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Sinister: haldern and wet feet
by anakin_sky＠gmx.net 14 Aug '02

14 Aug '02

hello. i'm truly sorry to have to say this, and i guess after this i no longer deserve to be on sinister: i was deeply disappointed with belle & sebastian at haldern festival. i've just read dimitra's post, and i don't know what happened... i really love b&s, and they are able to move and touch me deeply, otherwise i would't be on this list in the first place. but in haldern they seemed completely fucked up, stoned, moody, listless, uncaring. i say this after having seen them in rotterdam in april and having found them absolutely gorgeous and glorious and tear-jerking there. i guess the main problem in haldern was that the sound was really shite, they were way too quiet, the microphone didn't work properly, etc.; must have been a specific b&s sound problem though, because gomez before them and the notwist after them sounded good (and were great.) hm. also stuart forgot some lyrics and sang really badly at times, it all sounded like a bad karaoke show. and it wasn't only me, i was there with a lot of b&s fans, and they all seemed to think more or less the same. although i really loved the songs, and i danced, and i sang with them, and i was still happy to see them, but generally they just disappointed many of their fans. so, that's out. would love to hear some opinions on whether it is okay to slag off a gig of a band one deeply loves. my personal haldern highlight were doves. OH MY GOD, they rocked so hard and they made me so happy. i was standing right in front of the stage with some crazy irish, australians, and english people with a rubber giraffe called jerry. i had so much fun up there, and i was so moved; doves were playing my favourite song for the first time ever ("sulphur man") and it made me cry with happiness. the other bands that rocked (in my opinion): gomez, cooper temple clause, savoy grand (heart-breakingly beautiful), mull historical society, supergrass, leaves, notwist. so a smashing festival it was nonetheless, and i had a really cool time, drinking a lot, dancing a lot, and laughing a lot. yeah. so what's the weather like in your parts of the world, because here in germany we have serious raining that has resulted in flooded areas galore in many parts of germany. leipzig, the place i am right now, is like an island in the state of saxony, where loads places suffered heavy flooding and a huge number of people had to leave their homes. it's catastrophic, but hopefully it will stop raining soon. anne. -- GMX - Die Kommunikationsplattform im Internet. http://www.gmx.net +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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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Re: Sinister: We're Traaaaaash, you and me
by helen theaker 14 Aug '02

14 Aug '02

(For Hotmail users) About the Trash/Junk status of sinister emails, I managed to stop it from putting them in the Junk Mail folder by putting sinister(a)missprint.org in my safe list. You do this by selecting a sinister email in the Junk Mail folder, and clicking on the button 'This is not Junk Mail'. It then comes up with a dialogue and you just click 'yes'. Voila! Cheers Helen _________________________________________________________________ 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: storytelling review
by Robert Brennan 14 Aug '02

14 Aug '02

I know it's been out for a while and we've all formed our opinons but fans of the pop band Belle & Sebastian might like to know that the Onion has a review of Tory Shelling: http://www.theonionavclub.com/avclub3829/music3829.html The text is at the end of this post for those without the old-fashioned interweb. Ken inked: 'I was outside, talking to a boy and a girl, the boy was wearing a "Moog" synthesiser T-Shirt' He sounds like a nice bloke - I think it was his first picnic too. Robster [][][][][][] Belle And Sebastian Storytelling (Jeepster/Matador) United by a shared understanding of suburban ennui, the music of Belle And Sebastian and the films of Todd Solondz make for a more natural match than the sum total of Solondz's Storytelling would suggest. Maybe that's why the film seems improved by its soundtrack album, which finds a heart beneath the layers of creeping misanthropy. According to Belle And Sebastian trumpeter Mick Cooke, only about six minutes of music composed for the film made it into the final cut. That leaves the band with a grab bag of instrumental and vocal tracks that are too specific in their intent for a proper B&S album, but which (dialogue excerpts aside) have only a passing connection to the film itself. As an album, Storytelling is most easily viewed as an assortnment of B&S songs that almost accidentally make up a compelling album all their own, though split almost evenly between instrumental and vocal tracks. The former reveal that the group's idea of a cinematic score has a lot in common with the work of Ennio Morriconealthough, typically enough for a band that avoids directly canonical influences, tracks like "Freak," "Fuck This Shit," and "Consuelo" owe a greater debt to the work Morricone turned out for indistinguishable romances and thrillers in the '60s and '70s than to any of his more famous efforts. The brief, dreary "I Don't Want To Play Football" aside, the vocal tracks have the unforced charm of the singles that Belle And Sebastian regularly turns out between albums: sunny pop with rainy lyrics. There's an unprecedented hint of funk on "Big John Shaft," a song about the impossibility of balancing Hollywood acting and self-respect, written for Storytelling actor Robert Wisdom. And the title track sums up the themes of Solondz's film in just over three minutes, without any limp stabs at American Beauty or uncomfortable gags about cerebral palsy. Not a bad trick. Keith Phipps __________________________________________________ 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: when I had dreams / when I was young / used to hear voices / used to sing along
by m. paisley 13 Aug '02

