July 2002 - Sinister - missprint.org

Sinister: your problems will buy you an island...
by pulu xxx 17 Jul '02

17 Jul '02

hello again, i just came from work. i�ve been a guide this week, but after tomorrow, i�ll be working in that room with those two men:(. i�ve been talking to this one boy, who�s a guide there too. he studies history at uni, and knows alot. he asked me whether i had read hegel, but i haven�t, then he told me about hegel, how it�s almost impossible to read his books. then i told him that i want to go to chile, he asked why, but i don�t know why, i just want to go there. he said that there are lots of japanese people there. he also told me that he has this friend who can sleep for like three days and then he wakes up and has to go to the toilet. sometimes he (the friend) sleeps for a week and noone can wake him up and he has to be brought to the hospital. strange. we usually go to the third floor, cos there is this jukebox and he always puts pink floyd�s �money� on. i like that song. then we sit there and read guinnes� records books, cos there aren�t any other books to read, then comment about the things we read. today i just felt like hugging him. they show this educative-documentary film there about the niagara falls, and someone always have to let people in to the cinema. we were there together today, and we both were really tired, and i told him that i�ll go and make some coffee, and he smiled and said that he�ll come after me. it just felt so good, he just seemed so sweet and i wanted to hug him. then we sat there together in the room drinking coffee and reading newspaper. but he has a girlfriend and he�s a bit of a heavyrocker, cos he has this really long blond hair and earrings. and a long black leather coat. i think i�ll miss him ALOT after tomorrow. i have to go now, cos the library will close in 15 mins. bye, puluxxx __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Autos - Get free new car price quotes http://autos.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: it's been a bloody stupid day
by juju fox 17 Jul '02

