April 2002 - Sinister - missprint.org

Sinister: Store Retailing
by Kenneth P Y Chu 16 Apr '02

16 Apr '02

Sinister, I have been meaning to write for a while, but I have never realised how much losing Internet access at work can reduce ones posting abilities. I feel the need to post first of all to thank the people who sent me crush votes of late, even if you have taken the vote back presumably due to my ack of acknowledgement. I felt loved! Being loved is a great feeling, a bit like eating cheese. I am getting more than just cheese lately since not only am I getting crush votes there was an entire pastiche written about me! which gave me the warm feeling that's only rivalled by eating cheese, on toast. Or noodles. Anyway I do ramble so.. a few days ago I had so many witty replies to various messages on this sinister list, and much flirtatious missives too. However I have forgotten them all so I will just talk about B&S instead. I like how the band are hitting big time selling out every gig on their World Tour and playing in big fuckoff festivals and on the centre stage for some of them! The other day I got out the boardgame "Risk" and I played a soldier on each place that B&S have played.. they're approaching World Domination you know! I wonder when will the band play Madagascar and Yakutsk. The sun is shining outside and I'm feeling active, I have been having this great urge to do things recently, and learn new things, so far I've learnt how to chop onions into equalish sized dices and the names of all 50 states in America. Although I am way off from being able to recite all of them alphabetically in less than a minute, a feat I was lucky enough to witness on Saturday. Speaking of feat it's time to run, writing to sinister sure is fun, poetry in 2 minutes' quite a stunt, ooh Ken Chu he's such a c***... Love and Red Bulls Ken P.S.: Now that all of the B&S Treasure Hunt clues have been found, I wonder if the band will release the answers to the clues any time soon. _________________________________________________________________ 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: well happy birthday anyway.
by lindsey baker 16 Apr '02

16 Apr '02

hello sinister. birthdays always make me sad. i sat around for a while in front of the computer today, thinking about posting and what heady lyric should make the subject field. i finally decided on the good life, like we all knew i would, though for a brief moment i considered conor's 'happy birthday to me.' i thought, too, that the parenthetical bit of pretentiousness after the song title -- (feb. 15) -- was the date of conor's birthday, and got relatively excited that my birthday was two months to the day after his. that ecstasy was short-lived, though, once i realized that my getting jazzed about that might really mean i was a saddo devotee, a crazed fan lusting after her little nebraska superstar. eeps. **** the day started out beautifully. matt called at 11 the night before, and asked if i would come sit on the roof of a building with him. the dormitory building in which i used to live. i said ok, looking forward to the walk from the paper to the dorm. the weather here has been positively balmy at night, though a little too warm and too windy during the day for my liking. i got to the dorm and cautiously made my way up the rather rickety, open steps to the rooftop. we smoked and talked and chucked cigarettes at the sorority girls tripping by below us, and for a few moments, i could make out orion in the sky. matt gave me presents, and, at midnight, proudly announced that he would be the first to wish me happy birthday. and he was. later, the first six hours of my birthday were spent talking, just as i think i would have wished. and i slept until noon, when my mom called for her second round of well-wishing today. most people i know forgot my birthday was today. because today is only tax day, after all. funny that so many people hate my birthday, some have said, and i laugh and our teeth flash and the moment passes without a second thought from one half of the conversation. i feel old, and twenty has become suddenly an appearance as well as an age. sometimes, i hate my birthday, too. **** a photographer noticed i was having a rough afternoon, what with the riveting story about a new snake at the zoo not coming through so well. i was lying on the couch, curled up in a loose fetal position, muffled, crying out 'fuck the fucking snake,' and he came over to see how he could make everything better. he asked if i liked ducks or rabbits. i thought for a moment, and said probably ducks. rabbits brought to mind images of, well, images of a tea cup and a lot of humping. which led to thoughts of happy spring time couples traipsing the downtown streets attached at the hands. which brought to mind my own fleeting, frightening desire to maybe bump the happy couples a little bit with my car. ducks, i said. (unless the rabbits came on cups, which he said they didn't, though he didn't get it.) i left the paper to go home and lie down properly for a bit, change my clothes and try to freshen up. when i got back to the paper after about an hour, a little orange and yellow stuffed duck was lying on the arts desk, with a sign: 'happy birthday baby booms. from mike.' **** sean called looking for the editor, and i said she wasn't here. he asked if i was going to the night meeting, and i said i might not. it was my birthday and i didn't feel quite like looking at the ex-boyfriend's bandanna-ed head for that long. sean said he had been negligent, and could he take me out for coffee. i said of course. the day ended, then, how it began, with talking. about life and love and tea and an added (albeit lengthy) conversation about the strokes. (how indie are they really? are you cool if you listen to them? what constitutes an indie sell-out? and why, for god's sake, would you spend $100,000 to make a muffled album that tries to sound like it was recorded on a four-track in a basement when it could have been done for much less and RECORDED ON A FOUR-TRACK IN A BASEMENT?) but the end made me wish for the beginning. and isn't it sad that when i look at that, i am reduced to the smashing pumpkins: the end is the beginning is the end and so twenty years have passed, and i am none the wiser. well, happy birthday anyway. xxx love, lou _________________________________________________________________ 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: hey everyone
by toadie291＠attbi.com 16 Apr '02

