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Sinister: Pour devenir immortel, et puis mourir
by Rask 12 May '03

12 May '03

It's at time like these that I really dig Belle and Sebastian. Like most music fans I have ever diverging and re-immerging tastes. I must say I was devastated when Isobel left the band, I thought she took all the good stuff with her. Of late it has been towards anything from the new white stripes record to acid mothers temple to godspeed to nick cave to the really excellent last release from low honourable mentions: the loves, the chalets, Calexico, yeahYeahYEAHs, flaming lips, jimmycake, rest . But when feeling particularly shitty for reasons I wont go into I must admit there is much comfort to be gleaned from a nice cup of tea with some "nice" biscuits at the side and tigermilk in the background/foreground. There is something about B&S that makes me feel a lot calmer. I also am enjoying diversions such as stuarts diary, I wasn't too sure about all this band transparency thing they have going on at the moment. I think its nice when bands are a bit mysterious and thus underexposed. But I particularly liked stuarts top 50 films esp since I share most of them in my head-list. A bout de Souffle being my absolute favourite. The subject line is taken from my favourite line where parvulesco is asked what his main ambition in life is: for those of you who don't speak French and lack the ability to cut and paste into babel fish it means "to become immortal, and then die". I went to see yo la tengo and (smog) a couple of weekends ago and they were really really grate. With all this music and wonder in the world it's a wonder a soul can be so down in the dumps really. The music is not all good though, I bought the new set fire to flame album the other week, and it really sucks. It just sounds like the field recording out takes of the last album. I really expected a bit more music for my 24 europes(euros). I'm sure some smart arse will write back and say its grate and that you have to listen to the notes they are not playing or something equally as pretentious, but really they have great talent, too much to be clinking a tin pot in the background for 9 minutes and calling it music. Actually maybe somebody could enlighten me, has anyone enjoyed this album? Maybe I've just become too mainstream or something. A big shout out to the irish sinister posse, i dont know any of you, but maybe i will meet you sometime. richard +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: If It Ain't Broke, Don't Fix It...
by terry underwear 12 May '03

12 May '03

...but if it is broke, break it more. Or so the saying goes, except the last bit of course. hello all, Alas, the bicycle that has served my older brother and then me so well has gone to bikey heaven. It was a little bit broken, and very squeaky, and the chain came off about once a week, so I decided to try and fix it. Armed with a tiny little adjustable spanner and a can of squirty grease, and with IYFS on in the background, I stared my bike down. It is supposed to have 10 gears, but only 4 have worked for the last 5 years or so. The brakes needed tightening, the chain needed oiling...this wasn't going to be easy. I started with the brakes and that was easy enough. Then a little oil on the chain and all was looking good. Then on to the gears, or lack thereof. I pulled a little wire thing, undid this and that, pushed a small uppy downy bit...(i apologise if this language is too technical for anyone) I came to the conclusion that the uppy downy bit wasn't going all the way up, so the chain couldn't reach three of the cogs, hence 6 gears weren't being used. So I used all my mechanical know-how and decided the best way to fix the problem would be to push the uppy downy bit into a position where it could reach the upper cogs. So I did this, but halfway up I heard a very soft snap noise. Now I always thought that the loudness of a break/snap noise was an indication of how much damage had been done. A quiet snap noise indicates very minor damage, a loud snap noise indicates major damage. It turns out that my quiet/loud theory isn't quite right. The uppy downy bit is now just a downy bit, 2 springs went flying off and i'm not sure where they came from or where they went to, and the bike is now pretty much unrideable. At first I was a little emotional, and I reminisced about riding on my parents farm whistling Take That songs, then riding to uni in first year whistling Blur songs, then singing Primal Scream songs at the top of my voice while riding stoned to get crisps at 2am during my unemployed year, and finally softly singing Belle and Sebastian songs while riding to uni for the last two years. I'll take it to a bike repair shop tomorrow, but I think it will be quite expensive to fix. I think it is time for me to move on, to let bicycles be bygones. I'll going to buy a shiny new second hand bike, with a bell, and 10 gears (or maybe more!), and a chain that stays on. how very exciting! terry --- here's what i think: http://naivetysucceeds.blogspot.com caitlin and terry's sinister recipe tree archives: http://www.joannou.net/topofthestairs/sinifood/ ____________________________________________________________ Get advanced SPAM filtering on Webmail or POP Mail ... Get Lycos Mail! http://login.mail.lycos.com/r/referral?aid=27005 +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 Picnic Papers
by robin stout 11 May '03

