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Sinister: You're trying to fool somebody but you're only fooling yourself
by Mark Hester 06 Jul '03

06 Jul '03

Hello! Its good to be back! The last few weeks have been very busy, both work-wise and socially and so its great to finally have an opportunity to sit down and recall it all. So here it is, a chronological history in reverse, like Felts Absolute Classic Masterpieces. Yesterday, I went down to a pub in Iffley, just outside Oxford, where I met up with two quiz team mates for an all-day music event and barbecue to celebrate the landlords 38th birthday. Apparently, the inevitably- (and clumsily) named Iffley-stock had happened last year to celebrate old Lizs 50 years on the throne, but I somehow missed hearing about it that time. I arrived at about half-past one to be told that theyd already had two complaints about noise levels from local residents I would guess the more (ahem) mature ones. This did strike me as rather churlish this is a once a year event couldnt they just arrange to be someplace else? I learnt a new word sneck. Apparently it means the latch on a garden gate. This was because I sampled a rather strong dark ale called Sneck Lifter and I said to the barmaid, I dont know what a sneck is and I dont think I want to and she allayed my fears when she told me anyway. Like so many Oxfordshire events, Iffley-stock was very much a family affair, complete with bouncy castle and a raffle to win a mountain bike. The former led to this exchange between my quiz team-mate John (who is, Id guess, in his fifties) and myself: Me: I never went on bouncy castles when I was a kid; I didnt see the point. John: They didnt have them when I was a kid! Me: Yes, I suppose it would be a bit difficult to make them out of Bakelite. As for the music, it was not what I would usually listen to, being a mixture of jazz and soul bands playing mainly covers. Cover bands tend to be either deathly dull or embarrassingly awful, but one of them (bad name alert!) Soul Beaver were actually rather good. In between the acts the recorded music included these bizarre covers of hard rock songs played in a jazz style, including Enter Sandman and Smoke on the Water. Id heard these versions once before but I cant for the life of me remember the name of the perpetrator(s) its the kind of gimmick which tends to have the longevity of the Mike Flowers Pops or Dread Zeppelin. Why do so many publicans in Oxfordshire have Rod Stewart hairstyles? Its something Ive been pondering for some time. They dont seem to have his other attributes though Ive yet to see one accompanied by a six foot blonde. On Friday night, I went to our work summer party. Earlier, Id asked my boss if she was going and was told that she couldnt make it, because her friend had just discovered Britains first ever cave art in Derbyshire (is this anywhere near Emma Coopers village?) and she was going up there for the weekend to look at it! I told her that this excuse for not making the event of the year was guaranteed to be unique. The party was at Freuds, a rather splendid venue which is an old converted church complete with stained glass windows and a Doric arch for those people whose appetite for neo-classicism isnt sated by the Oxford University Press building over the road. Whilst the food and company was good and we had the opportunity to drink vodka and tequila from an ice sculpture of a can-can dancers legs (!), I was disappointed to get absolutely nowhere with a girl Ive had an office crush on for ages. I split up with my girlfriend some two months ago after a relationship which lasted a couple of years and I am now absolutely *hating* being single, something which had never bothered me in the past. I hope that those of you who went to Glasto had a good time. Nobody Reported Back on the rather sparsely attended Hyde Park picnic on Glasto Saturday, so it looks as though the lot falls to me. Present were Paul Healy, Dafyd Strange, Chris Eames and myself. The weather was lovely, but when we arrived at Hyde Park Corner station we discovered that the picnic coincided with a Bon Jovi concert and there were hordes of Bon Jovi fans of all shapes and sizes emerging like giant ants from all the subways and buses in the area! If the Bon Jovi collective were the hay, it was our job to pick out the sinister needles, but despite both Paul and Chris wearing light blue B&S T-shirts (a welcome relief amongst all the RAWK black ones) we failed to spot any so if you turned up at Hyde Park and failed to meet us were really sorry! Later, the London Underground people decided to make the tube station