August 2003 - Sinister - missprint.org

Sinister: I exercise all options, and I know I'll see you there.
by Kim Girton 12 Aug '03

12 Aug '03

** ALRIGHT MIDATLANTIC SINISTEREES, THIS IS IT. ** WHO: You and your petard WHAT: The first-ever-in-a-really-long-time MID-ATLANTIC SINISTER PICNIC WHEN: Saturday, September 6 @ 12noon WHERE: meet ups at Columbia Heights Metro Station & Rock Creek Park (map to be distributed later) WHY: Because it's about time we did some reporting back of our own. Thanks to the extremely helpful nature and quick thinking of D.C. Sinister Listee Lisa, it's been officially declared that the delightful event will take place at Rock Creek Park, located in NW D.C. behind the National Zoo (Adam's Morgan). For those who'd like to remain carless in the city, Lisa will be holding court that afternoon at the Columbia Heights Metro station. Park on the outskirts of town and wind your way into the madness on the MTA; couldn't be easier! For those who wish to drive in, I'll be at the picnic site to stake it out while Lisa does the honors of leading the troops back to the woodsy fun. I will have my car in the city and am asking for one or two more willing drivers to volunteer if we decide to venture out post-picnic. But since NW D.C. is quite pedestrian-friendly, it'd doubtful we'll need to worry about that too much. Sinister Listee Jenny has mentioned that the Black Cat will be holding Wag (classic garage rock) that night with guest DJs, so if all goes well and we'd like to keep the level of alcohol in our bloodstream relatively constant and high, we can move the festivities indoors and into the evening. I'm going to assume we can make this your average picnic with foodstuffs brought by partygoers, and I'll volunteer to handle the delegation of those sorts of picnicky things. Park regulations still need to be confirmed, but one thing at a time, people! :) Email me at KimGirton(a)hotmail.com if you're interested in attending and, even better, assisting to boot. I'll collect and sort relevant information as quickly as I can between finding other ways to not work at work. In the meantime, write down the date on your calendar and don't doublebook! This will be an event not to be missed. Or at the very least, a damn good time, even without the Natural History Museum's woolly mammoth. And if it's not, I'll tell you how to get to the woolly mammoth from the Park. Hope to see you there. :) ~ Kim _________________________________________________________________ The new MSN 8: smart spam 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: They were wrong, so we drowned. dude.
by kmhyde＠wm.edu 10 Aug '03

10 Aug '03

Hi everyone, THE NEW ALBUM. This is the first time I've been conscious, in the B&S sense, when a new album (I'm not really counting Storytelling) was announced. I bought FISHYCLAP when it had been out for at least a month, maybe more. So the anticipation for Dear Catastrophe Waitress is, ho ho, a lot. And the only halfway decent play on the title I could come up with is "Mere Apostrophe mate-stress", which I think could only make sense in a world which (dismissively) considers quotation marks to be apostrophes who have joined in matrimony (or civil union), and also additionally allows for the fact that these punctuation-couples may go through some rough periods. Now, to sort of toot the living hell out of my own horn in a roundabout way of saying thanks, I'm going to say this: I mentioned the Listerine girl that my roommate and I were obsessed with in a past post. Well, that proved to be the impetus for writing an open letter for the McSweeney's website, which they decided to put up. It's here: http://www.mcsweeneys.net/links/openletters/listerine.html But! More importantly, I'm just glad Sinister exists, so that I can, in good conscience, ramble on for WHOLE PARAGRAPHS about things that pop into my mind, with little or no consideration for others or to coherency or the possibility of dementia. aww. hugs. I came back from Minneapolis. It was a humongously great place: clean, walkable for the most part, and filled to bursting with incredibly attractive people from all over. The bad part happened when I ran out of money and had no way of getting from the hotel to the airport. So. The first plan was to walk what I thought was a short distance to a record store that bought used CD's, and simply exchange some plastic for cash. I walked for about an hour, and was slowed by a highway, and then, finally, the Mississippi river. I was later informed that this specific record store was actually like 1000 blocks away from where I was. So I walked back to the hotel, very very very sweaty indeed (on account of wearing business clothes which are mostly, um, dark wool) and pretended to have lost my wallet, which meant that one of the older blue-haired ladies in the lobby slapped a $20 in my hands and kissed my cheeks. It also made me sort of seem like an eight year-old lost in a department store, but hey, c'mon, when does that NOT happen? The best part of the entire sordid thing was my hotel window: it split the skyline into a triptych, the central pane of which featured a weird sort of religious-themed melodrama between two pairs of tall and yellow industrial cranes. Three of the four were turned to the East, the fourth was the lone infidel facing the un-Mecca West. If the crane drivers did this on purpose...wow. that would be fucking weird. Some girl at a house party flashed me her underwear multiple times the other night, and I was so confused I almost ran into a wall. I went outside and smoked two cigarettes at once, so unaccustomed am I to the sight of powder blue underwear revealed intermittently and, seemingly, in Morse code. I might add, for those who might be thinking 'what a thick idiot for not interacting more with such a person who casually and sluttily flouts sartorial conventions', that this girl has some mean and hairy gams. Which, heck, nothing wrong with that at all, but really, she looks like a human torso grafted onto gorilla legs. Subthoracic braidable-length hair is pretty low-down on my list of 'favorite things'. Listened to Jonathan David today. 32 times. Try it, it's fun! east coast picnic. mammoth. September looks good. take care, Kevin +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: on holiday from blog land
by Gordon 09 Aug '03

