May 2002 - Sinister - missprint.org

Sinister: haikus revealed // week eighteen // two thousand and two
by ee fumblings 13 May '02

13 May '02

Scotland still sells more newspapers per capita than anywhere else. Stuart and Mick were quite sweet and stopped to talk to everyone outside. Kevin, I saw you the whole show and knew I was in great company. Anyway, it's at THE WOODSIDE SOCIAL CLUB, NORTH WOODSIDE ROAD, GLASGOW. I don't post much, but I would like your advice, if you would be so kind. And I don't want to sleep in the van another night," implored Stuart. I've lost Bel!" "Look no further," said Sarah, pulling away the ghost's sheet. Hm... it was SO great! I got front row right in front of stevie about. I would write about it but I'm still somewhere far off in La La land. I've been waiting for this for years now...I guess you all know the feeling... It's at the Belmont Harbor Marina. This tells you all about it..... What was I doing? He scanned the printed names and said "Go-Betweens. Cool". I didn¹t know and a lot of my friends did as well. I couldn¹t believe it. Put the Book Back on the Shelf Legal Man all sorts of good crazy shit. I didn't see one. On the way out I bought one of the tea-towels... And... And you know what it's been replaced with? David Gray. I'm not kidding. Say I Told You So as the last song, but hey, it's good. I need chocolate. Because if it was to designate minors it didn't seem to work. OK, I think I'll live. Just wanted to get that out of my system. / 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: nettles, belle and sebastian, P3 live
by Katarina Karlsson 13 May '02

13 May '02

Hej, It was so long time since i last wrote to sinister i have almost forgotten how to do it, it is to comfortable to be a lurker here. But this morning i thought of two things that could be interesting for atleast some of you and i think you could use them in a nice combination tonight so i guess i have to try and write them down. Nettlescones with tea and Belle & Sebastian 4dl flour just a little salt 2 teaspoons baking powder 50g butter 2dl milk as much stinging nettles as you want (be generous with them they gives a nice green color) Wash the nettles and put them in boiling water for 1-2min. When they are soft take them out of the water and chop them so you get a "nettleporridge". Mix flour salt and baking powder and mix in the the butter before the milk and nettles. Make some nice scones shaped things and put them in an oven 10-15min 250C. Make some (camomile)tea while they are in the oven and eat them hot, they are good with goat cheese. Then for those like me who didn't see Belle & Sebastian in Stockholm this year and for those who where there and want to hear it again it's on P3 live (swedish radio) 21.03 tonight: http://www.sr.se/p3/index.stm Kram Katta +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: West Yorkshire Slappers
by Dean Gillon 13 May '02

13 May '02

AWFULLY sorry for the list abuse. Linds, I've lost your e-mail address. Could you send me a message so I can fill up your inbox (oo-er missus) with tripe. Does anybody remember that whole "oo-er" thing from god knows, about 7 or 8 years ago. I think it came from Bottom. Just gotme thinking silly stuff. That's all. Dean XX __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Everything you'll ever need on one web page from News and Sport to Email and Music Charts http://uk.my.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: burning flies
by Kirstin Schreiber 13 May '02

13 May '02

i haven't posted in forever and a day. they were here. belle and sebastian were in the united states and i could not go see them becasue of a maexism paper and becasue i didn't have the money. mmm. it started to rain on me on the way here. normally when i feel melonchoy like this, i would listen to b&s but they remind me so much of the woman who will be far away from me soon, and i still love her more than i wanted to by this point i'm graduating from college in a week. it's quite sureal actually. it doesn't feel like i thought it would. i love this list. kirstin _________________________________________________________________ Chat with friends online, try MSN Messenger: http://messenger.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: don't forget the motor city...
by marie elia 13 May '02