11 May '03

Hi folks, fancy a biscuit? I am having a little dilemma on the concert clothing front myself. Glasgow is only the first stop on my mini tour of Britain, so I need to pack plenty of clothes. The trouble is that essential packing space will be taken up by pants and such things so sacrifices will have to be made. I particularly want to wear my brand-new second-hand deerstalker hat, but it might mean abandoning my emergency rations of Kendal Mint Cake, and one never knows when that might come in useful. +++ I think that if I were stranded on a desert island, the one thing I would ask Sue Lawley to supply me with before I was set adrift would be a cassette recorder. Then I could press down play and record, sing some songs onto it with accompaniment from coconut hoofs, then play them back and never be bored. I think with only the nauseous churning of the sea and the gibbering of those fucking monkeys I would slowly go a bit mad. In a similar way, I think that if i were condemmed to a world where there was only music and no songs it would be half a world; a world with jelly but no blancmange, with skateboards but no rollerskates. Someone asked me recently what sort of music I like. I still find that question almost impossible to answer. I could tell them I like indie music but it's such a small label on such a wide, striped scarf of musical types most people wouldn't get the right idea. And my tastes go beyond that label anyway. No, what I like, I think, are songs not music. So "I like songs", I say. Songs about love, death and public parks. A punch to the stomach, bruise on the lips, crack in the heart. But even better, songs that tell stories; songs that tell me something that I already vaguely knew but needed a B and a D minor to make it clear. Even if I woke up one morning on my island, fell out of my hammock and discovered that my last square of Kendal Mint Cake had been stolen by a fucking grinning monkey, a song would make me happy again. +++ I bought a tweed jacket on the weekend, too, which suits my hat just dandy. Obviously hugely impractical, though. It'll be a close-run thing between that and my umbrella. Style versus stormproofing; it's a tough choice. xxx Robin [ by express delivery : http://www.superatomic.co.uk/ ] _________________________________________________________________ It's fast, it's easy and it's free. Get MSN Messenger today! http://www.msn.co.uk/messenger +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Exposed! Secret Garden
by Neil Wykes 11 May '03

11 May '03

Dear all, I had quite an exciting day yesterday, full of little pleasures that I thought some of you might understand. Turns out the people sent by my Landlord to come 'look at the windows' yesterday were actually going to rip them out and replace them, forcing me to not spend the day working and playing the demo of Freelancer as I'd planned. I caught the bus into Hanley and wandered around, bored out of my pretty head, avoiding adolescents herding around the shops like bad citizens, but good consumers. If the two could be swapped by everyone I think the world would be so much better a place. I brought my SLR Camera making me look professional and feeling like Jimmy I took photos of the odd looking gargoyles squeezing out of the wall of the church just above head height. strange this church just over 150 years old was abandoned, it was a beautiful building. the graveyard was a strange, strange place, with unmarked graves and no bodies laid to rest after about 1930, some even had the addresses of where they lived when they died. I read perhaps a hundred epitaphs, but I'm ashamed to say I remember none of them. I read about beloved twins who died at thirty, before their parents and their parents had to bury them, about sisters being buried together and husband and wives dieing, leaving young children. were those children buried in the same graveyard somewhere too? I saw people, places, and streets. Pit fodder and Potters alike, noting left of their neurons and flesh, only the stone of their skeletons and the gravestones. In a book I'm planning I might have the society I'm creating employ people who read and remember the names of the dead, what's the point of a grave if no-one remembers? I hope some bookish Sinister type reads my gravestone when I'm gone, I really should pre-write my epitaph.. I wandered down to the cinema bought a ticket to see X-men 2 then had two and a quarter hours to kill. I spent some in a bar sipping diet cola, missing the caffeine levels you can find in soft drinks in North America and reading my Prospect magazine about the wrongs of the economic models of the same said region. this was all a bit too intellectual for a Saturday, a day I normally spend eating bananas and listening to radio comedy, so I dared to wander the car parks and retail park that the cinema lies on, hating the pedestrian. Behind a Morisson's car wash I found a steep set of stairs into the hill of trees that hugs the retail park and cushions with the dry ski slope and canal I frequently cycle along. Turns out I discovered a secret garden, with bridges and a mile or so of dips and copses ( I so rarely get to use that word, Joy! copses) and celtic looking circles of seats and stones, even a artificially landscaped ravine. and there was no-one there! Just me, pigeons and ravens so I found the tallest part, sat on a hill and watched the clouds, resting my tired eyes, but all too soon it was time to go to the cinemas I started heading back and was hit by a summer shower. Summer showers are so much better than winter ones, changing the colours of distant things, turning the world into one more akin to parallax, the joy of 16 bit games. with the most distant parts looking desaturated. and best of all the tension and frustration in the air which you can feel goes. at one point of my meanderings back I was harassed by a large group of twelve year olds, who immediately commenced questioning my sexuality, being old hat I had a large repertoire of witty responses at my disposal, but by far the best form of defence is to agree. when one tried to offer himself to me to the enjoyment of the rest of the group I told him, " No thanks, I'm not interested. you look too much like a girl." he was laughed at and the situation disarmed. I was glad to see that a mailing by the mailings recently I'm not the only one who fancies people in bookshops, it's so sexy to see people looking at books, thinking about their choices whilst secretly hoping they are looking at your choices too! that they'll say you like that author too? fancy going for a coffee and talking about that? It never happens, but I love imagining it. Take care of yourselves Neil +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: CAMRA Obscura
by Robster and Liz 11 May '03

