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Sinister: Shall We Dance?
by robin stout 15 Jan '04

15 Jan '04

Hello Sinister, long time no see.. The record I've been listening to the most recently is called "Shall We Dance... by Buddy Morrow and his Orchestra"; a selection of foxtrots, quicksteps and other dance-hall classics. Every tune is a warm clarinet-led instrumental number, except for track Four on side B, which is a cover of "Let's do it (let's fall in love)". It comes on unexpectedly while I'm reading a book and I end up wiggling my toes along to the tune. It's a very peculiar song, though. Apart from all the birds and bees and educated fleas, who are all doing it, perfectly legally it seems (though the bees must find it rather tricky with those big thorny stings sticking out of their bums; you wouldn't want to get things muddled up if you were a lady bee). No, that's all perfectly reasonable, and I don't mind about the Dutch, the Finns, the Lithuanians and Letts. I'm even prepared to accept that in Boston even beans do it. Honestly, I am. No, what i don't understand is why literally half of the song is preoccupied with SEAFOOD. Heavens to Betsy! You're halfway through the song, you haven't even started to explain WHAT they are doing. Half your audience think it's about DIY. Maud nudges Harold, "You see, Harold. THEY'RE doing it. Why don't you? It's about time you got up the loft and tackled the stop cock. Go on, cock". No, instead, while domestic strife is breaking out left, right and centre across the land, you start singing about romantic SPONGES, and fucking SHADS for heaven's sake! I mean, what IS a SHAD??!! "That reminds me. You could fix the door on that shed, Harold, while you're in the mood." Do you see what you've done?? It started off on such a good note, and ended up squelching about in oysters, clams and jellyfish. A tragedy! Quick! Bring on another foxtrot! I wonder. I've just come off the phone to a friend of mine who lives in Leeds and we were talking about spending next weekend there and seeing Camera Obscura on the 24th. Have you heard of them? Apparently they're rather splendid. Maybe some Sinister people are going, too. Hmm, you never know! Au revoir, Robin _________________________________________________________________ Sign-up for a FREE BT Broadband connection today! http://www.msn.co.uk/specials/btbroadband +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: so this is the new year. and I've got no resolution
by Stefano [Steady-State] 15 Jan '04

15 Jan '04

The moon was low over the horizon, laying over the bridge, almost unreal, brighter then any lamppost. So close that I felt like it was starring at me. So close that it might have whispered something. So why didn´t she said a single word? A word, which can break the silence, made up of car traffic, people walking down the road carrying shopping bags, raindrops, chicken burgers, wrapping paper, railways, cigarette lighters, neon lights in the Chemist´s window. Then the door opened, and I stepped inside, and that glance too close and pin potting was gone. I´ll never never know what she might have said. For what it means. The rain is still falling and the grass in the garden greener then ever. The days are getting longer. I suppose I smoke too much. I wonder if I´ll understand the rules of the game. Love stefano #~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~# When you sleep do you see an angel in dying light Or can you see someone standing outside trying to set you alight Or maybe you've seen someone somewhere before that I might have loved if i'd never loved you but you only see me in bad dreams +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Absolute Beginners
by Eric Brasure 14 Jan '04

14 Jan '04

Dear Sinister, Last night I stayed up until 5:30AM watching the film Spanking the Monkey on digital cable. Please don't think it was porn, although porn is lovely and you all should go watch some. No, it was some film from the early '90s where everyone was depressed and listening to grunge music. The main character couldn't masturbate in the bathroom because his father's dog would come to the door and whimper. Oh, and he had sex with his mother. The boy, not the dog. It was a wonderful use of my time. Some of you may remember my job search from a few months ago. It was put on hold because I'm a flake and I took three months longer to finish my thesis. Then it was Christmas, and then it was 2004. I honestly don't know what I've been doing since I moved back home in June, but I know it's involved a lot of DVDs. I applied for a job last night at a horridly large corporation where I would take phone calls from people. The company is sort of brainwashy and gross, but I can do anything for a few months. I finally got my hands on the new single, and it's actually pretty good. Desperation Made a Fool of Me sounds like a lost Magnetic Fields song, although I don't rightly know why I think that. I'm done, I think. Love, Eric P.S. Jenowl posted. My fucking god. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Id swallow chalk and swear it was cheese!
by anders 14 Jan '04