17 Jul '02

halo again sinister. i know i've only just written, but i will confess to you that i have nowhere else to go. i don't want to tell anyone else my secrets now. so... tag! you're it. i spent the day trembling and thinking and singing and dancing and bippity-bopping. i listened to fyhcywlap all day (just got it back from someone who borrowed it, thought he lost it, then miraculously found it after spilling his glass of water over his bass amp onto the garbage on the floor, where after cleaning up the mess, was lying my tiny little promo copy. *phew* i can't wait to see m�m next month, btw..). so besides falling in love with a record i didn't care as much about before, my day was made up of a collage of joy and pain. a roller coaster ride... it all started after my shower. you must first understand how much i adore bathing. since i've been out of a dayjob, i've been known to predictably perform the ritual task midday. while friends are busy worker bees, i am a lazy sleepy juju in the bath. and on some days, like today for instance (*pretending it's still yesterday*), i don't want to get dressed afterwards. putting any fabric other than a terry towel against my skin abosolutely does not appeal to me. i want to stay in only my skin. (and maybe today especially, i just wanted to run around in my birthday suit.) so i stood, towel-wrapped, in front of the mirror looking for signs of age. i mean ones that i hadn't already noticed in the years prior. i documented the moment with photographs. there is a project at k10k.com calling for self-portraits taken in reflective objects, and i was thinking i would possibly contribute to it. i was thinking how interesting it was to me how social behaviour has changed with the modern age. how shy hermits like me stay connected to the outside world in the comforts of our own little bubbles. how we take self-portraits in mirrors because there is noone else around. how we sit up till the wee hours posting almost anonymously to a family of hundreds just to feel we're communicating, leaving our mark. how maybe one day we'll be driving electric cars built for one to get from our place under the rock to the disco downtown to pretend we're social animals... erm... or maybe i'm just crazy lonely, and my view of the future is distorted something fierce. i digress. back to my day: i spent a few hours at my internship, trying to pull with a local booking guy. not for me, but for my band... i think it's starting to work. then after a failed attempt at bulldozing thru the mad crowds down at the dmv to renew my license, my sister called with news of finding my renewal notice in an ancient stack of mail. feeling relieved, i sat down to finally open emails from the boy. he was confused, and not understanding anything i was trying to tell him. (why can't i talk to him the way i can talk to you?) sobs and emails later, my housemate came home, and we left to meet some bands that came to town to play a show just for my birthday (oh, just let me think it). such nice people, and tho we hadn't gotten the remixes done for hsh like we plan to, they still gave us free tees and buttons and stuff. the tee is a fantastic gift. it has words on the back (designed by the guy who did 'amnesiac', keen!) that read: have you ever fell in love with a machine no just like that. swoon... i also got a tee from a girlie friend who recently visited family and friends in nyc. i guess she went shopping, but i had no idea she would bring me back such a perfect treat. a little black tee with ruched sleeves and a kitty head on the front with wings and an orange bow that's saying "black chandelier". well, he's not really saying it, but there's a picture of one in the word cloud. maybe he is saying that i should darken the light and get some sleep. all i know is it's the best shirt in the world ever, and i won't mind so much putting it on after my bathe tomorrow. after the show, i was treated to fried zucchini at a local diner, and couldn't wait to come home to end the day. but here i am, still fighting it. my legs hurt so bad, i can't even stand to sit. if that makes sense. i think my nerves have had it. i think i need another bathe. oh. and i saw eric b. at the show. he doesn't post much, but now that i know he's in town on holiday from school, you may hear his name mentioned at least from me a bit more in the near future. ...i wish we could have a picnic in northern california... oh. that reminds me. i can't make it to the l.a. extravaganza afterall. cripes! foiled again. fate has it in for me. btu you see, i will be just getting back from a mini tour down the coast and back again, no big deal, but i won't be able to go back down for a little while. so now i ask a favor to all the so cal area sinisters: if you perchance to be in the san luis obispo area on saturday, july 20, please have a picnic and frolic and skip lots, and then have some tea with me at the two dogs cafe. my band will be playing there that night, and it's a free show... and besides, what else would you do? if you perchance to be in the san diego area on sunday, july 21, please have a picnic and raindance and pretend body surf in the park and maybe go to the zoo to see a giraffe, and then come to the casbah to see aereogramme. but come early enough to see the opening acts, cos i'll be in one of them, too, and it would be nice to meet any sinister folk who enjoy living in such a fine north of the border town. if you perchance to be in the greater los angeles area on monday, july 22, please have a fun day at work (maybe pretend it's friday all over again), call up some sinister friends for dinner, and then head over to spaceland for the free festivities there. once again, i'll be hoping to meet some cool cats from this very community... and did i mention it's free?? i just looked down and realized how perfectly this new little kitty tee matches my little skirt. and how i don't want to take my clothes off now... but it was mere hours ago when i refused to put any on. my, how fickle i can be. happy birthday to vilkas! it's your day for a sulk now. and it's time for me to go to bed. sweetest dreams of horse thieves, juju __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? 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Sinister: Then they go to Rough Trade...
by Matthew Henderson 17 Jul '02

