November 2004 - Sinister

Sinister: Lee Bowyer roasts the bride
by kenneth.chu＠uclh.org 15 Nov '04

15 Nov '04

Hey there kiddos! The last time I posted was on the 15th Oct.. Maybe I like this posting on the 15th thing. Like a monthly magazine about everything not Belle and Sebastian related. So how are you people? I'm really glad that you are all posting again. A couple of weekends back I went on actual ROLLER COASTERS! In Blackpool. That really big one (imaginatively called "the big one") was pretty fun.. It drags you about 200 feet up before plunging you right down again!! I said "fuck" a few times. It was way fun. It's kind of strange that "The Rollercoaster Ride" the song is such a slow and quiet song (there's even a bit where someone does a "shhhhhh!" sound) when rollercoasters are FAST and LOUD, and I wonder what it'd be like to listen to that song on an actual rollercoaster. I'm going to try that next time - although I'll need to plan this well because you're pretty well strapped down when you get on the rollercoaster, and you'd need to conceal the walkman until the coaster is off the station so the safety officers won't catch you. It's just like a Grand Theft Auto mission! Maybe there should be a GTA3 styled game for being a Belle and Sebastian fan. You just walk around completing missions. ----------------------------------------------------------- Mission 1: "Mix tape for Millie.." "It's Millie's birthday tomorrow, you must go to record shops and find all the records in order to make her a mix tape that she'd like." So you go around looking for records.. But as you came out of one shop... "Oh no!! Big Bully Boy is walking towards your direction.. If he finds you he's sure to steal your bag of records and give you a wedgie! Find a suitable place to hide" And then you have to scamper and hide before he walks away. And then go home and make the mix tape for Millie to try and capture her heart. ----------------------------------------------------------- It can work! Instead of stealing cars, though, you ride buses, of course. And you'll get silly sub-games like you're a girl who has to Skive off work as much as possible during your job as a lane painter.. or something. And now I must go and finish my mix tape. Ken ********************************************************************** 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: the King is dead, but he's not forgotten
by Dirty Vicar 14 Nov '04

14 Nov '04

It seems like it's been a while. In the meantime I have done so much, but most of it is of esoteric interest. I went to America for a bit, to observe the election and play pinball. That was fun... well, the pinball was. If I was on a roll I would often get scores of over 500,000,000 and successfully battle the Power of the Twilight Zone, even if more usually the game literally laughed at my pathetic efforts. I was somewhat irritated by the election, though, and the way ANTICHRIST is going to spending another four years in the White House. This is not what Ian Curtis died for. Talking of death, like everyone else I was saddened by John Peel dying. I don't live in the UK and have only on rare occasions been able to get adequate Radio 1 reception, so Peel was not part of my life in the same way that he was for many of you. I mainly remember him from his occasional Top Of The Pops appearances, and things like that all-nighter music video programme he did with the underappreciated John Walters on the night of another election victory for Thatch. I seem to remember him doing a great job of compering the (then) NME stage at Glastonbury one year I went too, which was nice. There was a brief period in the early 1990s when I could actually hear Radio 1 properly, and that led to my enjoyment of John Peel's radio magic. The funny thing is that for all people seem to go on about how he was Cap'n Indie, the things I most remeember from his programme was world music, weird electronica, ragga, and general exotica. For all that I did hear fab radio sessions by the likes of The Sultans of Ping fc and Pavement, the music I most associate with Peel is the jangly guitar sounds of African pop. I like the way that Word magazine that's just come out is not afraid to talk about Peel's nonce shame, something that people have been conveniently forgetting in the rush to canonise him. This is life. In other death news, I noticed that Yasser Arafat finally died last week. Although primarily famous as the leader of the Palestinians, Arafat did acquire some fame in certain quarters as the bass player with popular 1980s indie band Felt, going on in that respect to inspire Belle & Sebastian in much the same way that he inspired countless strugglers against imperialism. I saw some interesting footage of Arafat from the late 1970s and early 1980s, a period when he still had it. I reckon if he had been killed in Beirut in 1982 as planned then he would now be as iconic a figure as Che Guevara and would be staring down from countless student bedroom walls. Instead he got to grow old and his chaotic and incompetent approach to administration and negotiation became more apparent. Still, I had no qualms about signing his book of condolences. And the struggle continues... here in Dublin the ladies of Dublin are struggling for their rights, and I'm doing my level best to support them. They're hosting a lovely festival here called Ladyfest, and in a shocking break with tradition non-ladies like myself are able to go along to see gigs where bands not entirely composed of ladies do their thing. Thus far I keep getting down too late to catch the early birds, but I have greatly enjoyed Americhord's live techno set, the folk-rock adventures of Katell Keineg, and especially Pram's space pop. Today I will be going along to see more lovely ladies play at an all-ages gig which looks like being lots of fun. So, eh, that's all I've got time for. your grubby pal, 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: it's winter in Paris
by J Knutsson 14 Nov '04