14 Jan '04

Hola Sinisterinos y Sinisterinas, One thing that has been bugging me lately; In, for instance, a book called "Vidas", which we use in our Spanish classes, how do they manage to write the upside-down question marks? I manage when I do hand-writing, sure, but by typing? Anyone who knows? I'd be thankful if you told me. Every time I see one of them I wonder how on earth they managed, and it's hard to focus. please help! :? (upside-down) Another thing that's getting on my nerves is how, every single time I intend to write the word "mail", I write "mial" Every time! Except just now, but this time i used one finger and was typing carefully so that it'd be correct. Mial. To me it sounds a bit like what the cat says. "Miaaal" said the dyslectic cat. Have you seen Finding Nemo? It is amazing. It's the funniest film I've seen in a while I think. One of the best Disney films ever. This was the best since Lion King, and you don't know how much I love Lion King. And I won't tell. Just that I am, still, close to knowing it by heart. In Norwegian of course, but still. To most of you I guess that's even more impressing. "Norwegian! I can't even say Hello in Norwegian!" "Hei onkel Scar!" says Simba, trying to say "Hi uncle Scar!" And we learned something today as well. Lion King is still The Best, but Finding Nemo is runner up, and chasing the lion's tail. Go to the cinema! But don't you blame me if you feel sorry when you see a fish, or if youre, with whom youre going, sneaks into your house at night to free your beloved friends. They even kiss you when you stick one of your fingers into the water. They like you. They enjoy being in your imprisonment. Tell yourself. See the film. Free them. Let the wee, coy one back in the corner meet his dad again. Dont blame me. Do not visit the elephant churchyard without leave. Stay out of Mirkwood at night. Do not leave the path. Remember who you are! And dont blame me if you go insane. As some might do. I am no movie. Neither the oh so lovely Finding Nemo nor the oh so SUCKing Christine. Though Id rather love to be The Return of the King, or Gandalf at least; Anders the White. Nice. Mr. Grey/White should have been Person of the Year, instead the American Soldier grabbed the award. Brave as he is. Id rather give the price to the average Iraqi if they absolutely had to give it to someone that abstract. Christine was one freaky old car. Freaky as hell. First she was hardly more than a heap of metal. The nerdy guy then made her become a more or less cool (but oh so dangerous) car. Condolences to the murdered girl and her family. Though; I cant say I remember how it ended. If youre in Sweden, or within the range of the Swedish broadcasting-thingy (as I am!) watch it on Saturday! Just so that you can appreciate good films even more on an other occasion. Ive seen one film with living hands. One with giant under-soil creatures killing lots of decent gentlemen. And Ive seen Deep Impact. Tomorrow I am to have a wee play at school. The script written by me. I had help though, from Tolkien because it is a scene from The Hobbit, when they are captured by the wooden elves. And I am a dwarf; Thorin, son of Thrain, son of Thror King Under the Mountain! (in fact!) My 12 fellow dwarves are teddy bears. I am 1.87m (?). But we have the nicest costumes you could ever imagine! Paper hats for all dwarves, and nice wool costume for the biggest. I have to go practice. Machines are nice. Don't blame me. They do what you want. And if they don't; it's not my fault. I hardly hear from you these days, Sinister. At your service, Anders Ps. a.s.t.r.i.d: I am waiting in anticipation. In other words: Hurry! +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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'm a moo-foo
by kenneth.chu＠uclh.org 14 Jan '04