17 Jul '02

...to watch BELLE AND SEBASTIAN!!! Somebody had to do it. Congratulations guys. Now, is MS. House still with you? Or was she a Jeepster thing? I'd hate to see her go... Relationships have been a troubling thing of recent. A good friend of mine had his heart broken by a girl this very day. I've had my heart broken by the fates. My past relationships have been trivial at best. There are wonderful moments, but I always saw past them, wondering when that next phase of my life was going to begin and everything would change. That's probably why I've been so quick to drop relationships in the past, hoping that great change would come. I've lived in Mobile for most of my life. I become used to it, and I really don't mind it at all anymore. But there is no future here, nothing for me. It's been over two years since I've graduated high school, and I've been attending the local University but for no reason. I never saw this school as a permanent fixture in my life. I never saw it as the next stepping stone for the rest of my life. I've been burning time. Then it hit me to get out of America. Get far away from everything. For several reasons, the University of Glasgow was appealing. No, it's not because Belle and Sebastian are from there, but they played a part...anyway, that's neither here no there. I applied, have been accepted, and am scheduled to start in October. The past 7 months has been a waiting game...except it's much of a game. Just waiting really. In those seven months, I've met a million very cool people and some of the best friends I've ever known. I got a job at the place I've been dying to get a job at forever. I basically do nothing all day, but watch movies, clean, and work at a record store. Then, a little over a month ago, I met a girl... Yeah, how cliche. I hate it myself. But I must admit, I've never felt so strongly about a girl so quickly. She's made me happier than anybody ever really has for a longer amount of time than anyone else. Was that a run-on sentence? Well, for the first time ever, I don't want to move. I don't see how this can be anxiety, since I've been more than willing to move until now. Could it be love? Maybe, I don't know. I'm too cynical to love (on the outside at least). However things go, I'm not happy with the world, yet I'm the happiest I've been in so long at the same time. I hate this. This constant battle in my head. Whenever I'm with her, I'm completely happy. I don't even think about smoking, which is crazy for me. But when she's gone, and sometimes, on those late night drives home where the orange street lights manage to create a beat of shadows in tune with whatever song i'm listening to on my dashboard, I think and I get very very depressed. Sometimes, to the point of crying. I love my friends, but I can leave them and it's okay. She's different. She likes Tool and Jimmy Eat World, and that doesn't matter. It's bizarre, it's new, and it's wonderful. Maybe a more romantic person wouldn't move. A more romantic person would follow their heart and stay with the girl. I can't do that though. Even if I did, the emotional baggage and resentment that would eventually be placed on the girl would be too much of a strain, but that's neither here nor there (again). I know this life is worthless to me. This slacker lifestyle I'm actually enjoying for once yields no future. I don't know if moving away is the answer, but there's a shot. I just hate it. I hate it to death. Ho hum. I have less than two months left here. Left with her. I've been told to make the most of it, make it the most wonderful two months of my life, end the childhood Mobile phase of my life with a bang. But it's difficult when there's a humungous black cloud hovering over everything we do. I just feel gipped. But, what are you gonna do, right? This is all leading to...I'm going to be in Glasgow from August 3-11 at least searching/acquiring a flat so I won't have to stay up every single night in a 24 hour cafe. If there are any pubnic/picnics/bitchin gigs I need to check out/or anything at all going in those days, someone should send me an email. I forsee a lot of downtime in those days, and they need to be filled. Let's be honest, re-imagining the battle of Langside in my head whilst I'm walking down Battlefield Rd. can only occupy me for 3 hours at the most. Sorry for the worthless post. I can't find Storytelling anywhere to Rent in Mobile, although certain Blockbusters are supposed to have it in. I don't want to buy it, since I've never seen it, but I hate being bested by the system (i also love the irony of "beating the system" by BUYING the DVD and giving them more money). However, in my quest to find it, I listened to Storytelling three times in a row, and finally love it. How nice. And you know what, I even love the dialogue! I'm sick and sad, and I want to swim with Caitlin Pigtails... -Matt _________________________________________________________________ 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: nice birthday for a sulk
by juju fox 16 Jul '02

