April 2002 - Sinister - missprint.org

Sinister: Love of language, interest in character and sense of theatre.
by Kieran Devaney 09 Apr '02

09 Apr '02

Dear Sinister, Today I was reading Careless Talk Costs Lives the music magazine that held the interest of more than a few people here when it first came out, because Stuart Murdoch was allegedly in it. Normally I shy away from the music press entirely, or, more specifically, I shy away from buying the music press entirely, since Im often to be seen shiftily reading the review sections of Q, Uncut, NME, The Wire and others in shops, without ever having the intention of buying. In fact, in a move that screams too much time on your hands I sometimes read half the reviews that interest me from a copy of Q in, say, HMV, before putting it back and nipping down to WH Smiths to read the other half. In doing that, I get to read all the reviews I want without loitering without intent in either shop. But to say that such activities were motivated by having too much time on my hands would be false, since usually when I do that, there are a thousand other, more important things I should be doing. Id like to say my aversion to the music press is motivated by a political or artistic gripe that the NMEs traditional fare of hyping bands to the point where they inflate like shiny, heart shaped helium filled balloons into premature rock ascendancy, and then proleptically (Microsoft Word seems to think proleptically isnt a word, but it has been proven wrong in the past), claim that they, the NME, never really thought all that much of them in the first place. Id like to say that, and I do think that, to a degree. Id also like to say that my aversion stems from their penchant for guitar music make by pretty white boys over all else has been detrimental to the growth of other musical genres, at least in terms of sales, that their reviews and features are based in fashion and sensationalism, rather than telling us something useful about the band or record in question, that they are continually changing their minds about who its ok to like and who it isnt, that their tastes are infinitely conservative until the avant garde they so frequently deride and sneer at, comes up with something they actually like, at which point they take it on board like an old friend theyd known for years (e.g. the new Jim ORourke record). Id like to be able to say all of that, and I do think that, to a degree, but my main reason for not buying any magazines (though I read a few reviews online for free), is firmly cash based. Thats right kids, its art vs. commerce, and commerce always wins (a bonus point if you can name the reference). But Ive digressed, as I inevitably do, I didnt actually buy this copy of Careless Talk Costs Lives it was borrowed to me by a friend some days ago, though lord knows why he bought it, he doesnt listen to any of the bands in it, which is probably why he hasnt asked for it back its the one with the blurry, grainy photograph of the Dirtbombs singer on the front anyway. And reading it made me remember why I dont dip into music magazines all that much for the most part their feature on said Dirtbombs was, for example, appalling in its sycophancy, I thought, a sprawl of catch-all terms like raw visceral fun and essential even. Now dont get me wrong, I happen to quite like The Dirtbombs, Ive even got their new album, I liked their live thing for John Peel, but this feature was the kind of lazy dross that reminded me of when I used to read the NME the very fact that The Dirtbombs are getting radio play now, them being a years old garage rock combo is a prime example, perhaps, of just how much UK audiences are enamoured with The Strokes, The White Stripes et al, how The Dirtbombs, who as I understand it have been ploughing the same furrow for years, not worrying at all about success or any of that, feel about suddenly being en vogue, suddenly being part of the musical zeitgeist, was not addressed. Instead it was four or five tiresome pages of the bands rock and roll excesses and how great they are. Pity. It got worse though, as I read on, Careless Talk Costs Lives thinks enough of itself to frequently slag off rival publications, most frequently The NME and The Wire, which annoyed me