exit only, so we had to trek over to Green Park to get the tube home. The previous Wednesday was the Freaky Trigger Club Nite at Parker Place, Holborn, an unusually decorated bar with fish bowls containing apples instead of fish, gold-leaf picture rails and antique sofas. Lots of sinisterines past and present were there including Archel, Tim H, Mark C, Ken, Liz, Starry, Geoff and Adam. Top choons were supplied by Tom, Steve and Pete (including an old fave of mine from days of yore, Renegade Soundwaves Probably a Robbery) and Mark C imparted the surprising information that people in the US wield their knives & forks differently from those in the UK. The Saturday before was the Charlbury Riverside Free Festival, where lots of local bands played and a couple of them, Black Nielson and Ciccone, were very good indeed. The ones which werent so good provided an opportunity to eat, drink and read the paper (I noticed that there was a guy writing in the Independent called BEN Chu any relation??). An out of control barbecue sent smoke billowing over the site at one point. There were notably more campers than on previous occasions and someone really ought to do something about the fact that the last train leaves for Oxford before the festival finishes ok, so Rock of Travolta are far from being my favourite band, but it was still pissy to have to leave for the station half-way through their set. The day before that, Ian Watson brought How Does It Feel to my local, the Folly Bridge Inn. It was a lovely evening, with a real mix of people. I chatted to ex-sinisterine Matt Willson, who seems to be more into electronic stuff these days, and noticed how there were lots of people I didnt recognise. This is a rarity in Oxford where you get used to seeing the same old crowd. Ian played a couple of what, IMHO, are the top records from the eighties, Weather Prophets Almost Prayed and Felts Sunlight Bathed the Golden Glow. The Dobie Gray track sampled by Spearamint for Sweeping the Nation was another highlight. Anyway, thats enough delving into the past, what of the future? Well, in a couple of weeks, theres another local festival, Truck (can anyone think of any other festivals which have spawned a record label?) at Steventon, a village with a railway line but no station, so travel arrangements are going to be interesting. British Sea Power and the Butterflies of Love are playing.I cant remember who else. The following week theres a family reunion where will I will meet up with cousins I havent seen for years and their partners, which will be nice. In an attempt to find an excuse to stay in and not spend too much money, I have resolved to attempt the gargantuan task of listing all my CDs and MCs (I still have quite a few of the latter) on a spreadsheet. Does that sound geeky to you (in the words of Sellar & Yeatman, be honest). Surely keeping all your CDs stacked in alphabetical order is more geeky and Ill never do that so nerr. Ive been listening to the Field Mice comp Where'd You Lean to Kiss that Way? a lot lately. The Sarah office was a stones throw from my uni hall of residence you know (I didnt know at the time, but only found out when I saw the picture and Sarah history on the Shinkansen site). What other bands on the Sarah roster are worth checking out? I know there was a band called the Orchids, not to be confused with Baines and Bramahs ex-Fall band Blue Orchids, were they any cop? A few replies to other peoples posts now: Robin mentioned look-a-likes on the bus. Here in Oxford we have a driver who looks like a fatter Bill Clinton and another who looks like Graeame Souness. He didnt mention being at the Nottingham HDIF (but that is him in the pictures, isnt it? There are pics of me at the Oxford one, FWIW). I thought Dirty Vicars post was going to be about Durutti Column from the subject line (though its Lotta isnt it, rather than Lutta?) but even though they played Glasto he didnt mention them in the end. I know Lixi saw them I found out in a roundabout way via Michael Jones on ilx. Can anyone tell me about their set? Contrary to what Christine Irene said, I cant blame my blog for my lack of appearance on sinister. I havent updated my blog since April and its beginning to seem like something of an albatross. I really prefer writing to sinister and reserving the blog for record reviews and suchlike. Bye for now, Mark. ______________________________________________________________ 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. 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Sinister: Mario Party 3. Three times the Party. Zero times the hassle.
by Matthew Henderson 06 Jul '03