16 Apr '02

hi guys and gals. i've been taking a respite and found that i missed you all so very very much. i hope that all of you are toadie :o) i have a new obsession..telepopmusik...they are so lovely. dunno if you have heard them but you can listen to them on a free player at candypushers.com am also very jazzed that my zero 7 boys will be in chicago in just a few days!! cant wait! i think that is the only show that ive wanted to go to this year that i wont miss! yay! :o) also, i am going to my england finally! i leave on 24 may and come home on 2 june so if any of you have any pointers please email me off list! ill be in london for a couple of days...mostly in oxford though. i may try to get to dublin for a pint with dirty vicar though :o) anyway, i guess i mainly am posting to get some opinions on my trip so by all means get back to me :o) thanks everyone. take care ~~stine +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 wouldn't normally do this, but...
by Kieran Devaney 15 Apr '02

15 Apr '02

A friend of mine sent me this article, I imagine I'm breaking copyright by pasting the whole thing here, but it's worth it I think. Most intriguing and disturbing. Does anyone here have a livejournal account at all? Hmm... Cincinnati Girl Committed to Mental Institution For Schizophrenic Online Diaries. April 11, 2002 Posted: 9:07 PM EDT (0107 GMT) Cincinnati, Ohio (CNN) Sarah Currie (17) was yesterday committed to The St Luke Mental Facility in downtown Cincinnati after her parents discovered disturbing Internet diaries on Sarahs computer hard drive. The diaries, which had been posted on the popular Livejournal site, featured two characters made up by Sarah, and, according to Dr. Adrian Yates, her psychoanalyst, these characters represent two conflicting sides of Sarahs personality: What we find most interesting here, said Yates is that Sarah not only posted two radically different diaries on the site, but also had the two different characters arguing and debating with each other over what had been written. This is really indicative of her own internal struggle, and the diaries are a kind of cry for help. Sarah started the two diaries almost simultaneously in October of last year, and though she only updated them sporadically, the diaries contained everything from suicide threats to vivid confessions about how she hates her parents. One of the characters, Louise whose invented home was in Leeds, England the place where Sarah was born would post about hating school, and feeling constantly alienated, while the other Claire whose invented home was in New York, would update her diary with tales of not being able to get a boyfriend or worries about her weight. The discovery that Louise and Claire were one and the same was made by 19 year old Programming student Adam Jackson: I have a livejournal myself, so Im on the site quite a lot, I get a kick out of reading other peoples diaries and trying to help them out if I can I first came across Sarahs stuff with her diary for Louise and the two of them - Claire and Louise were having this argument about whose pain was more important I made the point that they were in different situations and should try to help each other instead of just fighting, but they just ignored me. I didnt think much of it at the time, people are always arguing on there, but then a week or so later I noticed a different post, from Louise on someone elses journal, but it was typed in a completely different style to the one she had used in her own journal and in the argument with Claire the style was closer to Claires, Claire used a more traditional method of typing, with proper capital letters and stuff whereas Louise was looser, and with really bad spelling. I thought this was a bit weird, so I did some digging on both Claire and Louise and found that the two IPs matched, so I was pretty sure then that they were the same person. From the IP I got an email address, which belonged to Sarahs dad and, well, I dont know if its really proof that shes crazy, but the doctors know that better than I do. This is the first case of its kind recorded, and treatment has so far been slow. Yates: Sarah seems very reluctant to recognise her own illness, in fact she denies it even exists. This is quite typical of schizophrenic patients though, they might seem totally normal in some situations, Sarah herself acted perfectly normally at school and with her parents, it was only her internet behaviour that showed her true inner turmoil. At the moment she is insisting that the livejournals were just jokes, and that the reason she did it was to show how stupid the people who use the site are, but I think once we get past this well be able to make some real progress with her. The site, which has become a popular cultural phenomenon among young people started up in March 1999 to instant acclaim. Site founder Brad Fitzpatrick had this to say about Sarahs case: Obviously were all very concerned for Sarahs well being and I hope she makes a swift recovery. Im glad no one is blaming us for the incident, since we have come under fire in the past for the confessional nature of some of the diaries. But in terms of what we set out to do, the site has been a great success, theres a real community atmosphere of people helping each other solve problems, and occasionally its just a good place to vent as well! There has been some consternation from human rights groups over the decision to keep Sarah on full time at St Lukes, but Sarahs parents Laura (46) and Alan Currie (48), fully support the decision. They issued this statement yesterday: At the moment were still slightly shocked by the discovery, but we want everyone to know that we love our daughter very much and were not going to let her illness tear us apart. Together were going to beat this thing. And to people who have been questioning our decision, we appreciate your concern, but we only want whats best for our daughter. Blimey - Kieran _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Re: Sinister: I wouldn't normally do this, but...
by -robert . 15 Apr '02

