Yo Sinistah!
(Notice new, fresh hip-hop-stylee!)
Yesterday my best friend/ bandmate/ fanzinemate/ dad's
girlfriend's daughter made me some really cool stickers
for me! She's been doing her working practise (which
you in Sweden do when you're 14) at a mediaoffice and
they had loads of cool programs on their computers,
like the one where she made the stickers in.
There are stickers saying:
"Astrid - The Twee One", "Amanda - The Punk One" and
"Punk and Twee Mix Well Together" and loads of other
cool bandstickers. Yay! Stickers are so nice.
Now, the subject of my actual post:
I hope I don't sound too nerdy, or that it's too
obvious that I've been reading too much Stephen
Chbosky, but I really would like someone to write
letters to. Anywhere in the world. Just because it's
fun to write letters. I love sending stuff with mail,
mixtapes and stuff like that. Uh-Huh. So if anyone, er,
wants to be my new penpal send me an e-mail with your
address and I'll send you a letter. Cool.
Me and Amanda are listening to her new Sex Pistols-CD.
She had it before, but lost the actual Cd so she bought
a new copy of it today, some strange sort of
compilation with like everything they recorded. We read
a very funny story about Sid Vicious digging ABBA.
Finally, here are some good Swedish bands (except the
slightly over-rated The Hives and TSOOL) that you all
should listen to:
The Sounds, Mando Diao, Melody club and Caesar's
Palace. YEAH.
If you live in The States, look out especially for The
Sounds. Me and Amanda read their wicked marketingplan
for hitting the states. Soon in a hype-magazine near
you!
Well, sorry for posting so much but the thrill of being
back is just overwhelming!
Take care all of you,
Love, Stars and Punk (at the moment, but in secret:
Twee)
Astrid ("the twee one"... damn. I thought I was fooling
everyone that I was erally rock-chic..!)
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Hello lovelies. How are all of you doing? Me,
Myself, and I are all doing well today. I have had
some time off from work lately. It's funny, I always
desire a holiday and now that I have one, I would
rather be working. I am actually at work right now.
my computer resides here so I stop by every couple of
days to catch up on things. As I sit here, the
answerphone beeps indicating that there is a message.
I feel tempted to go and press PLAY, so as to prevent
the future beeping of that infernal machine. DAMN
THAT BOY AND HIS INFERNAL MACHINE!!!! what book is
that from? huck finn? i don't suppose he is of
relation to neil and tim finn? at any rate.
Over the course of the past few days we have had some
lovely weather in scenic chicagoish. Unforutunately,
geography prevented me from meeting up with the
dashingly handsome Kevin Clair. Sort of ironic that
he returned to chicagoish from Minnesota...tomorrow i
am leaving chicagoish for Minnesota. things that make
you go hmmm?
Minnesota should be fun. I am driving there tomorrow,
by myself. My Gram is tre worried about this. She
said that I should not drive there alone. I pointed
out to her that I had ventured off to Europe alone, to
which she replied "you're probably safer there." hee
hee. i love my gram, she is always worried about me.
I s'pose that is her job. When I was little, I had
this very weird notion. My grandparents, as some of
you may know, raised me. I remember I would always
ask them to adopt me and they would always evade the
proposition. Now I know this was because they would
never want to hurt my father like that. Anyway, last
mother's day i was talking to gram and i explained
that, when i was young, i always thought that when I
was made, someone messed up somewhere and i got placed
in the wrong tummy. very juvenile i realise, but that
is what i honestly thought. i s'pose i still do think
that in a way.
dirty vicar is officially the most amazing person on
sinister! (i realise that that was a complete change
in subject. the aforementioned segue in no way
implies that dirty vicar had anything to do with whose
tummy i was placed in). so i was all disappointed
because, yet again, my not living in Dublin has caused
me to miss something that i would SO not want to miss.
previously these have included the brown thomas show,
any film premier in dublin, and the irish music
awards. not to mention the fact that i am an ocean
away from the epicentre of principle management.
anyway, gavin friday (the man himself...professional
friend of Bono :o) was doing a guest DJ spot. Funny,
when I read that, I was thinking DJing at a club, not
a radio show. once again, i put the duh- in dublin.
so i sent DV a lil note mentioning my frustration. I
get a note back from him stating that he had recorded
the show for me!!!!!! yay!!!!!!!!!! i was so
happy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! dirty vicar is so bad
ass, now it is official!