06 Jul '03

I'm going to enter the GREAT DRYER DEBATE '03 (print the legend) by voicing my deepest admiration for dyers. Fantastic machines they are, and now that I live without one, I can fully appreciate the gentle hum of wrinkle-free clothes. I figured it would be something like a dishwasher, which i live fine without (especially since women will do it for me. they love it!). I enjoyed Jay Eckard's description of late night drives in the South. I'm listening to Yo La Tengo's "I Can Hear the Heart..." as we speak, which was a staple of my late night interstate drives back in the day. Oooh, how I yearn for it. How it all looks the same at night, and even in the day, and it was fantastic, because I was actually there. Speaking of champion beers, Is anyone else absolutely DYING to hear the new Belle and Sebastian record? I can't wait to hear what kind of effect Mr. Horn will have. I can imagine a chilly evening in the park, shutting my eyes as wave after wave of synth washes over me, stuart's voice soaring...it could be brilliant. Are they going to the "PROG" back in "Indie"? Hopefully, Yes. Moving backwards, I have assignments for you American lads out there in the audience. Yes, that means you. I want everyone to fulfill at least ONE of the following tasks. Failure will result in expulsion from the list. One person will order and consume 2 Chalupa Supremes without tomatos, each adorned lovingly with Fire sauce. Mountain Dew Code Red as your beverage. This is non-negotiable. One person will go to Denny's between the hours of 1 am and 4 am and order either a Meat Lovers Skillet with Scrambled eggs or the Buffalo Chicken Strips with Ranch Dressing. Both of these must be accompanied with a Cherry Coke. Casual flirtations with the no-doubt minging staff are optional. One person in the South will order an ice cold Sweet Tea and drink three cups (free refills a must). Even better if out of a styrofoam cup or a jar. One person will drink a cup of ice cold lemonade from Chik-fil-a. One person will go to Krystal at 1 am, slightly inebriated, and order a number one without pickles. Drink is your choice. One person will go to a mexcian restaurant and eat the free chips and salsa with a tall glass of sprite. Meal is up to you. One person will order a house salad with Ranch dressing and Crutons. Okay, please report to Lokar20(a)hotmail.com with results and then head to the Rewards room. I never wonder what it would be like if belle and sebastian and perhaps some select sinister people were put into the Big Brother house. If i did I would probably find it amusing, or I would be depressed at how bored I must be. Still, who would you evict? I think Stevie would win. He would actually PLAY THE GAME. Not the experience. More importantly, who would cake on the blush(er)? I've been enjoying the three summer ep's (I call them that..i might have read that somewhere...someone clarify) to an extent that I haven't reached with the band for a good long while. I still think "Put the Book..." is magical. The boys have gone digi-dull. Let's see how it all turns out. I'm excited. _________________________________________________________________ Add photos to your messages with MSN 8. Get 2 months FREE*. http://join.msn.com/?page=features/featuredemail +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 do the best immitation of myself
by Christine Irene 06 Jul '03

