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Sinister: sorry telling
by amy longcore 15 May '02

15 May '02

Amykins had a traveling mind Thought of all the people And took note of the shows in due time She was a lady in wait Her travel plans began to take shape Tickets, oh glory! And when Chicago wont come to you You beg, plead and borrow cars as you need to but all the roads you want are blocked with a rainy view if youre a bottom dweller you might think youre without friends or pity and you can push yourself up front for the show if you try it with vulgarity! Amy did get to detroit and stay But stevie didnt remember the question that she layed A birthday hello for her friend in chicago Was all that she wanted Did he think her sick, crippled, insane? Expressing the desire to hear stevie speak her name, Or was she really that lame? when youre a bottom dweller you might think youre without any class or sympathy but if your actions, dances and curves go with your hat youll get a smile from ree how will I finish this tale belles all Ive waited for and sebastian was pure art they played baby love and made it well worth the wait they were mighty good but some of it seemed like a dream, I hurt and belle and sebastian are far too cute for this earth Im just a bottom dweller Im not trying to relate To you, stevie If I believe its true That youre amazing And you arent a tease Im just a bottom dweller Im not trying to lay A guilt trip or be nasty If you believe me Then will you please Next time Play something just for me? p.s. gosh, i really hope you've all heard the song so you understand this "pastiche", as it were _________________________________________________________________ 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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Sinister: the thoughts of a wandering mind
by idleberry 14 May '02

14 May '02

i thought i ought to mail you, i;m sitting here feeling a bit mmm... thoughtful. you seem to get me here in different moods, sinisterettes. Right now, I'm sitting on the matress of my brothers bed, without any sheets on it. I've got the duvet pulled over my feet, and the laptop resting on the pillows. Theres a few little holes in my tights, threatening to develop into ladders. Theres one on the toe, where my second little toe on my left foot has its nail poking out. its a bit uncomfortable, so i guess i'll clip it later. My thigh is itchy, and i don't know why. At the weekend, I decided to start something I imagine most sinisterettes do as a matter of conduct, and started a diary. i kept a diary when I was 15, and starying to fancy indie boys for the first time. Its quite a hilarious read. well, i think it is. All the things I found S!H!O!C!K!I!N!G! When i was but a long haired 15 year old girl in straight vut jeans and checked shirts (with t shirt underneath) and cherry red doc marten boots. when there was a distinction between smash hits and NME, and Melody Maker was a text book i hoped i'd one day understand. And Vox and Select were manuals of indie.Of course, they weren't at all, I just thought they were, becuase like them pesky kids in the Lion the Witch and the wardrobe, i had found a secret garden in the back of Kansas. Just don't tell anyone cos I might get done for trespass. The diary thing seems to be helping my head at the moment. I talk a lot, but i think i forgot what my own voice sounds like. At least, i think when i've used it its to repeat the same things over and over and over again. And i think people are getting bored. i am. so my diary bears the brunt of my 23 year old teenage angst. I'm feeling a lot better after my heavy cold/ flu thing knocked me out last week. I still have a runny nose and sore throat. I saw the plans for the new Scottish parliament. Its looking quite good actually. I even saw where I'm sitting. I'm not telling you, becuase like the lephrichaun on the grassy troll, you might fire your water pistols at me. not that I'm important enoughfor you, but still, it might be amusing. i was listening to Jeff Buckley's version of Hallelujah while sitting on the bus today. Go off and listen to it and you'll end up in the mood I'm in now. :) ahhh. Love Kristin xxxxxxxxxxx ===== http://groups.yahoo.com/group/corduroysmoke/ starting playground gossip and passing notes __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? LAUNCH - Your Yahoo! Music Experience http://launch.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'm waking up to us of a (the reporting back has arrived)
by Kenneth P Y Chu 14 May '02