really it called The NME a mouthpiece for authority and The Wire pretentious, both of which, I suppose, are fair enough criticisms, perhaps not ones I myself would use because I think you have to appreciate that both magazines are made for a certain demographic, and with that in mind, they dont do all that badly. It does sound a bit silly though, coming from another music mag, especially one that, content-wise, seems to sit between the two, featuring bands that are a bit more leftfield than the ones that make the NME, but ignoring anything that might be jazz or modern classical or improvised. And it also sounded a bit silly when Careless Talk employed a style not that dissimilar to its hated rivals, so we got some snotty NME fawning sensationalism in the Dirtbombs article, coupled with some Q style this is what (dad)rock is all about type stuff, as well as the classic witty NME perfunctory put-down, I believe chief careless talker Everett True reviews the new Lee Scratch Perry record simply with the word whatever. How fantastically punk rock of him. But there was also the kind of snotty, Wire style pretension in lots of the reviews, as well as the laborious, Wire style laborious, strained, blokey type reviews in abundance. I wasnt much impressed really. Another qualm was their continual derision of Radiohead, but there wasnt any substance to it (they do it to a couple of other bands too, but Radiohead came up the most times I think). I like Radiohead, but I certainly dont think theyre infallible, and Im yet to see a serious piece on their failings, glib put-downs just dont cut it, surely a magazine that wants to rise above the NMEs pettiness should be avoiding such witless quips, they just arent going to convince anyone. Their dislike for Radiohead seemed to be solely based on the fact that the band were successful, and again, surely a magazine that wants to rise above the NMEs pettiness should be avoiding the frankly stupid assertion that being in the charts = being crap. I think the idea of the magazine is a return to the DIY aesthetics and realness of fanzines, but in reality it seemed to occupy a territory that has the worst bits of fanzines (unexplained dislike for certain bands, fabulous praise for others, sneering, hints that the writers think theyre the coolest people on earth), combined with the worst bits of the bigger magazines. Not a fun read at all really. I certainly wont be buying it in the future, not that I bought it this time, but still I wrote that a while ago, but neglected to send it, I think because it contains too much negativity, and I thought I needed to balance it out with something a bit more upbeat. The new edition of Careless Talk has since come out and I believe it has the sprightly Conor Oberst, of Bright Eyes fame on the cover. I hastily glanced through it yesterday in HMV, and had a quick read of an email interview they did with Hefner, one or two things struck me about the article, firstly, that the writer accused Hefners competition of being either too old (Pulp), or too shit (Belle and Sebastian). Now not only is this the kind of childish dig I was bemoaning earlier, but this article is followed directly (on the same page even) with a piece written by none other than Stuart Murdoch! Perhaps they arent all that keen on Stuarts writing and are trying to get him to quit, or perhaps this is Careless Talk at its fiery best, with diverse and even contradictory opinions vying for space, a truly multi-faceted publication. Whichever, putting the two articles together like that did strike me as churlish, and if I were Stuart I might be a bit offended. The other, and probably more important thing that struck me about the Hefner article was an acute sense of déjà vu Im sure Ive read it somewhere before on the net, and I remembered that when (if?) I read it before; the interesting bit of the article is Darren Hayman talking about his song writing technique. Darren regards himself as a professional writer, you see, writing is his job, and that his songs come from lots of hard work rather than flashes of inspiration. This did disappoint me a bit, because it takes the magic away from Hefners songs, we expect people we admire to be spontaneous and brilliant all the time - as they are in