06 Jul '03

hello my lovelies. it's been awhile, yeah? things have been tre quiet round the sinister block of late, i hope this is due to all of you being so happy and successful that you just can't find time to write. it's funny how things happen. last weekend we had one mutha of a family reunion. i think there were about 180 of us in all...perhaps slightly fewer. at any rate, what would a family gathering be without crying, upset, heartache and verbal jabs that only those who know you well can inflict? yes, there were plenty of all of the above, but a lot of good came as well. i made amends with an aunt with whom i have been feuding. a different aunt told me that i have become hateful lately. i don't want to be hateful. granted, i think she was looking too deeply into some things, but i was definitely being stubborn and petty. so i approached my aunt, apologised, she apologised, we both cried and hugged. now things are swell again. my cousin anne, it was brought to my attention, has been feeling as though i was ignoring or shunning her. i was not doing either. she and i had a lovely chat, and again, i cried.....and we concluded that she and i had no problems, it was a matter of our family trying to instigate things that were just not there. i am really glad that those events took place though, as I feel better prepared to begin shaping myself into the person i wish to be. in other news; i had a nice chat with my uncle jim today...he is amazing. it began with my asking him about some financial things and ended with this life affirming "the problem with you speech" that really made me see some things that i have pushed to the back of my psyche of late. he told me that i need to worry about getting through school and getting a "career" more than i need to worry about money. and he is right. he told me that, while i may well have a medical condition causing my digestive upsets, i am also very depressed. which is right. he said that i need to realise some type of potential because, intellectually i have been given more than most. and he is right. so now i sit here, knowing what i knew before, but admitting it to myself, and someone else, for the first time. it's time to stop feeling sorry for myself. set a goal. focus on it. get it. don't let anything get in my way. etc. so i have a task list all set up (on my new phone and everything....my old phone broke all the sudden...grrr) so anyway. things to do. call school and be persistent about obtaining a place in the course for fall. call about debt consolidation. start exercising regularly again. stop approaching my finances with a "i'm never going to get out of this" mentality and, instead, opt for a "this is going to take some time, but i will get out of it" mentality instead. so enough of that. where have the regulars gone? dirty vicar? ken chu? the rachels? mark? it is just eerily quiet round sinister. see, those blogs are bad for sinister. i know that lots of people find their necessary outlets via blog now, so there is nothing to say to sinister. hmm?? have any of you read "The Hipsters Handbook?" it's fun....i s'pose if you take it in the tongue-in-cheek manner it is intended, all is fine. if you take it as an "I must live my life according to these hipster personality types" you will be a very one dimensional person. only one mention of the belles...which surprised me a little. and it was a negative one at that. in the BIPSTER personality description under LOATHES...it lists B&S. hmm... i think, if anything, i am an amalgam of all hipster types with some others thrown in. hipsters don't like prada. i do. hipsters don't like burberry. i do. so i am a what then? don't answer that. :O) ah well. i hope that this finds all of you well. love to all of you. extra love to the usual suspects. dv, ken, jinnifer, alex (are you alive?), chris cobb (are you alive?),eoin, and anyone whose name escapes me at present...oh yeah, rachel and ben fruitloop-apps :o) love, ~stine....a new woman __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? SBC Yahoo! DSL - Now only $29.95 per month! http://sbc.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: What would you say?
by Jesse Chanin 05 Jul '03