let me not forget to give props to the rest of my
lovely sinister massive (in alphabetical order)
Alex...who I have to write a song about
Eoin.....whose name I know how to pronounce
Jay with an E.....who keeps playing lyrical ping pong
with me
Ken Chu....our very own XXX
and Laura Llew...my digestive soul mate
i do love sinister so. perhaps we should all pool our
money (of which i have none, sorry) and build a
sinister compound. the sign would clearly read
SINISTER COMPOUND so people would be afraid, not
realising that inside we would do little more than
listen to music, read alound, and generally be acting
twee. of course we would have the occasional picnic
and bowling tournament as those things seem to follow
ken chu wherever he goes.
in other news: a girl friend of mine called me
yesterday chanting raves of a new book of hers. it is
titled something along the lines of HOW TO PLEASE A
MAN EVERY TIME or some such thing. she was singing
the praises of this book, reading "a few passages" to
me (personally, i think she read the whole bloody
thing). this stuff isn't rocket science, honestly. i
think that there are things one need not be so
clinical about, just sort of go with the moment. i
dunno, maybe it's me, but as i was listening to
suggestions on where to put ice cubes (in places that,
for me anyway, ice cubes just should not go) and
different techiniques for varying activities involving
licking, i was thinking "what the fuck are you on
about?" of course, i would have no first hand
knowledge of such topics, my non-catholic friends have
told me stories though. no sir, my first kiss will be
at the altar.
weird. the thing i find stranger is that someone
would drop 30 quid on that book.
so here we are. it is a bit overcast now...grr...
i think i shall head out for a run. oh, who am i
kidding. i say that i am going to head out for a run.
i may even go so far as to actually intend to go out
for a run. what will, more than likely happen is that
i'll get in my car, get swept up in whatever cd is in
play at the time, dream of getting a frosty from
wendy's and walk around the park eating said frosty.
ah well...best laid plans and all.
~lemon
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How y'all doing!
I'm in a super good mood cause I just finished my last
essay before the easter break.
However i'm becoming quite suspicious when essay
deadlines are set for the last week before the
holidays. Next time any of your
teachers/lecturers/bosses give out a deadline just
before your holiday,
try and contain your shock and anger. Instead study
his or
her face and just wait for a grin to appear on it. To
be fair most
of them try their very best to hide it but its hard
not to
crack when you're being so Goddamn evil. I know though
that if I'm ever in that position of authority i'll
probably
be grinning wider than anybody else!
My other reason for being as happy as someone who just
polished off
a bottle of prozac, is that the sun just keeps on
continuing to shine.
I think for the last week, Aberdeen has been one of
the
warmest places in Britain. I've noticed that the warm
temperatures
are doing strange things to people up here as well. As
soon
as the sun starts shining everyone seems to dive for
their sandals
and sun-tan lotion. I was walking down the street
yesterday
following a guy that was completely topless. I mean
its warm
just now but it definately isn't that warm! Surely
someone must have reminded him what month we're in.
I'm off so I can spread my annoying happiness to some
more unsuspecting victims.
Matt
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P.S. I was a wee bit surprised to hear Stuart and
Stevie say on the bands website recently that If
You're Feeling Sinister was the album they were least
happy with. I've been listening to it heaps recently
and it still sounds spot on. I also think its their
best album to listen to on sunny days.
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A car drifted by me, the souped up bass searing as the speakers shredded out
some big bolshy record that I didnt recognise (perhaps because everything
other than the bassline and drums were drowned out) at top volume, driving
slow enough so that everyone could see and hear it. Im sure everyones
experienced similar. It got me thinking about cars that is, it made me
actually aware of the existence of cars, usually they dont really register
other than as inconveniences or obstructions, but that snatch of propulsive
low end noise, as abrasive and calculated to annoy as it seemed to be really
registered. I suppose you have to be of a certain mindset to drive around
like that, its difficult to talk about it without being disparaging it
seems an adjunct to a part of a culture that Im not very well versed in.