15 Apr '02

>From: "Kieran Devaney" <antipopconsortium(a)hotmail.com> >Cincinnati Girl Committed to Mental Institution For Schizophrenic Online Diaries. This article is clearly a hoax. Don't believe it. :) -robert. _________________________________________________________________ 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: decisions
by Salp 14 Apr '02

14 Apr '02

Well, everybody this is my first official post and I don't want to put any pressure on you guys but I need some help deciding what I should do on the night of May 11th. Do I take my girlfriend to our high school prom, or ditch her and go with my buddy who has an extra ticket to the Chicago gig? It could mean the end of a relationship, but it also could be a deeply religious experience with the one of the best bands of my era. I don't know what to do, and after reading the words of the posters, I can confidently rely on the wisdom of the sinisterians. Matthew +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Rimini: A Situation Report or, if you just want a set list, scroll down
by sgazzetti 14 Apr '02

14 Apr '02

Friday, 12 April: Rimini is a pleasant though uncertain seaside city whose economy appears to be based entirely upon beach tourism and lingerie. I am standing on the broad beach in the dark with my feet eased into the Adriatic, looking forward to tomorrow, a day free to wander the town, recon the gig venue, and then bathe in the music thats just 24 hours away. Although its night, the flat expanse of sand is well-lit by the light from the thousands of bars, hotels, and lingerie shops lining the beachfront, the glow reflected off low clouds that promise rain. I walk back to my hotel along the sand, down where the falling tide has left the sand hard and easy to walk on, until the oily-blackness of a canal not named on my map forces me to move up the beach to where the sand is soft, and therefore hard to walk in. It strikes me as interesting that something as impassive and timeless as sand can be so perverse as to be both hard and soft, easy and hard, at the same time. To bed! Saturday, 13 April: Rimini is a pleasant though imprecise town that cant help but make me recall seaside resort towns everywhere. In places, this could be Delray Beach, Florida, if Delray Beach had the ruins of a Roman amphitheatre and a Renaissance temple designed by Alberti (Gordon? Yes?) and they spoke Italian and had Vespas. I decide to locate the venue, called the Velvet. I have asked at the hotel where Via Sant Aquilina can be found, and Andrea, the night desk clerk, thinks I am quite mad to want to go all the way out there. Andrea doesn't know the half of it. Its practically in San Marino, he says distastefully, naming the worlds oldest and smallest republic, or so it claims. He shows me on the map, noting that where I want to go is actually OFF the map. Advises me to go sempre diritto and count semáfori and then bear right when I am nearly to San Marino. His directions are perfect, and I find the club far out a winding, gently climbing road in the middle of green country planted with vines and fruit trees. I am glad that I am researching it early. The shows not really IN Rimini at all. Its practically not in Italy. I can see the wee republic which the Velvet is almost in gazing down on the place from its eyrie. I am also glad that I have a car, and wonder how those arriving without are supposed to locate Belle & Sebastian out here in the bush. I am vexed that I was unable to make arrangements with those from the list who wrote me about meeting up, and dont know whether they are independently mobile or not. Hope so. Since Im halfway there, I decide to visit the Republic of San Marino. Pity they dont stamp your passport. Its a dramatic town/republic, though, beetling above the plains below on a craggy jut of yellow rock. Fortress towers grow organically from the cliffs. Tourists buy duty-free counterfeit perfume and truffle liqueur. I spend the day crawling around the 13th-through-17th century fortifications and admiring the tenacity of the wind in its efforts in still trying to knock these towers down after all these centuries of abject failure in that department. From the highest point in the republic, a tower raised in 1253, I can see the Adriatic sparkling under a springy blue sky just tinged with sea haze out towards Dalmatia. During my brief visit to the republic, two out of the three people with whom I conduct business either try to or succeed in swindling me--I later realise I am shorted two Euros in my purchase of an entry to the castle, and when I tank up, the petrolero tries to take me for ten, but I am too canny. This might explain why Struans mention of the San Marinesi a few hours later