09 Aug '03

Hi Sinister. Mr. Casarotto looks forward to a flurry of posts off the back of this new album. I figured I'd use that as an excuse to post. Plus, Robster and Caitlin appeared in the same digest so I figure I'm in friendly old company and not at all lost in the swathes of scary new people. Not that I'm really scared of course: it's all affectation, being the new posing, black or whatever. Whatever. I must say I haven't played a Belle and Sebastian album for months. You know, some pop songs carry good memories with them but I confess even Tigermilk raises the spectre of miserable times. Boo. They're quite good though, for a band. I am, currently, high on the bonhomie of Reggae, bought in bulk on the cheap from Fopp. Goes with the hot, sunny weather. Talking of cheap CD's, I noticed you can buy 'Pirates of the Carribean' on disc *already* down at the Barras market. They hand out photocopied lists of all their stuff. 4 movies for a tenner. The polis wandered past and everyone scarpered. 'F***in' usless, that kid.' muttered a bald, sunburned heavy who'd woken up at 4am that morning to ferry the folks and the kids from the airport, 'We pay the wee sh**te to look out for them and there he is, staring at the pavement. I'll get someone else.' The poor, hapless youth looked so innocent, too. You know those situations where you just know you're about to be accused of failing to make small talk? Well I do. She said 'You know, you don't talk much.' I replied 'No, I suppose I don't.' The conversation staggered onto holidays. She looked at me, perplexed. 'You know, Turkey. Istanbul: Istanbul's in *Turkey*.' 'Oh, that's nice.' 'Uhuh.' It was all so much better talking to drunk people in Soho. 'I was invited to become Robert Plant's second mistress. Down at his recording studio in the country, his secretary explained to me that the post offered free gifts, maybe a bit of jewellry and some travel.' Robert Plant, by the way for all youze kidz, was in a rawk band in the dim and distant glory days of leather biker jackets and epic bombast and smoking hash in Morrocco. I suppose things haven't changed much. I SHARED AN ANTIQUE LIFT WITH GRETA GARBO's GHOST Well, not exactly, but she'd stayed in the same hotel once. In Istanbul. GORDON's MINT TEA. It's really good, even if I do say so myself. The secret ingredient, the one the berber guys who make it regularly do *not* use, is cinnamon. Anyway, it's dead simple and the summer drink of mes jours. Take lots of mint leaves from my mum's garden (I'll ask her if you want, maybe), rip them up a la Jamie Oliver, place in a glass, with the aforementioned cinnamon and too much demerara sugar (the berbers like their sugar, as do their camels) and, hey presto! A deliciously refreshing beverage that won't even get you drunk. You'll need boiling water too, come to think of it. Oh, and the Cardigan's 'Gordon's Garden Party' on the stereo, for that me me me feeling, if you're, erm, me. I'm looking forward to a couple of gigs. The Pernice Brothers are recommended by the blogtastic <a href="http://shazz.journalspace.com/">Shazz</a>, who play the wonderfully named King Tut's Wah Wah hut in Glasgow on ... hmm, I can't find the listings. Next week sometime. Then and, I can't wait, the RED BULL DOZERS in the same city, yeah! Are you going to be selling CD's after the gig, Ken? Perhaps also a NVIP's party, after? Ken, by the way, is the reclusive songwriting genius behind the 'DOZERS for all you uninitiates, last seen making out with some beautiful women perhaps, allegedly, in that motel at the edge of the Arizona Desert miles out of LA and as featured in the movies. Gees, I don't half talk rot. Last seen in '66, recovering from a bad acid trip, la la etc. etc. PUT A BIT OF EFFORT INTO YOUR POSTS. REMEMBER, OTHER PEOPLE MAY READ IT I don't think so. And, anyway, it'll ruin my flow, know what I mean? Ok, here's a bit of vital info. About beards. I have a short one myself at the moment. Oh no! me pubes have migrated! Blech! Yuk. Anyway, pilots. Evidently no airline pilots have beards, because it would prevent them from fitting their oxygen masks properly. Maybe that's why all those air aces from World War One sported dashing 'taches. Look, I already explained I was no use at small talk. I think I'll stare into space for awhile instead. ... Gordon +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Rear Catastrophe, Matron.
by kenneth.chu＠uclh.org 08 Aug '03