whatever it is we admire them for (perhaps this is what celebrities mean by the pressures of fame), and rarely do we acknowledge the toil that has gone into their art. I always pictured Darren, post coital, scribbling his grubby thoughts on the back of a taxi card with a chewed biro, another paean to being unable to distinguish between love and sex. Seeing the real truth in front of me - that he probably spends more time sat in front of a piano, notebook in hand than he does chatting up girls, was odd, we want our rock stars to live the dream dont we? And although if, prior to reading the article, I wouldve really thought about it, I would have admitted to myself that a lot more work went into Hefner songs than youd think, having Darren himself admit it is like him breaking the magicians code. Two more, similar images have entered my head whilst I was thinking about all that, both from comedians incidentally, the first is from me reading an article about Harry Hill, it might have been an interview with his wife actually, and she was saying that he spends hours and hours every day on his comedy, that he has books of the stuff, a whole room full of books on comedy and comedians. And though Id always thought that there was a sort of deliberateness to Harry Hills stuff, seeing it put like that somehow makes his comedy less funny because half the reason we enjoy stuff like that is that it seems spontaneous. The other thing I was thinking about was a TV thing I saw, which had Paul Whitehouse (of Fast Show fame), and he was saying that he hardly ever laughs at comedy anymore, since he became a comedy writer, that sometimes hell see things and hell be able to say Yeah, thats funny. In a detracted sort of way, but comedy no longer affects him as it used to. I found this terribly sad, that the thing he loves has been changed because of his knowledge of the process involved in creating it because he is so involved with this process, he is no longer able to fully enjoy the end product as much, or in the same way. I found this terribly sad, and I believe it was Oscar Wilde who wrote: Yet each man kills the thing he loves. And how true that is. But Darren Hayman, Harry Hill and Paul Whitehouse must have all thought, naively as I do that genius is not, to drag out the old cliché, 99% perspiration and 1% inspiration, but something more ethereal, that the universal truths that art strives for must be plucked from the air, rather than diligently laboured over. God, thats depressing isnt it? I promised something more upbeat didnt I? Well that comes in the form of all singing, all dancing, guitar jousting folk hipsters Belle and Sebastian, who I saw in London whenever it was, about this time last week. Lots of people have written well about the gig, so I wont go on about it too much, except to say that it was great and everything despite a few songs not coming off too well, blah blah blah. I was quite surprised though, when I got inside the venue, that it had been described, on more than one occasion as soulless since it actually wasnt too bad, certainly a vast improvement on the bland, squat Birmingham version of the academy. On the way there I met a medical student called Dave who was a bit lost like me, and once we got inside we shouted over the records that were playing enough for me to learn that he didnt recognise records by Hefner, The Velvet Underground, The Magnetic Fields or some others who Ive forgotten he didnt know all that much about music, which left me with very little to talk to him about, he didnt recognise String Bean Jean or the Only Ones song at the end either, nice guy though. I completely forgot to ask him if he was on the list though, I doubt it, since he completely forgot to ask me either. I had a lovely time anyway, and cheers to Hannah again for letting me stay at her gaff (I quite like the word gaff). Ill be off then - Kieran p.s. Kudos to whoever is taking Sinisters collective meanderings and relaying them back to us in the form of haikus, clever that, very Warholian. _________________________________________________________________ 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. 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Sinister: Have You Got A Light Mac?
by David Moore 09 Apr '02