One that works to the exclusion of others and other possibilities, one that
places the self at the centre and sees all else as a void to be filled with
that self. One that sees roads as a silence to be broken. A hole drilled in
the exhaust pipe of life. But consider yourself as a part of that for a
moment, it shouldnt be too difficult, and imagine marking your territory
like that what kind of a statement would playing say, Belle and Sebastian
or (I know I sound like a dickhead for mentioning Merzbow all the time, so I
wont here), I dont know, Whitehouse at that volume in your car? Or is the
content of the noise irrelevant because the point is less what the music
says or is about and rather just the fact that the music *is*? It made me
think, as I say. When I went on about listening to headphones while out I
said I stopped because the natural sounds are regularly and potentially more
interesting than any private soundtrack that I could come up with, but here,
with the cars soundsystem so heavily dominating, to the exclusion of all
other sounds it was almost the reverse of that. Someone elses soundtrack
foist upon you, their version of events overwhelming your own. Forcing
closure on the openness of history, you might say. People talking had to
momentarily suspend their conversations. People stopped. The ambience of the
quiet street was threatened for a moment. Theres a kind of austerity in
that moment you sense it coming for a time, theres a few seconds of
expectation and then, just as the car passes and theres an instant of pure
aesthetic asceticism the hollowed out world that is all sound, with all
else just reacting to that sound. And then, as red-shift demands, it
disappears more quickly than it came, and things return to normal. I
wondered about driving myself I might have mentioned this to people before
but a few years ago my parents offered to pay for driving lessons for me and
I refused, flat out. I hadnt really given it all that much consideration
before, but that refusal surprised me somewhat on closer reflection its
mostly down to the fact that I have an innate fear of driving, the prospect
of being in control, or, worse still, out of control of something as
powerful as that petrifies me. Add to that the singular phenomenon that goes
with driving which can turn even the most mild-mannered into a raging ball
of frustration and stress. My concentration isnt up to driving either, I
get distracted and wrapped up in my own thoughts much too easily. Public
transport is too much fun anyway, as nice as it would be to be able to stop
wherever you wanted and, I dont know, take a picture or whatever, you cant
beat a nice train ride can you?
And then today the capricious urge to buy a record came over me I havent
in what seems like ages what with various expenditures and what have you,
and, well, I thought itd be nice to hear something new. Actually what I had
in mind to buy was that newish John Fahey record the Red Cross one - which
got an excellent write up in Wire and sounds as though it would fit my
current, er, mindset quite well. Its been recommended all over the place,
youve probably all already got it I expect and all find it passé and have
moved on to No Neck Blues Band 7s or Birchville Cat Motel bsides or
something similar. But there I was in the fairly aptly named Rare and Racy
Sheffields premier outlet for *v*nt g*rd* tuneage. As shops go its a
prevalent and very pressing danger in many respects, stocking all sorts of
things that look fantastic in principle your man from Add N to (x), Barry7
I think hes called, has put out two records of Italian library music from
the 70s Library music that you *actually* want to hear sez Q magazine in
the blurb on the front. I was mighty tempted I cant deny. And similarly
tempted by silly things like one of the new Keiji Haino records, silly
because since I cant read Japanese I dont even know which of the two it
was, and various other bits and pieces the sort of things I heard two
years ago on Mixing It and noted down, but have since so forgotten that
only the name rings any bells. Its obviously great to buy records in that
way, but since I was only able to afford one new thing I thought it best to
go with something at least a little bit predictable. Boring of me I am well
aware, but there you go. Well to move this along a bit I asked about the
John Fahey record, which had been in the window for a while last week, but
has since been replaced with a display of gardening books a bit late for
planting Id venture, but the lush green covers certainly do fit the current
clemency of the weather. I mentioned Rare and Racy being a pressing
danger, and these window displays are one of the chief reasons its easy
enough to walk past the door but, gosh, is that an early Boredoms import in
the window? It was, by the way - a copy of Wow2 and theyve had all sorts
of things in there that beckon me inside with their irresistible promise of
transcendent noise a Sirens simile here would be almost too obvious
wouldnt it? So I wont bother with that. But variously featured have been
such delectables as those new Acid Mothers Temple eps, all three of them
lined up with their pretty holographic covers sparkling away and, well I
wont do a boring list, but if Wire gives it a positive review and its not
*too* hard to get hold of then itll probably be in the window of Rare and
Racy sometime later that month. Oh yeah, I was moving the story along I
asked about the John Fahey record and theyd sold the one copy they had,
they can get it on order if I want, but I declined, I wanted something
*today*. I decided to move down the road and have a look in Fopp records,
which is an entirely different proposition altogether. Apparently Britains
leading independent record shop, the stuff it actually stocks is pretty
disappointing at times. It has everything youd expect, and probably nothing
you wouldnt. Or maybe not everything youd expect even just try getting,
I dunno, a Heavenly cd there and well you cant, they dont stock them.
