When was work free? When did people feel this good working? Today I heard "The old golden savages killed their philosophers." That friend sent me a funny note about repression, its positive aspects. I think I really understand him now. It is impossible to get to the bottom of things. And to try to do so would run counter to another principle, which is supposed to be expressed in "Hamlet". I can't find the passage, but it's about how in our actions, we reveal ourselves, so we should take care. That's a very poor paraphrase, but it's from something a professor said that has been rattling around in my head for three years. I should have looked it up then. Have you ever watched a silent film? I watched my first one yesterday. It was Fritz Lang's "Metropolis". I didn't know this before, but there are stills with just text; of course, not enough to match up with what everyone has been saying, but enough to settle any doubts left by exaggerated gestures. It's probably not that way with Chaplin's films or with Buster Keaton's. So fine and neat are their movements. I wonder to what extent changes in the text would affect our interpretation of the film. There must be clear limits (for which I am grateful). But then again, you're probably the type to see a world of difference in the addition of a comma. There was a scene where the foreman was whistling for the workers' attention. The music became nearly silent while they were ignoring him, then suddenly keyed up when they started to follow him. And in the scenes where the inventor Rotwang is chasing Maria, the music seems joyous instead of foreboding, maybe for a comedic touch. It's funny that ultimately Rotwang suffers, and nobody else. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Sports - sign up for Fantasy Baseball 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: I love you my farfisa
by Tom Pettinger 01 Mar '02

01 Mar '02

Hello all. Here is the pastiche. Unfortunately it is rather epic and pretty much about offbeat me and the list and isn't has good as it could have been, but...eh, what'ya gonna do. I think it should scan quite well if sung along to "Expectations". By the way, the subject refers to the b-side of a rather good single by electrelane, if any of you like retro organ noise they are worth ear room. "Monday morning, wake up: cup of tea Some marmite on some toast Can't face school just yet I'll tell you what, I'll go and read some posts, But before you know it hours fly by I really should be there, but I'm still at my 'pooter eating toast and in my underwear... Wednesday morning, looks like I've still got A lot of work to do But it won't get done because right now I'm reading posts by *you*, I love you all unless you're careless and you churn out list abuse even then it's quite amusing and to someone it's some use... Hey, you're abused I don't mind, I think it's fine Send a mixtape to a friend soon he will know I'm insane... and I'm posting toss aga-ain... Friday morning, wake up knowing that it's Offbeat night tonight, tell your friends what to expect I think they're going to see the light Do you want to come and dance to indie and be one of them treading on the cat as you crash home at just past 2 a.m... Friday evening sees us walking through the student union halls, get to Offbeat, there's already sweat condensing on the walls get a drink and then I wander round start looking for a stool- I start to dance-even though it makes me look a fool... Next day morning, wake up its a challenge getting out of bed Only marmite toast and tea can help me clear this fuzzy head Write to sinister and bore them with a self absorbed pastiche The only words I know to rhyme with that are Micro-fiche and quiche... Hey, you're abused I don't mind, I think it's fine Send a mixtape to a friend soon he will know I'm insane... and I'm posting toss aga-ain... And you know who i am so why start to read this spam? If you hate it, don't complain, Soon you will learn not to read a post of mine aga-ain... *raspberry noise* Tom +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: portable kisses
by R.Playforth＠sussex.ac.uk 01 Mar '02