09 Apr '02

Hi All, 3 a.m. MORAY PLACE I decided not to post. About gigs & stuff, I mean. Because I did already. Way into the wee hours of last Tuesday morning, excited past sleep. It was good. Rewritten to perfection. Better version followed improved, peaking at one point like Longfellow, pounding like Hiawatha. Then in the style of early Tolkein. But it was all in my head. Only in my head. Gone now. Except for Usher Hall Sarah holding large sheets of paper with the lyrics to Vans singalong classic, casting them aside like so many Subterranean Homesick Blues. Brixton Academy Stru-anne during Im Waking Up To Us the chapter is closed: lifts his hands up, a book in charades, snaps the volume shut. THE QUEENS CHILD How is Ailsa like Rumplestiltskin? Hmmmm. Is it because she screeches like a banshee during the closing part of a Belle And Sebastian concert? No, that would make her like Sweetie. So it must be that like that fairy tale character she got so carried away that she stamped her foot so hard into the ground that her whole leg went in. Luckily there the similarity ended, because she didnt grab the other leg & pull herself in two. Do I win a prize, Ms Alder? :) KEN CHU IS NEARLY A CULT 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: bla bla bla bla bla bla
by Stefano S. 09 Apr '02

09 Apr '02

hello sinisters long time no posting and being recently double nursed and attended to my first B&S gigs as well as picnic a few days ago before arriving herein Holland.... nice day for tulipans.. actually it is not the proper season yet but they wouls sping out in days, that's what local say and we have to trust them, don't we? anyway ducks and channals are fine enough if you ca survive the 100 km/h speed cycling needed to be home every night. I know It's completly content less, and that's problay why I haven't posted for a while... just to say it was great to spend a sunny aftrnoon with all the other sinsiters in the park in the hope of see and hear for you soon take care stefano +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Wanking alone
by Kenneth P Y Chu 09 Apr '02

09 Apr '02

For some reason I find being patronised very amusing, in the UK (UK = United Kingdom) there's an advert for this new shaving device from Gilettes (Gilettes - the best a man can get), that has THREE blades in one so that you don't need as many strokes to get a clean shave, and thus will suffer less of the irritation. The advert spends half a minute explaining this fact, together with a diagram showing how the three blades can be used to cut things, like facial hair, resulting in less strokes required, and thus less irritation. At the end of the commerical, to top it all off, the narrator summerised by saying: "Three blades, less strokes, less irritation" repeatly. It was great, it's almost as much patronising fun as listening to the narrative of P.C.A. (P.C.A. = Police Camera Action). Driving wildly down the road, you might end up in Somerset for the Glastonbury festival this year, where B+S (B+S = Belle and Sebastian) are to be playing! I wasn't going to go but now I'm tempted, the two years I didn't go despite huge temptation saw me missing Radiohead, REM and David Bowie. I don't know if I can bare missing it this year. (REM = Rapid Eye Movement) Mark C (C = Casarotto) was angry about some recent hasty e-mails concerning Mr Stu(art/ran)/Struan, and in the process raised a very valid point: >>...just like the baseless and incomprehensible worship of Ken Chu stuck.<< I too, for a long time, have been struggling to comprehend all of the fondness toward humble little me, and I do agree that really, the baseless worship should stop, as I'm sure it's not only Mark who's getting annoyed. However, the BASEFUL parts of the worships should carry on! Especially worships based on CRUSH VOTES for KEN! mmmhm! Or maybe FREE BOOZE for KEN! To summerise: 1) being patronised can be fun 2) i shouldn't miss glastonbury this year 3) send ken crush vote. 4) send ken free booze. crush votes and RB (RB = Red Bull) Ken p.s.: hannah brown said: >>...i was in a convertable with the lovely Isobelle,<< It's ISOBEL! p.s.2: I was joking during p.s.1 p.s.3.: (p.s. = postscript) p.s.4.: Now that all of the B&S Treasure Hunt trophies have been found, I wonder if the answers to the treasure hunt clues will be revealed any time soon. _________________________________________________________________ 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: Reporting Redux
by Stephen Hewitt 09 Apr '02

09 Apr '02

ello babies so basically take bits other ppl have said and say other things agreeing or disagreeing, including "MAN BOOBS" at one point (also plugging)(also also using the word "also" too much): jo perry: So. The point is, after all the Brixton debate its good to take yourself back to the root of your affections for the beloved B&S. Which is what i was thinking, I was thoroughly depressed after wednesday's show, as i thought it was lacklustre and not particularly exciting and forgetting words is neither big nor clever and swing my cock around was atrocious and LLPJ - MQ = pointless, and I thought, "maybe that's it, maybe the love affair is over", but then yesterday i was on the bus to london and listening to 369, DOW and FISHYCLAP and i felt much much better, and i think i'm happy again now thank you :) Also, if you were at the gig and you look like nick dastoor and some random drunken fool came up to you and said "hello dear" and then wandered off again, that will have been ME, but it's your fault for looking like Nick Dastoor (it should be pointed out however that i had been told not thirty minutes earlier that ND would NOT be at the gig, so maybe it was the bouze). Idles: It was Stuarts pecs I was more taken by. Phwoarr!!! *licks lips, bounces knee up and down, makes wolf whistles, and general other cartoon-like behaviour* from where i was standing on wednesday (and it might just have been the lighting) they looked far more like MAN BOOBS!!! although he's still as thin as a rake... Maddy: So, our favourite wandring mistrels are taking themselves to Glastonbury to spread a little love. Hmmm. I wonder who will be dedicated and hardy enough to follow them? Not I, for one. If you're going, do remember to pack hat, scarf, super noodles, contraceptive devices various and sherry. It's a jungle out there, kids. Loads of us are going to Glasto, look we all live here: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/siniglasto/ come and play, innit! also i reckon it's going to be a muddy one this year so bring yer wellies. also also, anyone having sex at glasto is a sick sick pervert. also also also, on a factual point, it's a field not a jungle... Lucy Alder: ps. What do Ailsa Watson and Rumplestiltskin have in common? I need to know the answer to this. now. xoxo CarsmileSteve +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 Tree * A Rock * A Cloud
by Youn Noh 09 Apr '02