05 Jul '03

Gail drives to work in a practical, sea green car and always gets the best parking space, right next to the back door as if to assert the prominence in the company she doesnt possess. She waits a moment behind the wheel, runs a hand through her graying hair, and enters the through warehouse with a purpose. Some women in marketing and PR always wait for her and they form an outspoken caustic group in the lobby while the secretary eyes them warily. At 7:15, the other women return to their desks, their coffees, and their red chairs on wheels, and Gail walks back to the warehouse where I see her for the first time from my self-conscious perch on the counter next to scattered exact-o knives and styrofoam. She smiles. Mornin, she drawls in the typical Maine accent and I wince. Hi, I say shyly and the day begins. We spend eight hours a day on a concrete floor picking books off shelves and standing at a counter putting them into boxes, and she tells me all sorts of things. We work quickly and efficiently but she pauses every time someone enters the warehouse to say Hello & bestow a brief wave of her hands, sickly white things flaked with layers of dry skin from the cardboard we fondle all day. There is always pop music on the radio. I start to think about the upcoming break. I was a coke addict for twenty-six years, she says. But I cant for the life of me quit smoking. My husband cant either, and he did heroin. (Around here the woman from the packaging office on prozac interrupts us with something inaudible, bumbling about around the computer with the air somehow of a confused rabbit. She used to get really angry before she went on the prozac, gossips Gail. Once I accidentally took her pencil outside and she *exploded* at me, threw a stapler at my head. We speculate over how she managed to smash up the drivers side of her car by hitting a pole on the side of the road while not having been driving on the *wrong* side of the road.) I once got poison ivy on my ass, she tells me. You want to know how? I dont want to know how. Well, my husband got it on his knees, lets just put it that way! I wish I were reading. Hours are lost, hours pass forever. There are company meetings where everyone makes fun of the Arabs across the street & Gail leans over in her God Bless America t-shirt and tells me about how she used to live in that building and those Arabs had been through five different refugee camps before finally coming to the US. And they didnt do coke or nothin. They play Jewel on the radio, some song that my dad loved and I stop working and listen. It reminds me of too much. I make a mental note to buy the album for pure nostalgic value. I always listen to this station, Gail says. I wish I had headphones. We talk about Steinbeck, spina bifida and Oprah. She tells me about how she accidentally singed off her eyebrows and bangs once when she was really high (And thats why I dont do drugs anymore!). She grew up in Western Massachusetts. I tell her I have cousins in Massachusetts, from Rockport and Cape Cod. Oh, she scoffs. Rit-zeeey. I blush. We dont visit them much. Im only eighteen. Im going to college in New York City next year. I needed a summer temp job. Shes in drug rehabilitation, therapy, and AA at forty-six and has been working at the book warehouse for going on five years. Her whole body looks defeated, all her joints out of proportion, silver caps on her teeth, and a wrinkled-in sneer. She talks politics without mentioning Chomsky. What? she exclaims suddenly one day. I turn. What? Oh, I thought someone was behind me. But it was just my mom. Your mom? Yes, well you see, theres a history of witchcraft on her side of the family and since she died she comes back to visit me often. Oh. Er She came a lot right after she died, but now its much more periodic. Just sometimes. Oh, I say. Thats, uh, pretty crazy. I blush and hurry away on any errand. But what would *you* have said? (Im taking suggestions.) She doesnt talk about ghosts after that. Instead she tells me how she loves cross-stitching and always has since she was a child. I zone out to Matchbox 20 on the radio Whats *this*? she accuses suddenly, pointing skeptically at a particularly high stack of textbooks. The leaning tower of -- *BOOKS*?? I get bored just piling them neatly, I explain. This is more uh artistic and it adds You wont think its very artistic when youre picking them all up off the floor. Well that adds adventure, dont you think? An element of *risk*? She eyes me warily. Ive also arranged the boxes in a carefully orchestrated jenga-esque pattern on the table & had been getting absurdly angry at co-workers when they mindlessly ruined it with hasty & thoughtlessly placed boxes & I pray she doesnt notice. I shrug. It gives me something to do. *Ive got my eggs, Ive got my pancakes too/ Ive got my maple syrup, everything but you* sings Jewel on the radio and everything feels so heavy suddenly: Gails eyes on the red welts on my arms and hands caused by the cardboard and walking into various pointy metal things around the room, my ripped sneakers, my hunched shoulders, my simultaneous need for her approval and disgust at her situation. She shakes her head & dispels everything. Youre so weird. Oh yes maam. I laugh. Maybe I wont buy the Jewel CD after all. ***** that's all sinister. have a nice saturday. x jesse _________________________________________________________________ The new MSN 8: advanced junk mail protection and 2 months FREE* http://join.msn.com/?page=features/junkmail +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. 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Sinister: Belle and Sebastian News Mailing List (fwd)
by Linda Kerr 04 Jul '03