14 May '02

Dear Sinister, I think a lot of people find diary entry posts quite dull and uninspiring, so I'm going to hide* a REALLY REALLY REALLY FUNNY bit to this post to make it at least entertaining for its readers, so they don't get bored out of their heads. (* much like a TREASURE HUNT, if you catch my drift) KEN ARRIVES (knock knock) So on the saturday, after flying over places with amusing names such as "The Sleeping Bear Dunes", "Isabella Inidan Reservation" and "Kuujjuaq!", the plane took Ken over the endless landscape of rectangular blocks of houses and trees that is the city of Chicago. Chicago was vast and it was odd and I flew over a school that had a baseball and american football pitch and there was no soccer field to be seen, and the plane landed on O'hare airport. The plane had to drive itself over this bridge thing where cars drive past underneath, it was quite amusing. Soon after I was picked up onto a nice car by a nice girl and her mum, both with a very sweet accent. And it was a very exciting journey through the American roads. I was then delivered to the mansion house of my hostess of the week, who took me onto my first wandering of Chicagoland. In true Rock and Roll style, just hours later I was already in a PAR-TAY, and drank a deadly drink "Ground Control to Major Tang" which made the room float in a most peculiar way. KEN ADVENTURES (who's there) Over the next few days, I learnt of such words as "Soliciting", "Peddling" and "Loitering" whilst I was in America, and played Golf for the first time - I hit one shot that was as if I was Tiger Woods! On Cannabis. Other activities of the expressive arts involved bowling at an alley that you have to keep scores on a piece of paper and where you can win Free Bowling from the drunken, rock and roll quizzical owner, and of course there was KARAOKE! where one can sing to as high an octave to one's heart's desire! KEN DRIVES AND SEES B&S! (Hair) After a few episodes, Ken managed to rent a car and drives off Detroit-bound, in the slight hurry, and awe of the size of his engine he drove at a speed that was.. mildly over the speed limit. He almost had a heart attack when he read the sign at the back of this car he was about to overtake that said "Police" on it. But he slowed down in time and the police went away. Phew. Once got to the flaming streets of Detroit, Ken was saved by a delightful angel who used TWO of his spare tickets to help Ken get into the Detroit gig, he was a star, and he wasn't the only star that night, wow, what a good gig, I think was my exclamation after the Detroit gig. It was so nice, and the crowd were so enthusiastic, unlike some twats in Brixton who were obviously too cool for B&S but not clever enough to realise that they can maybe just fuck off. I got in just in time for Baby Love, missed the champaigne though, I didn't have my ID on me anyway, I wonder if the cops could have busted B&S for not checking IDs before handing out booze. I went to a PAR-TAY after the gig, ooo it was fun, and MICK AND STEVIE AND BEANS AND OTHERS were there! Oh yeah, and the beer was so tasty! It tasted like Ly-chee juice! Except with less alcohol contents. Later on that night we went back to a very kind host's house at a mystery town in Michigan. KEN CAFENICS AND SEES B&S! (Hair who?) The next day was a rainy day, and so there were no chances for football or croquet, but it was ok, because we had the pick-me-up café, where we would stay, and I ate an Eggs Benedict which was yum-may! It was good that many people turned up to play. I hope my rhyming wasn't too gay. "Wow, what a good gig" was exactly what I said after the Chicago gig, again, and this time in even greater volume. Since WOW, WHAT A GOOD GIG it was! They played all my favourite songs, almost all, and loads of the rare ones that they don't play ever, like Beyond the Sunrise! Haha no, but they did play Judy is a Dick Slap! During the show, someone shouted out a genius hackle.. A person asked "WHERE'S ISOBEL!!!" Stuart Murdoch said "She's.. gone... home!" Clever huh? Someone THEN shouted "BUMMER!" HA HA HA HA HA!! Pure genius! I helped a girl with the construction of her set list by telling her to Fuck this shit, and she just wrote it down and thanked me. The crowd were even more enthusiastic than the night before, and some people danced vigorously. Later on I went to a post-gig PAR-TAY, and drank beer from a keg! And rendezvoused with girls! And things! Then later on I was in bed with some canadian chick. Phwoar. KEN LEAVES CHICAGO (Hair today, gone tomorrow!) After visiting a greasy American diner, boosting table cloths with green and white checkered patterns, and discussions of whether Guacamole and Anthrax are in fact the same thing, it was time for Ken to make the sad journey to O'Hare airport. The Moldy Peaches were the sound track, and they sang goodbye to me, it was apt. I was hoping to catch a last glimpse of chicago just as the plane was leaving, but I guess fittingly, chicago just faded away into a windowful of whiteness as the plane soared above the clouds. With a savoury egg burito dinner as the only thing left to remind me of sweet chicago. KEN RETURNS (haha, so funny) After being flirted at by the air hostess, the plane landed near the villiages of twisting roads and fields and onto the heathrow airport runway. My parents are now back in the UK. I had to wait an hour in the rain for them, but I didn't mind, since I have kinda missed them. Now everytime I shut my eyes, I feel like I'm in Chicago and I could see those Green roadsigns hanging on the street lamps. They say time flies when you're having fun, but my one week in Chicago felt as long as a lifetime, yet I still had fun. Mainly due to all of you who were ever so lovely to me, you know who you are. And I hope to see you all again.. one day! Thanks for making a little boy so happy. Love and Red Bulls Ken P.S.: Refer to previous posts for the content of this P.S. P.S.2.: I was in the same cafe as the couple who got engaged through B&S! P.S.3.: I was in the same cafe as the CAKE who was given to B&S! P.S.4.: I HUGGED THE DANCING GIRLS WHO WERE ON STAGE WITH B&S!!! P.S.5.: I should stop boasting of my claims to fames. _________________________________________________________________ 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: Without a notion of a care, you'll wave two fingers in the air
by JENOWL22＠aol.com 14 May '02