14 Jan '04

TIME TIME TIME SEE WHAT'S BECOME OF ME Aw, reading jenowl's post brings a tear to my eyes, all growed up and everything. (That's jen, not my eyes, my eyes are still as ungrowed up as before, fixated to girls' boobies and stuff). aw. i still remember the day when she gave me 2 hugs, and now she's blowing up cookers, and a dental student and everything. And one day the hard kids will have teeth trouble and they shall fear when Jen is upon them, with a drill. "You may start to taste blood in a minute, but don't worry as you'll pass out soon enough MWAHAHAHAHAHHAHA". And Neil Robertson returns, too, apparently. However I am suspecting this to be an imposter, a quick analysis on his email. The search for the word "fuck" produced 0 result(s). The search for the word "fucking" produced 0 result(s). The search for the word "prick" produced 0 result(s). The search for the word "cunt" produced 0 result(s). The most expressive word on the two recent emails was "AARGH". Am I the only person disappointed? DOWN BY THE RIVERSIDE, IT'S BOUND TO BE A BETTER RIDE THAN WHAT YOU'VE GOT PLANNED It was really cool the other day, I wasn't hungry at lunchtime so I thought I'd spend the hour on going for a walk - just an aimless wander - and for some reason all of a sudden the fact that there was nobody who knew me on the street and there was nowhere in particular that i had to go made me feel inordinately happy. CARRY A CUP IN YOUR HAND Another happy thing this week was the purchase of "WWE SMACKDOWN - HERE COMES THE PAIN" for the Playstation 2 - oh my god, a game involving muscular blokes hugging each other and sitting on each other's faces has never been so much fun! And what's more, there's a special mode where you control all these girly wrestlers and they have to rip each others' clothes off to win!!!! What a great game! HANG ON TO YOUR HOPES MY FRIEND, THAT'S AN EASY THING TO SAY, BUT IF YOUR HOPES SHOULD PASS AWAY SIMPLY PRETEND THAT YOU CAN BUILD THEM AGAIN Yay. New single and stuff out but unfortunately it'll be out the week when I'm off to the Far East, so i might have to wait until I return to listen to this. I wonder what the REMIX is gonna be like, i hope it will have lots of drumbeatz in it like.... "DUSH, DUSH, DUSH, DUSH i'm a cuckoo DUSH, DUSH, DUSH, DUSH Harajuku DUSH, DUSH, DUSH, DUSH, DUSH, DUSH, DUSH, DUSH" and then go straight into Blue Monday by New Order. "dup dup dup dup dup dup dupdupdupdupdupdupdupdup DUSH DUSH DUSH, Crash! I'm a cuckoo!" That'd be mental! ------------------ Season change with the scenery weaving time in a tapestry won't you stop and remember me at any convenient time? Funny how my memory skips Looking over manuscripts of unpublished rhyme. Possibly the best bit of lyrics ever written that doesn't involve the fact that a woman needs a fish like a man needs a bicycle, which of course makes for the best lyrics. 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: What Jenowl did...
by Jen 14 Jan '04