But I went for my usual half-hearted wander around and thought about buying
stuff like the new things by Cat Power and Steven Malkmus I could go off
into a detour about why those artists, and some others who excited me in the
past, and whose records I still like a great deal just dont really interest
me at the moment, but thatd probably be even more dull than this has become
already, so I wont. I was about to leave when, out of the corner of my eye,
sitting in the new releases section was a stack of cds by the unpopular
American anti-folk combo The Moldy Peaches. My interest piqued I went over
and had a look and well, would you credit it, it was a double cd of live and
unreleased material. All those potentially better and more rewarding records
that I had seen previously dissipated and in a moment of madness I went and
bought it. Now it didnt really occur to me at the time to think about
whether I really needed fifty-five new Moldy Peaches songs. Did I? Well,
probably not. Which isnt to say its a bad record, Im not sure that its a
very good one either the live versions of the songs are predictably a bit
more rocking than the ones from the album, the great ones still sound great
and the slightly irritating ones are still guess what? It does make me
lament the fact that I never got to see the band live though, it does sound
as though band and audience alike were having a great time at all of the
shows, as with a lot of live recordings its difficult to feel part of that
listening at home. Alas. The unreleased tracks are pretty sub-standard fare
it has to be said. I think, though, in terms of how the Moldy Peaches fit
into whatever musical landscape you care to draw up, this is a fairly
perverse release their album from a couple of years ago sounds a bit like
a collection of outtakes in itself, few other bands I can think of would
release records with the phone going off or whatever in the background, not
by accident anyway, but this was, fans of the band, myself included I
expect, would argue was all part of the charm, and detractors would argue
was part what made them so awful. So I dont expect this collection will win
the band any new fans, but then I dont expect that was the intention anyway
perhaps its purely a contractual thing with Rough Trade. Which, again,
isnt to say that this is a bad record, I just wonder quite what has
prompted this release. Oh, and they also cover Hulk Hogans seminal I Wanna
Be a Hulkamaniac the prospect of hearing that may have been what swayed
me during that brief second while I scanned the tracklisting in Fopp
records. Sadly, perhaps even criminally, they dont attempt to replicate
Hogans rapping, but instead just go for a couple of blasts through the
chorus. A missed opportunity if ever there was one I have to say. In some
ways it sums up the entire record for me if the Moldy Peaches were a
charmingly bad joke then this new release is that joke taken just that
little bit too far. Though perhaps if they wouldve taken the joke a little
bit *further* we might have liked them even more. Those kooky kids.
Anyway, the other night, on the way home from Leeds, I bought chips from
Ainsley Harriots favourite chip shop theres a picture of him in there
with all the staff from a few years back. They all look so cheery. Quite
satisfying they were too. But thats just detail to ease you into the
paragraph really more significantly was my actual return back to where I
live and what followed it. Exiting the lift I found the corridor strewn with
litter, no less than three Pizza Hut pizza boxes lying outside my door,
after thinking something along the lines of Why cant you use the fucking
bins? (incidentally, though I rarely swear either in writing or
conversation - not through any moral objection, its just nice if it has
some impact when you do it I think my thoughts are a veritable
post-watershed plethora of profanities, I often wonder absent-mindedly if
others are similar, or if people who swear a great deal have relatively
cleaner minds), and threw them away myself along with some other stuff. This
isnt a particularly rare occurrence, but for one reason or another,
probably owing to my tiredness more than anything, it put me in a bad mood.