09 Apr '02

The only way I can be close to you is through your songs. Well, that's nothing to complain about. See, I met this couple and they made me think of the sleeve notes to 'Love Is A Sign'. A passenger in their car. The streets of Oslo in winter. A guest in their flat. Anticipating garden parties in summer. No geezer crying into his beer in a Wetherspoon's pub could write a song as coquettish, as positively flirty, as Number 4. So the Reverend Beebe said of Lucy Honeychurch, "If she ever lives as she plays, it will be very exciting." No, let her play. See, it's already in the archives: > I seem to recall that Henri Bergson once said: > 'If reality could immediately reach our senses and our > consciousness, if we could come into direct contact > with things and with each other, probably art would be > useless, or rather we should all be artists...' > > (Actually this is from the canonical essay 'Laughter', > from around 1899.) He laughed and showed his white teeth. I can't believe that he ever smoked. Their shadowed intimacy... and and sweetness! Still, I had emerged from Euston station, on a quest of my own, and had walked rapidly in a southerly direction. The term was over, but there were still students hanging around, faculty or staff on their way home. No photos permitted. No tricks, no sleights of hand. Susan Sontag writes, "[...] W.G. Sebald [...] by seeding his books with photographs, infuses the plainest idea of verisimilitude with enigma and pathos." I don't believe in this. The streets look different when you're not there. (Would I even see them if you were?) So when I visit them alone, 'verisimilitude' is not what I'm after. I'm weaving my own dreams. The reader will not understand. Might as well make a book of boring postcards, without captions. (In that Parr exhibition, I realized that nostalgia is what saves kitsch from vulgarity.) The titles say plenty. One could walk past without knowing it. 'SOAS' is loud enough, but no 'SEH'. The quiet corner of a building. I seem to remember red brick and perhaps stone lions' heads. A significant history, of which I know nothing. They say Russell was a posh aristocrat. Student magazines. The future of the Trevelyan collection. I read the article at the bus stop. It put me in mind of freshman courses on composition--the careful exposition. This is no criticism: as you can see, I have enough trouble getting out of my own head. So I rolled it up into a telescope, into a baton, waving it in the air to march in time back to Finsbury Park, where my hurried goodbyes betrayed my anxiety (or relief?) at parting. Cos, you see, it was almost too much to take in at once, so I lost my head and couldn't remember important facts, like names of venues and their discography. What I'm after is the disinterested phase in attraction, in which the significance of a reply is not weighed against the pleasure of the other's company. But I feel like that geezer in 'A Tree * A Rock * A Cloud': even kids can see through me. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Tax Center - online filing with TurboTax http://taxes.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: haikus revealed // week thirteen // two thousand and two
by ee fumblings 09 Apr '02

