March 2003 - Sinister - missprint.org

Sinister: the rules of attraction*
by Matthew Henderson 03 Mar '03

03 Mar '03

Hello all, It's 3:30 in the morning, I have a lecture in the morning, and I can't get to sleep. So what happens? Well, obviously, I post to 1500 people...again. But at least there's no Huey Lewis in this one. I'm learning quite a lot living out here in the big city of Glasgow. Sadly, not much of that knowledge is coming from the University I sometimes-attend. One thing I've learned is that the Glasgow indie types know their music, and they know it well. I sometimes wonder how these people found the time in life to soak up all of this information, and I think of how I would never have the time or patience to do that. Then I think of those long weekends where I just sit in my living room watching two seasons of Buffy in a row, and I begin to wonder if I could be doing something more productive with my time (even if it is learning all the different versions of "MacArthur Park" and judging which is better). Still, it's driving me mainstream. I've had three dreams about Zwan, and am fighting not to spend the money on the album, especially with a new Go-Betweens and Aislers Set floating out there (side note: if anyone wants to e-mail me and tell me their thoughts on the new Go-Betweens to help with my decision to purchase it, it would be appreciated). However, one thing I am still trying to get my head around is the time-honoured "pull". Picking up a girl in a club or dance night or pub is something completely new altogether, and i must say, way beyond my current social abilities. An example of my social ineptitudeness: Girl: Hey, you're in my course at Uni. Drunken Matt: Ooh, right. Well, no tutorials tomorrow (slurrr)...gotta fuck off now. So now I know that's not the best idea for next time. I have been informed that a proper pull involves "chatting up" someone, then, at the right moment, moving in for a snog. If the snog is good, then numbers may be exchanged. If not, it's done or perhaps a meeting at the same club some other time to try again. My response to this is a great big "no <expletive> way". Another tactic, which I saw work right before my very own eyes just this Friday, was employed by a sinister. Through a move of sheer brilliance, the sinister "accidentally" flipped a paper frog he found on a table into a cute girl's lap. "oh come, she can't be that stupid...jesus...she is!" But how often is there a paper frog conveniently sitting on a table near a cute girl sitting on her own? While amazing to watch, I suppose that information doesn't really help me very much...unless I make many paper frogs and strategically place them on tables in a club for use later in the evening. Since I have no pick up lines of any worth, and I have found the general female's interest in the Peasants Revolt of 1381 or the Jacobite Rising of '45 can be described as passing at best, I'm out of luck in this territory. Push comes to shove, I can always find a large tub of chocolate, a crate with airholes that simply says "from Waldo", and Laura Llew's address. But that's a rather desperate measure. For now, I'll just be that guy who goes to clubs on his own, and stands on his own, and leaves on his own, and goes home and cries and wants to die. You know, like that T.A.T.U. song. So I might not have the insane indie knowledge of most, but I think that makes me far more indie in spirit. Because what's more indie than a romantic failure**? So perhaps next weekend I will attempt to pull. Come see the tears and recriminations. -Matt *If you were expecting something like Bret Easton Elis, I apologize. Sadly, I don't know of any kidnapped females bound and gagged by yuppies at this time. **Other than a romantic failure by Jim O'Rourke or Steve Pastel P.S. I apologize for the worthlesness of this post. But forgive me, I'm bored, delirious, and shaking from too much tea. P.P.S. In a B+S note, does anyone else think that "Put the Book Back on the Shelf" is one of their most unsung classics? I think it's my favourite at the moment. _________________________________________________________________ Protect your PC - get McAfee.com VirusScan Online http://clinic.mcafee.com/clinic/ibuy/campaign.asp?cid=3963 +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Given A Voice
by Mayfly5502＠aol.com 03 Mar '03

03 Mar '03

I believe you are correct about Belle & Sebastian once being called "Rhode Island" To me that would be the only perk about living in this oh so boring state! There is never anything to do! Oh well..it could be worse. I also don't really know how I feel about Mr. Horn producing for B&S. I guess I will have to see what happens....I'm sure I will be pleased...hopefully. Take care everyone! -Diane +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: preview of heaven
by ian 02 Mar '03

