May 2002 - Sinister - missprint.org

Sinister: punny ha ha, or punny peculiar
by Simon Knapp 07 May '02

07 May '02

hello all, amidst the 138 new mails (mostly sinister) awaiting me on return from a week's holiday, was my invitation to post. so there. i have just moved to london, new city, new job, new home and all that. so would appreciate any ideas for things to do, places to go or people to meet from any fellow london types. enjoying the list, even in its current apparent squabbly phase. plucking up the courage to press 'send'... doing it now... love simon p.s. have just seen isobel walking in regents park with lord lucan. she was trying to sell him some spare tickets for a gig in america. _________________________________________________________________ Join the worlds largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail. http://www.hotmail.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: I have'nae got a scooby - Part 2
by Robert Brennan 07 May '02

07 May '02

"This is shite," moaned Sarah. "We've been wondering around for hours and we've not found a bloody thing!" "I found your glasses," said Beansie passing Sarah a pair of black, horn-rimmed specs. "What are you talking about? I don't wear glasses. Might be a clue though." Sarah examined the spectacles carefully. "Jinkies! The lenses aren't prescription - there's something emo going on here... Hey why are yous two pointing and stammering like that?" Sarah slowly turned round to see a terrifying wraith covered head to toe in a white sheet. "WOOooooOOOooOOOOooooO!!!" The ghost howled. Sarah took to her heels, Stevie leaped into Beansie's arms and the pair of them pegged it as fast as Beans could. The ghost gave chase and Mayfly began to play in the background for no reason at all. After an interminable chase through identical corridors - plus various set-pieces involving multiple doors and all three of them hiding in a filing cabinet - the song faded out and the gang found themselves in an old storeroom. It was a dead end. "We're trapped!" Cried Beansie. Behind them they could hear the terrible howling of the ghost. Stevie shuddered with an audible rattling sound. Sarah looked around desperately. There was a Gibson, a Marshall amp and a huge array of effects pedals. "Guys, I've got a plan!" END OF PART TWO ******************* Robster __________________________________________________ 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: with great beer comes great insensibility
by Robert Brennan 07 May '02

07 May '02

Hello. Quick report back - The Greenwich picnic had turned into pubnic before some of us even arrived which meant NO HILL CLIMBING! Yay! A pleasant afternoon's drinking, talking bollocks and not going to see Cat Power was followed by pleasant night's Swiss Cottaging(!) and some pleasant noodling the next day. Props, hugs etc to picnic mummy Paul, Picnic suggester Liz and picnic accommodation-provider Ben. Hellos and hugs to Ian, Jeremy, Maddie, Archel, Carsmile, Moore, Trousers, Marianna and anyone I missed. Much has been made lately of the big Isobel-shaped hole in the US tour line-up. Easy as it would be to make up stories about her being knackered after several nights of hot Robster action, it would be more fun to make up something even more pointless as well as lengthy. So here's what happened... Belle & Sebastian were driving to the Coachella festival in their psychedelic van. It was a long drive so as the evening drew in they decided to find a motel for the night. They soon came across a run down flophouse called The Inn Full Of Ghosts in the little town of Haunted Gulch. Stuart tentatively knocked on the door. "Who the fuck is that?" called a voice from within. "We're Belle & Sebastian from Scotland. Do you have any vacancies?" asked Stuart, cheerfully. "Fuck yes!" The door opened to reveal a thin, bearded man carrying a mobile phone. "I'm Neil. I own this place but I cannae find any fuckin' guests since the ghost started hanging aroond." This really excited Stuart. The rest of the band weren't so sure. "G-g-ghost??" Said Chris "Beansie" Geddes fearfully. His best friend Stevie leapt into his arms with fright. "Aye," said Neil. "And if I see him I'll punch his fuckin' lights out." "I'm not sure I want to stay anywhere that's haunted." said Sarah. The best of the band nodded in agreement. "C'mon gang! There's a mystery to solve! And I don't want to sleep in the van another night," implored Stuart. The band murmured among themselves before finally agreeing. "We'll have to split up," said Stuart. "Me and Isobel will check the bedrooms. Sarah, Beansie and Stevie can check the spooky cellar, the attic, the secret passage, the outhouse and the swamp out back. Bob, Richard and Mick don't fit into this joke so they'll have to wait in the van. Let's go!" "Uh uh," said Stevie, shaking his head. "Oh come on, Stevie!" "Uh uh" "Would you do it for a Stevie Snack?" Stuart produced a slice of tablet from his pocket. Stevie nodded excitedly before wolfing down the tablet. Soon the band were searching the motel for clues, unaware of the sinister presence watching from the shadows... END OF PART ONE ****************** Robster __________________________________________________ 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: geometries and orchids that the sunset builds
by StIdesMoon＠aol.com 07 May '02