14 Jan '04

Hullo, Well, I know everyone probably doesn't 'member me, but I used to be on sinister when I was 15 or so, and my name is Jenowl. I'm 18, now. It's very scary. I do very adult things like pay bills and call people who are younger than me "kid". So...I hear you all not cry, "what have you been up to in your almost three year absence from sinsterville."? Well, it's funny you should ask, because it's a tale to rival the Boxer and then some. (It's not really, but there were a few come-ons from whores). Well, I left home at the tender age of 16 going on 17, fresh faced, with a binbag full of vinyl records and hopes, to fulfil my lifelong dream of becoming a dental student. I decided that the best place to do this would be Dundee, because London was too scary, and Glasgow had all the hard kids. I stayed in halls, where I didn't get on too well with my brand new flatmates, because they were posse girls, and I had bessie the tarantula too, and they were arachnaophobic, and also I blew up the cooker once. Besides, they kept trying to make me over. I'm really messy and they were really tidy, and they liked to have loud parties and I like to curl up with a good book. That was my first year of uni, which sort of passed in a state of nondescript poverty and the neverending sound of Craig David floating through from the common room. But on the whole I didn't get beaten up, much, so I decided that leaving high school early had been a good choice in the life of me. Bessie agreed, so that was that. But the other thing that happened I looked up from my books long enough to see a boy who was waving frantically and shouting 'pay attention to meeeeee'. He had the looks of a catalogue model, and I respected the fact that he's the only person other than me who I've seen take out Nemesis with a beretta in Resident Evil Three. So we moved in together. The flat is nice; the heating doesn't really work, and there's not often hot water. Our neighbours are horrible, and hard kids come and bang on the windows sometimes, but it has a purple bedroom. Bessie loved it. She's dead now, Bessie. She died last night. I'm not sure how it happened, because I took really good care of her, but she died anyway. She was only 3. I think she was sick. I really miss her, she was really sweet and friendly. I went in to say goodnight to her, and give her some water, and normally when I do that, she goes for a little paddle, but she didn't. And she was all floppy. I don't really know what I'm going to do without her to talk to, she was a good listener, and she only ever bit me a couple of times. I played her Dear Catastrophe Waitress last week, and she really liked it. Her favourite song was You Don't Send Me. I don't like it though, it gives me a headache, but I might play it for her sake. I hope she's up in spider heaven, and that she doesn't hate me for not being a better mum. I ride a motor bike now. It's a Honda CG125 and it's blue and green with L plates and it is my pride and joy. It was all beat up when i got it, but me and my dad fixed it all up, and now it runs like a gem. And I've got a helmet with a Rainbow Brite sticker on it. I've been in a couple of crashes, but I think I must be quite tough deep down, because I've never been seriously hurt, even when there was this one time and I went over some ice and crashed into a ditch and the bike landed on top of me and I got big holes burned in my trousers, but I was ok, and i laughed about it, and the people that saw thought i was nuts. Although, to be fair, they might have been right. But I like eccentric better, I'm less likely to get sectioned that way. What else has changed? Well, I don't wear fairy wings any more (well, sometimes, around the house...) and i've developed a fondness for grey jumpers. I'm listening to FISHYCLAP right now. It's pretty mokeish. I keep skipping songs to get to The Model and There's Too Much Love. I don't think it's actually crap, I think it might just be that I spent Christmas at my friend The Lieutenant's house, and we listened to Anal Cunt a lot. Isn't that just the most non-twee name for a band you can get? They have a plethora of wonderful song titles too, like 'I Got an Office Job for the Sole Purpose of Sexually Harassing Women' and "I Sold Your Dog to a Chinese Resturant". If you like good music, I wouldn't recommend them. They're mokes. Lately, I've been listening to an awful lot of Handel. I like Messiah. And Ooberman's Magic Treehouse, but that record always makes me feel a bit sad, for some reason. Maybe I'm getting nostalgic in my old age. I really hate the song Blossoms Falling, it's rubbish and everyone says it's good. I used to like it years ago, but now it makes me feel like everyone is on acid except me. But I love Sur La Plage, that makes me bounce about all over the shop. And I downloaded Heavy Duty from somewhere, and that is nice and bouncy, like Bees. My christmas present this year from my mum was the Fans Only DVD. It was ace. Did anyone else cry when they watched it? I did but I'm not sure why. The Brit Awards bit was great, I'd forgotten all about that. I think I was 13 or 14 when that happened, and I remember going to school so happy and proud the next day, until I got beaten up by some Steps fans. This is fast becoming the longest e mail I've ever made. I should go, I think. It was nice catching up. I think I might be around, depending on how often I get to use the computer. *waves* Hugs, Jen(owl) +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Turn on the bright lights
by a.s.t.r.i.d＠nme.com 14 Jan '04