14 May '02

Hewwo, Well guess what today was? It was a magical day, a day i've wanted to happen for so many years and years. It was my last day of school. That was it. No more (except when I have to go back for exams, but that doesn't count). I'm not a pupil of st brides high school. No more uniform, no more beatings in the school toilet, no more getting set on fire, no more getting acid poured on me, no more having my stuff all ruined, no more being told we're going to Hell, no more head injuries, no more hospitilisations, no more emergency surgery, no more ruptured internal organs, no more fashion police, no more getting spat on, no more girls with the orange faces and the hot pink lips, no more ritual humilliation, no more people putting their hand up my skirt, no more anything because it's over. And I made it out alive and anything. It was touch and go, but I managed not to actually die. They asked me if I wanted a year book. I said no, I had a nice seven inch scar and some permanant damage in my head to remind me of high school. Actually I just said no. I always thought when I left that I would do something really smart and clever, like, I don't know, hack all the school computers. But I never got round to learning how to hack, and in the end I just wanted to go quietly. Pretend it never happened. One of my friends signed my shirt, and she wrote, 'you don't have to be jafar any more, you can be jasmine any day'. This was cause, in primary school we used to play at Aladin, the disney film, and she was pretty with long black hair so she got to be Jasmine, but I always got left with Jafar, the baddie, because no one else wanted it. And I always wanted to be Jasmine more than anything. And she's right, I don't have to be Jafar any more. I can be anything now. Hugs, Jen +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: sissyfights in the playground
by Zoe Charaktinou 14 May '02

14 May '02

Hellooooooo! This is a very short post just to say about this game I found online and I thought people here might...urm...like it..yeap. It's called SiSSYFiGHT2000 and can be found at www.sissyfight.com It's the weirdest thing ever but it makes you feel good! Yeap! Go play now..mmm..okay I'll just give a few details on it. hmmm...this is what it says on the website: "SiSSYFiGHT 2000 is, like, an intense war between a bunch of girls who are all out to ruin each other's popularity and self-esteem. The object is to physically attack and majorly dis your enemies until they are totally mortified beyond belief. You'll never come out on top without making the right friends, so be careful who you're nice to. Because in the end, only the shrewdest will survive with their social status intact! SiSSYFiGHT 2000 is, like, an intense war between a bunch of girls who are all out to ruin each other's popularity and self-esteem. The object is to physically attack and majorly dis your enemies until they are totally mortified beyond belief. You'll never come out on top without making the right friends, so be careful who you're nice to. Because in the end, only the shrewdest will survive with their social status intact! "SiSSYFiGHT 2000 is, like, an intense war between a bunch of girls who are all out to ruin each other's popularity and self-esteem. The object is to physically attack and majorly dis your enemies until they are totally mortified beyond belief. You'll never come out on top without making the right friends, so be careful who you're nice to. Because in the end, only the shrewdest will survive with their social status intact!" So, you go there, dress your girl, pick a name and PLAY! urm..it's fun anyway... z. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: ?
by Genevieve Wesley 14 May '02