07 May '02

The planets line up, single file, like school kids on field trips. I'll uncloak myself, delurk. Hmm, something's awry. No, something's beautiful. Belle & Sebastian in Philadelphia. The Tower Theatre--with its cheesy science fiction planet panels and jukebox coloring amongst the aging, dusty grandeur of the old, converted moviehouse. Pictures playing in my head--now--of Stuart bouncing around, half-naked little flirt, the brilliant boxer boy in this scene. The brilliant architect of blissful poetry for the remainder of the flickering night. He said they were in Philly for three days. Ah, if only we had known! (Well, then what??) Stinky Pete's, eh? As aforementioned, Isobel went unaccounted for... although Ms. replacement-from-Rasputina did a lovely job on cello. Understandably, it's just not the same. Stevie was adorable. Sarah too. And so on and so on and scooby dooby doo. Yeah. We all know what extra fine musicians they all are, whether its the band alone or embellished with string section (etc.). However, I think it took the live setting to finally appreciate, fully, what absolutely solid musicians they are. Little indie rock band does theme from "Rocky" and... erm, terribly famous bebopping, brushstroking jazz number, the title of which is embarrassingly eluding me.... Ahhh, byooteefull. Too much rudeness from various audience dampened the mood here and there. But those were anomalies. All else shimmered... sparkly... glittery. Whee. The new songs are divine. The mix of old favorites put me on a sustained sugar high. Nearly overdosed, dammit. How nice! So many invitations to get up and dance like a tree shaking off its apples and leaves. "Judy" and "Seymour Stein" and "The Boy With The Arab Strap" and "String Bean Jean" and "Dirty Dream #2" and "Legal Man" and (slower but still effervescent) "Fox In The Snow" and "I Fought In A War" and! and! and! (she chirps, chirps, chirps). "Me and the Major" as an encore sent me soaring through the roof, right into the atmosphere. Ain't never gonna come down, I tell you. And yet.... Now I'm moping about as though I was a teenager again. The show's over. Back to my records and such. Flash. Moment gone. Beep. Game over. Well, I have a shirt (dare I say, a twee one indeed?) to remember it by. Free tees and badgies were handed out during the jazz "intermission"--lucky punks, you who received them! They were in abundance. But I bought myself a bus shirt before the show and did not get greedy, despite the temptation of possibly, maybe, perhaps getting a tee handed to me by Struan himself. ...sigh... I *thought* I had also recorded the show, so my friends and I could properly relive our valhalla experience over and over afterward. But wouldn't you know? The *one* time I receive a defective cassette it's for B&S. Why couldn't that happen whilst recording This American Life on the radio? At least you can buy those if you miss the broadcasts! All I have salvaged of the Tower performance is the second tape--the good one, the one that didn't betray me or devastate me or rain on my parade, lalala. A handful of final songs from the main set plus the encore. It's something, 'tis true. I sound so whiney and pathetic right now, 'tis also true. Still, all the work of sneaking my recorder into the theatre, past the mulleted ticket-taker, avoiding the flashlights of ushers... all for naught. Or near naught. Surely, some other fan must've smuggled in their own recording goods that night... but finding him or her is a leap in the dark. Boohoo, I know. Those of you who didn't get a chance to see them probably long to kick me right now. But your time will come too. This was my first time seeing our blessed lovely band upon which we cast our endearment. It seemed to take forever to come. And I eagerly await the next time they grace our ears... and our eyes (yum!) peace and purrs, Almeh p.s. The Aisler's Set were adorable and potently poppy too. Sadly, they suffered from a poor sound mix, which also plagued B&S occasionally. Who was that awful soundperson minding the board?? +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: upbeat B&S songs
by Tina Coffield 07 May '02