02 Mar '03

somebody once told me that words like sartorial exist, never to be used in conversation, but only to be used to impress others. i told this person i used the word 'sartorial' all the time. but i was just trying to impress her. she asked me a question: 'pixie sticks, and sparkling jello' she said: 'preview of heaven, or tools of lucifer?' i asked her if jello was the same thing as jam. she tutted, and looked away. the following has no relevance to your life, but it is an answer, of sorts: ---------- we crowd close to the stage, unsure if we're really seeing what we're seeing.. la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la ma vie en roooSe do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do quelque choSe is it really him? oh sure, it looks the same. sweet little ginger mop, appealing blue eyes, dimples.. but...this is something of a sartorial shift... he's painted GOLD from head to foot. and he's NAKED. suits him, actually... a new style, and not just sartorially speaking. this is what will happen, within three months of the new product (tentatively titled 'how i discovered GRANNY SHAG MAGS' - the capitals are important, don't forget them) hitting the shelves. trevor horn is fully in control. and he plans to model our indie heroes on some of the most successful artists he has worked with. here's stevie jackson. he has spent every moment since the recording seesions in the gym, and is now buffed and toned to perfection. he is wearing a loin cloth* pull up to the bumper bay-bee in your long black limousine pull up to the bumper bay-bee drive it in bet-ween sex sells. oh yes. trevor has decided the band's shift towards the mainstream must be complemented by a complete image overhaul. but perhaps there can only ever be one grace jones. twist the box..another world.. sarah and isobel (who has rejoined the band for the purposes of this post because she is more convincing in this role than mick cooke could ever be.) are holding hands. the audience smile. its 1995, the girls are just friends. and then, isobel proceeds to remove her school blouse. this takes some doing, because the blouse is very very small and stretched tightly across her breasts. sarah presses herself closer... isobel takes something from her pocket and puts it to her mouth... it is a PIXIE STICK. she won't eat it. she'll just lift it to her mouth and... lets it stay there. sarah takes it from her and nibbles the end. (pixie sticks are sweets that americans eat. in america, DRUG DEALERS wait for halloween and then fill them full of CRACK COCAINE and give them to kids... its true, it says so here: http://www.salon.com/mwt/feature/1999/10/29/halloween_scares/print.html ) this pixie stick, however, does not contain cocaine, just fizzy white stuff. a small trickle of this oozes from the opening, and runs from isobel's mouth.. sarah moves her microphone towards isobel... and whispers 'all the way back home, i'm telling you, i caught the sun..' isobel traces her fingernail along sarah's cheek and allows the words 'creeping up around my window' to catch in her throat before slipping from her lips.. somewhere, underneath, a eurobeat kicks in as the girls grab each other and fall into a HUGE MOUND of sparkling jelly (that's jello, if you're american. apparently. which is not the same as jam. not always.) trevor is experimenting, sartorially speaking. the girls are dressed half as schoolgirls and half as sex-leprechauns. its something he tried with boyzone but it never really worked. after trying to fit the words 'bejesus begorrah bejamus' (which are SCIENTIFICALLY PROVEN to be what leprechauns say) into 'love me for a reason', trev gave up. it was that, and the fact that ronan wouldn't stop fiddling with his buckle. in another dimension, just a second, or a wish away, all the above is true. none of it is relevant to your life. another twist of the box. i watched mulholland drive last night. i've seen it twice now. i hated it the first time, and then left the cinema, worked out an explanation, and decided to love it instead. i love films that trick you, in the way that film does. i love things that remind you that reality is completely subjective, and utterly fragile. i'm sure a few of us have let reality slip...just a little, and seen a glimpse of what lay behind it at that precise second. sometimes its pretty, sometimes it aint... quite often your reaction to what lies behind the facade that we call 'real life' depends on whether or not you wanted to peep behind the curtain in the first place. mixed metaphors. i'll have an elephant and coke, please.. in the film, a key opens the box to another reality. it doesn't have to be so literal. the decision of a second shifts a reality to somewhere new.. a tiny change has so many unforseen effects. we never question them, because we never see what the alternative would have been. mick cooke (who sings on THIS occasion, because i'm running out of band members) strides onto the stage. he is wearing a tuxedo, and a bow tie. no shirt. he is heavily tattooed. he strikes a pose, lifts his head up to the spotlight, and flourishes: he is very elegant. sartorially speaking. the days..... of pearly spencer the race is almost run.. behind him, a disco-ball twirls and cleo roccos runs around in a wedding gown. we hold our breaths, half-waiting for 'say hello, wave goodbye'. maybe it'll happen. maybe it won't. in another world, the ocarina solo in the closing bars of 'legal man' causes spontaneous orgasms amongst indie fans on every listen. the rest of the song still stinks, though. some things are constant. i once had an ocarina. i could play 'good king wenceslas'. not very well. it satisfied my seven-year-old ears but then, at the time, so did tracy ullman. i was going to learn to be a musician. with my ocarina. a little bit more practice, that's all it would have taken. in another world, i am truthful, honest, and afraid of you. in this one, i only scare myself. in this world , i am too busy, going door to door, asking drug dealers if they have any pixie sticks to spare.. heaven looks however you think it will look. perhaps it can be found in a mound of jello. isobel campbell writhes naked in the stuff on a daily basis. put the box down. there's enough in this dimension alone. none of the above is relevant. sartorially speaking xx ian *image for the benefit of rachel queen. you LOVE it. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. 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Sinister: Tools of Lucifer
by Laura Llew 02 Mar '03