at the gig draws forth vehement booing from the largely Bolognese crowd. The Velvet is a complete disaster, from a liability underwriters point of view. But it is a small place, and I am delighted to be there fairly early and so I get very close to the stage, which is low and small in any case. I am about three metres from the edge of the stage, directly in front of Stuarts microphone, when the band take the stage. I am shocked at Struans appearance; he has aged sixty years since I saw him in Edinburgh less than two weeks ago! Though elegant and dapper in a neat suit and tie, he is bowed with age, and his grey beard reaches to his chest. He is so frail he can barely hobble out onto the stage as the band plays The Green, Green Grass of Home. Can this possibly be the same man reportedly spotted jogging through Rimini this very morning? But it IS Stuart Murdoch. He is attended tenderly by a lovely blonde in a nurses uniform, a striking young woman who bears a certain resemblance to Isobel. She supports his right arm, as the cane in Stuarts left hand shakily seeks purchase among the cables and gizmos duct-taped to the stage. She gently maneuvers him to the piano bench and he wearily takes a seat as the band round out their sentimental old-age ballad. Removing their disguises, Isobel and Stuart take their places as the band launch into a rollicking Theres Too Much Love. Stuart dances like a maniac. Great start to a fantastic gig. Set List in its (I think) entirety; please bear with my comments: Green, Green Grass of Home as indicated above Theres Too Much Love (ditto). Here I develop some misgivings about volume level problems as reported following the London show last week; Isobel is gesturing frantically for more microphone volume. Her cello is not producing at all, and she waves the bow above her head, pointing, up! She gives up, and slouches on the piano bench, petulantly banging a tambourine against her knee. Le Pastie de la Bourgeoisie--Volume issues resolved. Pete Townsend leaps from Stevie. Isobel not sulking. Im Waking Up To Us--beautiful strings. Interlude while Stuart reads prepared Italian greetings. Stevie manages an unscripted Buena Sera, to which Stuart remarks, I think thats a bit more like Spanish. Stevie replies, yeah, well I heard there might BE some Spanish in the audience tonight. Sorry we didnt manage to meet up, Maria Sierra Florez. String Bean Jean (restrained, but not quiet) Seymour Stein The Spanish-sounding one from Storytelling, fandango handclapping. (This audience is VERY into handclapping along, by the way, even preventing Bob from properly doing the actual handclaps later when they play TWATTYBUS.) My Wandering Days Are Over The Model (which Stuart jokes, over the harpsichordy beginning, this is a song by Kraftwerk.) SOARING strings. Improv bit with Stevie wailing on a harmonica and Bob yanking reggae-esque chords while Stuart chills and drinks water. Then Stuart asks Stevie if he thinks he could sing Rock Me, Baby. Stevie seems taken aback, but Stuart points out that he did a fine job with it doing karaoke recently. Question: can the collective you think of anything more entertaining than doing karaoke with those two? Let me know. So Stevie puts his whole soul into this turgid seventies dreck, transforms it, rocks it, writhes like Robert Plant. For any who cant quite place this song, Ill sing a bit: TAKE me in your arms, And ROCK me baby Oooh, rock me baby Thats about it. Recognise it now? Continuing: Simple Things The Boy with the, well, you know Fox in the Snow. To the audience: Fox in the Snow is NOT a clap-along-friendly tune. Family Tree Get Me Away From Here, Im Dying Lazy Line Painter Jane, also restrained, low-key--but nice The Wrong Girl--this song always makes me think of Buenos Aires, where my listee friend Carlos took me to see a band called Bristol, who played this as an encore (also Bigmouth Strikes Again) Ah. Nostalgia. Carlos, ¿te has perdido, por donde andás? Dirty Dream #2 If my notes are correct, what happened next was: (Pause) (Then) WALL OF SOUND, face-slammingly loud and energetic out-tro from LLPJ, completely making up for the restrained muted Monica-Queenless version a few minutes before. At this point Struan expresses the plaintive wish that some fans could come up on the stage and dance. He selects one Francesca and pulls her up, and the band close, as in Edinburgh, with a LOUD, BRIGHTLY LIT and super-psychedelilicious version of Legal Man. This is indescribable, so I wont, but it is a wonderful closer. There are no encores, but I leave highly satisfied, passing within two metres of Isobel as I exit the venue. I leave her alone. She looks spent. To the short girls I gallantly helped to the front at Stuarts