16 Jul '02

halo sinister. swirling in there again. not sure what words will suffice to paint a portrait today. one of a girl much older than she looks, who's finally succomed to reality after having discovered that the boy and the girl are once again the boy and the girl. (another girl.) bah, i say. <story> tho it was one of the lowest days of ever yesterday, a miracle (a true blue spectacle) happened: since i needed the $ myself, i opted to fill in for my regular monday replacement at the piano bar instead of calling another alternate. monday nights aren't the gratest. people don't seem to like piano music on mondays. they'd rather have the music from the tin can speakers overhead. and feeling too sinister for standards myself, i decided to put the books away and play my own favorites. (playing for anyone that's there...) the bartender knew 1963, and sometimes he knows other things. but noone ever knows b&s. noone ever, except the boy and girl that used to come in and shyly say "thank you for the b&s". i could tell they were as shy as i, and we never exchanged much in the likes of communication save our knowing smiles. but i thought they had disappered. i thought they were never coming back, after seeing them for the last time on a night when i had a horrible, horrible singer to accompany that wouldn't shut up so i could play b&s and all the lovery things i like to play for people like us who know what might be better to listen to over dinner than some horrid squeaky soprano rendition of what should be the low and dark "what's new?"... or even worse, a shoddy attempt at "la canzone di doretta". cripes. but last night, just as i had exhausted my nightly repertoire of new wave and brit-pop standards and was ready to go home, they reappeared. hoorah! of course, then i was all nervous and shy again, but i stepped out of my bubble and spoke to them. they were super nice! and so adorable. i wish they would come every night. they even tipped me... which i don't think is right, cos i should be playing them for coming to keep me company and listen to my piano songs (he laughed when he recognized songs now and then... "hey! it's the smiths!" *chuckle* and that made me smile in there.) but now i have money (so broke) to renew my driver's license. it expired today. which means only one thing: it's my birthday, and i'm officially one year older than i've ever been in my entire life. and how shall i celebrate such a glorious achievement? by queuing at the dmv. bah, i say again. </story> so, once again, the day is saved thanks to... sinister: uniting our world to make it a better sounding place to eat, drink, and have picnics. lots of picnics. which i hope to attend this late july in l.a. with rachel the fruitloopin' rodeo [drive] queen and benny "grape ape" apps. i have to take notes on foreign relations/trade. i have it in mind to trade one ben apps for one juju fox. one u.k. sinister lad for one u.s. sinister lass sounds fair, doesn't it? i've arranged a courtship with sir chu, but if we can't fool the immigration, i'll go looking for a true love. wrong kind, right kind, i don't care. anyone to take my mind off the boy. sweets and treats to all. hearts, juju __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Autos - Get free new car price quotes http://autos.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: Belle & Sebastian sign new record deal
by Katrina House 16 Jul '02

16 Jul '02

Belle & Sebastian are delighted to announce that on Friday July 12th 2002, they signed a new four-album worldwide deal with Rough Trade Records. We also want to say thank you very much to all the support Jeepster and Matador have given us over the years. The band are currently rehearsing for the Peel Acres session - broadcast live on BBC Radio One on July 25th - and the upcoming Sudoeste, Benicassim and Haldern Festivals. Stuart has also written a news piece which is now online at http://www.belleandsebastian.co.uk/home Here's to the future! cheers, Belle & Sebastian. http://www.banchory.net http://www.belleandsebastian.co.uk/home +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: What colour is a hiccup? Burple!
by robin stout 16 Jul '02

16 Jul '02

Hello! I'm gazing out the window through my new blue rimmed spectacles. I usually wear contact lenses, but I've got a bit of conjunctivitis so I'm getting used to seeing the world through glasses again. I've already acquired the habit of pushing them up to the bridge of my nose every few minutes because they keep sliding down. I'm trying to make it look endearing. The one thing that I can really see better now that I'm wearing glasses is all the other people who wear them too. I keep wanting to wave at them to say "hey! i'm in the glasses gang too!", but I reckon they're not as excited about these things as I am, anymore. Yesterday I was thinking a lot about thumbs. First of all I noticed how my thumbs were coming apart at the seams, where my thumbnails start, and I was thinking how that always happens and thumbs are a bit rubbish. Then, last night, I went to the new Spar up Crwys Road and was served by a man who had a very long smelly beard and TWO THUMBS on his left hand. I didn't see his right one, maybe that one had two thumbs too and he was a bit embarrassed about it. Then I started thinking that thumbs are pretty marvellous things, really. Here's all the things they let you do: Hold pencils Press space bars Hitch lifts Bowl bowling balls Send text messages Give a big thumbs up to God for giving you a pair of such special fingers Marvellous! Yesterday I was bored. I decided to look on the internet to see all the other Robin Stouts I could find. While I was looking I came across this CONCLUSIVE PROOF that I am actually Robin Hood: http://www.lib.rochester.edu/camelot/rh/rhimages/hpescape.htm I'm sure you can see the resemblence. I wish I'd had a shave before they took that picture. I wish I'd remembered to put some trousers on, too. I wonder if I can claim royalties off Kevin Costner... Is anyone travelling to the Birmingham picnic from London on Sunday? I'm going to try to travel there from London on Saturday morning, and I'm sure I'll be feeling pretty sore from the party I'm going to the night before, so if anyone's going to be around to kick me out of bed it'll be appreciated. Well, no, it probably won't be, not if I'm in bed, but it will still be a GOOD THING. glad to wear glasses, Robin xxx _________________________________________________________________ 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: unrequited love follows me around
by michael grant 16 Jul '02