11 May '03

Liz: Well, what with the mini-rash (hardly an epidemic) of pastiches de la bourgeoisie, an idea crept up on us as we loafed unproductively in the pub (where else?) yesterday. So, with mild headaches and curry still under our fingernails, we present for your singalong pleasure... Rob: *burp* Liz: Yes, dear. And now for what I like to call 'the entertainment': ------------------------------------------------------- SEEING OTHER PUBLICANS We supped on a pint there Drinking just for practice Could we please pay the barman 'Cause the other boys are queueing up behind us A hand over my mouth I'm running to the Ladies Well if I carry on bouzing and you just want a shandy Then we should be OK, and it'd be kind of handy If I didn't chuck up on the stairs On the way to your bachelor-pad How are you feeling? I don't think you can be dealing With the situation very well You take a crate home for a dirty weekend, that's OK But when it's over You are looking at the working week through bloodshot eyes, with a hangover (hang-o-ver) You're downing a pint now Chugging on your bitter And you can't understand why all the other boys are going for the New, tall, elegant, rich drinks - You can bet it is a bitch, bint But if they don't see the quality then it is apparent That you're going to have to change And you're going to have to drink real ale You'll be better off At least they know how to pour it We supped on a pint there Drinking just for practice Could we please pay the barman 'Cause the other boys are queueing up behind us A hand over my mouth I'm running to the Ladies Well if I just want a soft drink and you remain sober Then we should be OK, and we'll remember when it's over We're finding other friends who aren't habitually lathered At least that's what we say we are doing ------------------------------------------------------- Rob: That's it. We're off for a fry-up. Liz: Ooh, I could just do with a half of London Pride. Much love, Robster & Liz :x (languishing in Portsmouth) __________________________________________________ Yahoo! Plus For a better Internet experience http://www.yahoo.co.uk/btoffer +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: reggae goes prog
by Kieran Devaney 11 May '03