13 Aug '02

Recommended Music for Sinister Ears: 1. Chicago "Cell Block Tango" (Single, My Ass) >that what we have is insignificant. What we have (Me >and..say, Mrs. X) is fun. Movies, walks in the park, My advice is to stay away from women named Mrs. X, unless you happen to be Mr. X. >another thing, I currently have a girlfriend (who I do >also like: I should make a choice shouldn't I?) And, anyway, what are you doing hanging with X's? You must live somewhere with gun control. So I heard that Chicago is being made into a film, which is great because I never got the chance to see the musical. It was just last week that a friend of mine (who HAS seen the musical, and is already worrying about the artistic stylings of the movie in the making) played a bit of it while we were rearranging the position of his new bed. Nothing smutty should be read into that last phrase. The smut comes later. It's going to be my content, too. Can't you wait? Oh, alright. I'll try get to it as quickly. Well, last night I went to the Beth Orton concert. 2. Beth Orton "Stolen Car" and "Devil Song" My friend Martin was asking me what I was going to do that night. And I said I was going to see Beth Orton and listen to her play. And he didn't know who she was. And I tried to explain to him that her music was exquisite comfort, very good for when I am feeling sad and introspective. Beautiful vocals and strings, and I was trying to say that they had something to do with emptiness, and I mentioned that I'd read of her parents both dying before she was 20. And he said, "Oh, get over it" (about her parents), which is a terrific way to make me pissed off and shut down a conversation. What I wanted to say something about the grieving and the dreaminess of her songs. Martin may be a friend of mine, but that doesn't mean he isn't a jackass with a living family whom he visits frequently. Isn't life bad enough that the least we can offer each other is compassion? Are anyone's sorrows beyond our own individual troubles so incomprehensible? I mean, really. The night before that was even better, though, because I went to a David concert. Now, I am a B&S fan. Oh yes, I definitely am. 3. David Garza "Loveless" and "We Told You So" [download the mp3's at http://www.thiseuphoria.net/music/] But David is special to me, because his music was my original music. His songs are my original comfort music, or joyful music, or bitter sounds that resonated with me. You're psychotic fans, I hope we can understand each other here. He's touring a bit at the moment, but he's scheduled to do two more shows in Austin, and if I feel really ambitious I may try to see one in Dallas, too. 4. Alejandro Escovedo "I Was Drunk" and "Put Your Down" Howard Shady (I think that was him) mentioned that old ex-alcoholic cowpunk. You know he's got a musical running here in Austin? BOO! It's time for the content at last! Because the night before I saw David, I went to sleep early. But the night before that, I went to Zilker Park to see "Into the Woods." BUT THE NIGHT BEFORE THAT... I went to a strip club for the very first time. 5. Belle & Sebastian "My Wandering Days Are Over" You were doing it for businessmen on the piano, Belle. How it come about is a nearly unbearably long tale. But this visit requires some explanation. My friend Blake has been needing a job for the better part of the summer, yes, another summer wasting. A couple of the blocks that have prevented this include him not getting accepted due to failure of the psychology testing portion of the application (to work at places like video rentals or sunglasses stores). We couldn't work out just why specifically, but his mother used to beat him some when she got drunk (sometimes with the bottle) and I'm going to boldly hypothesize that she may have got him on the head too many times. None of the above prevented him from getting into college or being a really great person, but another problem has been that the places where he was accepted to work could only hire females. Because they already had too many males. And they needed their numbers to even out some. And all along, his dad's been offering to get him a job at this certain strip club, as a barback, which is something a little less than a bartender. A lousy job, but a job that would pay, you know? Blake hardly wanted to be around drunk people anymore, but he asked me and I said he could just work it and keep searching for something else. And he said alright, but he wanted me to come with him. Getting in was okay, and the contact guy talked to Blake and while he was filling out the papers I got to sit down in the main room. I looked around some for a while. I thought to myself about the girls I know from the university who always start talking about turning to stripping and dancing when it comes time to pay tuition and rent. I looked at the girls who were working in there, and they were working hard. I don't guess they get much outside training, but internally those women must be pretty damn tough to work a job like that. Those college girls always talk about dancing and all as being "easy money," and then they look at you. Like they're challenging you to say they're not pretty enough. I just say "Okay, so do it." But they never do. It's not a question of pretty, although the bodies in there were the kind you think of. Stereotypes...flat here, round and full there, and a nice face with a lot of hair all curled around. I just don't think it's right to say that any job is easy until you actually work it. It's disrespectful to the people who've actually been there. Anyway, I got tired of looking and started reading my book after a while. But then the hiring manager wanted to talk to Blake in the back office, and Blake gave me a look, so I had to get up and follow them back into a cramped office with three chairs crammed in and naked girlie posters coating the walls. When he'd finished talking and we got up to leave, he noticed my book and asked to see it. I was kind of reluctant, because I didn't know what he was going to do with it. But I handed it to him, and told him it was "The Perks of Being a Wallflower," which is a rather Sinister book that Blake had lent to me. His big red and white face stared at the cover and flipped through a few pages, not seeming to recognize what it was. Then he smiled big and said, "I know this is a good book. Know why?" (obligatory shrug and waiting smile) "Lookit this name. Ends in s-k-y." Stephen Chobosky. Indeed. "Means it was written by a Polack." And then he laughed, a huge loud laugh. I never in my life before heard anyone say the word "Polack" before. Of course, I was nigh twenty before I could grasp that people actually did use the word "tits" as an acceptably serious word, either. I thought it was just kids who used it. Adults are so often disappointing. I smiled tightly and took my book back from the man. Out in the parking lot, Blake and I had a conversation like this: "What the hell was that?" "Did you like looking at those 'entertainers'?" "Is he Polish with a weird sense of humor or what?" "I'm never going back there." As it turned out, the job his dad had supposedly secured hadn't really been available. And both the managers Blake had talked to were drunk and creepy about it, so he isn't going to try to work there anymore. But to Sinister, I shall always return. Because... 6. Sam Cooke "You Send Me" Especially Liz, who also thrills me. Yup, darling, you thrill me, honest you do. And Sinister, I want to marry you and take you home. This is all I got, and this is all I am. Goddamn. I'm still Paisley, but I'm contemplating Plaid. _________________________________________________________________ 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. 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Sinister: Stories and Ink Polaroids from Haldern and other places
by Dimitra Daisy 13 Aug '02