01 Mar '02

"Why does it seem to me that the poets and teenagers are the protectors and sustainers of the possibilities of kisses?" - tess gallagher i'm all over the place this morning. this may be because i've been writing, something to which i've become unaccustomed. it's hard, i now remember, to bring my mind down (or up? or out?) from trying to get a grip on tiny, exact things like words and return to making normal, inexact conversation and doing filing. i've also been reading the new Careless Talk (ha, i just typed 'carless' by mistake - the journal for pedestrians?) which is growing on me. there is certainly a healthy dose of passion in there. although matt brought it home from work saying 'here you go, fresh from the sweaty paw of everett true himself' which did put me off slightly. one belle & sebastian related comment to report so far, from an interview with aerogramme (i paraphrase slightly): 'arab strap and us mix harshness with our emotion. you can't be too sensitive in glasgow or you get twatted. that's why you never see belle and sebastian drinking in the city centre.' something like that anyway. the star-crossed ex-lovers are still making me sad. perhaps also reminding me unpleasantly of my own messy break-up with the boy in question four years ago. it's funny, however much you forget and move on, there are still little grains of every painful experience left behind deep in your subconscious. i can't wait to see b&s in brixton and reach that sublime medium between primal rock n roll euphoria and tearful appreciation of beauty. that should sort me out. oh, can i just have a wee little boast (i really feel like a conceited twat saying this but it has improved my self-esteem so much that i have to share): i've been shortlisted for an eric gregory award, which is pretty much THE last word in prizes if your a poet under 30. so far the shortlist is 17 (out of 107 entries) so even if i get no further i might at least stop thinking that i ought to give up and become a bricklayer. "There are thousands of types of people in the world: The type that divides the world up into two types of people, and the thousands of other types." - the onion luv archel xxx ****************** Visit www.buzzwords.ndo.co.uk for the best new writing on the web. Email submissions to buzzwords(a)bigfoot.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 short piece of theatre for stereolab fans
by Kieran Devaney 01 Mar '02