14 May '02

Where did my Canadian Tour Diary post go? It was SUPPOSED to come before the American one, all chronological like. Ack, I'll post it again later cos I have the setlists for those shows. I know some of you like that. The roadie was very nice, if you 'gie us a set list!' he throws it to you with a 'nae bother at t'all!'. Hurray for Winchburgh! _________________________________________________________________ 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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Sinister: My American Tour Diary
by Genevieve Wesley 14 May '02

14 May '02

Hello again. This is Part II. After a day off before the Detroit show I am dropped off to visit my grandparents in Troy. Grandparents are approaching 90 and don't get too see me so much so it was nice to see them for a bit, even though unfortunately I missed the Ann Arbor picnic. This too bad because in Michigan the weather was sunny, windy and gorgeous. Unlike in Chicago where there are flood warnings and no chance of a picnic. Feeling a bit nervous driving into Detroit because that's where my Papa grew up and insists on scaring me half to death with horror stories. It was fine though, apart from the bizarre steam rising from every sewer. Maybe it's more of a Dad thing to ensure proper behavior. Anyways, the State Theatre was absolutely gorgeous and very posh, incense in the girl's (painted pink!) bathroom. Plus, all the security guards called me "baby girl" which was nice. 10 May 2002 Detroit Fuck This Shit There's Too Much Love Woman's Realm Waking Up To Us Wandering Alone If You're Feeling Sinister String Bean Jean Seymour Stein The Loneliness of the Middle Distance Runner The Model Babylove cover Simple Things The Boy With The Arab Strap Fox In The Snow Don't Leave The Light On Put The Book Back On The Shelf Like Dylan In The Movies The Wrong Girl Dirty Dream #2 Encore: Time of The Season Get Me Away From Here, I'm Dying The Detroit show is better than Montreal and Toronto. Maybe it was the Friday night feeling. Perhaps this has something to do with Struan's love of baseball and dislike of hockey. Poor misguided lad! He said he didn't understand all the fighting in hockey. I'm in my familiar spot of being up front and right. These cute twins are to the left of me. Struan asks if they know each other and then invites them onstage to help out for Dirty Dream #2 and they dance up a storm. There is dramatic moment when tour manager Neil (a cutie by the way, but evidently not the Neil that we all know on this list) is congratulated on the birth of his daughter Annabelle. Champagne is divided on stage and one bottle is given to the audience. Sadly, the bottle never quite makes it to me. Paul waves his swirly light, now programmed at my urging MICK AND STEVIE ROCK (Actually, I wanted 'STEVIE IS A ROCK GOD' but Paul said I'd have to spin that one). Paul calls out for more Rush and Struan says 'not you again!'. Mick manages to read the lights and gives up a thumbs up. I was so pleased they did an encore, I know it's not their thing, but you still feel a bit unloved when the lights go up immediately and the roadies attack all the equipments within seconds of walking off. Time of The Season was great. I love Stevie's psychedelic dancing. Didn't Struan once say that him and Stevie were stuck in the 60's and didn't care? We went to the after party, this warehouse out in the middle of nowhere. I was worried because a schoolfriend I've known since I was 7 was supposed to show up so I could stay with here. I drink too much cheap watered down beer and then, suddenly, I see KEN CHU in front of me! It felt so good to finally recognize someone else in the crowd of stylish boys and girls. Chris spins a fantastic set, lovely old soul records. We never have any clubs that play that in Ottawa. All of the band members are there in the corner except Struan who is probably getting a good night's sleep. My schoolfriend finally appears! I am overjoyed. She doesn't know B&S really, but kept seeing all these boys from highschool that she had crushes on which was amusing. Had their hair styles improved? She kept daring me to speak to Mick, but there was always some girl by his side, deep in conversation. The music is great though, and I am more than content to dance with Ken and my friend Amanda in the corner where the band is. Some random boys hug me saying they love Canadians. A lot of people are not sure where Ottawa is. Some girls from Toledo are amused by my 'ehs?' in conversation. That cutie Ree shows up with Amy and the Alabama boyz so there is a good Sinister front. The Dirty Dream#2 dancing twins also make an appearance. Stevie runs to the middle of the room with Richard to dance for a few minutes. That boy loves to dance. After I'd been leaning on the wall next to Stevie for a while I finally shake his hand and tell him how amazing he's been at shows and then leave for Ann Arbor with the CHU. Falling asleep at 4 in the morning, we wake up early to make it to Chicago by noon. I am amazed at Ken Chu's speed. He zips down the I94 and we are in Chicago in record time. There are amusing billboards on the way. My favourites: "KNOW JESUS, KNOW LIFE. NO JESUS, NO LIFE" and "THERE ARE 10 THINGS CARVED IN STONE --- GOD " 11 May 2002 Chicago Fuck This Shit Dirty Dream #2 Woman's Realm Waking Up To Us Wandering Alone The State I am In Dylan In The Movies Jonathan