14 Nov '04

Hello sinister! I hope that this email finds you well. What have you been up to? Lovely. Having spent the past two years cocooned in the cosy warmth of the York Sinister Massive, I now feel slightly adrift, living in Paris with only a couple of B&S liking friends with whom I can make myself feel shamefully uninformed when it comes to matters of indie importance. Or of any importance really. Anyway, this is my roundabout way of asking if there are Parisian sinisterites who could point me in the right direction of a decent indie pub/club? I really miss dancing (although those who have seen my attempts at dancing may feel that the world is a better place without it) and could really do with somewhere to go boogie other than my living room. Thanks, and sorry for being one of those people who never posts and then when they do its completely lacking in content. Love Jen PS Hello to the YSM, wherever you may be these days. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: when she was five year old it was cake and bright lights
by s.santabarbara＠qmul.ac.uk 10 Nov '04

10 Nov '04

Same day, different years. And things remain the same, or came back in a recursive manner. From a point the story started, and the one who wrote the story knew how it was going to end. Worst then a soap opera, when the unexpected is what is actually expected. He went to dam on day. Ive been there many times. Because the mountains are starring over the horizon and the pine woods reflects over the river, and there are not cars running over there, might be one from time to time, only, and is nice to feel the cold breeze, in December, waiting for the snow to fall, on lucky day. The dam was built in the late sixties, I think, or in the early seventies. Its the light blue painting on the metal structure, and the glass-concrete bricks from which you can tell. Almost as is it where out one of those geography book full of picture of what were futuristic architectural designs, now a pale imagine of what could have look as ground-breaking, as much as ink of the fading semi gloss paper texture. There are several of these structures on the river, lighting up the bulbs and the television screens at night, or branching in channels which used to bring the water to the local city. There use to be water, in the city. Now it runs underground over traffic arteries and parking space. But they are only far away from the top of the dam, you could barley see the orange light of the nearest village when the wind blows the clouds away, just minutes before the sunset. But silence is not that bad, if you can handle it. Ive been there, waiting for the sun to fade, before the people in the car arrived, then it was the time to get on the bike to climb the hill back home. My mother has always thought, and still thinks, I believe, that I was spending the afternoon in the library. I generally had a wonder in the red brick building to grab a book, and then spent the time remain on top of the barrier. My father has never given a dam about anything, no worries where I did spent my afternoons. At least I could nick some fags out of him, for he would have never have noticed. And smoke them, waiting to keep my act together and the right time to swim with Phoebes that one was taller and more handsome then you. For I am still waiting for the right time to come, he did get on top of the bridge on a day of November. And I wasnt there, as a couple have been on any other day of the week, but not that Wednesday. And now is in the water, and he is now talking to the Phoenician prince, not me. How did he get the idea, I dont know. Weve never been there, not together. If not for a swim a few yard upstream, where the river bends, in the summer, when the air is too dense to handle. But not in the winter. And Ive been silent; Ive kept my place; if hed done the same, for real. Loneliness is not that bad, they said, if you can handle it. If you can accept that walking over someone elses feeling is perfectly fine. I start to learn that on these days. Did I ever manage to fully accept that? Is it there where all the problems are? So lets the blood flow, then, someone is going to get hurt, isnt it? But thats fine. And thats normal. Ive been told. And I should listen to what all the people say, and everybody is telling me that I got to change: change! And that I should learn how to hate. Ive been told. But they walk in line, and I walk in spirals. It takes quite a bit of time to get anywhere, but Ive seen the people around the rocky shore, and the fireworks that strike eleven oclock. As the church bells do for the Sunday mass. And have seen them again and again. And they all look the same, and they all sound the same. As doctors in the reception hall wearing an immaculate lab coat. They also walk in line and down the pale green corridors. All pretty much the same. Until one day, some ten years late, you also feel like you had more than enough of doctors, cars, rocky beaches, fireworks, football on the telly, books, records, telephones, dams, rivers and light bulbs which brightens the night. On a Wednesday of November, that should be the day. Sitting on your bad, listening to radio a bit too loud, not to listen to the people talking in the next room, and because you dont want them to listen to you talking to yourself. They wont listen anyway. They said you should sleep at night. And shouldnt work that hard. But you dont even realise if it Sunday, or Christmas, or New Year eve, because every day is the same, you know how it starts and can predict how it will finish. Still got a point to prove, but can you prove it? Doesnt matter till he sings on the radio, and talks to you, or you do believe so. But they, they will not understand however. And why not to sleep then? And you fall asleep and thinking that this time is the time, and didnt took that much, after all. After all this waiting was it was just five minutes, and youll be sleeping calm and peacefully, and your heart is at quiet, hold in warm and silent cuddle. That simple. So damn simple that youll wake up the morning after as nothing had ever had happened, down to the train station, crossed the bridge and the river, the mountains at your back, thirteen station to your work place. As the day before, as the day that had to come, because every day was the same. Is, the bloody same. Still doctors in their candid coats, might be walking down a pale cyan alley this time, still people over rocky or sandy beaches, which will never remember your name or your face, even when you walk then home, five in the morning, in the steam of alcohol, and being offered a place on the coach, while her boyfriend is sleeping upstairs. The wont remember your face, even though youve tried to put up your best smile and dig out all the irony of the circumstance, youd rather walk home in the light rain of November. Thinking of Phoebes and the dam and the mountains \and the bulbs which makes endless day. Almost as a Scottish summer night, but not pleasant. If I were a spy, being invisible would have been a quality. S. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: PEEL
by jim taylor 10 Nov '04