13 May '02

hello all. i am... REPORTING BACK. ANN ARBOR one matt henderson and one justin _____ (both having driven from alabama the previous day) managed to find me and kimmy and christiaan in ann arbor on friday. amy longcore was fashionably late. fun was had by all. french fries were had by some. DETROIT upon arrival, kimmy and immediately abandoned the boys to make our way toward the stage, unknowingly parking ourselves about two people away from genevieve and paul, of twirly-light-up-"mick&stevierock"-sign fame. a very nice tall boy moved us in front of him so he could see. i returned the favor when i saw a girl who was Actually Shorter Than I Am. anyway, slumber party opened, and i've never really given them much though, despite my frequent bitching about the lack of local girl bands. but friday night made a slumber party fan of me! b&s played a long set -- like two hours. two of my favorite songs (loneliness... and simplethings) were played. there was a great little interlude where stuart announced that neil's wife had a baby that morning (congrats again, neil): champagne was passed around and "baby love" was sung by the band. during all this commotion, christiaan pushed his way up to me to announce that ken chu was outside and ticketless! i produced my extra two tickets, which i was holding on to explicitly for this purpose, and christiaan rescued ken, who had driven all the way from chicago ALONE. christiaan needed both tickets because the venue would not let him back in even though they Saw that all he did was hand ken a ticket and come back in, arrrgh! but all was well and the second half of the set was amazing, too. the encore included a zombies cover (well worth it to hear stuart say "who's yr daddy" in any context) i was all tuckered out by the encore, though, and ended up listening to the last song of the encore (get me away from here, i'm dying) while in the ladies' restroom downstairs. good PA system, that theatre. an amazing show was followed by a pretty darn good after-party, dj-ed by a local scenester and then chrisgeddes. kimmy and i danced our arses off, a little starstruck when stevie danced next to us for a good long while. i'm afraid we may have giggled and exchanged Meaningful Looks, furtively looking over and trying not to look like we were staring at famous people or some such. heh. CHICAGO christiaan and i arrived at the pick-me-up cafe just as everyone else was leaving. figures. so, after some dinner, we joined sugarmice dave, kirstin kenyon, bron, and mandee at a bar around the corner, our poison of choice being diet coke and some expensive cigarettes. they, however, had become quite intimate with the bartender and the pabst-blue-ribbon. we dragged them, kicking and screaming, from the Reflections Lounge and threw them into the back seat of my car, all the while telling them that it was for their own good and that they would thank us later. christiaan and i parked ourselves in the back of the theatre where we had a view of the whole stage. the show was amazing again, although it was odd to be in the back with the considerably less zealous fans. my handclaps seemed to be out of place. but no matter, because christiaan danced with me (a little), and the band finished up with "the boys are back in town." LATER now it is monday, and i am at work. damn. it feels a bit like the day after christmas, or yr birthday. but i'm still a bit glow-y and grinning. um, happy mother's day, a bit late, honey! mwah! xo, ree ===== ......................................... ."to me she was just marie." -mersault . . . . http://home.earthlink.net/~marieelia . ......................................... __________________________________________________ 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: dog on wheels
by Richard Kim Jones 13 May '02

13 May '02

hallo sinistery people heh...another of my very rare posts! *giggles* uh yeah..anyhows, i was listening to waking up to us this morning and i wa slooking at the case...hmmmm......its a load of dogs.....in a car..hmmmm dog on wheels!!!! yay!!! ahem yes well keep sparkleing *hugz* rich im not living im just killing time +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: memories of something i thought could be.
by lindsey baker 13 May '02