I got in and went to bed. This is where I talk about the perfect digital
symmetry of twelve fifty one. If any of you have digital clocks around, and
I presume some of you do, then youll no doubt be aware that certain
combinations of numbers are a bit special one twenty three (Im talking
chiefly about am/pm clocks here, you twenty four hour clock people have a
whole range of other interesting combinations, but of course they only occur
half as frequently) for example is a pleasant one there are lots and I
imagine we all have our favourites. My particular favourite, and it has been
since childhood is twelve fifty one go and set your clock to it now and I
think youll agree that its pleasing. Done that? Ok, well if I hearken back
to my childhood now, as I frequently do then I can remember several
occasions, my little head thick with the fug of tiredness and disorientation
at being up at so late a time taking some solace in that pretty arrangement
of numbers on the clock. Now, pedants among us, I expect there will be one
or two might quibble that its not exactly symmetrical because the one of
the twelve is a wee bit closer to the two than the one of fifty one is to
the five. And thats as maybe, but nonetheless, as such an hour became no
longer so alien I found myself regularly transfixed by twelve fifty one, so
much so that I often stare straight at the clock for the full minutes worth
of its duration, a moment of silent contemplation. On the particular night
which I mention, I was in bed as the minute approached and in my tired state
I awaited it, thinking that I could finally sleep once it had passed, which
comforted me a little. Twelve fifty clicked over and there was some
commotion outside people were returning from somewhere, quite loudly, they
sounded drunk, quite unusual for a Sunday (though technically it was Monday,
but there you go) night they stopped, it seemed, just outside my door and
already I was worried that theyd ruin the fast approaching minute. And ruin
it they did. Just as the digits changed on my clock (or just digit if youre
being technical, but there you go) from outside came the opening bars of
Land of Hope and Glory. Matt, the guy who lives across the hall from me
had procured this record from somewhere a few weeks prior to the occasion,
and it has been the subject of several drunken singalongs in the past, but I
did think I had heard the last of it until then. And sing along they did.
Given the current political climate, the war and all yknow, I thought it
was wholly the most inappropriate thing I had heard in a long time. And
there was a venom in their singing, a bitter tone that cut through the
drunken slurs and carried on through the next couple of minutes and on to
the final crescendos and into their cheers as it finished. Next morning the
taste of the litter they had left on the floor still hung in the air.
- Kieran
xxx
Ooh, actually, on a more boring note, I suppose, I should ask if anyone in
Glasgow has floor space to put me up for the weekend of the gig. Obviously
I'd be eternally grateful and all that jazz. Let me know if you are such a
person. Ta.
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I believe it was Marilyn Manson who once said -
How does it feel to be one of the beautiful people?
Then he started screaming in a highly frivolous manner,
I made my excuses and left.
afternoon,
How *does* it feel to be one of the beautiful people? I guess well soon
see, when the most beautiful people of all gather in the name of picnicking,
circa May 17th 2003.
I believe it was Lucy Alder who first suggested the idea of making a weekend
of the Karen Dunbar gig at the Royal Concert Hall and Ive been looking
forward to it ever since, even if its fifty-three days away. I shall be
there, complete with Physics revision books for my first and last exam on
the Monday after the gig.
I recently finished my first ever music video, to the music of the
Loneliness of a Middle Distance Runner, which has been a lot of fun and has
pretty much determined that film production/direction is the kind of thing I
can see myself doing in ten years time or so. On the subject of videos, I
wonder when the DVD is going to be released; maybe theyll sell them at the
Karen Dunbar gig in May, thatd be grand.
It was only in February of this year that I realised just how long it had
been since Id been to a good old pop concert so I decided to pop along to
Hyndland Church Hall, where Camera Obscura, Roy Moller and the Ladybug
Transistor played some great little numbers that even got a few of us up and
dancing in the aisles. Those clever Camera Obscura folks even managed to
colour co-ordinate their fancy new T-shirts to match my Keith FC scarf, I
was impressed and even a little touched by their thoughtfulness. Roll on the
new Camera Obscura album, I say.
If You Find Yourself Caught In Love is maybe one of the best Belle and
Sebastian songs Ive heard in a long time, both lyrically and musically
superb and dont even get me started on Step Into My Office Baby those
Beach Boys-esque tones are enough to make a young boy sigh (a young boy
sigh). Roll on the new Belle and Sebastian album, I say.
Cheerio
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Hiya, its only me...
Astrid told us that its been lovely in Stockholm. It
impressed me. I remember, back in the days of yore,
when I was out in Tromso (approx 400 miles north of
the artic circle, chilly fact fans) and how it was
starting to get sunny, but there was still a good 3
inches of snow lying on top of 2 inches of solid ice,
on the roads, while on the roadsides, it was ooh..
more and more inches of snow. Even when I left in May,
the grass was still as clear as mud, and the snow was
still laying there. Within the space of a month, it
would turn, from being a cold winterland to being
summery, with the leaves bursting out of the trees,
and flowers finally able to show their little flowery
heads, the tulips and the snowdrops within days of one
another, like summer and spring were thrown together
into a week in June. It was like Mother Nature had a
very busy calender, and thought it would be a good
idea.