10 Nov '04

So Peel is dead. So many words from so many in tribute, so much love for the man most of us never spoke to. I'm planning a wee gathering sometime to watch my 'Harder They Come' DVD with take away curry and red wine. I think he'd approve. I'm still kind of hoping for an Ian Anscombe obituary, cos he writes better than me, but I may be waiting in vain. And he is a very busy man these day's dontcha know. Acknowledging I've probably said half of this before, but, I was lucky to hear 'The State I'm In' on my mate Damon's radio at the end of 1996. Peels Festive Fifty. I was walking past in the hall and came over all a quiver. Working out well it's not Donovan voice, it's not so-and-so etc, then finding it was this 'Belle & Sebastian'. The very end of the year as it happens, new years eve I think, and went out to Berwick Street and bought Sinister an hour or two later, foisting it upon my mate Cassie that evening. If I hadn't heard that then, I guess I'd have got into them sometime, but I imagine I'm not alone in savouring my "who's voice is that?" Murdoch moment. Peel brought me mine, and I suppose it was very literally life changing. Not quite in the same way as my University being selected on the basis of an open day in London meaning I could get to a gig, but... good friends, visits to new cities and foreign lands, the closest of relationships have shared a love of B&S... #28 in 1996 was the entry. sigh. and of course the same song was picked by Peelie to represent the year in his mighty Peelenium, bless him :) http://www.rocklist.net/festive50.htm will take you to the lists if you fancy a bit of F50 perusing. It's funny searching back through the archives. check out September 1997's 'Peel is an old git' debate. There's some (if unintentionally) entertaining comments. I just discovered how to search so it showed old stuff first. http://www.missprint.org/sinister/mhonarc/199711/msg00148.html reports Peelie's copy of tigermilk for the register I vaguely remember being organised... so did he play em before Radcliffe? and the fact that it was debated! Peel. bless him. waking up earlier than I planned on a Saturday to be soothed/smile listening to Home Truths can never be the same. A bit like Elliot Smith, deeply loved but under listened when he was still around. sigh. I'm itching for the chickfactor gig days to be announced as I can't really miss my work Christmas curry on the Friday :( ah well, team building important and all that, especially when you're lucky enough to have a team you like. erm there's a lot of stuff I could ramble about. blimey it's been an interesting year. and there's plenty of it left too. well wishes to a good friend who should read this. jim x currently listening to Jeffrey Lewis 'the history of US Punk' (9mintues 41...nice) [on Tangents online radio :) ] +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Jowls
by robin stout 09 Nov '04