16 Jul '02

how i feel: i *love* him. i feel this emptiness inside because im not with him all the time, just in my chest, quite central, just where the ribcage seperates. it's like a void, pulling every part of me into it. and it doesnt go when im with him. he does make me happy, but it hurts like fuck to be with him, but not *with* him. what i want: i want him to feel the same, for him to love me, and not in the way i already know he does. in the 'true love stars' way. i want him to *love* me. i want to hold him. i want to wake up next to him. i want him to be the first thing i see in the morning, every morning. i want to fall asleep in his arms. i want him to fall asleep in mine. i want to watch him as he sleeps. i want him to be happy. i think about him all the time. i see him when he's not there. i always think that that's him walking across the road, or his voice i hear on the tv. i can't get him out of my head. his love is all i think about. but i'm pretty sure he doesn't. feel the same. i'm pretty sure he knows what i shall be telling him tomorrow. and i'm pretty sure i know what he will say. he'll say he loves me, but not like that. and it's killing me. but i have to say it. i have to make him know exactly how i feel. so he isn't left with some random drunken shouty emotion i hurled at him last week. i have to articulate what i feel. how i feel. i blame her. i had to run into her at the weekend. unrequited love follows me around. i know it. it dangles happiness in front of my face like a carrot, and then, just when im counting my chickens, it slams the door in my face. it's just that my heart is on the other side. and i'm fucked. about a year ago it was her turn, and now when someone else is getting their chance, she comes along to remind me about the last time. brilliant. (i dont blame her for him not loving me, i blame her for making me feel this way, right now. she was the 'trigger-age', as a good friend of mine once said. a catalyst is how normal people might describe it. the reminder of what happened last time is forcing me into action this time around, fruitless though it may be.) im not blaming either of them. it's not their fault that i fall in love with people who don't love me. she has been a bitch to me, but not because she didnt love me. she managed to bugger up our friendship in many other ways. she's multi-talented. how likely is it that we're going to find *love*, anyway. to find someone for whom you would give up your soul. and then for them to feel the same. at the same time. under the same circumstances. this is why people settle. they can't face a lifetime alone, so they be with people they know they don't *love* with true-love-stars. i couldn't ever do that, but hey, what do i know? im not in the most emotionally objective place right now. drunk on romance. and sorrow. it's just that i can't imagine being with someone for whom i feel any less than what i feel right now. does anybody think it's odd that the first person i fell in love with was a girl, then the next a boy? it feels totally fine to me, but i can see why it may sound odd. cos it does sound odd. but it was the same situation both times. they were friends first and foremost. good friends. the issue of sex/gender/sex only entered into it when the emotion was there. i don't think this comes under the term bisexuality though. it might just be me, but that word seems to have connotations of extreme promiscuity, which is the total opposite of what i am describing. (apologies to anyone who does describe themselves as bisexual. it's the word i have a problem with, not the state of mind/person/sexuality/other. semantics, pah.) it's just the people i've fallen in love with. one girl, one boy. simple as that. "im not heterosexual, i'm not homosexual, i'm just sexual" "i don't like men, i don't like women, i like people. i *love* people" many apologies for this ramble. if you have read it all, many more apologies and heartfelt thanks. if anyone has anything to say before i meet him tomorrow, let me know. a different point of view would be nice. thanks again, michael.xx _________________________________________________________________ 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. 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Sinister: Reporting back. from the top of Primrose hill.still.
by Paul Arathoon 15 Jul '02