14 Jan '04

Yo Sinistah, what have you been up to? I've been having a lovely Christmas, an okay new year, and even started exercising. Oh God. Exercising sounds very grandma-ish to say, but I have. We're actually getting a new flashy thing at home today, a crosstrainer or something. You have this puls-measuring-thingy on you and because you will have put in some personalized settings, it will measure your pulse and then make the exercising so that you stay on a certain pulse... or something like it. I am a little scared of it, since I am a bit scared of machines that, um, know too much. hello paranoid. Really though, I blame it on Anders. You heard me! Well, ok, I don't blame it on you, Anders, directly. You see, Anders, a sinisterbite for those of you who haven't read any of his posts or something, who lives in Norway came to stay with me for five days this summer, and we watched this really weird movie one night, called Christine. It was a Stephen King movie. It really did SUCK. I'm not fond of that expression, but it really did SUCK. At first, there was this nerd guy with big glasses and converse shoes. We laughed and said that he seemed like a typical B&S fan. Then he bought this freaky old car, called Christine, and it was a car possessed by.... the devil? Someone evil, though. And he dropped the glasses and got a popular girlfriend. Then the car tried to kill his girlfriend. It really did not make any sense at all. They're showing it again on Saturday. I won't be watching it. What makes me a little sad is that I only got one sini christmas gift, from the lovely Gràinne, but not from my other secret santa. I was thinking, maybe my secret santa is very late. Maybe. I don't know.But it happened the last time as well. I had a dream about sinister. There were secret posts going around, that everyone really hated me and wanted to get rid of me, and so, everyone kept ignoring me and then I realized what was going on. I don't know why I dreamt of sinister, it was just part of a big dream of lots of scenarios which made me feel really bummed out, but you know. I hope there are no secret posts of Astrid-scorning. Can't wait for Damien Rice to come to Sweden again, I got great seats this time on the 5th row, so I'm really, really excited. Someone called Josh Ritter is supporting. Apparently he's doing really well in Ireland. I heard a song called Kathleen yesterday. Seems fine by me. If anyone knows more about him (that's not the website) send me an e-mail. Belle & Sebastian are coming here as well, but since it is an 18-age limit, I'm not even going to bother. It really annoys me though, since I in March will be 17 and 8 months old. But I've seen them before, at least, and I can go and say hello around soundcheck time and just talk a bit, because that always makes me super happy doing, even when I can't go to gigs that are in clubs and stuff. Last night (she saiiiid... no, stop, wrong artist) I watched David Letterman, eagerly anticipating the Ryan Adams performance. I LOVE Ryan Adams. People who say that he makes shit music right now can just sod off, because it is still so true and beautiful. There ARE some weird stuff on Love is Hell Pt 1 +2, but I don't care. I know what he's doing, sort of. He was tired of what he was known for. Country goth, as he called it himself. He wanted to have fun. When he performed So Alive on Letterman, he was lovely. He sang like nothing else mattered, and I cried a bit because I had sort of gotten convinced he was going downhill and then I saw him and the song evoked the same feelings in me as Oh My Sweet Carolina, New York, New York, or any other critically acclaimed song of his. I have to go home from school now, urgh. it's cold and snow outside and I am as always in a skirt. Why, why, why? Because I am wearing my Clarks and none of my trousers go with them. Except for two pairs that makes me feel like a man. So that's why. Well, so long people. Astrid x P.S. My best quote: "DUDE! I just realized who I really am!" - Fabrizio Morretti, the ever so lovely drummer of the Strokes. ______________________________________________________________ For up-to-the-minute music news, reviews and specials visit http://www.nme.com Get free e-mail (anyname(a)nme.com) now at http://www.nmemail.com The sender of this e-mail is NOT an employee or associate of NME, nme.com or any other IPC magazine. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: so this is the new year and I don't feel any different
by Mark Hester 12 Jan '04