David Moore wrote about being called a turkey while
bowling. I think the worst insult I have received
(this can't be true - there must be worse) from a
computerised thingy was a chicken. And to prove its
point, it showed a picture of a chicken, just in case
I didn't know what a chicken was. That was while
bowling also.
I was a bit of a chicken the other day though. My
laptop, that has more mood swings than I do, started
screaming at me. So I ran away, in fear of it blowing
up or something. Turned out I had the mic and the
speakers on so loud it was getting feedback. Ah.. yes.
I thought I'd report back on an unsinister weekend.
I didn't do anything remotely sinister whatsoever, not
in the mailing list sense. Not unless you count porn.
Me and some pals, who I shall call Bernard and Nellie
for the sake of anonominity (I always want to spell
that as "anonyminty" although I suspect my own
spelling is wrong anyway), thought it would be a good
idea to go and sit in Borders cafe on a sunny sunday
afternoon, and indulge ourselves in watching men
looking at mens so-called lifestyle magazines. Then we
had a good idea with watching one bloke, who seemed
far too interested in some of the mags, in particular,
the pictures of naked ladies (*imagines Ken Chu
finding this post as he performs -fnar- a search for
the words "porn; naked; blow -up; ladies" in
sinister*) and we watched him walk around the store
for a bit. So my pal thought it would be a laugh to go
and set down a soft porn mag - Barefoot Beauties -
somewhere on a shelf near the P.J.O'Rourke books this
guy was looking at. Sure enough, we enjoyed a full 45
minutes of the guy looking coyly at the magazine laid
before his eyes; then picking it up (inside a copy of
a book that was much too small to disguise his true
"reading" material); rubbing himself against a
bookshelf as he did so; putting it down; going for a
wander; cooming back to the mag; picking it up;
putting it down; going for another wander while
groping around in his pocket; showing it to his pal;
and then finally investing in some titilating.. erm..
tits. Hey, what else do you do on a sunny afternoon?
It was quite amusing, playing gods of some description
or nature who get their thrills from people getting
their..erm.. thrills.
We went out clubbing too, on Saturday night, the
traditional sabbath of the boogie generation, but
thats besides the point.
Anyway.
time to go.
Love
idles
xx
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Hi to Sarah, good to hear from you. Wait, this isn't just meant to be about
personal messages, is it. Well I'm sure everyone else out there enjoyed
reading your report as much as I did. All the things I'd forgotten. Like
what everyone was wearing (or not wearing in Stuart's case...). At least now
everyone knows I wasn't making it up about watching Stuart take a bath. And
I think I can now claim the record for having my name mentioned most times
in a post that wasn't about me. Aah, happy memories. I'm looking forward to
seeing how it all ends up looking (my money's on me being on screen for
about 10 seconds in total...)
Respect goes out to Mr Miller, via Mr Moore, for possibly the most anoraky
piece of B&S trivia ever.
In other news, summer is here! Well, it seems like it at least. It's been
gorgeous and sunny and hasn't rained for over a week now. In fact, that
makes it officially better weather than a typical British summer. It's
amazing how much people cheer up when the sun comes out. It doesn't matter
if it's cold, or the pet budgie has just died, or we're at war, people are
always happier when the sun comes out. And everyone is determined to make
the most of it - it may only be about 14 degrees outside, but there are
people everywhere sunbathing and having barbeques.
Another good thing about the weather is that the Sunshine Sheilas come out.
All these really good looking women walking the streets. I don't know where
they hide the rest of the year, but the city is suddenly full of attractive
ladies. It even helped me get over my hangover by 3pm on Saturday (and that
takes some doing at times - I was five of the dwarves at various points on
Saturday morning, but there was no way I was going to be Happy until I'd
seen Doc...)
I hope there'll be lots of Sunshine Sheilas at the BOWLING and PICNIC in a
couple of weeks' time. I've not been to a Sinister meet-up for over a year
now, but I still remember well the fun, the conversation, the booze, the
football, the food, and the more booze. I hope to see you all there. And if
you're nervous or shy, don't worry, everyone is; by the time you've got
through a few cans you'll be chatting along with anyone... (And if you're
nervous about bowling, a one-legged five-year-old child with a blindfold on
could beat me most days). Of course, as if one picnic wasn't enough, it's
only a month after that until Glasgow; speaking of which, if anyone in that
fine city happens to be feeling kind and has a bit of floor space up for
grabs, I'd be very grateful...