David Don't Leave The Light On Seeing Other People Judy Is A Dickslap Judy And The Dream of Horses The Boy With The Arab Strap You Made Me Forget MY Dreams The Loneliness of the Middle Distance Runner Dog On Wheels The Wrong Girl There's Too Much Love Legal Man The Boys Are Back In Town cover Paul, Ken and me go over to the lovely sinisterine JennPB's gorgeous place. It is raining like a bitch so there is no chance of a picnic so we head over the Pick Me Up Cafe instead. There's a large group of sinister kids that grows by the minute. This list is getting so big now my poor old brain can't remember all the names. We were a bit tired from the previous shows and my voice was near to gone, but I realized it was the lovely Mandee sitting at the cafe. It wasn't until later that I found out the sweet girl next to her was Kirsten! I heard their drunken, giggly voices later on at the show shouting out their adoration for Mick Cooke, We love Mick! Yeahhhh Mick! I tried to shout out my appreciation for Stevie but by this time, all I could manage was a quiet STEE! Struan receives a lot of shouts. The cute twins were to the left of me again and Struan recognized them instantly and brought them up again to dance, giving them hats at the end as well. Struan and Stevie did a little Abba style movement during Jonathan David. Judy Is A Dickslap, which Struan had said they never did live, was perfect. Their cover of The Boys Are Back In Town made me feel like my 12 year old self when I saw a Blur or Ash music video. It was so...THE BOYS and only the boys! Belfast Bob seemed made to play that song. Throughout most of the shows he was pretty quiet, hiding in the shadows and going off for cigarettes. The boys completely rocked out, even Chris ran around stage playing air guitar. Paul was completely exhausted so unfortunately I couldn't attend any after show mischief, even with the tempting lure of 50 year old barmaids named Sheri. Oh well, at least I got to sleep with the famous CHU back at the sweet and hospitable Jenn's, and hopefully have captured some of his magic. There was also a dramatic moment with a marriage proposal, I'd met the couple only a few hours before at the cafe, so it was surreal to see that, congratulations Colin and Amy! If I gave you a detailed song report it would leave this mail even longer than it is. There was never ever a bad song performed, and I am completely overwhelmed by their sheer talent as musicians. It is something you really appreciate once you see them live. Everyone switches around instruments, the versatility is amazing. I can understand this annoyance with their twee feyness that the press likes to criticize them for, because it is obvious that they totally ROCK OUT more than anything else. A lot of songs that were merely okay to me on the record simply come alive onstage. Legal Man especially. They bring out these little shakers, sticks and the psychedelic lights. Stevie gives us some theatrics and drops to his knees and sings and points. I don't understand these reports of the crowd not dancing, where I was standing, every night, everyone around me was dancing! Granted, as much movement as humanely possible when you're all smushed together. I have long hair so I have to be careful it doesn't look like I'm headbanging with my dancing, especially next to all those delicate and stylish kids! I think the other thing I realize is how important the other members are in addition to Struan. Some more favourite bits....The Middle Distance runner was fantastic every time. I loved watching Mick dance and his trumpet bits were soooo good live. The Boy With The Arab Strap was a crowd pleaser every time with the hand claps, but also Woman's Realm. At first I thought Chris was doing a weird techno one armed dance until I realized he was shaking a wooden egg thing. Stevie's songs were amazing, the Wrong Girl and Wandering Alone with the great flamenco style handclaps. Paul thinks Stevie plays just like a young Paul McCartney. Paul is almost like a B&S groupie now, knowing all their names. The car ride leaving Ottawa had mostly FLOYD on the stereo, but going back it was mostly B&S. I'm glad they played some of my favourite songs from the Storytelling album, especially the high energy, but short, Scooby Driver. Last night I dreamed they played that Suite Judy Blue Eyes with all the boys harmonizing during the doo de doo de doo bits. I hope everyone has a great time for the rest of the shows, and hello to all the kind people I met on the way. So now I have even more excitement in my life, I'm only back in Canada for a few days before I leave for Scotland to live with a family as an au-pair. I'll be in Winchburgh, which is apparently very close to Edinburgh, even though no Scottish person I know seems to have heard of it! So if you have meet ups and things, (even if they are in London because I'll be taking some trips up there as I only had a small glimpse of the city before) please let me know as I've never lived away from home before and I'll probably get a bit lonely, so please be a dear and email me. Love, Genevieve p.s I'm very bad but I owe some people some tapes from like months ago. I promise they will be sent soon. I haven't forgotten! _________________________________________________________________ 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: My Canadian Tour Diary
by Genevieve Wesley 14 May '02

