September 2004 - Sinister

Sinister: It's only time
by Amy Baggott 31 Jan '05

31 Jan '05

Hello Sinister, So, Ive been lurking around these parts a while. Ive not been away, I just havent had much to say. And thats not to say I do have something exciting to share with you now, in case anyone was getting their hopes up unduly there. Sorry. I just saw this little quote in the Times the other day and thought of you. My worst festival experience was travelling on an overnight rockers bus from Scotland to see Deep Purple at Knebworth in 1984. I was 15. The only seat was at the back with the stinking denim-and-leather brigade. I got to sleep, bolt upright, between two heavies. I woke up with one of their tongues in my ear Stuart Murdoch, of Belle & Sebastian. Eh? Anyway, Im not going to whinge about the fact that the free gig in Glasgow is two days before the scariest exams of my life so far and that I wont be able to go. Because if all goes to plan, I should be seeing them at Glastonbury instead. But still. A free gig! In Glasgow! With Camera Obscura too! How cruelly fate times these things sometimes. Ah well, at least the new single looks promising. Maybe Ill see some of you in Glastonbury Bye for now, Amy x P.S. The subject line is a truly lovely song off the new Magnetic Fields LP. Listen to it. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. 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: Where, Oh Where has my SINISTER gone??
by Katia913＠aol.com 25 Nov '04

25 Nov '04

Sinister, light of my life, fire of my loins. Where would I be without you?? Where am I now?? Out of nowhere, you all seem to have dissapeared. This evening, Ken and I were chatting about inspiration. We decided you all need some inspiration to get going again. I have a story that I think will do that for you all. For those of you who have been around for a while, quite a while ago (like three or so years..), I nearly cut off my thumb in a freak accident with a chisle...and a hammer...and being quite an silly girl about safety with wood carving...well ladies and lovely gents...this is better. Labor day weekend is a long one for us at University...actually a real nice break in the beginning of the year to get your affairs into order and get more than tipsy for an extra evening. It really is perfect. The story I am about to reveal is on that Sunday of Labor Day. I'd gone over to the house of a friends to have what we affectionatly call a Thirty Year old party. We drink wine, eat fancy food, lounge and talk about obscenely affected topics. My friend was carrying in too many glasses of wine when he tripped over the doorframe (but no, Ken, no one yelled "OUCH" at him) and dropped the glasses in order to catch himself. They shattered against the linoleum flooring and glass flew. Everyone in the room frantically looked around to see if everyone was alright...Of course they all were, except for me. Although I did not even feel it, the stem of one of the glasses flew up and hit my lower lip and fell into the palm of my hand. I was bleeding more than throughout my clum! sy history out of both my mouth and palm. Luckily, a young lady there had enough presence of mind to take me to the hospital where I met several interesting patients and waited for three hours to get two tiny stitches put in. It didn't hurt at all, I promise. I do have to admit that it was one of the most stressful moments of my short life...I've never been to the hospital for my own needs. Worse than all of that is the fact that all week people told me I had food in the corner of my mouth!! So Sinister, I have two challenges for you. Number one, best injury or embarasment story. Number two, best cheer up song ever. Post it! I want to know! Love Always, Kate +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: with your newfound love of neu and pad thai
by rrrrobyn 22 Nov '04