12 Jan '04

Hello! Those of you who read my blog (aw c'mon there must be at least two of you) will know that I had a spot of bother with the free pc I got from work before Christmas. Well, thankfully things seem to be sorted now so I'm at the stage of actually buying new stuff for it rather than just making sure what should be there is working properly. On Friday I learnt that the machine does contain a soundcard (contrary to what I thought previously) and so I just needed some speakers. So off I went to the other side of Oxford where apparently there was a rather good computer shop. I was quite looking forward to the journey as involved using one of my favourite Oxford bus routes which took me up Headington Hill. Those of you who know Oxford will know that it isn't exactly well-endowed in the hill department. However, Headington Hill is actually quite steep and it also has a lot of very nice ivy-clad trees on it to create one of those "ooh I'm in the country" sensations that are always welcome in cities. When boarding the bus I had to squeeze past the rather rotund driver who was TALKING VERY LOUDLY ON HIS MOBILE PHONE in the doorway, rather than occupying his accustomed place in the cab. It seemed rather odd for the bus driver to do this for he seemed to be making no attempt to take fares or check people's bus passes and although I did try to show him my bus pass, I can't help wondering whether he was so engrossed in his conversation that I could have had a piece of paper with "Hey you! I'm travelling for nothing!" and he would have been none the wiser. The shop was really tiny but it was packed out with people and the shelves were absolutely chock full with electronic goodies of all descriptions. There was a real sense that here was a place with a genuine expert ready to answer one's questions and be truly and properly helpful, unlike the planks who work at a slightly larger, more famous shop advertised on the telly. And it was at such an unlikely location, in a very ordinary looking row of shops, sandwiched between a newsagents and a hair salon on one of the busiest road junctions in Oxford. I was able to pick up a really decent pair of speakers for £11, which means that I can now watch the video and listen to Step into my Office at the same time, rather than separately as was the case previously. After making my purchase I had a wander around Headington Quarry. It's odd when cities expand and they engulf previously (semi) rural places in an amoebic fashion (well, that's not how it happens at all, but it is fun to imagine that it does and the grey blobs on maps do look like ickle protozoa extending their pseudopodia. Maybe). Apparently the quarry itself had always been a bit crap and there wasn't much stone to be found there and it was only suitable for making stuff like kerbstones that didn't need to last for hundreds of years, but it still left a whacking great hole and the best suburb name ever, so that's alright really. It's quiet and looks like it hasn't changed for centuries. As I was wandering around I saw three people in succession whom I thought I knew all of whom turned out to be strangers when they got closer. I thought this was very strange. It's not unusual for this to happen once in a day, but three times??? Fortunately, I realised each time before saying hello. Later on, I went to a couple of record stores and bought the Fans Only DVD and albums by Ballboy, Husker Du, Yo La Tengo, Julian Cope and Death Cab for Cutie (the last of whom are playing here v. soon). In one of the shops I finally met someone from work whom I really did know. I then met my ex's housemate who was really excited coz she'd just bought her *first ever* mobile phone. Are there are any of you out there who are yet to make this step? Finally, I met a girl whom I used to work with three years ago who didn't recognise me at first and said I'd changed a lot. I found this difficult to believe at first as I don't think my appearance has changed in the last SIX years...oh well. Anyway, it was like the earlier tripartite experience was merely a precursor of what was to come. I watched the Fans Only DVD in its entirety last night and I have a number of questions: The girl on the cover is reading a book which features a number of b&s song titles on the cover. The first is Lisa & Chelsea which of course isn't actually what the song is called, coz it's She's Losing It. Was the song originally called Lisa & Chelsea? Why is there no video to Waking Up to Us, seeing as it was a single? Was no video ever made, or was it just thought that the Later With Jools was better and more deserving of inclusion? Could someone help me find sinisterines featured? I spotted Big Stu of course and I think Lucy Alder is in the background at bowlie when Stevie's singing Rhinestone Cowboy through the loud hailer, maybe she can confirm or deny. I was going to keep watching the glasto bit over and over to see who I could spot in the crowd, but in the event went to bed instead, coz I was knackered. My only gripe is that it would be good to have seen the FISHYCLAP press launch in its entirety, but then I suppose if everyone thought like that kind of thing then we'd have a DVD which was ten hours long. The video to LLPJ is probably what I will end up watching most. I think I only saw a snippet of it when it came out seeing as it was on The Chart Show (which must have been close to its swansong) and they had to hurry on to Oasis or the Longpigs or someone. Does anyone here remember AR Kane? 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Sinister: I never should have settled down, hanging round in a one horse town...
by Stuart Gardiner 11 Jan '04