13 May '02

hello sinister. she's lying in a bed somewhere in charlotte, north carolina, right now, her face on a pillow, the pillowcase slowly and quietly gathering the scent of her hair between its woven fibers, grabbing, holding. when she leaves, it will smell just like the pillow at home, and she knows the scent soothes her daughters. she is sleeping, or so i hear, exhausted from the strain and the morphine. the stitches curl around her jaw and up into her cheek, a soft and undulating line probably traversed many times by her husband's fingertips. her twenty-year-old daughter sat in a car tonight and wondered if the scars of a mother really do pass on to the daughter, if the younger version will always think of the mother's scar she has yet to see when a boy traces the line of her cheekbone. the daughter is me, and the mother is mine. tonight, after day talking to everyone else but her, i heard her voice again, the sound of her swollen mouth taking the time to curve through the syllables of my name. she will be home on tuesday, and i told her i loved her. i told her happy mother's day. *** i was the last to know about the accident. matt got the call on his dying mobile, and i stood in the mist on a street in chicago, ken and jenn having just left, the whole world stretched out before me in dingy grays, holding a phone, dialing, trying to find out what had happened. she fell in the hotel, the granite bathroom vanity. forty stitches outside, fifty to sixty inside. teeth. scars. surgery. when it happened, i had a dead battery and press passes. *** "isn't it scary that i'm already thinking about the post i'm going to write about this?" "yes." this isn't that post. *** i sat in the theater, waiting for the band to come out. i felt terribly ill, and all i really wanted was to lie my rain-tainted brow against a hotel pillow and sleep. something was wrong -- a million things were wrong and right at the same time, and waiting for belle became memorizing every inch of the crowd below me, grasping scents and sights and sounds and straws. i thought about the city and sinister, how i was too nauseated to smoke at that minute and how i had had too many cigarettes the day before. i shut my eyes for a moment, picking idly at my fingernail, tired of waiting, for once, and tired of being keyed up. and then they came, and by the time they got to the state i am in, i was fine. i was. dancing. in some kind of fashion, anyway. *** tomorrow i will go home, to my proper home. and i will prepare, then, for the homecoming. dusting and grocery shopping and flowers and flowers. i must get her flowers. sunday morning kirsten and bron left, and i found something on the floor near my bag. something of theirs, i assume, a poem. and the paper smelled wonderful, as i sat there between two boys and a misty window reading. and i fell in love with another line, another lyric, another stream of words: when did you forget you were a flower? i forgot she was a flower, and she had to have petals torn away for me to remember. but i remember now, the scent and the softness and the way she makes the way make sense. the way she lights is mine, and i am sentimental, weeping intermittantly so that i have a curving line of black down my own cheeks, a memory and a sound and a bruise to conceal with heavy makeup. and so happy mother's day. and so i saw belle and sebastian. and so i met sini. and so there was a boy. and so thank you kirsten and bron. and so this is the post. and so i cried. i always cry at endings. xxx lou _________________________________________________________________ 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: Greg & Laura's Snappy Rebel Questionnaire With A Fresh Lemony Snicket Scent
by Laura Llew 13 May '02

13 May '02

Second to only, "Young lady, do you know how fast you were going?", my least favorite way to have a conversation begin is to hear, "Do you know what your problem is?" After twenty four years of inhabiting my life I know perfectly well what my problems are: none of my crushes have ever turned out like the one in Amelie; chocolate neither clears my complexion, enhances my intelligence, or blesses me with flawless health; and even though turn signals are supposedly installed in every car - people still mistake their presence as merely ornamental or to distract their obnoxious offspring from killing each other by turning on the pretty flashing lights. Surprisingly enough, these are never the points brought up. No, instead I hear things about being "responsible" or "more obedient" or "not publicly admitting a fascination with leatherclad midgets on ponies." Thus, when Pigtails sent along the second sinister questionnaire for list members to fill out and return to be compiled for secretive nefarious reasons such as being a list for the NME mailing list I was all set to mend my ways and follow along as I should. Sackcloth? Check! Ashes? Check! Broken Heart & Contrite Spirit? How about just a broken spirit? Close enough! However, shortly after I began to fill out the questionnaire my mind began to wander. (One of my other supposed "problems" is being a "Ritalin prescription waiting to be written.") I really did try but thirty questions overwhelmed me. Being a southerner, I was always taught that if things aren't the way you like them you simply stand tall, put your chin in the air, dress up in gray, secede from the Union, and go fight the bloodiest war in your country's history. I'm a bit too lazy for anything but the chin part so instead I simply made a new questionnaire with the help of the Notorious B.O.Y. G. Respond personally to me or Greg (gpallis(a)eidosnet.co.uk) rather than the list. We'll compile them into something Fun! Exciting! and involving Sparkling Jell-O and Pixie Sticks! Presenting in all it's (old) glory: The Greg & Laura's Snappy Rebel Questionnaire With A Fresh Lemony Scent 1. Your name (as it appears on your credit cards with accompanying numbers and expiration dates.): 2. Names Which Have Nicked: Shameful, embarrassing, llewd, smutty, or interesting nicknames? 3. What Belle & Sebastian lyric most describes you? [Laura's: "too frumpy for the teenage population of her time" Greg's sidenote: Do remember that it's the one that describes you MOST, not entirely, so you can put "A girl" if you can't think of a better one. If all else fails use my motto in life and quote fosca lyrics. No one will know the difference. "Still you're prejudiced against people who loathe football/ Or refuse flat-out to sport sideburns, they'd simply DIE"] 4. Your first kiss can be best described as: A. Not ducking quickly enough. B. More miss than kiss. More teeth than mouth. More tongue than Kiss. More drool than Lassie. More traumatic than Mentos commercials. C. Still happening -- though I wish they'd move their head a bit to the right so I could see the screen better. D. Other. Explain: 5. Describe your life and your favorite novel in the same sentence. i.e. - "It doesn't make much sense, but neither does Fennigan's Wake." (Matthew Henderson) 6. What is your favorite movie while relating it to an aspect of your personality or taste. i.e. - I like my men like I like my Die Hard movies -- all special effects and no plot. OPTIONAL (because we would really like to read the answers) 7. "Write ONE SIDE of a dialogue which leads to and includes you getting jiggy with your favorite band. Even if you don't fancy them. Example: Hey Tim! Great show! I'm Greg. Uh-huh... <laughs> This IS a bit forward. No, no, let me think. Alright. Yes. (Later) Um, right. No, me neither. This is kinda weird. Also, awkward. So... 8. With frequent reference to the Basic Eight OR Lemony Snicket, analyze why you are filling in this survey instead out of hanging out with attractive and popular people. 9. Yesterday was mother's day (in the US). Did you send Honey & Linda a card for being the best list mummy and step list mummy? If not, are you prepared to burn in hell for your thoughtlessness and general lack or regard for greatness when it's looming over you? If so, will you let me stand behind you to block the heat - I sweat easily and it's simply unbecoming. _________________________________________________________________ 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 sidewinder sleeps on its back
by Salako * 12 May '02