behest. Youre welcome. Here ends the content portion of this text. Sunday, 14 April: like Belle & Sebastian concerts, long weekends must end, and so I must head back to Slovenia. But Sunday is a gorgeous day, warm, sunny, with enough lofty sea clouds to keep it interesting, so I spend some daylight time on the beach, watching ornate kites spar and sailboats sail. Quitting Rimini, too cheap to buy a map that extends this far south, I am left to follow signs to find my way back onto the map whose southern limit is about two hours north. I am determined to avoid the road I came down, a clogged artery, and head for the autostrada instead; longer distance, but surely quicker. Memo to myself: do not follow signs in Italy. With all due respect to our Italian listees (non mi odiare, Silvietta), following signs is the surest way of guaranteeing that I will NOT end up at the place indicated on the sign. Maybe its me, but I generally have a good sense of direction and am an attentive driver. The signs promise Ferrara. They deliver Ravenna. They offer Padova; I find myself in Marina Romea, and on the bloody SS309 again, the road Id vowed to avoid! Ive been driving for two hours and am not even back on my damned map yet. The scenery is good, though. Throughout my efforts to locate the main route north I am sailing through fertile farmland in the full embrace of spring. Intensely green fields of young grain, immense orchards of blossoming fruit and nut trees, and vines vines vines, planted with such design that looking sideways at them as I speed by creates a strobe effect, looking down intersecting corridors between the rows, an effect increased by pressure on the accelerator until I worry about an epilectic seizure and think I might keep my eyes on the road. I want to pull off and accost some ancient on a bicycle: what are these crops? Are those apricots? Is that wheat? It makes me think of Saskatchewan, and how the farmers put up signs so you know what kind of future foodstuffs you are bypassing. CANOLA says a small placard dwarfed by an endless sea of yellow. In Alberta you can drive for hours and see nothing but sunflowers and signs that say SUNFLOWERS, somewhat unnecessarily, actually. Here there are no signs indicating cash crops, but decaying stucco barns house barnswallows who joust with my windshield. Few things can put joy in my heart like watching a swallow swoop, particularly the morning after a B&S show, I am finding. But in the end, its back to the SS309 for me. Elated and defeated, I stop in a café/fueling opportunity and drink a coffee, looking out toward the sea and the clouds growing anvil-heads. Though the sun is hot, it is snowing here in Marina Romea. Closer inspection reveals that the snow is actually massive amounts of spring tree-stuff; not pollen, but that cotton-wool stuff that some trees seem to send out into the breeze as some sort of bid at asexual reproduction. Is there a term for this material? Any botanists on Sinister? The air is full of it, and the stuff collects in drifts against the sleeping café bulldog. I inhale it, and it bothers my throat for the rest of the ride back to Nova Gorica. But before I continue north I must make a decision regarding disposition of my dwindling supply of Euri; a proper meal or enough cash-on-hand for essentials, such as more coffee, a newspaper in a language I can decipher, tolls, and Red Bull. In the end, I opt for the placebo effect of the chemical strawberry tang. P.T. Barnum was right. The SS309 is a schizophrenic road; it cant decide if it is autostrada or Main Street of a thousand little towns. Teutonic engineering marvels bear down on my rear-view mirror like they want to emboss my bumper with the Bavarian coat of arms, Mercedes stars, or the four linked rings of the dreaded Audi. My Golf can move along, but the situation is not helped by a speedometer stuck forevermore on 140. Caught up in this German slipstream, I come upon surprise traffic lights Christ! is that thing RED and pedestrian crossings in the middle of nowhere. Crossing the gigantic Po I feel the air temperature drop noticeably. Clouds build and consolidate toward the head of the Adriatic. Eventually Venice appears, and after that its all autostrada to the border crossing. I am miffed that the Slovene police, so recently my nemesis, wave me through without even looking at my passport, let alone the gigantic hologramatic new visa which finally allows me to enter their country legally. Back. Every Euro, every kilometre covered, well worth it. JDS Conectate a Internet GRATIS con Yahoo! Conexión: http://conexion.yahoo.com.ar +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Reporting Back - Big Gay Paree
by David Moore 14 Apr '02