11 May '03

On the way home today, in the park with his mates, a big bunch of them too, more that I could ever muster, even on a good day was a boy of no more than fifteen sporting what can only be described as A Flock of Seagulls haircut. This, for those not aware of said coiffure is the hairstyle whereby first you spike up your hair but then pull your fringe back down over your forehead, but leave the rest spiked, so that you have two elegant horns of hair, divided by a graceful, sweeping fringe. The only person ever in the public eye to venture such avant-garde hair, to my knowledge, was the lead singer of the actually not that bad synthpop band A Flock of Seagulls, back in the swinging 80s. He, apparently, discovered it quite by accident when having spiked up his blond locks just prior to a show, one of his bandmates hilariously surprised him by, you guessed it, pushing his fringe down, thus forming the basic structure of the hairstyle. Mr A Flock of Seagulls (his name, if I was ever aware of it in the first place escapes me ^Ö in fact I^Òll use the neutral ground of this parenthesis to apologise for any factual errors relating to the band, I^Òm doing all this from memory and my bank of A Flock of Seagulls information is scant at best) decided that, hey, his hair actually looks pretty damn good like that and he went on to be seen regularly with his hair just like that, on TV, in the band^Òs videos and, though I^Òve no actual corroboration of this, only a strong suspicion - in the privacy of his own home. The one problem with Mr. AFoS^Ò decision about the hairstyle looking good was that he was wrong. It looks stupid. It looks stupid enough for it to be featured on those ^ÑI love the 80s^Ò shows, the one for whichever year he rose to fame, and for such luminaries, such sparks in the dark black wasteland of comedy as Stuart Maconie and Kate Thornton to mock at length the hairdo. Well, let me posit a question at this juncture: who is laughing now? The youth of today, at least one of them, are out in public with that haircut. Dare to be different? I was shocked myself by it, I couldn^Òt help staring. Possible reasons for it: minor internet celebrity Tom Ewing^Òs recent piece about A Flock of Seagulls on Freaky Trigger. But this seems unlikely. The discovery by the kid of A Flock of Seagulls, perhaps in his parent^Òs record collection, or even just by a picture and the subsequent decision to copy the hairstyle. Perhaps the kid was the victim of a similar prank to the singer from A Flock of Seagulls and had similarly decided that his hair looked alright as it was. Two of those potential solutions run with the idea that the kid knew about A Flock of Seagulls, but this seems unlikely to me. The third seems unlikely in a lightning not striking twice way. More plausible fourth: he was just experimenting with hair, just as he was thinking ^Ñhm, maybe not^Ò his mum put her head round the door and said ^Ñwhat on earth have you done with your hair lad? Put a brush through it this instant^Ò and he was immediately sold on it. Or are we on the verge of a resurgence in popularity of A Flock of Seagulls? Soon will I walk through Sheffield amid mass gangs of people sporting the A Flock of Seagulls haircut? I don^Òt know if that would be a good thing or not. The problem with the haircut is that, as I mentioned above, that it looks stupid. Looking stupid though is about as subversive as you can get fashionwise these days. It^Òs a lot more subversive than looking good, if subversive is even the word and if good is even the word. If you look stupid for long enough, or if enough people do it then it sort of becomes acceptable though doesn^Òt it? But there are different stupids too, I dunno if any of you have seen that Japanese fashion magazine, I think it^Òs called ^ÑFruits^Ò if not then it showcases some of the more esoteric things that those wacky Japanese people wear. There^Òs probably a website or something. A lot of those people do look stupid, stupid in the sense that that^Òs not ever something that I would even consider wearing, and not because I don^Òt think I^Òd be able to get away with it, though sometimes that, but they also at the same time look really great, and a kind of great that I^Òll probably never be able to look myself, what with my relatively MOR fashion choices. But the A Flock of Seagulls haircut doesn^Òt ever seem to have the potential to be in a context or to create a context where it would be that kind of stupid and great. The tension between those two, incidentally, is perhaps where great fashion comes from. But nonetheless, given the different stupids that there are, I think the A Flock of Seagulls hairdo belongs in the sort of one that will never catch on. I suppose it^Òs not unfeasible that following the success of the band that some people copied the hairstyle. And later burned any existing photographs of them with it. But that^Òs a bit different to a fifteen year old kid in an Offspring hoodie. So I can^Òt see it lasting. Though he did have a whole gang of friends with him, and from my brief observations they didn^Òt seem to be mocking him, or staring at the hair for long periods of time. Perhaps he^Òs had it ages, and has kept it in defiance of mockery. I^Òd like to find out but I expect I never will. Alas. Or to look at it a different way. When I was at school one of the best teachers I had was my A-level French teacher, he was the kind of bloke that their aren^Òt nearly enough of in teaching ^Ö easy going, approachable, intellectual, but not in a particularly academic way etc etc. As well as all that he was quite the Serge Gainsbourg fan, and so rather than through Isobel Campbell or Whitney Houston it was through him that I first came across Gainsbourg^Òs music. But that was quite a few years back, before I did my A-levels. When I got to there the class shrunk significantly. Only seven people did the new fangled AS level French, and that number plummeted again to just three doing the full A-level. Though that was a 300% increase on the previous years class. French wasn^Òt a popular subject. I^Òll stress again that this wasn^Òt because of Trev, which is what everyone amusingly called the guy I^Òm on about, but rather for a number of factors which you can probably guess for yourselves, as well as the