08 Aug '03

(Haha I searched on the archives for the phrase "Good looks" and the top two links returned both have MY NAME on it! I think it's saying something. Sorry just adding a bit of self-indulgence into this post since there's been none of that on the list lately at all hahaha roflmao) REAR CATASTROPHE, MATRON New album sounds like it's gonna be GRATE. I think the best song on the album is going to be "If you find yourself caught in love", because it has the most words in its title and that's always a good thing. Robin Stout said about "(My Girl's Got) Miraculous Technique" not being on DCW (pronounced "Dick Wank"?). I remember reading something about how the songs on that particular Peel Session were never going to be released as an album - I have no idea where I read this from, so, I searched on sinister archive, and guess what?! MY NAME came up again, and I wrote about how I heard from somewhere that the songs on that particular Peel Session were never going to be released as an album!! http://www.missprint.org/sinister/mhonarc/200107/msg00189.html I wonder where I heard that from!!!! HOT PANTHONY I am very looking forward to hearing the studio version of this song also. I hope this version will still have the sound of Pint Glasses being collected as that really added to the bootleg version that's been going around, and it'd be sad to miss it. TWEE ON THE SUNRISE Mark C the anti-twee got a bit hot and pompous under his pants about the affectation of tweeness, it is true - sinister ain't about twee yo, we fuck them, hence the term twee fuckers. Or something. BIGGEST BLUEST LOW-FLY Went to see CAMERA OBSCURA at King Tuts in Glasgow on Saturday - wow, it was absolutely fantastic, I had to hold in a lot of pee just so that I didn't miss a song, but I needed to go eventually, I was Undone by the Tennents on tap, but luckily I was very quick in Dropping my trousers and going for the pee so I didn't miss too much. Great music, Fastened with the lovely singing voices. I liked the intimacy of the place too. And there was D!a!n!c!i!n!g! - from both audience and the band! Time really Zipped by and I got to dance for a bit and bought the new Camera Obscura single "Teenager" it's excellent! And B-sides too. The ticket for the gig was great too. It had "CAMERA OBSCURA" written on it in capitals and above that it stated three rules 1. Over 18s only 2. Bring IDs and.. 3. ROAR! It was strange that they insisted that you let out a cry before you're allowed to get into a gig (before you cry?), nonetheless it seemed fun so as I walked pass the bouncer I screamed on top of my lung, and he asked "what's going on?". Neither of us were blonde. It was unfair, though, the girl behind me broke all three rules, and still got in. Good looks will always open doors for a girl. And outside King Tuts I picked up Flyers of a great club in glasgow that is happening on the 15th Aug at the Woodside Social Club near the Kelvinbridge tube station called The Winchester Club and wow, the band line-up looked great. I'm sure to go. You should too. Can't wait for DickWank!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That's it heheheh (that was my Janis Joplin impression) Ken P.S.: There has been a lack of SINISTER BOWLING events, fancy some SINISTER BOWLING, anyone? Howsabout some Sinister Bowling and Drinking in Glasgow the 16th August? Anyone? ********************************************************************** This email is confidential and intended solely for the person or entity to whom it is addressed. If this email was not intended for you please notify the UCLH Mail Administrator at mail.administrator(a)uclh.org. This footnote confirms that the email and attachments contained no viruses when they left UCLH. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: oooh reverence
by Gillian Kirby 08 Aug '03