04 Jul '03

Hi everyone message from Katrina. And, shed a tear for Barry. Linda xx ---------- Forwarded message ---------- Date: Fri, 4 Jul 2003 18:56:45 -0000 From: band(a)banchory.net To: lulou(a)crockery.org Subject: Belle and Sebastian News Mailing List Hi all, I just wanted to let you know of some new music we have for sale in the Banchory shop, we're trying to help out some mates and thought you might be interested. I've already mentioned the 7" single we're selling for Stevie's mate Roy Moller and we have another Felicite records, by The Catchers who also played at the launch night for the label here in Glasgow two weeks ago. You can find out more about both these records at Felicite's website http://www.felicite.de/ and you can buy them online at the Banchory shop - http://www.banchoryshop.net/viewitem.asp?id=1008 for Roy and http://www.banchoryshop.net/viewitem.asp?id=1009 for The Catchers. We've also managed to get our hands on some copies of My Legendary Girlfriend's new record. Allen Johnston (who's MLG's drummer) is our drum tech when B&S are out on the road, so we're keeping it in the family! Their debut album is called "Gross Domestic Product" and you can find out more about them from their website at http://www.mylegendarygirlfriend.co.uk and buy the album online at http://www.banchoryshop.net/viewitem.asp?id=1010 That's it for now, hope it's sunny where you are! cheers, Katrina @ Banchory. http://www.banchory.net http://www.belleandsebastian.co.uk/home -- To unsubscribe from this mailing list, visit www.banchoryshop.net/belleandsebastian/list/list.asp +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: la lutta continua
by Dirty Vicar 04 Jul '03

04 Jul '03

HELLO SINISTER, HOW ARE YOU FEELING? yes, I am in full on rock festival mode, having just got back from that Glastonbury thing. One amusing thing about the way the world has moved into a post-ironic stage is that bands are no longer apologetic about shouting from the stage things like "HELLO GLASTONBERRY, MAKE SOME NOISE Y'ALL!". Last year bands (viz Belle & Sebastian) would find ironic ways of doing that, but now they just jump right in. RoXoR. I saw quite a few bands at the festival. Primal Scream were the best. They rocked hard. some years previously a friend remarked that Primal Scream are boosting their claim to be the great band of our times by absorbing cast-off members of other great bands. Seeing Mani and Kevin Shields in full effect with Bobby, Andy, Throb et al. I felt I knew what he meant. Also G*R*A*T*E were the Kings Of Leon. They were also kind of funny, because with their outlandish hairstyles, comedic facial hair, incomprehensible Boomhauer accents, and unreconstructed Southern rock, it was like they had been beamed forward in time from the early '70s. I also liked many other bands and artists, but feel a special mention must go to Rodrigo y Gabriela, who are the greatest guitarists the world has ever seen. I also liked when the local vicar said a few words from the Pyramid stage on sunday. I had to admire his technique. There was a Sinister meetup on Thursday. Actually it seemed like it was primarily an ILXOR meetup, but that didn't stop the more shy and retiring of us from coming along. I had a great cross-purposes conversation where I was introduced to a chap called Mark, and I thought he was Mark C. (of Boy In Corduroy fame) and I had this long in depth conversation with him, only gradually realising he was someone else entirely. If you are this person could you make yourself known to me? I also chatted to Carsmile Steve, Robin Stout, & Amy Skelton. At least that's who I think they were. Later in the weekend I got to meet K*e*n C*h*u. He was top. It was funny, when earlier in the day I mentioned Sinister to someone they said "Sinister... does that pykachu100(a)deletethisbithotmail.com guy still post there?" This proves that Ken is the default Sinister poster, surely something to be proud of. I gather there were loads of other Sinister people at Glastonbury, but I'm not sure if I met them. And now I must go away and write stuff. bless you all, 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: Belle and Sebastian, in the studio..
by robin stout 04 Jul '03