fact that the other member of the department, who you also had to be taught by for A-level was a complete bitch. The sort of woman who there are far too many of in teaching. The reduction in class size meant that lessons inevitably became much more informal, and given Trev^Òs laid back nature we did very little actual learning of French during them. Which probably accounts for our dismal performances in the exams, but it was worth it I think. So I discussed Serge with him on a number of occasions, I was a confirmed fan by the time I got to the sixth form and we touched upon such subjects as the relative conceptual merits of his Rock Around the Bunker album, which to my disappointment I still have not heard in its entirety, and I remember Ms Campell expressing particular admiration for that one as well, as well as how he managed to cover a great deal of musical territory whilst still maintaining a consistent tone to his records. I think this is down to Gainsbourg being such a distinctive vocalist ^Ö I think at the time I compared him to The Fall in that respect, but I don^Òt think my French teacher had heard The Fall. He also taught General Studies and I recall one lesson where he was covering my class (the idea my school had for that subject was that you^Òd get taught by a different teacher every week, which is a great idea I think, though it didn^Òt really work too well as the haphazard way that General Studies was organised, and the fact that nobody really took it very seriously meant there wasn^Òt enough continuity to the course, and also very few of the teachers put enough effort into the lessons ^Ö not especially their fault all the time as they didn^Òt get to choose the subject areas they had to teach). We^Òd done the usual General Studies thing, which was to watch a video and then have a bit of a discussion about the quote unquote issue it dealt with. Quite what that issue was I^Òve forgotten, but I remember it being an excessively dull video, so I can^Òt imagine the ensuing discussion being anything better than half-hearted. The thing was that General Studies lessons were always ridiculously long, almost two hours in one go, but because the school had only switched to having lessons of that length that year, most of the available material for classes would only take up about an hours worth of time, because that^Òs how long the lessons had always been in the past. So there was always an empty half an hour at the end of lessons where, unless the subject at hand was a particularly interesting one and the discussion on it was animated then the teacher would usually let us get on with whatever we wanted. This lesson I^Òm on about now was one such occasion where that happened, and I was sitting near to where the tapes were kept, including a couple of the Serge ones that Trev kept to occasionally play to his students. So I started telling the people I was sitting with about Serge Gainsbourg, and how I liked him and so forth, and being the nice guy that he is Trev said that he would put some on so that they could hear it. So that tape started up, I can^Òt recall which record it was, possibly a best-of, as I know he kept one of those in the classroom, nor which song sadly, but as the tune began and Gainsbourg^Òs breathy gallic drawl came loping over the opening chords a boy sitting over on the other side of the classroom called over to me and said, incredulation in his voice ^ÓKieran, do you actually like this?!^Ô as though doing so would be the maddest thing ever, to which I just grinned and said something pathetic like ^Óer, yeah.^Ô This slightly useless anecdote is apropos my being in a record shop the other day and seeing a couple of Serge records and remembering that I hadn^Òt listened to him in ages. So if this was livejournal then I would have Current Music: Serge Gainsbourg. But ok, what about this? When I was in that record shop looking at the Gainsbourg recs I mistook the music on the PA for being Pink Floyd when in fact it was some reggae group. And then I realised that it was actually a reggae group *covering* Pink Floyd. I had a look on the ^Ñnow playing^Ò thing and it was from some compilation which I have forgotten the name of, but I expect it wouldn^Òt be too hard to find if you^Òre interested. It was one of the songs off Dark Side of The Moon, the one about breathing I think, I^Òm afraid I don^Òt know the title because, to be honest, I can^Òt stand Pink Floyd. I don^Òt think I could bear to sit through Dark Side of The Moon in its entirety ever again, though admittedly, as with a great deal of the bands I purport not to be able to stand they have done a couple of things that I like ^Ö Wish You Were Here is a nice song for example, and there^Òs a cover of it by Sparklehorse which is fantastic too. I^Òm not sure if I can adequately articulate the reasons for my dislike for Pink Floyd. I fear it may be down to personal prejudice against a particularly snotty guy I went to school with whose three passions in life were Lord of The Rings, playing cards and Pink Floyd, so they^Òve always been part of an axis of loserdom for me. It^Òs certainly nothing to do with me not liking prog, though I can^Òt stomach Van der Graaf Generator either, but just the other day I was listening to Magma and loving every minute of it. But on the recent top ten of prog on channel four Pink Floyd were number one but where were Magma? Not even on the chart. What does that say about the state of things? And though I think it^Òs a brilliant idea, I^Òm baffled as to why a reggae group would want to cover a song like that. In fact, though I don^Òt really listen to very much of it, I think the whole idea of reggae is brilliant, how it came about is fascinating. And I^Òm wondering quite how reggae would^Òve sounded if instead of American rock n roll through their tinny stereos back in the day, the people of Jamaica would^Òve heard prog. - Kieran p.s. Here's a picture of your man from A Flock of Seagulls and the rest of the band too - http://www.aimrocks.com/images/flock_of_seagulls.jpg _________________________________________________________________ Express yourself with cool emoticons http://www.msn.co.uk/messenger +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: And the winner is....Stuart Murdoch!
by Matt Campbell 10 May '03