22 Nov '04

periodically, elements: since last we spoke, sinister, i have not managed to unlearn how to read. in fact, i have learned whole bunches of new words, some of which may or may not be made up. of letters or non-letters. i also found a pink raincoat, 60s style. that totally goes with my pink mini-skirt suit, 60s style. totally. goes. reporting back (now with informative sub-headings): between 'responsibilities', 'unresponsibilities', and growing my hair, i've been to see shows, entertainments, flashing lights and on-stage sweating. - the dirtbombs: wow! whoa! yes! two drumkits (and two drummers)! spasmodical robotic dancing girl guitarist! mick collins! leg kicking to punctuate guitar riffing! it hurt me, how real and good it was. - julie doiron/damien jurado/rosie thomas: this was lovely. i love julie. she makes you love things. everything seems warmer when she sings. the world is a nicer place. i'm cheesy, but it fits. and it was a cold night. everyone seemed to be wearing nice scarves. - le tigre/lesbians on ectasy/les georges leningrad: let me begin with this: check out my awesome green les georges leningrad t-shirt! it fits like a glove, is soft like fake-fur kittens, and on it is a white drawing of a bat carrying a severed head! *and* it's a non-musical material representation of one of the most bizarre and entertaining (in a watching-your-8th-grade-math-teacher-get-attacked-by-bees kind of way) bands around. so, y'know, t-shirt! lesbians on ectasy is a montreal band as well, with a definite e-energy vibe goin' awn - dance-y, electro-y, fun-y. and le tigre, well, i mean, LE TIGRE. matching outfits, motown style (y'know, same fabric, but kathleen's got a strapless minidress, johanna's got a dress with sleeves and an a-line, and jd's got a button-up shirt and pants. rad.) old songs, a few new songs (which were goood), synchronized dance moves, and a fancy way of following a set list (computers! graphic interfaces! etc.) i was happy. (for 5 minutes early on i was unhappy b/c a crew of goonish indie men began to 'mosh' near the front, causing some annoyance. especially when some pulled out, i kid you not, digicams. i'm just, like, er, do you not listen to lyrics? please put away your collector/capturer personas for an hour and be decent. i'm an asshole. no. i'm decidely not. i just hold le tigre near and dear.) so: always good to see le tigre, feel like you can do anything you set your mind to (it's true-oooo!), and dance like a maniac to 'deceptacon'. when buses strike back: holy crap, there's a bus/metro strike on in montreal. how am i supposed to achieve a nice, protective layer of fat for the winter months when i have to do all this walking and cycling everywhere? criminal. i guess i need to drink more beer. while walking and cycling. just all the time really. oh, and eat chocolate. see, i know my fat-making abilities and those two things will do it for sure. remember back when thespark.com had a 'gain x number of pounds in x number of days' contest? i would have kicked ass in that by eating beer and candy alone. and not walking or cycling anywhere. when i see hot pink graffiti, i say that's the graffiti for me: before the bus strike, i saw some pink graffiti in a metro stn on a billboard. it was in that graffiti language i'm not cool enough to understand, but i think it was along the lines of 'rraaarr, we write graffiti! now go and write an essay about it somewhere you silly little academic wad!' haha, aw, pink graffiti. visit montreal, i will try not to be too weird: helen of australia rocks right back. i saw her in the summertime and we walked around montreal and looked at things and i babbled about stuff and i'm sure was awkwardly quiet at times too, yet she still thinks i'm O.K. And she's a world traveller and therefore *knows*. one day i will go to australia and be a world traveller too. but mostly i will go to the beach and drink beer and eat candy. you were always on my mind, you were always on my mind: i bought a new walkman for $15.97 plus gst and pst b/c my old walkman broke a while ago and i am too cheap (ppoorr) to go for a discman and too damn *smart* to go for an mp3 player just quite yet. ipod ipod ipod. want. not going to get. unless it's $15.97. which, nope, it isn't. anyway, so i'm back listening to my tapes again, enjoying mixes made pre-2000, featuring the pet shop boys, the pixies, b&s, mag fields, you know the drill... the only downside to the walkman is that it's ultra sensitive (read 'cheap', not 'lubricated thin latex') to radio waves and things, so that every time i walk by a big construction site or a taxi it buzzes and sometimes even clicks. it's like the city is remixing my tunes yo. and damaging my cochlea. ow, my cochlea! hahahaha. love and bits, robyn p.s. despite having a pink raincoat, 60s style, i still want loralai's pink coat, the one she was wearing last gilmore girls episode with the awesome black and pink dress which i also want. p.p.s. thinking about tv has just reminded me that rupert got kicked off survivor last night. it was sad. both b/c it was a sad event and b/c i yelled at the tv and then at the heavens and then at myself. but really: why? rupert was the best thing to happen to reality tv since do-it-yourself liposuction on the home and garden network. yeah, so that never happened except on the TV Screen in My Head (8 p.m. Wednesdays, CTV), but man, Rupert gone? i'm writing him a letter. (yes, just like the windchill factor, reality is but a feeling too. a FEELING.) ===== I was reading the dictionary. I thought it was a poem about everything. ~Steven Wright ~~~ Robyn Fadden rfadden(a)yahoo.com Montreal, QC __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Free Pop-Up Blocker - Get it now http://companion.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. 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Sinister: oh the thoughts...
by Kristin Mitchell 14 Oct '04