08 Aug '03

I bought ..Sinister in December 1997 and the LLPJ EP a bit before then, so maybe i'm a late starter too. I think everyone who didn't get the original Tigermilk release is to some, but i can't help that much. However, I didn't buy the last album because i was too poor, and people told me it was a bit crap so I got the new Mercury Rev and a Terry Hall collection instead. I'd recommend the latter by the eway, if you can get the one with 'Really Sayin' Something' on al the better. i would thoroughly recommend taking lunch inbt he park during the current spell of hot weather, but perhaps not queuing up in M&S to buy said lunchg first. apparently it's the same one d. beckham uses/used, but all there were were people in boring office clothes and we three, girls in trainers and 'go to hell' slogan t-shirts and we-can-take-lunch-whenever-we-like attitudes. Speaking of which, i was sent a job ad for a 'lifestyle assistant' the other day...they want graduates to book haircuts and collect drycleaning and arrange milkdeliveries for people who are too busy and important to do all this stuff for them,selves. Half of me thought that there was something vaguely immoral about running errands for up-arsed people, when do you become too important to book your own haircuts? Then again, the other half...the evil, corporate whore half...wishes she thought of such a pointless service first, as there must be loads of people in L*nd*n who are too busy being mockneys to do all this stuff. Then charge a fortune for it. ha ha ha ha ha. I think that's the difference between here and the capital-we don't feel like we constantly have to keep up. nobody thinks they need to buy £80 cheese graters just because they were in Elle Deco. Yet I'm going to have to go eventually... gotta post letters.it's too shiny outside. -gillian ===== _________________________ "Obscurism: The Practice of peppering daily life with obscure references (forgotten films, dead TV stars, unpopular books, defunct countries, etc.)as a subliminal means of showcasing both one's education and one's wish to diassociate from the world of mass culture" ________________________________________________________________________ Want to chat instantly with your online friends? Get the FREE Yahoo! Messenger http://uk.messenger.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: Over-production killed the radio star
by Caitlin Ross 08 Aug '03

08 Aug '03

Ooh, everyone seems to be looking forward to the new album. I'm not too excited about Lord Anthony, but I do rather like Step Into My Office Baby. I hope it's got lots of flute. All the fans who found the band early-on, of course, now have to ponder and get all introspective, and go on about whether they still love the band or not. For some reason I never feel like I was an 'early- adopter' kind of B&S fan - there are so many people who heard about them before me. I didn't even join Sinister until over a month after it had started. They were a bit different in those days - those newcomers who never heard B&S's death metal phase have Never Lived. We've all changed a lot too, and found lots more new, exciting music to gush over. B&S, though, are still lovely and melodic and swoonworthy even if they now have a string section and Trevor Horn. I jumped awake, startled, at five to seven this morning. I had the radio on, and 'Expectations' was playing, the introduction bit with the cardigan zip. The radio was tuned to Radio 4, and they were trailing a documentary. "If they'd used 'Beautiful' instead," I thought to myself, "the world would IMPLODE in a whirlpool of self- referentiality!" It's a good thing they didn't, then. (And "Teachers" is back on telly again, and still has TBWTAS as its closing theme. Plus, they still have a donkey hidden somewhere in every episode. And children randomly beating each other up, and falling out of trees. GRATE!) love xx caitlin -- http://www.joannou.net/topofthestairs/ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Keeping the Dream Alive
by Mark Casarotto 06 Aug '03