13 Aug '02

...This is one of me and Rachel and Belle sitting on a bench by the river in Nairn talking to the one-and-a-half-legged seagull. Belle has just jumped on Rachel and Rachel has just got jam on her trousers. They sky is cloudy and bright and the light is coming from everywhere around. It feels so unreal and magical. I am holding a stolen rose thats pretending to be a daisy and if you listen close enough, you can hear me say: I am a lurker, Im not a lurker, I am a lurker, Im not Hello, Im Dimitra and I like Belle and Sebastian. Actually, I like them so much, that I thought it would be a good idea to stop in Germany on my way from Scotland to Greece to see them once more and to meet yet some more sinisterines. Travelling is a strange thing, though, it sort of happens without you; once you decide it, it just takes care of itself. And Ive been to and left so many places and different situations and ways of living in the past month, that on my the train from Amsterdam to Germany, I was feeling like an alien what the hell am I doing here? But then again, I couldnt think of anywhere else I could be. So I stayed on the train and listened to Richards perfect mixtape, and waited for the time when it would all start feeling okay. At first Haldern was hot, later on, it was wet; everyone was speaking different languages and I hadnt really known them before. But they were lovely, really: they put up my tent for me (cause I had never seen it before and couldnt figure out what to do), they gave me food and drink and money and everything else I had managed not to bring with me; and it has something to do with falling asleep and waking up again and people being there, but by Saturday morning Haldern was the right place to be despite the rain. ...This one was taken on Friday afternoon thats me looking silly in the middle of the road and the girl walking up to me is Nal. I know shes Nal, but for some reason all I can think of is shes not Ola (for who I am waiting for) so when she asks me if I know who she is, I say no. You can see the stupid look on my face, the fields around of which the camping site consisted, and generally Germany being sunny! You cant see Ola walking up to us cause shes on the opposite side... ...Thats from a few hours later, there werent any lights in the fields so it was very dark with the darkness of the countryside. The boy thats sitting half in and half out of the tent is Mark Bots; hes smoking and talking in a drunk quiet voice about how flat Holland is; I am kneeling on the grass and getting wet (the weather had changed); you can make out the outlines of tents that are not in rows-, cars, and at the back, some trees; and above them, there are three or so fireworks. Theyre green and orange. To my tired and dazzled mind it all feels like a dream... ...And this is from the next morning, thats Mark and Marsha sitting under the tree in the rain having breakfast. Its fairly dry under the tree but all around the rain falls harder and harder; you can see it fall on yet another- green field behind them... I joined them, and we sat there until the tree started dripping too much for our liking. Then the rain stopped, and later on Belle and Sebastian came on stage, and the what else am I going to do for this band, why am I doing this anyway soon turned into what am I going to do when they stop touring? What am I going to do without them?! . This was the sixth time Ive seen them play (in a little longer than a year) and it was the one that made me remember all the reasons why I ever fell in love with them in the first place, and fall in love with them again. Im not sure how this time was different from the others, I have to admit that the setlist was perfect and that they do, really, seem to be having more fun on stage without Isobel but there was something about it, and when Stuart sang you can concentrate on the ones you love it brought back memories of the time I first heard that and how I was so thrilled, and touched, and surprised, that there was someone else out there that concentrates on the ones they love before they fall asleep. And they made a song about it! And I liked it so much, that I bought all their records and I joined a mailing list about them; so much, that three years later, almost every other song reminded me of something: Waking Up to Us reminded me of listening to it in Benicassim and thinking I though theyd never write songs that describe my life