14 May '02

Hello Sinister! Time for REPORTING BACK. Although I am sad to see my mini-trip of Belle and Sebastian it is nice to be back in the land where the only thing anyone cares about is the 7th game in Toronto tomorrow. Oddly, I will only be here for a few days before I leave for Scotland. The rain seems to have followed me from Chicago, it's Tuesday and STILL RAINING. I'm sure the rain will continue to follow me to Scotland as well. Perhaps some of you are bit overwhelmed with all these tour reports but hell, it's my time to live baby! I might confuse some details with other shows, so forgive me. 7 May 2002 Montreal Le Pastie de la Bourgeoisie Dirty Dream #2 Magic of a Kind Word Waking Up To Us I Love My Car Consuelo Leaving Scooby Driver Stars of Track And Field The Model Leonard Cohen song I Could Be Dreaming The Boy With The Arab Strap Slow Graffiti Family Tree I Know Where The Summer Goes Dog On Wheels The Wrong Girl There's Too Much Love Legal Man There was that rush and slight nauseous feeling in my stomach before they came on stage. So excited! I get up to the front but very far right so Mick is right in front of me. Gorgeous Struan in tight slacks and tight "I'm With Them" arrow t-shirt. He must be aware of the notoriety of his arms. Before playing 'I Love My Car' announced that it was their prog number. Struan says they play a game in the bus naming Rush albums. Struan tells a story of a rat in Montreal chasing him down the street as he was late for the show. My appreciation for Stevie and Mick increases a million times. Stevie is a very funny guy, his awkward movements, pushing glasses up on nose, and witty onstage banter. He starts talking about journalists and does his impression of a London journalist holding beer, grumbling "fucking twee pop, play some fucking rock". Struan tries to speak a little bit of French and updates the audience on the Habs score. I love Mick's dancing so much, the little sway and handclaps. Sarah sang a Leonard Cohen song that was absolutely lovely. 8 May 2002 Toronto The State I Am In Sleep The Clock Around Wandering Alone Dylan In The Movies She's Losing It Dirty Dream #2 Fuck This Shit Seymour Stein The Loneliness of the Middle Distance Runner Waking Up To Us Satisfaction cover Magic of a Kind Word The Boy With The Arab Strap We Rule The School Family Tree Put The Book Back On The Shelf String Bean Jean The Wrong Girl Woman's Realm Legal Man Me And The Major In Toronto it is freezing waiting outside in the line-up. My voice was starting to go a bit in Montreal and it's getting worse. By Chicago I will sound like a 70 year old woman who smokes 5 packs of Marlboros a day. Kool Haus is unlike the other theatre style venues, it's just a big warehouse style room. The Aisler set open again, very nice. The bassist always smiles. Again, I get up to the front far right. Struan originally wearing a little jacket and bundled up scarf. Paul has this little laser thing you can twirl around and the words show up in a circle, so he programmed BELLE AND SEBASTIAN to light up. Struan notices this, comes right down (so close!) and takes it, asks for the house lights down and spins it around. The wrong way at first, (he's left-handed). Struan wonders if this a 'Toronto' thing. He comes back down to give the light to Paul but a very excited girl thrusts some picture in Struan's face. After a few too many drinks Paul keeps screaming out for them to play some Rush. Mick finds this amusing I think. I notice another button on Mick's stylish shirt has come undone. Isobel seems much better in Toronto than Montreal, she's dressed up a little (plastic red jacket, very salon blonde shiny hair) and there is even a flicker of a smile when someone calls out her name. A girl from the audience is invited on stage to sing and they cover Satisfaction, Stevie doing an excellent job with the rest of the lyrics when everyone else seems to forget besides 'I can't get none'. Loving Mick's dancing and clothes, the Stevie theatrics, the session musicians helping out during Legal Man, Struan's ease in front of the audience, Belfast's Bobs "urban mullet" that stays in place. Struan also does some crazy dancing, especially during There's Too Much Love. _________________________________________________________________ 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: she said, i like it all...he said, yeah this says it all
by Bron 14 May '02