04 Jul '03

Terry thinks Belle and Sebastian are writing songs for him. They are, Terry.. Three. A steady trickle of information about the new Belle and Sebastian album has been coming through the holes in the Banchory beachball in recent weeks. Several more diary entries (Stuart, thanks for these - they brighten up my mornings:)), an interview by a certain girl and some whispers from people who know people have led me to put together this little list of What We Know. I'd like to pretend it's a scoop, but to be honest anyone could have done the same if they just left the washing up for a night and rode on the infobahn for a while. It's not as soft on the fingers, but a lot more fun. Here we go: **Album Titles** (diary entry 20 June) Schroedinger's Cat Nazi Sinatra If You're Going To Get Caught For Stealing A Horse, You Might As Well Shag It If Your Gran Had Baws She'd Be Your Grandad I'm Allright, Jack I'm Allright, Jane Ken Dodd's Dad's Dog's Dead Wanker's Forest Hmm, the smart money's on the third one, but I don't think it'll be any of these, somehow. Didn't Ken have a secret formula for working out album titles? **Song Titles** Definite Album Tracks (mentioned in 27 June diary entry) You Don't Send Me Roy Walker I'm A Cuckoo Step Into My Office, Baby Dear Catastrophe Waitress [hmm, sounds a little familiar..] If She Wants Me **Other Recent Unreleased Tracks** If You Find Yourself Caught In Love Travelling light (My Girls Got) Miraculous Technique Shoot the Sexual Athlete The Magic of a Kind Word Nothing in the Silence Wrapped Up In Books Love On The March Desperation Made A Fool Of Me Sleep on a Sunbeam Also, there was a little mention of Lord Anthony in one of Stuart's recent diary entries. I hope it's on more than just his mind and makes it onto the album or an ep. They recorded a version of it ages ago, if I remember properly. If anyone knows anymore, be sure to tell us. Speculation, gossip, rumours, lies - that's the stuff. I'm sure certain people can tell me what I've got wrong. I like a lot of stuff in the diary entries. I like all the stuff about God and love and quantum physics. Subjects close to my heart. It's what we're made of, after all. Stuart's Diary: http://www.banchory.net/belleandsebastian/writing.html Stuart's Tasty Interview: http://members.lycos.co.uk/tastyfanzine/ints21.htm R xxx _________________________________________________________________ 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: I heard you let him touch too much, on the back seat of the bus..
by robin stout 04 Jul '03

04 Jul '03

Two. I'm trying to work out a way of taking a photograph of someone without them noticing. You see, the man who drives the number thirty bus looks just like Johnny Cash. It's uncanny. The first time I saw him, I'd been reading Harry Potter in the bus shelter and had it in my hand when I climbed on the bus. He eyed me up as I climbed in. His grizzled chin hardened. "Harry Potter?", he asked. "Erm, yes", I replied, slightly embarrassed. "Get off the bus." "But I've got a ticket." A shadow ran across his tanned face, like a high cloud over the Texan plain. The hollows in his cheeks deepened. He felt around for his gun, but found only a gearstick and a ticket machine. "Well..", he said. He let me on. I sat at the back and kept my book closed the whole way home. I know you have stalked people before. I saw you behind that bush that one time; you were only pretending to tie your shoelace, don't pretend. So perhaps you could give me a tip or two. Of course I could always just ask him for a photograph, but he's still got that gun-barrel glint in his eye, and I don't think I'd like to risk it. The number thirty is a good place for lookalikes. There's a woman who catches it every morning who looks so much like Jarvis Cocker that I convinced myself for a while that she was actually his sister. Turns out she's not, of course; I had a sneaky look at her bus pass and it said her name's Oborsky. R x _________________________________________________________________ Stay in touch with absent friends - get MSN Messenger http://www.msn.co.uk/messenger +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: We're gonna rock at the government centre
by robin stout 04 Jul '03

04 Jul '03

One. The week has been spent nursing sore feet and a sunburt nose - the only bad things to come from camping in a field in Pilton for a weekend. Everything else about Glastonbury was simply perfect, even the toilets, which were a strangely liberating experience. My best moments included the Flaming Lips concert, seeing the Furries instead of Radiohead, where we had a fight with a man dressed as a dalmation dog, singing songs with the pesky fire wardens, and a whole host of experiences that can only be described as spiritual - none of which involved hippies or stone circles. The best thing, though, was all the people I knew there, including lots of YOU. Steve, Amy, Mark, Ian, Ian, Rener, Sarah, Lixi, and lots of others I'm sure. It was lovely to see you all, even though I seemed to lose people more often than I met them. The festival beard came off this morning, although I was hoping to keep it as a souvenir. I had to look my best for a meeting about a possible TV appearance on a new show called Innovation Nation. I'm trying to get a part as the man who turns the handle on our official stamping machine. Oh the excitement!! Recently, I've been arriving in the office to find that someone's changed the letters on the nameplate next to my door, a la Fawlty Towers. The other week I came in to find that I was called Bison Trout, and today I am Robot Unit. It's all very mysterious. I've been trying to work out who the culprit is for ages, so I can make a citizen's arrest. I *am* a fire warden, you know. R x _________________________________________________________________ Use MSN Messenger to send music and pics to your friends 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: fair suck of the sav
by David Hewitt 04 Jul '03