02 Mar '03

Big Stu bellowed, "So I'll just subtly drop into the conversation that everything they say about tall men with big feet is true." That they make bad dance partners? The only thing worse than slow dancing with a boy who is shorter than you is dancing with a boy who is so tall that you feel like you need to be an Eastern European gymnast just to vault up high enough to say, "Why hello there." Excuse me while I throw out my back and dislocate my shoulder just to get my arms up to where they're supposed to be. Naturally, when I was younger and forced by my paternal units to attend dances which they insisted on calling "mixers," I would always get stuck with the boys with the worst case of halitosis during the really long songs and who treated my feet and shins like a gangplank. After a while I became accustomed to answering queries of "would you like to dance" with "Oh yes! Let's do! It's so nice to meet a man who isn't a pansy about catching my scabies!" *** Pinefox puttered: "The one name I'll now name was the raison d'etre of this whole bash: for the Geezer, Miller turned up. What next - a visit from Llaura Llew?" I actually was going to be in London this month for the London book fair next week. Then, I remembered that London is for Losers! Or rather my bank account is. Thus, none of you have to worry about taking out life insurance or getting that fashionable helmet with harness to wear yet. Next March though.. I would say that Wales for Llewsers but then I'd have to pronounce the double L like I'm supposed to and I'm just not as guttural as I used to be. Sadly, neither is the pinefox. *** "My grandfather used to say that they made the cheese run across the table whilst no one was looking." "originally produced in caves in their respective areas where the mold was naturally present." At first I thought the above quotes were about boys but it turned out that they were about Blue Cheese. Go figure. *** To keep with my theme of quoting, I believe I shall now take a tidbit from my favorite Granny Shag Mag - Bust magazine - everyone's best resource for furry things that vibrate and music reviews that summarize how shaggable the artist is rather than their music (aww yeah). So from Amy Sedaris - to inspire all of you actors out there: "Whenever I had to bring a monologue into an audition I would take something from 'Our Bodies, Ourselves.' I wasn't going to fucking memorize some boring Shakespeare thing that you'd already heard three times a day. Instead it would be, 'I like something small in my anus during lovemaking. No pressure, no movement, just plain there.'" And on that note I shall bid my farewell. obsessed with symmetryrtemmys htiw dessesbo arualaura _________________________________________________________________ The new MSN 8: advanced junk mail protection and 2 months FREE* http://join.msn.com/?page=features/junkmail +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: tulips & plumcake
by Youn Noh 02 Mar '03