01 Mar '02

A SHORT PIECE OF THEATRE FOR TWO PLAYERS (It is a Thursday, after school in Birmingham City Centre. General bustle. Enter stage left a boy dressed in winter apparel, he looks scruffy and unhurried, gazing absently left and right as he slowly crosses the stage) (Enter Stage left a young man, also dressed for winter, looking a little unsure of himself - his movements are jerky and lack confidence, he too continually gazes all about him, but unlike the boy it is with a slightly paranoid air, he keeps looking behind him, as if he were being followed. He approaches the boy). MAN: 'Scuse me mate, you couldn't help me could you? (The boy stares at him, stopping in his tracks) BOY: Sorry? MAN: I need some help... (the boy keeps staring) BOY: (slowly) Yeah? MAN: Well you see my car broke down here, and I haven't got any money to buy a train ticket to Leicester, and I have to get back there before tonight. BOY: Oh (he starts to look annoyed) I haven't got any money I could give you mate, sorry... (he starts to walk off) MAN: Well how much have you got? (the boy stares at him and thinks for a moment) BOY: Nothing MAN: Have you got a phone? I have to make a call... BOY: No. Didn't you come out with any money? MAN: No... I haven't got any mate, so if you could... BOY: So you drove all the way from Leicester without any money? Why? MAN: Er, yeah... (he looks listless and uninterested and starts to walk away himself) BOY: You know... (the man turns back) If you go up to the police station, I'm sure they'll be able to help you - it's only down the road. (he grins) (the man exits stage left) (the boy exits stage right) STEREOLAB FANS Not long before Christmas, I went to see Stereolab play live at the Birmingham Academy. I left the house early, because I had to get to the cashpoint nearby for some tshirt money, the halifax one, the one thats closed at the moment. I left excited, making sure I had my ticket, some change for the phone in case I needed to use it (I don't believe in mobiles) and my coat and everything. It wasn't till I got on the bus (the #97 from Bordesley Green East, the stop just outside the Richmond Pub), that I realised I'd forgotten my bus pas. It was too late to go back, if I did that I might miss something, and the buses are usually slow into town during winter evenings, so I paid with some of the change I was carrying and resigned myself to the fact that I wouldn't be able to buy either a tshirt or the stereolab exclusive tour single (which isn't that good, but everyone a sucker for exclusive 7" singles aren't they?), because I keep my halifax cashcard inside my bus pass. Damn. But still, I wasn't going to let something like that ruin a good gig, so I sat and waited for the bus to get into town. The bus was indeed slow and laborious, there was some sort of delay right on the outskirts of Town, so that by the time we actually got to the last bus stop, it was gone 7:00, and they would be letting people in already. I had done a quick scan of the people on the bus, and despite the presence of several shady looking characters, I deduced that none of my fellow passengers were destined for the gig that night - far more sinister pursuits undoubtedly awaited them in town. We all got off, and I started walking leisurely towards the Academy, it's probably worth pointing out that I was going to the gig completely on my own - while some of my friends have quite good musical taste, when it comes to Stereolab they all fall into one of two categories, either 'heard of but not heard' or 'not heard of', the philistines. But I actually quite like going to gigs on my own - and for Stereolab, anything. As I approached the venue, past the halifax I was supposed to get tshirt money from, past the McDonalds which was still open, patronised by slack-jawed sportswear sporting types, further down, across the road etc, I noticed a few people were still queing up outside, I knew it was past door opening time, so I assumed they were waiting for other people or something. I wandered past them and up to the fetching brown metal doors of the academy, which were, oddly, only very slightly open. I glanced back at the people in the queue, they were looking at me, but nobody said anything. I poked my head around the door to see two of the orange and black clad security staff chatting outside the ticket booth, "Yes?" said the larger of the two, a slightly imposing skinhead type, they both looked at me. "Er, Stereolab are on tonight aren't they?" I said, getting my grammar wrong in the fluster. "Yeah mate, they're still practising so you'll have to wait," said the security guard, "shouldn't be long now though." he looked at his watch. "Ok, thanks" I said bemusedly, and turned back outside. As I walked to the back of the tiny queue I glanced at the people in it - why hadn't they told me what was going on? I put my hands in my pockets and waited, it was quite cold, but not too bad, and I thought that since there were only a few people already here, I could easily get a good place near the front. That would make up for not getting a tshirt I thought. As I was thinking this a girl wandered across the road - from just outside Toys 'R' Us (Can you do backwards r's on computers? It isn't on my character map), she was attired in a manner befitting to a Stereolab fan, and indeed seemed to be making for the gig. My suspicions were confirmed when she walked past me, down the queue and towards the doors. I wondered if I should say anything, since she was bound to get the same response as I did, but I held back, partly because of my own inherent shyness and also because I thought it was a good chance for the people ahead of me to do the right thing and tell her. But the didn't. So she went up to the door, poked her head round and undoubtedly had the same conversation with the skinhead security guard. She glared at us a minute or so later as she walked back to take her place behind me in the queue and I looked away. About five minutes later the small queue of us were let in, and I couldn't help wondering if what had happened was an exclusive trait of people in shy bands like Stereolab, or if the incident said something about us on a wider scale. I don't know. The gig was fantastic by the way, about as good as you imagine Stereolab live being, there was dancing and merrymaking for all. I used the last of my change to phone home (from the phonebox outside adam's), and ask for a lift back since I didn't have enough for the bus. I got home to find that I had missed all but the last Hefner John Peel Session song, which was mildly annoying. Though I do think, having since heard the whole session, thanks to the wonder of techonology that is audiogalaxy.com that the song I did get to hear 'Anne and Bill' is the best of the bunch. I have an insatiable desire to leave this feeling unfinished and go an pop some bubble wrap. I just know I left it lying around here somewhere... Bye - Kieran _________________________________________________________________ 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: Don't leave the BRIGHT-ON baby.....
by snowy . 01 Mar '02

01 Mar '02

Hello again. Sorry to just leap into the puns, but I couldn't resist that one. I went to Brighton yesterday, to buy new shoes. I popped on the Brighton express and arrived at 1:30. And I was on the train home at 3:30. Much as I like Brighton, (being skint) I couldn't think of much to do there. Secondhand clothes are actually more expensive than in London down there. I had a lovely lunch in Infinity though. Anyway, the point I was going to make was this. On the train down, I was looking out of the window and daydreaming. And I got to thinking about bands/artists who manage to cultivate a sense of their surroundings in their work. I think travelling through Battersea made me think of Morrissey, and how he used to move from Manchester to London to Manchester.....etc. Then I thought about B&S, and the sense that they are very much a 'Glasgow' band. And I started feeling like I have lost my identity to some extent. As I spent the first 18 years of my life living in Devon (in the same house) and most of my adult life in London. I have moved back to Devon a couple of times. And each time I have found it difficult because I have changed. But I find it difficult in London too, because I'll always be Devonian really. There is no answer to this. But I wonder what (if any) impact this has had on my writing. Hmmmmmmm. I'll have to go through my stuff and see how much writing I've done about train journeys. ~ ~ @ @ | \_/ Take care. snowy xxx _________________________________________________________________ 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: There's a lot CHU be done while your KEN is still young
by Rachel fruitloop 01 Mar '02