anymore, but this does! Wow!, Jonathan David reminded me of singing it in various places around Europe that summer; Scooby Driver made me bounce and Roy Walker made me dance, Simple Things made me sigh and Loneliness of A Middle Distance Runner almost made me cry. And thank god for Belle and Sebastian. And I was so happy, I wanted to cry and bounce and laugh at the same time; I wanted to marry them and take them home with me, I wanted to watch Stevie spin and dance and be so cute in genaral and I wanted to figure out whats going on in Stuarts head and I wanted to make Mick smile and make Sarah talk and laugh at Chris jokes. (It was a bit sad, when they disappeared backstage: how we think of them and they dont need us in their lives). And wherever I looked there were happy Belle and Sebastian fans, grinning stupidly and bouncing to the music played in their heads. ...This one is of Robbie, one of the Bowlie kids, doing that exactly... ...Oh, this one is of the Belle and Sebastian party we had later, we sat on a blanket and listened to the latest Peel Session and Tigermilk and sang along and we talked about how they and the internet changed our lives, and about travelling and different places. All the things that Ive come to like about festivals, that is. But all you can see is a bunch of kids sat behind a car in the dark, drinking, looking at the stars. I told you, it was very dark. I think we were too inspired and happy to let this night end and to make it last longer, we sat in the space between our tents Mark, Ola and Goshia, Annie, Aton, Olivier, and Andreas, a random German bloke Aton had met at the station. Mark and Ola played the guitar and we sang along, some people more than others. (This one is of Mark singing dEUS Three Blind Mice, which send me right back the when I was 18). And then, when they ran out of songs to play on the guitar, we sang without it some people did more than others I usually dont sing, and theres a reason for that; as Mark very kindly put it, I have a Moldy Peaches type of voice. Meaning, I cant sing really. But Mark and Ola said I sounded nice, and no one complained, so I sang three of four Hefner songs with Ola, along with This Charming Man; and then I sang half a Hefner song, Ÿ of an Aislers Set song and a greek nursery rhyme about all things pink. On my own. In the dark. To seven other people. And it felt great. ...I think this one is from when I was singing Home, I cant tell you how priceless it feels to bounce in the dark (to keep warm) and sing to a circle of Belle and Sebastian fans that Dirty young wives turn to pretty young mums in the springtime Youre dirty bussinessmen with no light in your lives Youve got no dirty little wife of your own I cant believe its true what theyre saying I just want to go home All these people are cheaters and liars I just want to go home Youll never know what your love is like My true love is at home We've got the songs, we've got the sun, we've got the love... ...And this one is from the when I was singing in greek I had my eyes closed and my fists clenched and I must have looked like a five-year-old at a school show. Everyone took it as a lullaby. Love and pink songs and dark nights zoziepop xx ps I want to really really thank Ola and Mark for getting me to sing, and Mark especially for finding something nice to say about my singing! I never thought this could happen. I am as thankful to them as I am to Kenny for making me dance at Tigermilking for the first time in my life pps Here is the almost perfect setlist (stolen from the Bowlie Boards and revised and still probably inaccurate), so that you can be appropriately jealous: Fuck This Shit Sleep the clock around String Bean Jean Waking Up to Us Wandering Alone Get Me Away From Here Like Dylan In The Movies Jonathan David Scooby Driver (extended version! Woo!) Simple Things The Boy With The Arab Strap Dirty Dream Number Two Roy Walker Middle Distance Runner Wrong Girl Me and the Major Legal Man And Kraftwerks "Das Modell" (with Stuart and Stevie not singing the words very confidently and the melody based on Micks trumpet, sooo great), then the Model, and Seymour Stein somewhere in the middle but Im not sure when. Do you see why were so happy? pps Back to being a lurker! _________________________________________________________________ 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: possible solution to the prisoner riddle
by Thomas Tollefsen 13 Aug '02