11 Jan '04

So I'm not hanging around any longer. There's only so much time a man can cope with his parents for, and I passed that amount of time about three months ago. It's finally gone far enough, so I'm leaving tomorrow. For Thailand. OK, so it's not really just the parents that have made me want to leave the country for a while. The sun, the beaches, the temples, the jungle, the mountains, the trekking, the food, the people... All perfectly good reasons to head to Asia for a few months. Am I running away from real life? Possibly. But what's the point of working your arse off for years, caring about nothing more than getting a slightly bigger house and car? That's not the life for me. So I'm not as rich as some of my friends who've been working as investment bankers or something for a few years. But I've had what I consider to be a much better life. Doing a job I enjoy for the last few years, and working hard enough at it to get the money to pay for this. My life never has been, and hopefully never will be, ruled by making money. I've got the chance to spend the next few months having the experience of a lifetime; it would be immoral to turn down that chance, wouldn't it? It's weird, when I tell people I'm planning on going travelling for a while, I get two responses. Either they say I'm wasting my life (hardly, I've had more of a life than anybody devoting their life to an accountancy firm will ever have); or they say they're jealous (in which case, get off your arse and do it yourself! Saying you've got to keep your job / house / money whatever is just an excuse. If you really want something, go for it!). I'll be thinking of you (not least when I'm A Cuckoo becomes B&S's first top ten single next month... And why not? It's their best, and most radio friendly, single for years). And who knows, maybe you'll think of me, when you look out of the window at another winter's day, and I'm living in a beach hut off the coast of Cambodia, or trekking in Nepal. And you'll decide, sod this, I'm going to do the same. Because you can, you know. Don't dream it, be it. Right, I'm leaving first thing in the morning, and it's now 9pm. Time to start packing... Big Stu _________________________________________________________________ Express yourself with cool emoticons - download 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: go on- give yourself up to the allure of it, you know you want to
by Jonathan Skinner 10 Jan '04

10 Jan '04

dear sinister i hope this finds you in fine fettle. i am not, my head is all blocked up , i can't think straight and on top of it all i have a cold. i hope you all had a merry christmas , happy Chanunkah , a krazy kwanza or a solemn dignified ramadan. in the irish tradition my was "quiet thank god"just back from 3 days in paris which was nice. i saw the eiffel tower once and that was a mistake , i got out at the wrong metro stop and bang there it was. needless to say i turned my back on it immedietly. well not exactly i looked at it , saw it then turned away walking up a street that had a load of rich people waiting "patiently" to get into the gucci sale. i saw some hoving but not nearly enough hair pulling or screaming. i suppose french rich people are a bit more dignified than the Irish noveau riche. Had a great couple of days though despite the fact that all of our colds broke on the plane out there. hung out in cafes , had picnics in a park even though it was freezing cold , went around outdoor food markets and got free tea and waited by the ice rink by the hotel de ville waiting for someone to fall on their arse. mission accomplished. there was one minor difference with this trip however. there were no instances public urination. another highlight ( despite the lack of public urination) was the art squat on rue de rivoli, which although slightly more gentified than its ********** counterpart where kilometer/zero was/is published from , was still great and am glad i went. so belle and sebastian are releasing i'm a cuckoo , why exactly? i was hoping for passion fruit to be included in the b*sides but i suppose i will have to wait for singles #3 #4 or maybe #5. further to ms brown's ( is there an 'e' at the end?) i think my brother has a similar gripe. when stuart was asking for things that people found sexy he wrote in about a catastrophe waitress that he knew in paris when he lived there that had this look of annoyance on her face whenever she dropped anything, this was 2001 and then that thing was in 2002 when the sexy thing ( can't you just hear hot chocolate) came out. he swore he would never buy another belle and sebastian cd again. that went out the window along with the dishes. right i'm off to practice my affectations ta ta jnthn +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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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