02 Mar '03

I bought a pot of tulips the other day. They have all these flowers out under awnings in front of markets now and spring doesn't even start until March 21st! Tomorrow's supposed to be sunny, which is a good thing. I'll set it out on the balcony again like I did today before going to work. That and cards to nieces and having hard candy set out in bowls - it's all coming together in perfect spinster fashion! Next I'll be cutting barmbracks and leaving plumcakes on the train! I read Stuart's entry on Orange Juice, too. And his theory on the inverse of six degrees of separation. Later he said "feeling a bit private!" Well, he said it earlier, but I found it later, which was nice cos it shows how you could go back, after interior monologues and watching people on the bus. But back to the theory. A corollary or implication: you could fall in love with almost anyone. Cos there comes to be a point when comparisons are impossible - apples and oranges. Orange Juice - a loping gait - walking on the edge of the pavement, falling slightly behind - holding out your arm for her - the playground scene in "Teach Us to Outgrow Our Madness" but not against a backdrop of the emperor announcing his fallibility on the radio! Everyone has the dream about falling, right? And what about the one of trying to fit a square in a circle, or being that square? Not so very plummy. Stiff as a board, hard and dry. but at least SPLINTER! I get lost in muddled flourishes and forget what I'm trying to say! __________________________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Tax Center - forms, calculators, tips, more http://taxes.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: owner of a lonely heart
by Dirty Vicar 01 Mar '03

01 Mar '03

I'm a bit baffled by this Trevor Horn producing the new B&S album business. Don't get me wrong, I think Mr Horn has done some great production work (most of it twenty years ago, although I officially like the t.A.T.u. single as well). It's just that Trevor Horn productions all tend to sound like Trevor Horn productions. At the end of the day I'd rather a B&S album sounded like a B&S album, and not like something on ZTT from the early '80s. Still, as the actress said to the Bishop, I'm open minded. so maybe this will turn out not to be one of the most insane musical mismatches since Phil Spector had a go at the Beatles. I saw the Two Towers again today. It's still great. bless you all, DV +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Kidderminster Picnic 2003?
by CJ Field 01 Mar '03

01 Mar '03

Cordially Convivial Sinister, When I was fifteen I was taught English at school by a *famous* England cricket of the 1980s. Remember him? No, me neither. Anyway, he put me off doing English for the rest of my life. He suggested to me that I elongated my sentences using overly wordy syntax, punctuated by polysyllabic prose and that i rambled constantly, verbosely and over-stylistically. I just couldnt see where he was coming from. And so here I am at the tweeest [does tweeest have three e's? thats kerazeee, that is. It cant be a word. it should be] university, studying something im not really all that passionate about. Its a shame really. So kids, mothers, goldfish and grand-daughters, if I were to offer advice to you, it would be dont listen to your English teacher when he gives you 6 out of 25 for your coursework, look above the fact that he reads your worst efforts out to the class, and then reads the heroic efforts of your friends out. Follow your heart. Sometimes I wish I had done more. But then again, I still love reading. Nay, years ago I wouldnt read much. I think this was because there was always a stigma attached to reading. Like the stigma that's attached to having dog-poo on your shoe at school. I can recall the time I was 11 and my so-called-friend's mum said that I was bright cos I read books, and I tried to palm it off to the friend by saying "Yeh, well, you know, just football magazines and stuff. Not books." The time soon came for change, however, and its a testament to an evolving youth-hood that said *friend* is now more of a fiend. In fact, when I now see the people I lumbered myself in with all those years ago, my bowels turn to water and my fingers and ears start to pop. It gives me a funny feeling when I see these 11 year olds walking round in threes in York at Clifton Moor [coined 'ScallyMore'], a shopping mall of the insipid variety, wearing illumious 'Tommy Hilfinger' shirts and drinking cans of Tizer that seem to double as hair-styling products for their military mop-top. And I wonder, was that me!? These little specimens actually scare me. Thank god I wasnt alone. University, its a funny breeed. Continuing from my last list abuse post, about the bores I cohabite with, the problem has sort of escalated into some monstrous epidemic. I avoid the kitchen because these people occupy it. One person in particular, actually, really makes me want to say to him "Tonight Matthew, I'm going to be Ed Gein!" and scare the bejeezers out of him. Though I feel he wouldnt notice much, he saw Michael Moore's book in my room one day and said 'Intelligent book, Chris!' in that benignly sarcastic tone that says 'Ah yes, it says Stupid White Men on the cover. It must be for stupid white men! I'm so clever! Now who wants to play 52 card pick-up with me?' If there was a film adaptation of a book called 'How to Lose Friends and Alienate People', he'd be the best male. The march in London went well. I heard about a placard later that said 'Peace takes Courage. War takes Lives' and i thought, 'My, that's just lovely, that is.' Much of the walking part of the march was spent thinking 'Christ almighty, please let there be a McDonald's round the corner so i can make a bee-line for the men's!!' which is sort of strange, in a demonstration against the evils of America, for me to be actually wanting to see the logo of corporate America round the corner, and a friendly Londoner to say 'Do you want Carex with that?' The Golden Arch, it's art you know. At this point i would like to be flighty and say a big "Good morning! And in case I don't see you: good afternoon, good evening and good night!" to all members of the YSM as well as to Stout Robin, i thought i'd lost you there for a minute. Ps hello to Gillian from Manchester, where's my stonking reply!!? Interpol 'Turn on the Bright Lights' is ace. I bought 'extended play' by Goldrush as well, the packaging looked nice, but upon hearing i'm gonna take it back. 'Murmur', prehaps instead. Mùm hasn't arrived yet, `( Look after the kittens while i'm gone, Christopher xx Angela Hayes: Yeah? Well at least I'm not ugly! Ricky Fitts: Yes you are, and your boring and totally ordinary and you know it. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Salty sausages
by Ian porter 01 Mar '03