09 Apr '02

Hey everyone, A lot of this is old news. The first few paragraphs. Ditto here. Stop by for rice and curry if you're in the area. GREEN PARK tube is a big gate which leads into GREEN PARK. this is, well, green. And it took us a few moments, to realise it was Stuart Murdoch. Waking Up to Us various songs from the new soundtrack album thing. H, Stevie T and a host of other old skool siniboys and girls. I prod everyone "wasn't that Stuart?!" "Who? That old man?" they reply. I'm not trying to think or imagine. Then, I quite like it. OK. I spied Lorna from a distance, mingling with the Dundee posse. I like chris best, cause he's nice, and he smiled at me, which was nice too! hmm.. Belle and Sebastian have a new album out! here's a picture of it... I realised that was just because of the two girls on the cover. It looks like the one on the right is doing a bit of needlework. It's about time we get some street cred. with our record purchases. I've said I love you to countless chocolate bars, and not really meant it. As usual, they finished with Legal Man, but with a difference. He says, "Don't insult me" when I try to pay him for a lemonade. We talk about this all the time. It exhausts us and we keep talking. How could they do what they did, knowing that? We will all die soon enough. Some cause happiness wherever they go; others whenever they go. Sunnyset did. Mao was played: Hannah Brown threw the cards down in a huff. Sleep. Now, I'll make like a worried shepherd and get the flock out of here. I hadnt been too shy to go and talk to them. It made me feel sad. Sinister: Tori Spelling (like, a play on words, with Storytelling). I don't really care, I wouldn't have anything to do anyway... I'm not happy with my life, with my career, I'm not happy at all. I took a very hot bath on Tuesday night to make sure I would sleep. Numbers fell as time rolled on, but the hardcore few continued to play. I think she managed to get over things a lot faster than I did. Someone had a big Bing Crosby cap at the front, so I borrowed that. Nearly everything has been said about the UK bit of the tour now. Tuesday. Back to the notebook, it now being in EasyEverything. Thing is, one has one's own soul to reckon with at the end of the day. I talk about drink so no wonder he thinks I'm an alcoholic. DOWN TO YER KNEES IN TEN YEARS TIME! Knockers? more like clackers in a while. When are you coming down? Tell me when you do or I'll just get angry. Ok. am off to play buckaroo. That donkey is always bolting. What?! I thought you all had the EPs. If you don't, buy them now. I insist. I might post again shortly without being so arsey. Take care all. // ee // +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: And I will wear a badge to show my delight
by Madeleine McNeil 09 Apr '02

09 Apr '02

So, our favourite wandring mistrels are taking themselves to Glastonbury to spread a little love. Hmmm. I wonder who will be dedicated and hardy enough to follow them? Not I, for one. If you're going, do remember to pack hat, scarf, super noodles, contraceptive devices various and sherry. It's a jungle out there, kids. There has been much Reporting Back of gigs. I went to the Manchester show with my sister (not a fan, found the tweeness amusing), her fellow and Daveylicious, ex-sinister and member of the East Midlands Massive. It was good, but not that good, certainly not as good as when I saw them last summer. It was quiet, but then again, I was standing near the bar, at the back. I felt rather disconnected from it, but that's a churlish thing to complain of. The thing that really did piss me off was some ugly drunken hecklers standing next to me, shouting and generally making spanners of themselves. (And if you're on the list, I'm not sorry, you were a pain in the arse). I don't get it. Why do people spend quite a considerable amount of money to see a band and then spend the night drunk and abusive? No one's asking you to be there, drunk hecklers! No one's forcing you to shell out fifteen quid for a band you hate! I shall soon be joining the ranks of bookshop girls, as I have recently conned someone into employing me in his second hand bookshop. It has very few customers and smells funny. Great. My signature scent will become the odour of musty, well-loved old books and I will attract handsome clever boys and girls for whom this smell is an aphrodisiac. I can't harldly wait. It's the job I've always wanted, although I have recently been turning my sights toward long distance lorry driving. All that time alone to listen to records and audio books and all that huge lack of people. (was that a sentence, or was it butchery of the English language?). Question. Can the Americans amongst us please explain, in full lurid detail (or charming euphemism if you wish) what exactly first, second and third base are? I mean, I do know generally, but I want specifics. If someone sticks their hand up my top, what baseball euphemism would I use to describe it, if I were so inclined? Is there fourth base, or does it go to home run after third base? I am eager for knowledge. I have recently been extending my repetoire of places frequented on a night out. I have been gay clubbing, pretentious indie clubbing, down to earth indie clubbing and goth clubbing. All have been very amusing, but not for the right reasons, I'm sure. Clubbing either makes me feel like a teenager again, or like a slightly uncool auntie at a wedding. I always seem to miss the mark. Speaking of Marks, well done to Big Gay Mark C, on recent employment. A G&T to you next time we meet. Cheerio, petals. Madeleine xxxx PS I've been reliably informed that the 'I HEART KEN CHU' badges were my idea. Ooops. Sorry. I never thought I'd be in any way responsible for mass maths teacher worship. _________________________________________________________________ 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: not another picnic report (sort of)
by fiona 09 Apr '02