10 May '03

Evening all! Just a quick post this one. I was reading Stuart's fave film list on the band's website and it gave me concrete evidence that the man has impeccable taste. Every second film had me going either, "oh yeah", or "of course!" or just grinning at the screen out of nostalgia at films i'd completely forgotten about. I feel though that a special mention must go out to Amelie. I watched it again the other night and can't get over how perfect it is. I think it might even beat Its a Wonderful Life in the feel-good department. I've been putting off essay writing all day, but i'm starting to run out of excuses. I even tried closing my eyes and hoping it wouldn't be there when I opened them. So if anyone has expert knowledge in the field of 'What makes something taboo?' I'd love to hear from you. And thats about it really! bye, Matt xx __________________________________________________ Yahoo! Plus For a better Internet experience http://www.yahoo.co.uk/btoffer +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: i can't stop reading blogs.
by Andrea Kittenmouse 10 May '03

10 May '03

Hiya, I have a problem and I need to share it with others. I can't stop reading blogs. I read them all the time. There are so many of them. So...many...blogs... There are boring ones, you know, the ones that are really only for the blogger and their friends to read. There are semi-interesting ones that dissolve into self-obsessed hipsters bragging about how cute their friends are. There are blogs where people post their artwork (I like these) or their photos. There are bloggers who write about the city they live in. There are even blogs that talk about food, and celebrity sightings in NYC. This is seriously eating up a lot of my day. So, in order to inflict all of you with similar problems, here are some links to some interesting blogs I've come across lately. NYC celebs and gossip... http://www.gawker.com/ Photos and whatnot about Tokyo... http://www.hunkabutta.com/ This one covers all sorts of topics, but has a great food section... http://www.tigerbunny.org/blog/ Anyway, this is enough to get you started, because, as you may already know, all bloggers have an endless list of links to other bloggers. It's the rules. Even Stuart Murdoch has a blog...haahahahaha...it's a virus. And of course, plenty of people here have blogs, which you can probably find (if you don't read them already) by searching the archives. I can't believe I don't have one yet. Hmmm... your friend, andrea andrea**kittenmouse radio*mondays 9-10 pm PST kpsu 1450 am in portland, oregon in realaudio at www.kpsu.org kittenmouse(a)hotmail.com web.pdx.edu/~andreay _________________________________________________________________ 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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Re: Sinister: i'm so happy, cuz you're so happy
by Ben Apps 09 May '03

09 May '03

Christine Irene Said: >and in keeping with everyone talking bout football...i >got some new cleats (shoes) so that i can play >football again. yay! > >~stine I wonder if she (you!) wears shorts to play footy in too? Then Chicago would get to...... SEE MORE STINE! budum tish :-) (I'm so sorry) _________________________________________________________________ Surf together with new Shared Browsing http://join.msn.com/?page=features/browse&pgmarket=en-gb&XAPID=74&DI=1059 +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Juicy Lucy and the Picnic Planner Blues
by Retro^Sec 09 May '03