01 Mar '03

I went into Glasgow the other (Friday) day, mainly to get my B&S Megagig ticket, but also to like, see what Glasgows like. I havent been in about 3 years. Its different from Edinburgh isnt it? Like, I found people were sort of more friendly in and impolite way (stop me if im speaking shite), but like, you could say its the 'banter' Me (in HMV): Is that all the vinyl you've got there *pointing* Him (hurt): Thats quite a lot mate, I've built it up over the last few months Im sorry, I didnt mean to offend him. The Royal Concert Hall is massive isnt it? I (because of my friends opposition) had to get a seating ticket, but I wanted standing, I wanted to watch some of the Sinister crew, and see if I could spot them by like, their social habits. Ah well. I failed my physics and got the highest mark in the year for Art Bye now Ian _________________________________________________________________ Express yourself with cool emoticons http://messenger.msn.co.uk +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: The Last Round-Up
by P F 01 Mar '03

01 Mar '03

I walk into a boozer aptly tucked away west of Regent Street, and find Hopkins and the Duke of H holding court. Among the first times I can remember hearing about the Duke was when my editor, in that boozer next to the venue at Shepherd's Bush, said, - There's someone here I want to meet. It was the Duke. Did he want to meet my editor too? I don't know. He should have done. That was just the start of it. Somehow a supposedly intimate gathering had mushroomed, like a stew or a cloud. All manner of strangers and sisters were present. Some of them were famous. I won't name names, but there was some important speculation about Bulgarians in Newcastle, Danes in Sheffield, and whether Roxy Music had sold out by the time of 'Street Life'. I prefer 'More Than This' myself, a real audiophile sell-out record. The one name I'll now name was the raison d'etre of this whole bash: for the Geezer, Miller turned up. What next - a visit from Llaura Llew? The geezer looks about 10 years younger than he is. I wish I looked 10 years younger than he is. Carsmile and others talked about sinister past and future. Just think how young the geezer must have looked when sinister began. Carsmile looked younger than yesterday too, in his lean and hungry way. In fact, he looked good. The geezer suggested that 'Big Stu' was a significant figure in sinister history. Yes, it was a long time ago, that much is clear. The geezer once gave away, or lent, his copy of RATTLESNAKES, and never asked for it back. Between you and me, I couldn't believe his attitude or conceal my concern. Down the elegant canyons of Regent Street, under the lights of Piccadilly Circus as midnight neared, I told him he needed to give Lloyd another chance. Their lives have been somewhat parallel. Meanwhile, an extensive debate was held about geezers and their aesthetics. I don't think my editor realizes what he has started. The Geezaesthetic manifesto is promised within the next fortnight. I don't think that the geezer Miller fits into Geezaesthetics: he belongs to the comic tradition. Certain figures were declared to be affiliated to geezerdom despite their own doubts. Glamour was said to be like a hamster's wheel. Today is the first picnic of the year. It's a pity I can't attend. I haven't been to Brighton since the 1980s: or that's how it feels. Perhaps I have been avoiding Julie Burchill, or Dean Wilkins. __________________________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Tax Center - forms, calculators, tips, more http://taxes.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: Getting the Horn
by Mark Hester 01 Mar '03