14 May '02

dear sinister i'm packing my bags and boxes to go to two homes and then hopefully another in time my computer isn't coming with funny how i despise my computer (any computer) but i love you sinister i'll check you when i get the chance i might even post ya ha yee ha er... alright...i think that's all i had to say oh and this: stuart is HOT. hehe okay i'm done MWA. ---your mountain mama sweetheart X "The differences between what you hope for and what you end up receiving are part of what makes the outside, the hoped for, worthwhile...and beautiful." ---the Lovely Lou http://www.care2.com - Get your Free e-mail account that helps save Wildlife! +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Smoking and sticks
by Christina McDermott 14 May '02

14 May '02

Hello again fair patrons of Sinister... I know, I've been quiet recently. Yet again I've been hiding in the shadows, peeking my head out occasionally from munching Haribo at the back with the cute boy with the mohican to send a few of you emails and go drinking with you and have conversations about chair orgies and watching *some* of you (not that I''m mentioning any names....noooo) then go on to play some serious chair gymnastics. So it goes, I've not meant to be this quiet, honest. Just I was back at home in Manchester over Easter 'angin' with the Manchester Sinister Maaaaasssssiiiiivvveeee (Hello you lot, especially Ben App's Bro-proof if it was ever needed that sibling rivalry is alive and well in that family from what I heard when we went to see Belle and Sebastian at the Apollo) and back working at the Cornerhouse with a computer which for reasons best known to itself would not let me post to Sinister. Oh how I tried! I did have a lovely gig report from Manchester to send to you, but no doubt you've heard more than enough about all that for now, so all I will say is reports of my violent streak have been greatly exaggerated. Honest. So, now I 'm back in London, not eating a chicken and in the midst of exams (Two down-one to go. Lucky me, huh?) and trying to find a house. For some reason, this endeavor which seemed relatively simple when first thought about has now turned into the most mammoth task of my life with people arguing about what area they want to live in, where they might be over the Summer and all sorts of craziness ensuing. The way it's going, I think I may just become a mad bag-lady and live in a box outside Camden tube station and drink Diamond White all day and hope that some nice person may come along and buy me records occasionally. When I told this to the boy in the tree, he just laughed and said I already was a mad bag-lady half the time and had nothing to worry about. He wants me to go and live with him in Carlisle where there's a nice castle we had a picnic near the last time I went to stay with him and we got drunk, watched Blade 2 and had a disco in his flat in honour of the fact that the Queen Mother had died. Everyone kind of wants me to go everywhere at the moment really which isn't necessarily a bad thing. Cay's grand tour if you will, stopping at Cardiff, Carlisle and Derry along the way. Book tickets for your meeting with her now if you will. Oh yeah, and I'm working at a Wetherspoons in Whitehall now too if any of you lot fancy coming in to visit me and laugh at the fact that even though I swore I would never EVER work for a big company where the managing director sports a snappy mullet (I kid you not Popkids) after the few months where I was a Debenhams Mod, I've somehow managed to end up working in a pub where I can't shake my all-new-improved-Liza-Minelli-whenshewasinCabaret-fringe and get down with the funky beat whenever the will takes me (or at least, that's what I'm leading them to believe-just wait until my last night there....hehehehehe). It's not too bad I suppose, they let me look like a badly dressed Mod if nothing else, and sabotage from within is always the best way I suppose. I just hate having to smile and act like a moron for a living. (Oh well, there is always the added irony the day after I got the job there I ended up getting rat-arsed with a load of Polish and Icelandic people to the point where I don't really remember getting back to Camden all that well....) Is this too much of a diary entry? If so, I apologise, there is supposed to be some content in here...oooh, here we go. I am impressed by the amount of covers that the glorious