09 Nov '04

Sunday evening, I sat on the stairs, eating a pomegranate with a spoon, an eye for Monarch of the Glen and an ear for my sister who was on the phone. We discussed allotments, the rules of bridge, and the difficulty of finding bridge doubles in the borough of Ealing. "You know our problem, Robin, is that we still have to get used to the idea that it simply isn't the Nineteen Twenties any more," she said. "That's dangerous talk," I answered. I am currently reading "Three Men In A Boat", which I am enjoying very much, and I wonder why I haven't thought of reading it before. To improve my reading experience, I am reading it in the voice of Richard Briers. (Or is it Sir Richard Briers? I'm not sure. Surely he must be a Sir by now?) Monarch of the Glen really isn't the same without Richard Briers, is it? They seem to replace the whole cast every now and again, hoping that no one will notice. My mum usually doesn't. I am not sure if I like Tom Baker very much, even if he is Doctor Who, I just reckon you can't trust a man with so many jowls. Robin x +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 will never let you see me undressed
by s.santabarbara＠qmul.ac.uk 08 Nov '04

08 Nov '04

Is not my cup of tea. And is it caffeine or me? I live like a ghost, sneaking around corners, leaving no trace or memory. I move the dust on the road when walking to the tube station, sitting by strangers to which I am a stranger too. They wont know Ive there, I wont know theyve been there. The dust will fall back in the place it was before Id let my footstep, ready to me moved by someone elses feet. Lets write a sentence on the sand. Lets steal it from someone elses book. Chances are it can be remembered then. I live like a ghost and I sneaking around corners. Like the fog in the autumn, in the field. It disappears with as the sun rise. It disappears and even if it will come back on the day after, no one will notice. One just walk trough the fog without bothering. Just a sense of annoyance, need to slow down your car, look around more carefully, but then will be over, and the fogs forgiven. I can trace my sentence in the dense cloud of smog, and the wind will cancel them, because no one is there to listen to them. And wont probably remember them anyway. Rightly. I live like a ghost because the castles made of playing cards are not strong enough to hold the weight of a proper human being. But still can sustain something which is more similar to an immaterial entity. But those are only fragile shelters from the monsoon, and will be swept away, although are so easy to rebuilt, if one decide to ignore the warning. And the rain cant harm a ghost. And there is silence in this place. Theres a silence which is nearly unreal. Unreal as a ghost is. And last for days and days. Things around here dont make sounds, and cant listen to them. Things around here all look quite vain. I have lived like a ghost for too many years, and have realised just right now, how insignificant all that has been. And if Ill see myself in the mirror, is that the one would have liked to see? Sure Ill walk to my death because I know Ill never feel that way again. Sure today is bound to be less boring then tomorrow. At least there is a consolation, the day Ill disappear, no one will miss me. If Ill burn or draw, wont make any difference. And when you have no one, no one can hurt you, sure, but wholl be by your side then? A ghost, might be. Take care Love (if you can have some) Stefano +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: feeling unimaginative
by Feather Boa 07 Nov '04