15 Jul '02

So I appear to have been at the picnic. It was hot. I played football, scoring 2 before suffering from heavy trousers syndrome in the second half. There was some badminton. I forgot everyone's names and didn't really say hello to many of the (seeming) hundreds who were there. which is why there are probably a lot of people wondering 'who the fuck were you?'. I was called Paul and I can't remember what i was wearing. What impressed me most were the people next to us who had food from Harrod's Food Hall. That is clearly the way forward in terms of picnicing. And that inflatable ball which threatened to run amock. I do remember Mark C though because he Dj'd and said hello to me, and the ubiquitous Ken and a couple more Pauls and Asm. And Greg who was much maligned for coming straight from the set of his latest 80's Bratpack movie. Still, his moves on the football pitch were more reminiscent of 70's Brazil. I wished I had a pair of portable record players (which I will have soon) so I could have provided a soundtrack. Given the heat however, the vinyl might have started to flop so perhaps it is a good thing I didn't. i then went all the way home and back (not an inconsiderable distance) to change clothes and shower and stuff before going to Strange fruit. Everyone who had been at the picnic was (almost literally) glowing. The bands..well Cherry orchard sounded like a less charismatic, slight stale, Style Council. I believe I was probably at Oval on the Northern Line when Easter played so I won't comment. And I danced a bit to some great records. And then it was hometime. paul p.s. next time someone should take the responsibility for bringing at least three corkscrews. _________________________________________________________________ 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: "Be true to yourself. And look good while you're at it."
by Miss Marianna Longmire 15 Jul '02

15 Jul '02

Yes, Strange Fruit was rather good wasn't it? The bands were so-so, but grow me a monobrow and call me Olaf if the Strange Fruit posse didn't pull out all the stops on throwing, quite possibly, the BEST club night of the year. Personal highlights. . The uber bi-atchy door bitches. A position I aspire to attain. . Miss Sarah Garrett Sonner's impeccable dancing arm movements. . Mr Greg Pallis sporting an 80s-esque collar worthy of Jacque Lu Cont. . Bootlegs galore . An unfaultable play list from the DJ of Genius - Pulp, Baxendale, Fischerspooner, Le Tigre. And of course, Mr Mark Casarotto kindly played Chicks on Speed's "Glamour Girl" for me. Swoon. I love "Glamour Girl". I love the fact it's a perfect six minute slice of euro clash nonsense. I love the fact it's sung by mentalists sporting paper dresses held together with gaffa tape. I love the fact the opening and closing samples are vocal stabs from Take That. And I adore the fact that the Chicks didn't even know it. MISS MARIANNA: "Glamour Girls" is great. Two of my favourite, diametrically opposed bands combined on one record. Any particular reason for choosing Take That as your opening and closing samples? CHICK M: What? Oh my god! Oh no, I didn't know that! CHICK K: <Uncontrollable laughter> CHICK A: That's so funny, that's so cool. We made that with Punk Anderson and I always assumed that was him. Chicks on Speed are, quite simply, the tits. They were one of the first bands to make me throw off my indie shackles and re-discover the joys of frivolous glamour and hipster superficiality. It was because of them I bleached my hair. It was because of them I bought killer high heel boots and it was because of them that I wrapped loose scraps of material around my body and secured it with staples and ribbons so I could wear DIY fashion to parties. The Chicks changed my world. Not since falling in love with Edward Furlong had I deliberately changed my style to echo that of my idols*. It was all nonsense of course, but somehow everything seemed terribly important again. I was so excited by music again that certain tracks made me physically ill. They were that good. So I went back to playing piano and quit frequenting the Grosvenor to see who else had thrown a three-piece together. And I held lounge room discos in my apartment, and I was utterly, utterly content with the world and my place in it. D.I.G.R.E.S.S.I.O.N.S. Big, fat, blubbery apologies. What was I doing? Attempting some sort of ramshackle reporting back post to support the theories of Ken and Rob that fun was had. Right then. Other London Sinister gatherings of note: Sarah Garrett Sonner, Ken Chu, Liz Daplyn, Mark Casarotto and I formed a team to battle the wit of a certain celebrity crush of mine through the medium of a pub quiz. Our table was the amusingly titled Rah, Rah Rasputeenz. We did rather well, score wise. Crush wise, I made do with a grand entrance followed by intense eye contact. The seeds have been planted. mua ha ha. Another evening saw the aforementioned joined by Stevie Trousers, Sunnyset, Rachel London, Dimitra and Stefano for some karaoke warbling at the King of Corsica. There were pints of bitter for £1. ONE POUND! Not surprisingly, we were all suitably inebriated yet still, the Sinister Massiiiiive were superb in their respective performances; Casarotto in fine falsetto form as he stormed through "Baby One More Time", Rachel plural doing "Back for Good", Stefano singing "What I Am", Liz out-simmering Ms Ellis Bextor in Spiller glory, Ken storming through "Brown Eyed Girl" and then there was Stevie, out-rocking us all with "I love Rock 'n Roll". Later, soiree at Rachel London's for drinks, tunes and dare-devil hanging out of windows. Kick Ass. There was picnicking. And bowling too. But others should really expound on these. xx Miss Marianna Longmire * I grew my fringe out to match his coiffeur in Terminator 2. Somehow, I thought that if I had the same hairstyle as the spunky Master Furlong, I would be a shoe-in for his wife. I was 12. It made sense at the 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: pee
by molly due 15 Jul '02