01 Mar '02

HELLOOOOOO SINISTER!!! Due (CHU) to the recent outbreak of KEN CHU sitings in subject lines, I thought I owed it to you (CHU) all to warn you (CHU): YOU ARE PLAYING WITH FIRE!!! OK(EN). So maybe you won't get burned. But it's all-consuming! (all-KENCHUming). You, too, (CHU) may become addicted to putting a PY in your RE-PLY. Here's my personal "Posts Cited" list with all of the subject lines I've used with Ken's name: 3rd Post; September 24th, 2001: "Well I like KEN CHU, I know he likes you" 10th Post; October 12th, 2001: "CHUfactor" 11th Post; October 14th, 2001: "It's not as if they're paying CHU, it's not as if it's KEN" 17th Post; November 2nd, 2001: "CHU wears the clothes of an Emperor" 20th Post; November 8th, 2001: "The CHUnited states of KEnlamity, hey!" 23rd Post; November 19th, 2001: "It's no wonder KEN CHU is dribbling spit tonight"... 24th Post; November 29th, 2001: "KEN in the snow, way CHU go" 25th Post; December 5th, 2001: "Take CHUey with his bow and arrow, KEN's a mastermind" 26th Post; DeKENber 20th, 2001: "I'd rather be fat than be KENCHUsed" 27th Post; DeCHUber 25th, 2001: "To tell someone all the truth before it KENs CHU" 29th Post; January 13th, 2002: "KEN that mean that I'm getting boring? CHU tell me..." 31st Post; January 30th, 2002: "we KEN meet up in L.A. if CHU want" 33rd Post; February 8th, 2002: "I will KENfess to CHU"... 34th Post; February 14th, 2002: "KEN put me on the ground with CHU-do" 35th Post; February 21st, 2002: "Have CHU and her been taKEN pictures of your obsessions?" So, you see, they are coming in rapid succession now, with no end in sight. I may have to go to CHUaholics KENonymous! I have a whole bunch of future subject lines stored up in this sick mind of mine! I'll be in London in 2 weeks! I wonder if meeting KEN CHU will cure my CHUdropping(s) problem or just make it worse! now a bit of *****REPORTING BACK***** We had a little Sinister meetup here in Los Angeles on Saturday, February 23rd. You may remember them from such meet-ups as Los Angeles, June 2001 and November 2001: in attendance were Michael Vance and his friend Martin, Jose, Ernie Cloves, Jennifer Juniper and Me and my best friend Vicky. We met at the movie theater where we saw 'Storytelling', which I thought was grate. But like I always say, I'm no critic. I like movies for a lot of different factors and I'm pretty easy to please. I liked the second part better than the first part, but I liked the first part, too. I liked hearing Belle & Sebastian's music in the soundtrack. After the movie, we proceeded to a swanky joint nearby called Swingers where we had good food and good conversation, and Jennifer and I took our table's collective quarters and loaded up the jukebox. I think a pleasant evening was had by all. We parted ways outside of the restaurant because everybody seemed to be fairly tired and so our low-key evening of Sinister fun ended at that. Shout outs to the kitties who couldn't make it, especially Cameron, Chris, Juju, Katie Cheeriodle, Rachel Cornflake, Sara Bus Stoppers, and Brier Random! Well, that's all for me for tonight! Love to you all (especially Ben!) love, Rachel fruitloop P.S. Laura Llew, I like the term "tawdry trollop" or "sinful harlot" or the good ol' fashioned "two-bit whore"! __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Greetings - Send FREE e-cards for every occasion! http://greetings.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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