09 May '03

Lucy the Juicy wrote: "I dont know what to wear to the picnic. Jeans will be too hot for the gig but a skirt might be too cold for the picnic. I could bring a second outfit and wriggle into it in some pokey toilet cubicle, but then Id have to carry all that stuff around with me and a rucksack never goes down well at a gig. In fact, its almost as bad a crime as standing in front of me with your long, frizzy hair, so it gets stuck in my sweaty cleavage, or barging down the front when youre the tallest man in the house (cf Big Stu only joking!) Girls, I need advice, what shall I do?" ***This advice is aimed not only at Lucy, but girls generally, and is musings to be considered and any further additional comment welcome*** I am still considering what to wear. I know its over a week to the gig, but a girl has gotta plan! Thing about wearing a skirt: tights. Always have spare tights. Thats fine - you can bundle it up into a tiny ball in your pocket. Alternatively, offer your lad the opportunity to go all 80's Wham and pop it in his pocket. Albeit that it will be a bit at an angle, and it might look more like an over inflated bollock than throbbing member. What shoes to wear? trainers with a skirt? is that ok? or are we in danger of getting a bit too much like Nat off of Eastenders wearing trainers and a skirt? particularly if its long and denim. Looks ok, but I'm going off it, and white trainers are right off my list of tasteful things to wear. I saw a ned granny walking down Maryhill wearing a long denim skirt with a split up the back and white trainers. If she had a face that was worth buying a mirror for, then it mightn't have been so bad, but cos she looked haggard, its really put the last nail in the coffin for me denim skirts with white trainers. It is possible to pack a second outfit - you only need a skirt and perhaps, shoes. I'd recommend no high heels. Naturally, a girl has got to look like a proper sexy mistress (something Lucy manages at every Winchester and NPL I've been to anyway), but you know, it gets sore. And all day. And what if there is walking? I did that once, and really, I learnt to regret. Hobbling is not a quality of a sexy mistress. So its got to be low heels or flatties really, isn't it? Then there is the issue of picnics. So it might be dry, but what if the ground is a bit damp and you know, your shoes get a bit muddy? Not chic. Not at all. Unless you have grass all over your back and a wicked little glint in your eye and matching smile, in which case you might get away with it. You could always pack your stuff in your boyfriends rucksack and let him be your mule for the night. Promise him he can have stallion duty afterwards. Alternatively, if you know someone who lives within changing distance do that. Somewhere within walking distance of the picnic venue.. so towards the end of the picnic you can nip off and change "quickly". Perhaps the other alternative would be to go for a tunic. I would do this if I had the guarantee that my thighs were going to be a little more cooperative than they have been for the last seven years. Strip off the jeans in a pokey cubicle and voila, one oh so cute mini dress. Don't bend over at the waist though. Tunics are apparently ok to wear, although I still have nightmares about when those girls used to wear white bootcut tight polyester trousers with the wrap around skirt. Or, just bring a spare top. Something glam for the evening, and something casual for the daytime. Add a bit of jewelry and a good dose of fantastic cleavage (I've heard that in boyland, there is no such thing about bad cleavage. Unless you think about Tori Spelling. That girl needs to get her tits to be a bit more friendly with one another). One pair of spare shoes and a teeny bag which is all you need really for shoes and a top (ok, and make up, a hair brush, camera, and anything else you might pack). Maybe we should all just buy flymos. they apparently squish and squash stuff into a tiny compartment. Clever hover? One point about frizzy hair- my tips to avoid calamity: 1. buy frizz ease 2. Use it. 3. Tie long hair into a bun 4. Avoid moisture in the air at the picnic by wearing a headscarf. No bandanas please, you are not the Duchesses of York, thank you. Headscarves are a bit Isobel Campbell, but if the perm story is true, then I'm guessing frizz might be a bit along her street too. 5. Wear an alice band and keep it neat 6. Get your heads shaved 7. Wear something with a hood. 8. Go to the pub. Hmm. Ok this is hard work trying to decide what to do. I think I need to go shopping. love idles ===== <a href="http://retrosec.blogspot.com/">http://retrosec.blogspot.com/</a> thoughts __________________________________________________ Yahoo! Plus For a better Internet experience http://www.yahoo.co.uk/btoffer +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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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