14 Oct '04

This may or may not work, so hey. I'm having a bit of a sucky day, and I feel like inflicting my suckiness upon others. However, I can't put my finger on what makes it suck, I think it might be my head, and my memory, and everything I think of. So that sort of makes it difficult to inflict it upon you, you'll just have to have sympathetic suckiness pains for me. Moving on... So Ken Chu survived his trip to Glasgow, and he's still posting regularly, and Matt Henderson and Ally Cooke and Stacey whatsherface all posting as well, and Ben Apps, and Lucy Alder... blimey. And Jay Eckard and David Hewitt, and it's all starting to make my head spin a bit. And even Michael "dance showdown winner" Grant, although if it were 2001, he'd probably be about 10 years old. It feels like 2001 again. Actually, it really does feel like 2001 again. I bumped into an old friend, from pre-anything-related-to-B&S days, at the Winchester, and he's now on my "I'm going to harrass you when I'm bored" list for emailing. We've been catching up a bit, although it's always hard to try and summarise a few years or so into one email. Although goodness knows I do try. So onto worst injuries. Hmm. Getting a broken collar bone was a pain in the neck (arf), particularly because I couldn't do a great deal with myself. I had to be assisted in and out of bed (don't get any ideas, it wasn't interesting) and assisted with washing my hair, and assisted with putting clothes on (I managed to wriggle out of my clothes myself, although it did take 45 minutes to do so, which isn't great when you need toilet). It took me a wee while to develop a knack of doing all these things myself. The thing I think I remember most about it, was that it was my first day in a new job, and they were really impressed with me. They'd already had a few temps come and go, and none of them stayed more than a day, and they hoped I'd return. As for irritating injuries. Well, there was the incident a few months ago, where in the rush to shut my door, I tripped over the bin, and landed on my chin, and ended up with the most incredible bruise afterwards. It took a wee while to calm down. I ended up walking round looking like someone had drawn me a goatee beard on my chin in permanent marker pen. Which isn't great when you've got lots of meetings to attend. "What happened to you?" "I tripped up over my bin". Or the time some bloke from some band called Belle and Sebastian threw a stick of rock into the audience (I think this wins my tweest injury ever) and it bashed me slap on the forehead, which left me with a bruise, which meant it hurt every time I smiled. So I learnt to scowl more. Except when I had my photo taken for graduation, the bruise had subsided, but the pain was still there. My gradutation photo now has me sort of with this fixed smile, the only type I could manage. In terms of inflicted, I think the only pain I've inflicted is - aside from immense boredom - heartbreak. Oh no, hang on. There was the time my brother was racing me, and because he was about to win, I tripped him up, and he walloped his nose on a doorstep. Which meant my parents took him to hospital to see if his nose was broken. There's all these photos of him at his third birthday (yes, I was that cruel) with a black eye which was what he got out of my meaness from tripping him up. He doesn't know about that though, neither do my parents. They don't know it was me. Mind you, he only found out a few years ago, that a toy he thought was mine, was actually his first birthday present. I made him ask my permission before he could play with it. It wasn't that I was an unpleasant child, I just wanted to keep him firmly in his place. And I did incur a few bruises when protecting him in fights. I know, I can't win you over now I've confessed my guilt. But hey, what doesn't kill you, only makes you stronger, and he's rather strong now, so, y'know... it all worked out. It's a shame though, because he was rather a cute wee toddler, with such a happy outlook on life, and he seemed to do everything I told him and looked up to me (perhaps because I was taller). All that has changed though. And with that, my confession, I can die and go to heaven. Can't I? Love idles xx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: don't mess with flintof {is it the right spelling?}
by s.santabarbara＠qmul.ac.uk 30 Sep '04