13 Aug '02

Hey all, I'm sorry to say that this post has virtually no Belle and Sebatian conten; so if you don't like this riddle stuff, you'd best not waste your time and read further. O.K., so after racking my brain (is that even an expression?) for many a moon, here is what I would do if I were one of those prisoner types in the riddle: They designate one prisoner as the "counter". I know, we could call him Stuart or The Major (now there's some content!). (Alternatively, and slightly more efficiently, they agree that the person who goes in on day 2 as the counter, for reasons which shall soon be apparent.) (Even more efficiently, they can designate the person who goes in on day 3. More on that later.) The prisoners (other than the counter) follow the following rules: If the bulb is off, and if they have never turned the bulb on before, they turn in on. Otherwise, they do nothing with the light. The counter does this: If the light is on, he turns it off and adds one to his count. If the light is off, he does nothing. If he has turned the light off 99 times, he declares that everyone has been in the room and they all go free. I haven't worked out the average time this will take, but I'm quite sure it's something over 9,900 days. (9,900 days is the average amount of time it will take for the counter to enter the room 99 times. Since some times he enters, the light will be off - because no one new has entered since his previous visit - the average time will be longer.) The slight efficiency improvement has to do with modifying the rules for the first two days and naming the person on day 3 as the "counter". The first day, the person turns the light on. On the second day, if it's a new person, he leaves the light on. If it's the same person as day 1, he turns if off. The counter arrives on day 3. If the light is on, he starts his count at 2. If the light is off, he starts his count at 1. Voila and they all go free to discuss the merits of Storytelling! Well maybe not quite so voila, seeing how this would still take at a minimum over 27 years. Maybe they all have life sentences though and 27 years seems like a happy enough alternative. Whadya think, eh? Again, sorry for no B and S content, but I thought that there might be some people who would find even a highly inefficient solution at least interesting to gnaw on for a while. "And now we rise, and we are everywhere" Tom __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? HotJobs - Search Thousands of New Jobs http://www.hotjobs.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: An entry of pelvis
by kenneth.chu＠uclh.org 13 Aug '02