04 Jul '03

G'day all. Terry Underwear (if that IS his real name...) said: "I hope my clothes dry in time, else I'll be forced to use the environmentally unfriendly dryer." Embrace the dryer. It is your friend. Admittedly, I live in a second-floor flat without a balcony or courtyard, so I have no choice in the matter, but seriously, clothesdryers are one of the things that keep us civilised. I once tried to dry some towels outside, and when I brought them in I had to get them wet again before folding them, as I felt sure they'd snap if I attempted it dry. Then, when I stepped out of the shower, and reached for a towel to dry myself with, I scraped off almost an entire butt-cheek in my dazed, half-awake state, before I realised that my usually soft and fluffy towel had been transformed into a giant piece of sandpaper. Did you know that in the US they even have these little cloths that you put in the dryer, to make your clothes even softer and more fluffy than the dryer can manage on its own? Why on earth we don't have them here, I've no idea. We also don't have margarine in sticks - only in blocks or tubs (much to the annoyance of my American missus). They don't have Tim Tams over there, though, so I guess it evens out. Anyway: embrace the dryer, I say again to you, and let it rain! Then he said: "I have a strange sense of national pride building, and the reason for it is one Mark Philippoussis." Admittedly, it's part of the Australian persona to be almost ashamed and apologetic for being Australian. Our culture, accent, history - everything embarrasses us. I'm not entirely sure why this is, as the more I travel, the more I realise how wonderful a place this truly is, and how a lot of other countries acknowledge this far more readily than we do. It's strange how sporting achievements seem to be the only acceptable cause for national pride for most people. Bung a couple of snags on the barbie and sink a tinny for me, ya beautiful bastard. Being an Aussie is fuckin' grouse. Although I take no interest in tennis whatsoever, I do have to admit to also having been a bit caught up in the Poo's progress, since the wife's been staying up and watching it while I've been trying to sleep. I've taken to shouting 'carn the Poo!' at the screen at random intervals, which worries me somewhat. Normally the only thing that makes me shout at the telly is Neighbours. "Give Darcy the chair! The CHAIR, I say!" He also said something about Belle and Sebastian, but what have they done for us lately, eh? Eh? ... That's what I thought. Anyway, I only really posted to piddle away part of the last hour's work for the week, and to voice my support for the humble clothesdryer - perhaps the most misunderstood and underappreciated of all the domestic appliances (except perhaps the tiny but mighty 'fuzz wuzzy', but that's a topic for another day). Still, the list's been rather quiet, so you can probably deal with the occasional rubbishy bit of fluff like this. Oh, there was another reason: Happy 4th of July, Seppos! Independence and all that must be a wonderful thing. Maybe we need to give the Queen a gold watch or something*, and thank her for her time, but tell her that there really isn't much left for her to do down here. Then maybe we could have barbies and fireworks and all that stuff in the middle of the year. I'm not a remotely politically informed person, but I'm pretty sure there couldn't be too much harm in it. Plus, I reckon we could also do with one of those first amendment thingies. Still, all in good time, I suppose. The tennis is on, for one thing ;) Bulk love, -Vanilla Flavoured David *I'd say 'carriage clock', and try to be all clever, except I'm not entirely sure I know what one is. _________________________________________________________________ Hot chart ringtones and polyphonics. Go to http://ninemsn.com.au/share/redir/adTrack.asp?mode=click&clientID=174&refer… +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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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