30 Sep '04

My Dear Sinisters and Sinistines Talking about injuries. I generally get injured quite easily, hence cant rather classify how bad they were. I suppose falling from a stage about one meter high in a state of drunken dazyness has probably be the most entertaining for the audience. Because, as a bad habit, I tend to produce the screw up things at the very best only in the most embarrassing situation I could even think of. Being carried to the emergency in a countryside hospital at about two oclock in the morning by another couple of not particularly healthy characters could have been rather amusing as well, if I could remember much. If I could trust my sources, which are as good as the one the mister of defence rely on, I guess, I fell of my on feet, or lets say the support I was counting on disappeared suddenly, because they got fairly scared by the gendarmerie well, in our country we still have this chaps, essentially a military police, that goes around with blue cars at night, but are not generally reason of concern, unless you are driving, and you had quite a bit of boozes. Not driving myself, or well, avoiding to drive as much as I can for my and the humanity safety, I can say I have any personal apprehension when I see one of those cars, they dont generally bother to stop you anyway.. however, my company of the evening was scared enough to decide to find shelter in a car park, although we were just walking and there is absolutely nothing to be scare of walking at night in the middle of the fields, apart from wolfs, that are long extinguished, and some other maniac like you who doesnt precisely remember how to get hoe. To cut a long story short, I managed to break my nose, and have random stitches at end over my face, still dont know how. Well, the doctor at the emergency put them, but the primary cause is extremely unclear. Not that I can remember r does actually matter, but the company allegedly try to stop the bleeding by wobbling the rather inert body in a freezing cold washing fountains of an even more minute village a few miles of my town. That was something for the gendarmerie to be looked after, as they could have been sicars a very clandestine and scary criminal gang trying to get some top secret information out of the wrong person who just happen to be drunk enough to look as a spy. It happened that I did not drawn in the fountain for a pure causality. But. Together with the stitches I had a flu as a bonus. I still cant believe that the people I was working for would accept the unlikely explanation that I fell of the bike. Even that happened quite a number of time in real life, and is rather painful indeed. At least I learned I had to be a lot more suspicious about the people I was hanging around with than the police. However, both of them proved to be rather useless. At least I am not the only one. As matter of fact, I would say, that being heartbroken is more painful than having a couple of stitches in you face, they recover quickly and hurt less, so if you want to go to heaven, be a nice girl/boy whatever is your preference For the much I managed to inflict quite a pit of sore scares to my own self, I ve never been that good to do the same to a third party, even if I think I should have in some occasion. Until recently, when I developed a passion from cricket. Apparently is a game appreciated by sad gits, therefore I fully fulfil the requirement for the category. We had a one-day mach with people from the department with some guys working in material science, the building just opposite. There is this guy, which is REALLY always angry. He should really take a few valium pills and was kind of taking the piss of our score and stuff as they essentially shore three hundred thousand I must admit my bowling action cant be defined as smooth, but, might be a bit unconventional but Im rather aggressive when it come to get a bat in my hand(is it a way to manifest some frustration?mhmhmh might be). Things wanted that I had to bat and this character bowl, which was a ill-fated combination, because the bugger decided to essentially hit whoever was on wicket the have him off, which is part of the game, but not so fair if youre have a game for fun I ended up limping for a couple of days as I got the damned ball banging on my left harm and left knee, which was particularly not nice{talking about injuries however he slipped one of the ball, was so slow that I had all the time to see from where it was coming and precisely where I wanted to go I actually targeted his head but just got into his chest: nice shot! Two weeks hospital for the chap {broken ribs, shame, only}, and Ill tell you something, I dont regret it and even scored 3 runs! Which is what matters most. We lost by about 50 runs. I cant think about playing rugby! Have a nice week end my dears Love, peace and bouncing [hard] balls 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. 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Sinister: sinister chat revisited
by Kristin Mitchell 29 Sep '04