07 May '02

Hi guys, I don't post much, but I would like your advice, if you would be so kind. I'm trying to put together a CD of upbeat B&S songs. Fater songs that you can dance to. Has anyone done this? if so, could you give me some suggestions for which songs to use? Thanks, Tina ===== "We had eight years of peace and look what it got us, nothing." -Bush Supporter responding to anti-war protest "Madness is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results." - "Wise Man" __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Health - your guide to health and wellness http://health.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: late spring and you're drifting off to sleep
by lindsey baker 06 May '02

06 May '02

hello sinister. i handed the envelope over to the postman today, reaching across the counter, my arm stretcing over the taped-down signs showcasing reduced postage and postal insurance rates. the people on the advert were smiling widely, showing teeth, and the postman told me i smelled nice. i handed over my two dollars, deciding not to tell him that i actually didn't wear any bath and body works frangrances, and said thank you. i left then, walking through the slow, spinning door, revolving out and into the thick humidity. my body cut a path in the air to my car, where i stepped inside and sat back down, closing the door to everything outside and turning up the song i never realized i had owned before this afternoon. *** standing in the middle of my room, my wet hair dripping water down my back and onto the bare, wood floors, i flipped open cd cases absently, looking for something to listen to while getting ready to leave the apartment. i couldn't find anything i really wanted. after five minutes of kid a, i remembered i had the cd. i have had it for months, sitting in a little cupboard attached to my sister's old desk, the one i have now, overtaken by an ancient computer and the awards i won for writing and saying silly things at this spring's daily nebraskan banquet. i walked over to the desk, opened the door, and took the little square out. i looked at the burned cd, the things written on it. the little row of x's and o's, and i stopped for a moment, hefting the weight of the disc and the mourning i felt for it. i opened the case, took the cd out and put it in the player. it was the first time i played it. i went about the business at hand, then, carefully separating chunks of hair, rolling each around a big, blue velcro roller. heating them up with the hair dryer, then moving to the next task while waiting for my hair to curl. i spread the thin layer of fine, white powder over my face, and started really listening to what i had chosen for the afternoon. i stopped to look at the playlist, the description of each song. belle and sebastian. hefner. others i didn't know. and one i was interested in, because of a different boy. because he said it was lovely. when the song started, i knew it was r.e.m. i hadn't known that about it. and i hadn't known the words, or the subject matter of the song, save for the words of the title. (i have always liked r.e.m., you see, but i don't own any. i wouldn't even say i am an avid listener, really, and it has only been lately the i listened to them again, after borrowing someone else's automatic for the people to use a song for a mix tape. i wondered, that night i made the tape, why i didn't have any r.e.m. silly girl, i thought. shame, shame.) but the song. i hadn't known, until 2:30 on a sleepy monday afternoon that the song had been quoted to me, written to me, in the last week. i had read the words when they were written, and i remember the slow trembling of my bottom lip, the resonance of shallow breath, the beating of my heart. i remember those things. and then. i felt them again. i heard the words, sung, and they were the band's and they were the boy's and they were mine and they were his. above all else, they were his, and he had given them to me last week. there, still in the middle of my room, still half-ready for the world, my comb in my mouth, my hairbrush in hand, i started crying. i watched the tears roll streaks into the fresh blush of my cheeks, and i smiled. i took the comb out of my mouth, and laughed, last night's hardy spring rain transferred from window sill pools to the upturned corners of my mouth. *** i received news today. big news. good news. news that means i get to come to the show after all. someone found my barbie jacket at the bottom of the toy box, i guess, and decided i could have another go at hanging on to the thing properly. alice munro has a book. the beggar maid. in canada, the title is different. who do you think you are? who do i think i am? i think i may be one of the luckiest girls to tumble down a set of stairs. xxx l. lou _________________________________________________________________ Join the worlds largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail. http://www.hotmail.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: lazing on a sunny afternoon: a New York City concert/picnic extravaganza
by Will Porter 06 May '02