13 Aug '02

Hey sinistees, So we're running up to the 5th birthday of Sinister. It is soothing to see the list to be suitably filled with a pleasant air of listalgia. I went into my drawer last night too and found a nice, though badly taken polaroid. The picture was taken on a hot lazy summer's day, seemingly of an off-licence in Camden Town. There was a calender inside the off-licence, on it it read 15th July, 2000 - the same day as the first sinister picnic I'd attended. I was outside, talking to a boy and a girl, the boy was wearing a "Moog" synthesiser T-Shirt, and the girl was carrying a bag, and inside the bag was some "Party Rings", and she had a DYNO sticker on her handbag with her name etched on it. The girl was very pretty and the boy had very nice boobs. I still can't really believe it's been over two years. I can still remember it just like yesterday, so many things have happened since, people come and gone, jobs lost and found, drinks bought and drunk and spilt and/or stolen, heart broken, and broken, but still that great big bloody hill is still there. And Honey still rocks. She rocked my socks especially today for some reason. Liz Daplyn has a lot more class than I. Whilst she was indulging in a Henry Wood Promenade concert on the BBC, I was watching a documentary on the girl who did "The World's Biggest Gang Bang", involving 251 men in 10 hours, on Channel 4. It was such a sad story too, she had all kinds of issues and all of these happened without even her mum knowing. I can't remember the point of telling you this was, I guess my mum doesn't know that I'm on some Internet list. No 251 girls in 10 hour actions yet though. Any volunteers? Not from Big Stu though.. he's too big for comfort. I really should buy a new pair of Red Knickers too for this year's Red Knicker Day, since the pair I had, two years ago, are now looking decidedly brown. A big contributing factor to having brown pants could have been the fact that last night, I played DANCE DANCE REVOLUTION EUROMIX T!W!O! for the first time, and it was the dog's Sandras. I got to dance to Duran Duran, for God's sake. And.. Steps... One day DDR will have Belle & Sebastian on it, I tell you, and I'll be able to tell you or about it on sinister, if Sinister will still be here. I hope so. Traditions, revolutions and Red Bulls Ken P.S.: Wouldn't it be nice if on the 5th Birthday of Sinister the band will release the clues of the Treasure Hunt? Surely Neil Robertson is dying to, I mean, the words "Treasure Hunt" even rhyme with his favourite word. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: armchair teary - "i have a jaw, i have a broken jaw" peter dog lyon (1963)
by terry underwear 13 Aug '02

13 Aug '02

hello everyone, today i dropped a $2 coin down the back of my armchair. so i tried to get it out. what followed was funny, then sad. the following is a list of what i found in the back of my armchair (which was my aunts, then my parents, and has been mine for about 5 years - it is from the 50's i think) : a peg (no surprises there), a cool blue toy spanner, a fake charlie chaplinesque moustache, a pencil, a jigsaw piece (someone, somewhere, is cursing at this very moment), a purple texta, a piece of fence from a toy farm set, and a blue and white straw. All of those things made me think of being a kid - and being excited about building little farms, fixing broken toys with toy tools, then breaking the toy again so as I could fix it again. And the straw made me think of fishing with my dad and brother. you see, the best bait to use to catch herring is blue and white straws. or so my dad told me. we never did use to catch many fish... Excited by my find, I thought i would look in the sides of the chair. i was not disappointed. finds included: a Monkee's Trading card from 1966!, an entry form to win $500 - unfortunately the competition ended on the 26th of August, 1967, 2 trading cards (depicting spectacular car crashes!) from Weet-Bix packets, a small piece of newspaper with nothing of note on it, a comb, a photo of my uncle and aunt and cousins, a piece of paper with "i have a jaw, i have a broken jaw, peter dog lyon, 28/08/63" written on it (rather strange..), and last, but certainly not least, a letter from my nana to my older brother and I asking how school was going, how our dog (patsy) and cat (ginger) were, and telling me that my stuffed toy (puppy) was okay and enjoying his holiday in perth. you see i took puppy everywhere, and i accidentally left him at my nana and pop's once. But my nana found him, and said that he was having a nice holiday, and that he missed me. That was very sweet of her. She died about 8 years ago. I cried then, and I cried again today. i wish i could thank her. i didn't found my $2 coin. but i found lots of memories. i put everything back down the armchair, except for the photo and the letter. maybe in years to come someone else will drop a coin down there and find so much more than they had hoped for. maybe i should drop something belle and sebastianny down there. then if they happen to be on sinister they will have some content. be nice, terry PSa - happy birthdays to kin and jim! PSb - the recipe tree is kind of underway (send me recipes!). Caitlin Pigtails is very kindly and fantastically archiving the recipes on her website if anyone is interested. Here is a link: http://www.joannou.net/topofthestairs/sinifood/ If you want to get involved just email me. __________________________________________________________ Outgrown your current e-mail service? Get a 25MB Inbox, POP3 Access, No Ads and No Taglines with LYCOS MAIL PLUS. http://login.mail.lycos.com/brandPage.shtml?pageId=plus +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: Reporting Bach
by Liz Daplyn 13 Aug '02