12 May '02

How's the concert circuit? All you lucky dogs that are making me drool on my keyboard... it's not fair! OK, I think I'll live. Just wanted to get that out of my system. Working in a library, one discovers just how much crap the average smalltown house wife really reads... it's amazing! Shelf after shelf of romances and cooking-themed mysteries (I am am completely serious... sample title "Ham and Eggs: a theatrical murder mystery" and there are worse). Job for the day: find all the crap that people do NOT read, and take it off the shelves. I keep getting dirty looks from old women who probably think that I am an escaped mental patient, just trying to ruin their library enjoyment (is there such a thing?) for the day, as I am doing exactly the opposite of what I am supposed to. I love libraries and books - just when I don't have to work there, and have to deal with other people's messes (can no one put anything back??? stacks of romances {read by 70 year olds!!!! Why? oh, please Lord don't put those pictures into my head} strewn across the walkways!) Stupid women. Amazing fact... people in small towns read ONLY the crap! I have now pulled off the shelves because of lack of use: Wuthering Heights, most of the collected works of Charles Dickens (Great Expectations was last out of this hellhole in 1978), and the essays of Emile Zola, among others. And these books are going in the sale bin, or the garbage, to make room for more cooking mysteries! If you want to read anything in this town, you have to either buy it (which I do not have the money for :P) or Inter-Library Loan it from some place across the state (and sometimes from across the country). Sad. *And the girl with her nose in a book begins weeping, quietly so as not to disturb the old women choosing their erotic pleasures* Whooo. That was a good rant. Sorry. Oops, I have one more that is getting to me. I actually bought "Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenence", as the entire world has told me how good it is ("Ann... if you love the Dharma Bums, you'll die for Zen") IT SUCKS!! BAD! I quit after the first 100 pages! Why does anyone read this? Any of you out there that like it? Can you explain the attraction, Please??? I really would like to know! And here's my requisite B&S content: what the hell does the lyrics "she can't afford to please a girl / she's always wearing clogs" meand?? What is up with clogs??? Love the song... am clueless about that line. Three cheers for anyone who actually read to the bottom of this painful thing. Ann PS: it is a indication of an awfully sad mind to be ecstatically happy when one of your lines is included in "EE Fumblings Weekly Roundup"?? EE, I love you! _________________________________________________________________ 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: Hey, He's Saying Exactly What We're Thinking!
by m.e. curtin 12 May '02