01 Mar '03

"You're as cold as ice!" Now I don't usually leave my workplace singing that particular song, but I was prompted to do so yesterday. Once I'd got far enough across our covered courtyard outside our offices to see that it was raining, I got my umbrella out of my bag and put it up. I didn't realise, however, that it was also very windy and inevitably it blew inside out. Now you would think that this occurrence would've provoked a look of sympathy, or amusement, or *something* on the faces of any onlookers, but a woman waiting for her lift who must have seen me did not display a flicker of emotion at this point. Totally impassive. The epitome of inscrutability. Weird. So, B&S are being produced by Trevor Horn, then? It might work, like it did for Frankie, Propaganda and TATU. Does anyone know what Trev is like to work with? Well, Geoffrey Downes does for one. But what kind of reputation has he got in the studio? Producers can sometimes be real martinets can't they.....I recall Damon Albarn saying that Blur had once abandoned recording sessions with XTC's Andy Partridge, likening his treatment of the band to that of a strict headmaster. By now you're probably thinking, "Pshaw! There goes Hester, off on one as usual, always thinking the worst. For all he knows Trevor Horn could be a real sweetie, keeping Struan & co. supplied with cups of tea and digestive biscuits". Older does not necessarily mean wiser. Especially where drinking is concerned....for last night was the night that Content Management (the name of my department, with 'content' as a noun not an adjective) hit Cowley Road, possibly the only street in Oxford where you just *can't* do a pub crawl visiting every pub, so don't even try, silly. One of the hostelries we visited was chock full of people from other departments of the company...sometimes I wonder why we don't just order in a few crates of beer for the offices and not bother with the moving about bit. Anyway, we eventually wound up queueing to enter some dubious bar and chatting to some students from Kansas City who were most impressed that I knew that their home town wasn't actually in Kansas. The fact that I knew absolutely nothing else at all about the place didn't seem to bother them in the slightest. Earlier in the day, at lunch, the Big Boss Man had walk past our table yet again (must be third time in a week) and someone said "I really *love* working here!" very loudly, in what is becoming a tradition - maybe we should have a rota for it. Big Stu I'm not sure Do They Know It's Christmas counts as one of the best songs of the eighties. The best *intentions* maybe. And I don't often find myself agreeing with Bono, but that "Thank God it's them instead of you" line is very dubious.... Paul Arathoon, I'm not sure who the Glam Metal Detectives are, but it's a tremendous name! Shame he didn't produce "I'm Horny, Horny, Horny" by whoever it was (I'm sure someone will fill me in). I hope those of you in Brighton today have/had a super time! Would have been there myself were it not for various commitments which mean I have to remain here in Oxford (shopping, convincing my girlfriend that she really does want to keep going out with a cynical old drunkard, that kinda thing...) Mark. ______________________________________________________________ For up-to-the-minute music news, reviews and specials visit http://www.nme.com Get free e-mail (anyname(a)nme.com) now at http://www.nmemail.com The sender of this e-mail is NOT an employee or associate of NME, nme.com or any other IPC magazine. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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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