13 Aug '02

Well hello there chickens. HASTA LA VISTA Like rats leaving a sinking city, the young and the restless are (re)emigrating for shorter or longer periods of time depending on finance and inclination. The restless having inspired the Sarah Garret Sonner Memorial Games a couple of weeks ago and the young being Greg, whose farewell picnic of the weekend was as drunken and damp as anyone could wish for, even Mark. And we liberated a flat football from a tree. Not to mention communing with a scraggy urban fox at the stage of the night when the red wine wears off and it's time to catch the nightbus or a nasty cold. Or both. JE NE COMPRENDS PAS Anyway, something inspired me last night to listen to the recent Peel session again, and even sober I still like it. Particularly Love on the March (am a sucker for Astrud-Gilertesquerie and other bossa nova stylings) and Desperation Made a Fool of Me. A bit dubious about You Don't Send Me: I know it's difficult to rhyme with 'offend me', but 'you don't send me...' flowers? Text messages? Insane? Grammatically inelegant, I'm calling it, and I'm a fan of the split infinitive, you know. I QUATTRO STAGIONE God I love the BBC. Televised last night (previous to my tape-listening antics. Bugger, that reminds me - my tape tree tape will be in the post tomorrow, to whomever it concerns) from the Royal Albert Hall (scene of last autumn's triumphant B&S do - content!), a Henry Wood Promenade concert consisting of the Best Vivaldi Album in the World Ever Part III, performed con brio but with occasional glibness by the rather good Venice Baroque Orchestra. Italianissimo. The chamber organ was a little lost in the space, but the lutenist was manic and fab. Belfast Bob could take a few lessons in fretwankery. A LA RECHERCHE DES TEMPS PERDU(ES?) This all took me back to even before being on Sinister, sitting in my room at home revising for my GCSEs to the accompaniment of tapes of works by Antonio, also his mates Georg Frideric, Arcangelo and Jean-Baptiste. *sigh* Nostalgia for horrible teenage things like exams and such. However, and this is a rather laboured segue but bear with it: Sinister is one of the few things that I first encountered while (still just) a ghastly teenager, and it's had the grace to remain a thing of beauty and occasional annoyance in my life ever since. Gawd bless. Eeeek! Must buy new red pants. Last year's are in Wales. Profundity is quite beyond me at the moment, but I'm still quite good at baking so I'll see some of you in a couple of weeks for fun and games. Love, Liz :x _________________________________________________________________ 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: (Hot) Mail handling
by Michael Ashbridge 13 Aug '02

13 Aug '02

Miss Hottodir isn't the only one who has noticed Hotmail's curious ideas on what constitutes junk mail and what doesn't. In the OPTIONS screen under the heading of MAIL HANDLING there is an option to set up properties for MAILING LISTS. Once there you can enter sinister(a)missprint.org and your mail should be safe. Alternatively, if you're supremely and unabashedly nerdy like me, you can click on CUSTOM FILTERS and specify a rule stating that anything with the word SINISTER in the subject field should be sent to a folder named SINISTER, which also ensures that off-list replies to your missives don't get junked by mistake. Yours ever, - M. P.S. Miss Hottodir, I'm a Norn Irish listee, and I sent a little something to your hotmail regarding your impending visit. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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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