12 May '02

Captain's Log: 23:47 I'm not the man I used to be. Hee HEE! That's because I went to my first and, in all probability, last Belle and Sebastian concert ever. Now, I know that I never post, but I also know that you don't want to know why, so suffice to say that it has come to my attention in the past that I am rather uninteresting. So I will now continue, if ever briefly, my streak of boring writing. Anyway, due to some strange fluke, I ended up going to the Detroit show with my dear friend, but I won't bore you with needless detail, instead I'll bore you with necessary detail. So, here commences the tale of my journey "down south" rendered categorical. Clause A: Stuart Murdoch, Part-time Telepath So, Mr. Murdoch chooses to discuss in his onstange banter everything that my friend and I had discussed at length earlier in the day. FOr instance, why is Detroit's downtown deserted? I remember Detroit as a young lass, and let me tell you it was a very different Detroit. When did Ghostown USA Chic become popular? And then Mr. Murdoch also discussed the strange "PRay here for the TIgers" sign on the church (of which, by the way, I have a picture should it be required for the record books). So Stuart is clearly reading my mind, so now I know that my random observations on the city of Detroit were not singular. Clause B: Songs Songs and My Lack of Recollection I had every intention of writing down the setlist, but I was so caught up in my inane commentary that I forgot to do so. I was, however, reasonably impressed with the selection, and would have only been happier had either of the following occurred: a)Stevie and Stuart cover "Daddy Sang Bass" with Stevie as Daddy and Stuart as Mama, or, more realistically, b)They play the song "Belle and Sebastian." I know it's a simple song, but it's my favourite, and, after all, it IS their title track! Subsection B.i.: Neil and the News Yes, the version of "Baby Love" or whatever it's called to commemorate the birth of Mr. Neil's child was quite adorable. I hope I've never said anything bad about Neil in the past, because if I did I would be a terrible person. Way to go on the babymaking. Clause C: The State Theatre Oh la la! C'est vraiment B*Y*Z*A*N*C*E! Except when the lights turn on and you see the peeling paint. NO no, it was really a cute the-ay-tur. Subsection C.i.: What was the purpose of the wristband? Because if it was to designate minors it didn't seem to work. I had the same "band placement" as my very much older friends, and yet I am not, as the Casino security guards can attest, 21. Maybe the bouncery guy gave me the benefit of the 5 month doubt. Subsection C.ii.: To the adorable to the point of envy-making couple who sat in front of me, I'm really sorry I made you switch seats. I'm not usually so bastardy, but I was gripped with some irrational compulsion to have my line-of-sight perfect. Bad comments about Neil or not, perhaps I AM a terrible person. Clause D: Give the People the Bip Bop! Yes, Stevie's dancing is quite out of this world isn't it? It had a tendency to look like he was being attacked by something, but it was all very charming nonetheless. But why was no one in the crowd moving? I mean, God knows I hate dancing, but I expected something. Instead I had to be content with some odd hippity-hoppity-ing in my seat as I sang along. Subsection D.i.: It's actually quite hard to sing along to these songs when you can't get the song "It's my Life" by Talk Talk out of your head. Somewhat disappointing on my part. Clause E: The Great Crossing Yes, about this border security business, I thought the levels of awareness were supposed to have been ridiculously high. I was expecting to have to give blood at the border just to get in. Instead, we discovered that it was like the 1989 levels of security. They didn't ask us anything!!!! I felt so...cheated. I wanted to be interrogated. All we got was the bastardy guy on the way home ("Oh, you WATCHED a concert did you, you didn't GO to the concert?" Shut the fuck up, punk, you KNOW what we MEANT!!!!!!!) Furthermore, is the question "Do you have any firearms?" really valid? I mean, how many people do they expect will say, "Actually, sir, I have several sawed-off shotguns in my trunk. Is that some sort of problem for you?" Clause F: Busriding for a Hobby, but NOT by Choice Yes, even though I only live 3 hours from Detroit, I spent 6 hours on buses today, so that we could stop in every hick town in rural Ontario for NO ONE TO GET ON OR OFF!!!!!! Argh! After about the fourth hour this skid sitting next to me asked me what I was reading. After several more questions he became very agitated to discover that Evelyn Waugh is no lady. "WHat the hell kinda name is Evelyn for a boy??" I was half-tempted to inform said skid that Mr. Waugh's first wife's name was also Evelyn, but I didn't want to worry the poor man.....plus I never wanted to talk to him in the first place. So, such is my transmission. I really did enjoy the show, and I hope everyone who gets to their shows had just as fun a time as I did. Seeing my favourite band live completely restored my faith in my musical tastes. And to think I almost backed out of attending the concert..... Anyway, thanks for sticking with me, and take care, everyone. Yours, byzanciliciously, Marybeth +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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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