14 Apr '02

Hi All, Chris/Cabbage has unsubbed for a while, but sent me this to forward (sorry its a bit old now - my fault entirely): > last night was amazing, it reaffirmed my love of the band, imagine the > Brixton academy all seated and full of non-twee people rapt with attention > and very enthusiastic. > > I have random thoughts that I wrote down last night plus full wardrobe > listing, here they are: > > > stuart - white tshirt with Stuart on front, he claims to have had it since > he was twelve, does some announcements in poor french > > bob - elvis t shirt I think we've seen before > > Stevie - white long sleeve t with horizontal stripes, sings in the style of > elvis costello > > bel - E says she's lost weight, wearing short dress and knee high boots, > looks lovely in fact > > Sarah - no voice (is replaced by the lovely Dervilagh on backing for legal > man) stripey jumper > > Chris - grey t-shirt, says "defense de fumer" when Stuart takes a cigarette > off someone, waves frantically when piano comes in too loud in sleep the > clock around > > Richard, v. quiet, dark t-shirt > > Mick, dark blue shirt "looks gorgeous as always" says Elena > > hmmmm, other things..... > > the kids got on stage for a wee while, a girl did the speaking bit from dd2 > not quite right, in franglais. > > the audience reall were rapt, it was amazing to see. > > Stuart fines the band in Euros now Ally Cook uses Hardy verbs shocker! (and is insane) I can Report Back on his arting in his sleep after next weekend. None of you lot went to see Ant last night, silly. All the more room for me though. You could still go next Saturday, mind. Love, David Moore Chelmsford, UK +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: do you remember when, we used to sing, sha la la la la la la la la la ti da
by Grainne Lynch 14 Apr '02