06 Aug '03

I promised Christine Irene that I would always have a go at someone who referred to the list or its raison d'etre as "twee", so Gillian, please consider yourself told in no uncertain terms that being twee has *nothing* to do with being Sinister. Tweeness is an affectation, and a desire to be twee is as bad as 18th century fops who painted their faces white with little black hearts drawn on their cheeks, held hankies to their noses and spoke in high-pitched giggles. Pretty much GayJay's type, then. I'm looking forward to the surge, or swell (if you will) of Sinister posts that always follow the news of an album release. I too am on the edge of my seat about Lord Anthony, it being a song which I never thought I'd hear and which will give the album immediate credibility, even if the rest of the songs are of the calibre of Roy Walker. The celebrity, not the song. Well, the song too. If my mind doesn't deceive me, Robin's fuzzy-edges time machine is transporting me back to the 1st November, 1998, when I heard it for the first time in the Supper Club in New York. It was the days of a different Sinister, of Anastasia and Kristen and Janine, none of whom have posted for years (but by God, ladies, if you're reading this re-subscribe immediately!). But it's not in the past any more. Today, before I read the digest and the news of the new album, I sorted out my old, old photos, which I haven't albumised for over 5 years. And there were my photos from that trip to NYC, my first ever time in the States, and pictures of the people, and the band, who made it so much fun. There are always links between different times in your life. These links will make sure I never forget why Sinister means so much to me. I hope it can mean something like as much to most of you. Yours, pompously (I'm in training for the European All-Pomp Championships), Mark xxx ________________________________________________________________________ Want to chat instantly with your online friends? Get the FREE Yahoo! Messenger http://uk.messenger.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: Lord Anthony and his Pals
by robster 06 Aug '03

06 Aug '03

Hello Sinister Yippee! A new album, new (and occasionally old) songs for the list to pick apart and provide thoughtful criticism on (or just complain that they sounded better live). More importantly, there's a new album title to pun. It should be one most punnable titles ever but the best I can come up with right now is 'Beer Atrocity, Legless'. Ho hum. Marianna said: "I can barely contain my excitement at the prospect of hearing the third best opening line in a song ever ('Ro-bert, your nipples are pert')" Being a muse is grate and probably a lot better than being Muse as it doesn't involve singing in _that_ voice and murdering perfectly good Nina Simone songs. Ken, Liz & myself were discussing the Manboobs song in the pub the other night. I recalled the endless sessions that dragged the song into being: Hours in a smoke-filled studio, various discarded chord sequences, early drafts of the lyrics screwed up on the floor, too much to drink, not enough sleep, arguments, hair pulling, cries of "Sprinkle some fuckin' fairy dust on the bastard!" and "No! Play _that_ fuckin' note!". It was all worth it though. Ken's reputation as the finest pop songwriter of his generation was sealed. Even though nobody wrote down the final version. Of course the other great RBD moment from the Bitchtits Sessions - A Woman Needs a Fish (Like a Man Needs a Bicycle) - survives and ought to be played during every RBD encore. Forever. Looks like I'll be seeing some of yous in Glasgow on the 15th as well. Hooray! Robster ________________________________________________________________________ Want to chat instantly with your online friends? Get the FREE Yahoo! Messenger http://uk.messenger.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: Once upon a time...
by Sunny set 06 Aug '03