06 May '02

So the first New York show was fun. It all started with a picnic in central park (for those of you who attended but are as bad with names as I am, you may recall me as the massive redheaded guy). It was attended only by the most fabulous and glamorous people (in keeping with David's and Julie's request on the invitation; special thanks to the unglamorous for staying away) including England's own Mark Casarotto, Sandra and Sarah and Nicola and Karolyne and Katrina from Team Canada, Chris and Susanna and that vaguely vanilla-scented David fellow from down under, and more Americans than you can shake a stick at (I tried. It had a paper plate stuck on it and still no luck), including most of the New York #sinister contingent, two very mean little girls, and loads of gorgeous people who'd traveled many miles to meet me and remind me to bring cheap red wine in prune juice jars next time. Or maybe I dreamt that last part. At any rate, as regards the people who *were* there, their countries and states were all the worse for their having been at our little picnic by the great lawn instead of their homes. In fact, Britain got a little drunk and called me late Sunday night, choking back tears and begging to have Mark back. It was really an embarrassing situation for everyone involved, but I don't think we can in good conscience hand him over until Britain seeks some help or just gets over it. Then we had an intermission and reconvened at the concert hall. The Aislers Set were great in spite of some technical difficulties, and golly that bassist is cute. Then we waited. And waited. Eventually, Belle and Sebastian took the stage. The first thing I noticed (which proved to be massively true by the end of the show): Stevie is a natural born rock star. Bona fide. I don't remember the setlist, but it was rad and it was full of good Belle and Sebastian songs. And then we went to the bar where Chris was spinning after the show. That Beans is some kind of DJ, I'll tell you what. My body still hurts from busting a move. Ask anyone who's ever tried to get me to dance, and they'll tell you that I do not dance. Ask anyone who was there last night and they'll tell you that I do not dance well, but dance I did (after sufficiently boozing my oh-so-sinister shyness into submission). Behold the awesome powers of the Geddes turntables! And Wild Turkey! So yeah, the short version: met lots of great people, saw a fantastic show, and managed not to hurt anyone (badly) whilst doing my impression of a dance and drinking like it was my job. Good times. After all that and another (only partially sinister) party in the middle, I should like to *ahem* sleep the clock around, but I'm afraid I've got some tigermilking to do tonight. Maybe I'll see you there. xo, Will Porter P.S. Katrina from Halifax: my co-worker from Halifax is friends with the librarian from Halifax that you mentioned. Small world, eh? __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Health - your guide to health and wellness http://health.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: NYC May 5 gig report (random blathering plus a setlist)
by Aruni J 06 May '02