29 Sep '04

Incidentally, I think it's about time we breathe a new lease of life back into #sinister chat. Auntsadie has cobwebs and auntwendy is starting to resememble Tick Tock in Return to Oz. If you've got mirc (if not, download it at http://www.mirc.com) then go to the undernet server (Surrey is fine) and type /join #sinister. xxx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: 7 summers wasting
by kenneth.chu＠uclh.org 29 Sep '04

29 Sep '04

Hi sinisters, Look I even put in little subheading thingies this time. The love -------- Katia wrote: >He sang a song about his ex girlfriend, who used to be a part of the >band. Admittenly, I was anamored with this woman. She was blond, full >of spunk, wore adorable clothes and made me want drastically to be her! >(Alas, I am neither blond nor cute...) This song was sad, durring an >encore. He rambled on about her, no tune or nothing. Durring the long >long long wavering song, he shouts out "YOU ALWAYS THOUGHT WE WERE A >SECOND RATE BELLE AND SEBASTIAN!" But losing a girlfriend who was blonde, full of spunk, with fancy clothes and who was in your band is no way to be like Belle and Sebastian at all!! Especially with the full of spunk bit, hear, hear! It's funny when people say "hear hear!" they sometimes pronounce it like "hair, hair!" The pain -------- Speaking of Hair, I forgot to mention the last time the worst injury I endured - I only just remembered this - there was this one day when I was six or seven years old when I discovered some strange growth of hair in a certain area.. Oh wait, that was when I was eleven and it was a totally different story! So there was this one day when I was six or seven, when I discovered some strange looking apparatus in the bathroom! It was neither phallic nor ring-shaped, rather, it was a T-shaped device that appeared to be a blade attached to a handle - Hey! I found a RAZOR. Hello nurse! So obviously I had to try it out - I learnt how to use chopsticks by copying what my dad did, I'd seen him shave, so I can DO THIS!! And it was a success!!! Minutes later my face was smooth as silk - and covered in blood!! For some reason I didn't remember feeling all that much pain! I casually walked to the living room to show off my trim to my mum and sister, but instead of the expected applause, they had the look of absolute HORROR on their face. They took me to the mirror and HOLY SHIT! I was totally covered in blood. Haha. Thankfully my face recovered perfectly. I could well have ended up as someone not quite the dashing young man with a stunning look who I am today! The repentance -------------- Another thing I had also forgotten from the last post was that, when preparing for the London Sinister Picnic, I remembered that we'd let the SEVENTH SINISTER BIRTHDAY RED KNICKERS DAY slip by! Shame on you! Shame on us. In repentance, I've been wearing the same pair of red knickers for the past few days. I guess I didn't really do it in repentance, maybe the first day was, but now it's kinda glued stuck a little. But yes, it really has been seven years - I haven't been here for half of that time, but I certainly feel that more than half of me has definitely involved this sinister list one way or another. The things I've learnt, the music I loved, the people I know, the happy times, the occasional sad and soppy times I shared with you lot. Fuck, I can make a list of it, but that'd be making a list about the list, on the list, and I'd get confused. I really wish that it will never end. More posts, please. Ken P.S.: My toe is not killing me now. ********************************************************************** 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: A to the muthafukin K (er... Z)
by Bruno Gomes 24 Sep '04