06 Aug '03

Once upon a time there was a girl, who despite, or perhaps because of, or perhaps incidental to, her love fairy stories, was slightly unworldly in the ways of computers. Therefore when the big bad computer company Microsoft offered her a free email account with a personalised email address she gratefully accepted. Little did she know what evil schemes they were already plotting with which to entrap her. One day when she returned home after a short stint at porridge theft, and a trip up a beanstalk she opened her email account to discover an angry sounding message from the big bad computer company demanding she delete some of her emails. She wept silently at the cruelness of the world, and deleted many an email containing magic spells to make her younger or larger or many other things that she was too naïve to understand. When she had done that she looked at her nice clean email account and thought: There that will keep them happy for a while longer while I go looking that wretched glass slipper of mine But her happiness was short lived and she reeled back in horror as soon she realised that the big bad computer company said that her nice clean email account had 600kb of emails still in it. Even though she was unworldly in the ways of computers she knew that this was a lot of space for nothing to take up and she became suspicious. Days and weeks, months and maybe even years went by and the poor girl was haunted by the 600kbs of nothingness. Then one day, while the girl was getting bored of being asleep for a thousand years and needed to think of another way to put of doing some proper work for a while, bravely began to investigate the mystery. For many minutes she fought with option settings but to no avail. She dropped helplessly to her knees in front of the and screamed (in a silent and sitting down fashion): what do you want from me you evil thing!? She was just about to give up when she remembered her magic find tool and searched for the word @ which is an ancient symbol present in all email addresses. Magically lost emails started to appear before her eyes whilst the girl look on in amazement. The emails seemed to have come from a far off land where people wore cardigans and worshipped a god called B&S. She smiled as she remembered her own trips to this land. There were stories about the day the B&S gods landed on the earth and people from all over the world ran to worship them. There were emails containning the words to the scared hymns of the land. She also found stories she had written herself when she had been very sad indeed. But most importantly of all she found the kind things people had said in reply. Her heart glowed with warmth and fondness for this land and she decided to revisit this beloved place. Many years later she blew up the big bad computer company, and everyone else went to live in a gingerbread house, and lived happily ever after. The End hope you are all safe and well, Take Care Rachel ************* Your homes are set upon the land a dreamer found. The pictures on its walls are visions from a dreamer's soul. http://www.friendsoftheheroes.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: we may be through with the past...
by Matthew Henderson 06 Aug '03

06 Aug '03

Hello everyone. It's 3am, and you know what means (to some, it might mean i must be lonely, to others, it means i'm restless and am posting). First off, I have a minor quibble with the Belle and Sebastian website team. How is this information about the new album, tracklisting, release date, title, and DVD info coming through here second hand? I've seen nothing about it on the website, and am tempted not to believe a word of it. But it's probably true, so to banchory: get off your ass! :) Secondly, I was just putting up a tent in the living room. Just as practice, ya see. I am listening to a list of 2063 songs, playing on random. "String Bean Jean" popped on, and I had to stop for a moment. This happens to me quite a bit these days, when an old belle and sebastian song comes on. I think back to the times when I was so in love with them and how they made me feel. It was so fresh at the time, so exciting. I wonder how it is possible to properly rate their new album(s) now. They are far from my favourite band, I must say. It's not their own fault I suppose. I would probably put the Clash as my favourite band (nobody seems to even vaguely understand why), and as far as current music goes, I don't believe anyone touches Wilco. So how the hell do I listen to a new album by belle and sebastian and make a judgement? As far as earlier work, the songs could be utter crap but I still love them. Hmm...I'm not sure what I really want to say here. Let me mull over it a few moments... Go on, fix yourself a cup of tea or a glass of lemonade. I haven't figured it out yet, really. But I'll go on. I recall feeling this way when Fold Your Hands came out. Now I stop and recall a certain time in my life whenever I hear songs from it, especially "I fought in a war", just the same as I do with songs off 'sinister'. I recognize that songs like "Wandering Alone" and "Big John Shaft" are damn enjoyable songs, but will they ever feel the same as "Put the Book Back on the Shelf"? I really loathe the debate on "old" belle and sebastian versus "new". It's just not fair I suppose. So the new album will come out, and I'm sure it'll be fantastic. They are, after all, a great band in my opinion. But perhaps the truly special music in a person's life needs an incubation period. Ask me what I think of the upcoming album in three years, or whenever I move on to the next phase of my ramshackle life. This syndrome has really put me off trying to get into new music. I don't know how reviewers do it. I enjoy so many songs and albums that are released these days, but I can't determine how important they'll be in the next few years. Is longevity that important? What does this all mean? I don't reckon it means all that much, really. Just random thoughts I have decided to spew out to the masses. I suppose the most important thing here is that it is now 4 am, and you know what? I'm actually pretty tired. -Matt _________________________________________________________________ MSN 8 helps eliminate e-mail viruses. Get 2 months FREE*. http://join.msn.com/?page=features/virus +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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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