06 May '02

**the part about me (skimmable)** first of all, a scream of excitement! my first time seeing b&s live...i wish i could've made it to the sini-picnic, but i was sunning in astoria park with Best Friend jessica, with whom i saw the concert. after dawdling far too long, we finally got over to the hammerstein ballroom. 5:30ish and the faithful were already on line. hunger won out, though, and we grabbed dinner at the cute tick-tock diner on the corner. i urge you to frequent it on the chance that you might get the young and charming waiter. back on line: we were let in at ~6:30 and managed to secure spots three-deep in the crowd, in front of what would be stevie's mike. (wow!) the floor was still pretty empty, even after 7. (perhaps people didn't know when the doors were supposed to open, or perhaps, as the kid in front of us opined, they were too cool to show up until one hour after the show started.) we marveled at our prime positions. apologies to anyone who was standing beside us and bored by our conversation (which was dominated by the statement "this is so cool!" etc...). **it begins** in any case, the aislers set were soon on and played a short but sweet set...as jess said, "i love it when the opening act doesn't suck." the crowd wasn't super-enthusiastic (e.g. with the hand-claps), but got into it at times, like when amy grabbed a trumpet with one hand and a guitar with the other and proceeded to play! the band took pictures of the crowd and each other...it was adorable. our heroes were on soon after 9. the setlist was definitely a crowd-pleaser (see below). apologies if it is incorrect, since i was writing on my hand in the dark, while dancing. **setlist (which apparently differed drastically from the plan)** 1 sleep the clock around 2 there's too much love 3 magic of a kind word 4 i'm waking up to us 5 if you're feeling sinister 6 mayfly 7 consuela leaving 8 scooby driver (i think) 9 don't leave the lights on baby 10 the model 11 the loneliness of a middle-distance runner 12 stayin' alive 13 simple things 14 tbwtas 15 you made me forget my dreams (abortive; stuart kept trying!) 16 fox in the snow 17 family tree 18 dog on wheels 19 the state i am in 20 happy birthday to a large assortment of people 21 wrong girl 22 dirty dream #2 23 legal man encore: get me away from here, i'm dying **impressions** at first, i was a little afraid they weren't going to talk to the crowd at all...there was a lack of general banter for the first few songs. later, they were more jokey and talking directly to us. the audience itself was a little strange (and not just because of the inordinate number of ironic t-shirts and black-rimmed fake glasses). not strange in a bad way, but i expected more screaming and pushing and dancing. we were very "well-behaved," as stuart (or struan, or sturan, if you will) told us, especially for a group of several thousand. it was rather a young crowd--lots of college kids, but lots of high-schoolers as well. (i lamented the fact that b&s were barely around when i was in high school.) i loved the show. maybe it could've used a little more spark (with some help from the audience), but it was still great. isobel directed the full force of her pout at us (i agree--it seemed more shyness than a hissy-fit). to her credit, she was as interested in the shaky egg thing as one could expect. sarah and mick looked a bit "off" at times, too--i just wanted to grab them and start dancing. at least they had a sense of humor about it, as when bobby and isobel appeared twice during a song just to shake a tambourine and shaky egg thing, respectively. (is there an official name for the shaky egg thing?) i had no idea that stevie was so adorable! with his suit and glasses and funny little guitar-playing dances and arm motions. i fell in love, briefly. i mean, yes, stuart's arms, but stevie was very much the conductor. and funny. i'm glad he looked at ease with us. he also bore a striking resemblance to a young elvis costello, so i wondered if, as jenny said, they'd play 'oliver's army.' but no such luck. **memorable moments and the end** this email's rather long, so i'll leave detailed musical reviews to others. i must, however, agree that 'stayin' alive' was fab, esp. struan's falsetto (and his false start, which stevie laughingly corrected). audience volunteer amanda got onstage during dirty dream #2 and bounced about suitably. oh, and to the girls who lifted their shirts during the "showing her chest" bit in 'the model'--shame on you! :) (i was directly behind.) but the band didn't react. stuart claimed that todd solondz was in the audience (and would be interested in hearing the new stuff). verification, anyone? and we got an encore! i felt favored. we saw no signs of beans' post-gig dj stunt, alas, so that was it for the night. was there anything going on? stuart claimed the band was still recovering from the previous night, so i think you boston kids tired them out. :) i hope those of you who were there were equally wowed by the show. (i was on the lookout for upside-down b&s badges, but saw none. i'm the girl who was dancing up front with a bandanna in her hair and her arms in the air.) i thought it would be hard for the show to meet my obsessed-fan expectations, but it was without a doubt worth a plane ride from north carolina and missing two days of classes. as jess said this morning on the train to her job interview, "i should be nervous about the interview, but i just keep thinking about how great the show was. i'm going to have a smile on my face all week." "boo to the business world," i replied. one little hole in my heart is filled. love, aruni ps things i wanted to shout 1 play 'the state i am in' (after 'dog on wheels.' i didn't say it, but stuart started into it right then! i think it speaks to our profound psychic bond.) 2 freebird (but thought the crowd might be too young and hip to find it funny) 3 that song should've been 3 times as long (after simple things) 4 i love you, stevie (was he cute, or was he cute?) _________________________________________________________________ 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: exciting & fun! & french people? english people?
by rrrrobyn 06 May '02