14 Apr '02

Hello, it's been a while. So, Belle and Sebastian played Brown Eyed Girl in Edinburgh. My absolute favourite song. I am so insanely jealous of everyone who was there to hear it. I thought it would be a perfect song to play in Belfast last year, suitable because Van Morrison is from the North, and because I would have been there to hear it. I'm a little disappointed in the band for playing it somewhere else. I feel betrayed! Of course, they could make it up to me by coming to play at Witnness. (Witnness - two day festival on a racecourse near Dublin) The band could even stay with me. I'm sure I could find beds/sofas/floors for 13+ people. I'd have to throw my family out on the street, but I'm sure they'd understand! So how about it? Othe.r festivals are coming up - ATP is next week, and some of you are going, right? Will you do me a favour and look out for Pez t-shirts, as modeled by your man on No Disco last week. If you see anybody wearing them, they will probably be one of the Warlords of Pez, so point and laugh, tell them Pez are you (second) favourite band, shout obscenities, and don't tell them I sent you! You can also see the Pez logo here: http://www.warlordsofpez.com (Slightly evil content, beware) The video will be here soon: http://www.teamdaddy.com And while I'm linking stuff, there are photos of the Belfast gig here: http://www27.brinkster.com/gralyn2/index.html Thanks to everyone who has been sending gig reviews and interviews and stuff, they're all much appreciated. Gr�inne. See Dave Matthews Band live or win a signed guitar http://r.lycos.com/r/bmgfly_mail_dmb/http://win.ipromotions.com/lycos_02020… +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: on novel writing, the joys of waldo and that gig
by Christopher Johnson 14 Apr '02

14 Apr '02

Hi guys, not that i'm a frequent poster or anything but I thought i'd been lurking in the shadows a little too long. Preperations are continuing for my assult on California. Thanks to everyone who mailed me about UCSB and the surrounding area, i can't wait for the exchange and its been great hearing of all the cool stuff you guys have been filling me in on. I do hope there'll be a picnic sometime while i'm over. (To anyone puzzled i've been lucky enough to get on an exchange to carry out a year of my history degree in Santa Barbara. How i'll cope leaving the sunny climes of south west scotland! if you live in the area please do introduce yourself) I thought the edinburgh gig was pretty special. The band seemed really way more focused and serious than they had been the previous times i saw them but it was still really fun. Some of the set lists coming in from elsewhere in Europe sound amazing though. has anyone on the list gone to the extreme of following the entire tour? That would be awesome. It would be cool to hear what was the best, surrealist, hippest etc. moments of the tour. I wonder if enough crazy stories will materialize over time for the tour to take on the same sort of mythical status early rolling stones tours had, or if theres been a show shambolic enough to rival Joy Division at Preston. I was assigned to do a report of the Usher hall gig for my student newspaper but its really difficult. I guess i should try to be objective but i've really no idea what a B&S show must mean to someone who casually likes them. i'm afraid any report i do come up with would read like a teenebopper at a smash hits tour. Also while i'm thinking too, thanks to Michael and Lindsey (I think) who were so good as to share a taxi ride with me to the gig from Waverly station. I'd like to nominate them for sinister members of the month, it was really good of you cheers. On Michael's recommendation i got the Monica Queen album which is just perfect for lying in bed reading before sleep. I'm currently reading Gutterson's short story collection "The counrty ahead of us, the country behind" or whatever. Its really good but so similar to Raymond Carver its a little uncanny. I was trying to work out what length the average novel was with my flatmate and he reckoned about 40,000 words. So should this be the case, assuming you had enough prolific days to draft and ammend 1000 words a day, it would only take 40 days to write one. So theres a challenge for anyone with an idea. Best one wins a big doughnut or bun of your choice! What actually consititutes a cake by the way? being a model of domesticity i recieved a 20 pence off cakes voucher with my tesco clubcard. So i went to the general cake area and bought some smartie cookies and caramel shortcake and when i got to the till it wouldn't accept the coupon. How literaly am i expected to take these vouchers? alright cookies are debatable but caramel shortCAKE? weird eh? moving on... So on hearing Rolling Stone's announcement that the Velvet's White Light/white heat was the coolest album ever i naturally had to attain it. not to dissapointed either, what a legend Waldo is. Here is a man who encapsulates all those naive qualities of young romance and dying for the cause. A martyr for a better cause you'll be hard pressed to find and i would dearly like to see some greater recognition of his efforts. Maybe we should shut all business and cease working for a morning to honour this. I hope i'm not mortally offending anyone with these queen mother references but when tesco shut its doors the other morning i was a little suprised. And as a lecturer pointed out it did beg the question what were republicans with bare cupboards meant to do? Your guess is as good as mine. well work beckons, so i'll be off. best wishes Christopher _________________________________________________________________ Send and receive Hotmail on your mobile device: http://mobile.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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