07 Nov '04

dear sinister, like mr moore, i also know where i will be on the two nights of chickfactor @ bush hall. there is a reason for this, as some of you know, i work there (bh not chickfactor, sigh). the bonus of this is, of course i get to see you when you turn up there and prolly tick you off some kind of list. we've had more than our fair share of b&s related gigs - camera obscura/trashcan sinatras being the one that really sticks in my mind, because it was the first time i was on the door, and it felt like about three quarters of the attendees were people i knew through sinister. of course it's not all fun and games. this weekend there was a uriah heep convention. uriah heep! it featured the band demanding copious amounts of, er, red wine. could have definitely been worse. i stayed up and watched the 12:34 thingy (i'm underemployed at the moment and can just about afford to spend most of my day asleep). i found it strangely moving. there were no actual what you might call shots of struan, the camera lingered on the view out of a train window going from (i assume) glasgow to london. nonetheless it was interesting to hear what he had to say about music and his favourite songs. i saw him in a restaurant in brighton, oooh, ages ago. it came as some surprise to walk up from the toilets and see his face. i spent the rest of the meal all a-quiver, over-excited and slightly jittery like i'd drunk too much coffee. post-student life is treating me fairly well, i have at least got my masters now (dissertation title: 'music journalism and the weblog phenomenon', i was going to put you in the acknowledgements, but decided not to put any in after all). i regretted using the word phenomenon when i came to have it bound - £2 it cost me to have that printed on two copies. i could have just called it 'music journalism and the weblog' and saved my money. but i wasn't thinking of frugality when i named it. i am pretty bored though - daytime telly is only interesting for so long. i'm considering going on work experience again, but i find it somewhat soul destroying. i cried quite a lot about jp. i thought about the night described here [http://www.missprint.org/sinister/mhonarc/200106/msg00261.html] and a hundred other such nights, and i was horribly sad. for a long time i had sinisterine's block, it's like writer's block but subtly different (in a freudian slip, i wrote that it was like writer's blog, which of course is the real reason for my recent silence). let this be an end to it. pip pip fb X ******************************************************************************* http://featherboa.blogspot.com - bandwagonesque http://groups.yahoo.com/group/yorksini - big up to the york sinister massive. innit +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: visit?
by Nathan Reader - Wilson 07 Nov '04

07 Nov '04

Hello all, Hope you are well. As you may or may not not I live in little ol' Australia down here, but I think it's time to expand my horizons and see the world! So I have decided to give the UK and a few places in Europe a visit. I get there on the 26th of this month (nov.), and am there until Early January. I am going over to visit a friend that is studying in Leeds, but would love to catch up with a few sinisterinies on my travels. So, I do not know where I will be when exactly, but as many of you live that way, please e-mail me any picnics, cool clubs, B&S congregations or even a number if you live in England somewhere, and hopefully we can catch up. I am still a sinisteriny virgin, and have not yet met another member of sinister, BLASPHOMY!! you cry. Here's your chance to turn it all around. Hope to hear from some of you soon. be well all. Nathan Reader. __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Check out the new Yahoo! Front Page. www.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: Butterfly Ball
by David Moore 04 Nov '04

04 Nov '04

Hi there, Thanks to Peter for being an ace Belle And Sebastian fan & giving us all the '12:34' tip-off. Sadly I am a bit up my bum with work right now and was a right tosspot last night & couldn't get it together to record it. Hey ho. I guess I'll see it in a few years time on Blair's 'Fans Only' follow-up. So here is my attempt to do something in the same vein. I found this on the Chickfactor site ( http://www.chickfactor.com/index2.shtml ): "welcome to chickfactor.com, the companion website to the print magazine of the same name. we are currently sorting out the details of our grand holiday event -- chickfactor's gala papillons at bush hall in london on december 10 + 11. hope to have the lineup sorted soon and tickets on sale but so far confirmed are: the first solo gig of one mr stevie jackson (belle & sebastian); the london debut of parisian crooner benjamin biolay; the first show ever from new york city's wonderful mascott; swedish popstar jens lekman, and the amazing chickfactor house band pipas (more acts confirming soon) chickfactor 16 will be out by then too." Stevie J, Jens Lekman, Pipas & more (Are the rumours of a certain band composed of 2 very fragrant Sinisterines true?) Looks pretty good to me, so I know where I'll be on those particular Friday & Saturday nights. Love/Regards, David Moore/Mooro Chelmsford, 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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