06 May '02

hello! i am both full of excitement and full of stress. but nevermind that right now, for i have questions and if you think of them like trivia (and everyone loves trivia! yaay!) then maybe if you have answers you will win great and fabulous prizes! the exciting & fun things: - going to Toronto to see Belle and Sebastian! And People! - going to London the day after (may 9-june3) to see things and Le Tigre! (and People?) - going to Paris to see things and Le Tigre! (and People?) - going to grad school! (in the fall) (which i just found out about) questions from a canadian: - re: le tigre in paris on may 23 at le nouveau casino. should i buy tickets on-line or should i buy at the venue? and if on-line, where on-line? or if not, where in paris other than the venue? - re: le tigre in london on may 31 at mean fiddler. should i buy tickets through ticketweb and pick up at the venue? or can i buy them at a record store in london? - why is the london picnic the weekend before i get there? were you not reading my mind? maybe i can meet some of you at another time during my visit. i may even go to brighton and search for archel, list superstar (and buck 65 fan. but is she a princess superstar fan?) - French sinisterians, it would be fun to meet you, especially if you like le tigre, but it really doesn't matter if you don't. my french is "okay", but much better when i have had some wine. funny how that works. holy cow, well, i ask a lot. i hope everyone has/has had fun at the belle and sebastian concerts and everyone who gets to see aisler's set falls in love with them and buys their records. they are rad. i love them. they deserve love. and also, i think this list is still good. i have been on it for a few years now and it does change and flux, but that's okay. and it will change some more. but i know you know this. mostly, i have been inspired to think about new things and to make new and great friends and there's nothing bad about that. okay, so remember, fabulous prizes.* robyn (checking email throughout journey) *subject to subjectivity ===== I was reading the dictionary. I thought it was a poem about everything. ~Steven Wright ~~~ Robyn Fadden rfadden(a)yahoo.com Vancouver, BC __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Health - your guide to health and wellness http://health.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: Isobel-less-ness
by sgazzetti 06 May '02

06 May '02

Here now: There has been a recent spate of discussion on The List (dont talk about The List on The List) about the presence/absence of a certain Miss Isobel Campbell at gigs in the United States. I am pretty sure that I bitched or at least reported in detail about her pouty-ness at the Rímini gig, and as one lister (sorry, tried to cite you, but search is down) recently pointed out, she is not 'the band', but she is an integral part of it, and not unpleasant to look at besides, so I can understand why some people have felt shorted if her presence has been lacking at certain shows. (The half-price idea put forth by someone (sorry again, its that search) is intriguing, but doomed to failure and ultimately unworkable and Just Not Right). Lets remember--Isobels retiring nature has been, at least as reported anecdotally, an impediment to the bands touring on a large scale, and now THEY ARE DOING IT ANYWAY. So if Isobel bows out now and then, due to discomfort/fatigue/shacking up with Dean/discomfort AND fatigue produced by shacking up with Dean, then just be thankful that the band are coming to a venue near/within a ridiculously long drive/flight from you, at all. And for those of you who would still complain about her lackadaisical delivery, go now and put on Womens Realm and listen to this part of hers: Just a minute, close your eyes, If we settle for this compromise Etc. Do it. Now. Youll forgive her, whether you saw her and her great bloody cello or not. Shes not the band, any more than Stuart David was the band, but shes important. Sure, her absence is a bite in the pants, but her presence doesnt make a gig any more than her absence breaks it. She is just not a showperson, while Stuart and Stevie and (maybe) a few others (and damn near all of us, apparently) are, and so if she needs to have a lie-down while you rave out to a closing Legal Man psychedelia, well, let her be her. Thats all. Go put on Womens Realm now. I wasnt kidding. And love the whole band, whether they all can make it or not. We love the musicians, we love the band as a whole. We just love it. Enjoy it while it lasts, Bel or no Bel. By the way, Ive got no tickets to sell. JDS Conectate a Internet GRATIS con Yahoo! Conexión: http://conexion.yahoo.com.ar +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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