24 Sep '04

Hi there, beautiful freaks... Don't you think it's about time for one more poll? It goes like this: which are thes best A to Z songs ever? i.e. something like: Abba, dancing queen; Blur, parklife; Can, mushroom; David bowie, heroes; ELLIOTT SMITH, HAPPINESS; etc... Send your lists to pdlngsp(a)sata.pt with AZ as subject, will you? (and please ignore "The"'s - i.e. a song by The Smiths counts as a S song) BG Barry: Holy shite. What the fuck is that? Dick: It's the new Belle and Sebastian-- Rob: It's a record we've been listening to and enjoying, Barry. Barry: Well, that's unfortunate, because it sucks ass! +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: A second rate belle and sebastian
by Katia913＠aol.com 24 Sep '04

24 Sep '04

Dear sinister, This past weekend, I became a bit of a groupie. Now I want to preface, this has only happened out of a sort of happy accident. I saw The Sunshine Fix and Saturday Looks Good to Me two nights in a row. The reason for this is real simple: my parents wanted me to come home and visit from College. I go to school three hours out of Chicago, so I hitched a ride home, listened to Ace of Base as I drove through the corn, and ate some Tiramisu at a belated birthday dinner. Saturday I saw the above bands. Now for those of you who don't know Saturday, you all should check em out. I saw them open for Mates of State a few years ago and was hooked. You'd all love them. The lead singer told us why at the show. He sang a song about his ex girlfriend, who used to be a part of the band. Admittenly, I was anamored with this woman. She was blond, full of spunk, wore adorable clothes and made me want drastically to be her! (Alas, I am neither blond nor cute...) This song was sad, durring an encore. He rambled on about her, no tune or nothing. Durring the long long long wavering song, he shouts out "YOU ALWAYS THOUGHT WE WERE A SECOND RATE BELLE AND SEBASTIAN!" Poor Saturday, they only have seven members and just wont be able to compete. Shoot! But you all should check 'em out. Good day, lovers! Kate +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Glasgow's where the summer goes (part 3 of 3 - has nothing to do with London, aye)
by kenneth.chu＠uclh.org 22 Sep '04

22 Sep '04

Hi retards, AND (the fun never ends with me!) the other weekend I went to try Glasgow a little more. And goodness me I tried it. Don't listen to those who try to dissuade you from trying it, because it's fun. I arrived Glasgow expecting to be anonymous, it being 400 miles away and all from my house and staying at the worst/best B+B of Glasgow. Around 7pm I went to look for some Chinese food on Byres Road and across the road a couple of NEDS were making gestures at me, as I was giving them back the fingers I realised that they were MATT HENDERSON and PATRICK DOYLE! Who have turned from indie twee fuckers to indie neds. A little compliment on their Adidas football top and Burberry hat was all it was needed to gain their trust, and they let me into their den! As soon as I walked in I was greeted by the legions of girls as they pamper Matt and Patrick, and served me a Chicken Jalfrazi, it was crazy! Matt then started fist fights with a load of people in another room - he knocked out a guy (who had a knife) with his bare fist! I was impressed. And then we went to this place called the Little League! Which was little, but definitely not rank. I discovered that People In Glasgow Don't Dance. At least not before 11pm, when they all start going mental (doing what some people may not classify as dancing but more "being stung by an invisible wasp"). I saw Stuart Murdoch there omg! And his ass (being stung by an invisible wasp at the time) accidentally featured on one of the pictures I took of the dance floor. If this isn't list-contents I don't know what is. On Saturday I went shopping and bought a load of Ned clothing from TJ-MAXX, in order to fit in with the cool kids of Glasgow. It worked, I think! I became a member of the Winchester Club that night and watched some grate bands! There was Ally Kerr (featuring mr sleekasounds!) and Lucky Luke, plus ACCORDION EXTRAVAGANZA which was crazy! I want to learn to play the accordion. In other news, "Cryptic Clues" is the best quiz machine game ever. My toe STILL hurts. 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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