Belle and Seb are managing to pull off. Someone somewhere should make a bootleg CD of them all. I know I'd buy it, if only for their version of "I am the resurrection" in Manchester. I rung the boy in the tree when they were doing it and held my mobile up so he could hear it, and bless him, I could hear him singing along to all the words. Was very sweet. And they've converted me to the Stone Roses now, as I was forced to go home and nick my wee bro's Stone Roses album and realise how good that version is too. I've never really been a Stone Roses girl, I mean what with being from Manchester and all, I've never seen the point of buying the albums when all I have to do is go to some silly 15 year-old-nu-metal-"Indie Kid because they like the Stereophonics and Travis" (If you like these bands, I really don't mean to offend. Insert band name here if you know what I mean)-club and hear them practically play the whole album and watch spotty teenagers try to act like Ian Brown. Then I came to London and went out and saw silly Southern grown Indie Men lurching around the dancefloor when they played the Stone Roses pretending to be Northern and realised the sillyness of the whole situation and decided that all could be forgiven. There's a song on my walkman now, some old Northern Soul tune about how some woman likes London in the rain. I don't. It makes the bus drivers behave more like madmen then they do already and messes up my hair when I'm walking home from Sainsbury's. Archel is better than Ian, just because of her tactics with everything sado-masochistic or otherwise he launches through the windows at her, and because she organises wicked Brighton picnics. Someone, (think it may have been Rob) was wondering about where the Poetry Parrot had gone to and the ever-wonderful Liz Dappers always includes poetry in her wonderous posts, so I thought I'd make a forey with something I found. It's by Charles Bukowski and I know that someone has posted it before, but it's so lovely and sad I can't help posting it again, just in case no one's ever seen it. And it's something I can relate to, being in love with someone even though you've never met them, or even seen them, but you're in love with their voice and their words regardless. It's called "An Almost Made-Up Poem" An Almost Made-Up Poem I see you drinking at a fountain with tiny blue hands, no, your hands are not tiny they are small, and the fountain is in France where you wrote me that last letter and I answered and never heard from you again. you used to write insane poems about ANGELS AND GOD, all in upper case, and you knew famous artists and most of them were your lovers, and I wrote back, its all right, go ahead, enter their lives, Im not jealous because weve never met. we got close once in New Orleans, one half block, but never met, never touched. so you went with the famous and wrote about the famous, and, of course, what you found out is that the famous are worried about their fame not the beautiful young girl in bed with them, who gives them that, and then awakens in the morning to write upper case poems about ANGELS AND GOD. we know God is dead, theyve told us, but listening to you I wasnt sure. maybe it was the upper case. you were one of the best female poets and I told the publishers, editors, print her, print her, shes mad but shes magic. theres no lie in her fire. I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of. I would have loved you more if I had sat in a small room rolling a cigarette and listened to you piss in the bathroom, but that didnt happen. your letters got sadder. your lovers betrayed you. kid, I wrote back, all lovers betray. it didnt help. you said you had a crying bench and it was by a bridge and the bridge was over a river and you sat on the crying bench every night and wept for the lovers who had hurt and forgotten you. I wrote back but never heard again. a friend wrote me of your suicide 3 or 4 months after it happened. if I had met you I would probably have been unfair to you or you to me. it was best like this. Love, Chai Tea (Wouldn't it be good if drinking Chai Tea made you good at Tai Chi? Think about it) and Cigarettes, Cay Cola-Cube xXx "If I can't dance, I don't want to be part of your Revolution..." -Emma Goldman +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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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