09 Apr '02

hey kids, so... i meant to report back about meetup / gig stuff that happened last week ages ago, but i've been busy failing job interviews and waiting for the plumber (who still hasn't come and we've had no hot water since last tuesday). it seems that everything there was to say has been said, but i'll just add that it would be wise to remember to never leave will haigh in a room alone with chewy sweets and dairylea...eugh. i also need to assert that mr c. geddes is the nicest man in the whole world, he spent a good ten minutes running round the appollo waving his laminate at anyone who would look in an attempt to get me and mat (who incidently was in the year above ben apps at school - fact!) past the bouncers and into the backstage area. once we were in it was something of a disappointment, i think keats would have muttered something about unheard melodies being sweeter, but then we clearly wouldn't be allowed into the really secret inner sanctum where struan keeps his drugs and whores. oh, i was quite determined not to make this another reporting back post as i've just read about fifty such things, so i'll just mention how after the gig i danced until i couldn't breathe anymore, and how much i ached in the morning. its also nice to have heard the chicken related story of what happened on the bus. i always miss the best bits. but there was serious drinking to be done and i secretly knew it would be just as cheap to get a taxi. some people said things in posts that i meant to comment on, but i've completely forgotten what any of them were which is always handy, so i'll leave you for now, love and humous, fiona. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Suckers, fuckers and stupid retards
by Astrid Wiezell 09 Apr '02

09 Apr '02

Hullo Sinister, It's been a while.. I'm at school now, doing boring stuff. Right now I have my english class, surely this must be counted as english? Ok, ok, I'm supposed to get some facts about Louisiana but I don't realy feel like it anymore. This was more fun. Yeah. I know I said I was going to post out the Stockholm giglist, and I will, but I just don't have it here right now.. It was one of the best nights of my life.. ahhh... Today, I haven't really done anything at all. I've been listening to my freestyle whilst having lessons, and I wrote a letter during my social sciences-class.Hee hee hee. And she strikes again.. uh.. man I'm such a nerd. I was thinking on printing that on a t-shirt, I'm a nerd. People in my school wouldn't get the fun of it and just go "huhuhuhuhuh, yeah, you are, huhuhuhuhhhuh" and think they're clever.. I'm going to England the first weekend of June, hurrah! London in fact, brilliant. I'm longing! Today I'm borrowing a digital camera from the school, for my own stuff, sites and bands and everything. I brought an interviewrecorder to the B&S gig, and I used the videocamera worht 10 000 crowns for recording my band and taking photo's and stuff. The schoolboard should just KNOW that I am probably the one using the school's things the most. And it's not even for schoolwork. I consider myself bad because of that..! Oh my god! Love, Astrid x _________________________________________s_p_r_a_y_ Här börjar Internet! Skaffa gratis e-mail och gratis Internet på http://www.spray.se Tävla och vinn med nya Coca-Cola Light i årets roligaste Quiz! http://quiz.spray.se/cocacola +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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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