15 Jul '02

hello sinister, i'd first like to say thanks to all the people you've contacted me and made me feel at home. you rule. it has been pointed out to you all that analleakage is in my e-mail address. yes it's true i do like potty humor and am fascinated with bodily functions. i hope i didn't offend anyone, but then again you all are a bit of a dirty lot, right? speaking of bodily functions i had an interesting/traumatizing experience last Friday. I was on the porch of my friends house who lives on the ground floor of a busy street where all the sophisticated people of the city hang out or something. anyway the porch is surrounded by bushes. you have to be standing to see over the bushes but if you are sitting you can see the bottom halves of people through the branches/trunks/whatever of the bushes. so i'm sitting and i'm facing the side of the porch when all of the sudden i see a dick being whipped out. it's quite surprising and at first i think it is my brother. this is because the guy with his dick out had the same color clothes as my brother, my brother is on the way over, and he is known to pee wherever the fancy takes him. a second later i realize it's not my brother and therefore i am free to check out the goods.(nothing special) the guy hears some snickering but does not stop urinating. i guess some people have no shame or else he didn't realize we had a clear view of his penis. anyway it was a potentially traumatizing experience that turned into a simple silly occurence. well, that's all for now. talk to you soon -molly now for some list abuse: I will be in NYC from August 3 to August 10. I have to turn in my visa application and a bunch of other crap in person because i ran out of time to mail it. oh well, vacation time. so if anyone in the NEW YORK CITY AREA would like to have some beers with me sometime let me know. also myself and my travel companion are considering going to BOSTON for a short two day trip. if anyone in BOSTON wants to meet a super cool person and her okay friend and possibly let them sleep on their floor for one night it would be much appreciated. one of my best friends somehow talked his way into going on tour playing in a friend's band. they already played the states and are now going to europe. i am incredibly jealous, so i begrudgingly give you this link which has the tour dates and venues. check 'em out if you have nothing better to do. here's the link: www.dirtyloop.com __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Autos - Get free new car price quotes http://autos.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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