In other other news, is anyone going to Glastonbury this year? Tickets go on
sale next week, and I can't decide whether to go or not...
In other other other news, I hear that Trevor Horn's other darlings, Tatu,
are going to represent Russia at the Eurovision Song Contest. Up the bum sex
in front of a hundred million viewers. Could be interesting...
In other other other other news, you should all go out and buy - or cheaper,
stay in and download - "Mala Vida" by Manu Chao. Because it may well be the
ultimate B&S song (complete with a 'Stevie' playing surf guitar, a 'Mick' on
the trumpet, and a 'Chris' going ape on the Hammond organ) but without any
of them actually involved. Surely a cover version has to be imminent. (As
regular readers will know, it is unusual for me to be recommending anything
other that The Whitlams or the equally great - and equally Australian - My
Friend The Chocolate Cake; so you know I'm serious about this one)
Answers to Sinisterines' questions: Yes, he does. Yes, we do. Will that do?
Big Stu
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Hey Sinister!
Well Astrid, at least you can be sure that I read your posts =) I just never
answer, hehehehehe... But this time I just felt like writing, and, well,
here I am!
About Enrique Iglesias, I hate his accent... in English and in Spanish...
what's his problem? (I'm sorry if any of you is his fan...)
About lve being in the air, well, I guess it has something to do with
spring... you know, here in Brazil this are getting "colder" with the
autumn... for example, 5 couples I knew broke up last week... is this like a
"non-love" wave coming to the south hemisphere? hehehehehe
And I'm sorry about your cat... but I think you'd better keep him indoors...
I say that because my cat got used to being "outdoor" and now we've got a
bunch of kittens here, if you know what I mean
lol
And don't worry... the "boy" you're dreaming of will soon come to you.. in
fact, I am this boy... when I go to Sweden, get ready! hahaha
Well, nevermind
I wish a very nice week (and month, and year, because I don't know when I'll
write again) to all of you!
João Gabriel
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Hey Sinister!
It's been a while as usual, but as I am never quite
sure if anyone actually reads my posts, I just really
want to write nowadays when I know I've at least got
something proper to say.
First of all: Sarah! Thank you so much for your post! I
think I speak for all of us when I say: Thanks for
telling us tweepopsuckers around the world about your
adventures.
[INTERRUPTION]
Oh NO. It's Enrique Iglesias on TV. That man is so
awful. His latest single is Spanish, but with like
English subtitles. And you can't even sing them along
with the melody, not even with that cheesy Spanish
touch on your singing. Oh WELL.
Great Things Right Now:
1) That SPRING has arrived in Sweden, the streets of
Stockholm are dry, there's no snow, and even though the
lawns has that look of mould, it STILL shows for the
days that are a-waiting! HURRAH! I enjoyed this monday
in my black sort of artylooking shoulderbaring top and
a skirt and my black converse shoes. HURRAH AGAIN!
2) That one of our two cats, Morris, is thinking he is
The Man. Or The Cat maybe. He's like ten years old but
an indoorscat. We're trying to get him used to being
outdoors now and we're taking him out on little walks
around the block with a leash and he looks so
ridiculous trying to look cool in front of other cats
that sometimes approach. He lowers his overweight
little body, looking like a fat ferret and then starts
making these weird owl-sounding noises. Anyway.
3)That love is in the air 4 real yo! I can FEEL it.
Boys are coming from everywhere, looking good and
making me FEEL like I look good.
4) The young male teachers in my school are still
disgustingly handsome all of them. Sigh. What the..!
I'm in a really small school, but I've counted it, and
I like FIVE teachers. FIVE! What's wrong with me? Why
don't I adore five thousand immature guys with mopeds
and yucky not-even-decent-moustaches?! Oh wait... that
was the answer to why. Ah. Yes.
5) Today my Swedish teacher told me I was one of the
absolute best studens she'd EVER had. Ha!
My posts are always super-egocentric. Let's blame it on
the fact that I'm a teenager. I just don't know better,
ok? Greeeeeaaaat.
I hope that everyone is having as nice of a start of
the week as I've had today, and that love really IS in
the air for everyone but me. And I think that my part
of it is about 90% imagination or wishful thinking. But
they ARE looking at me..! I swear..! No, don't look at
me that way..! Please..!
Ah, I don't know. Maybe some nice boy will come up to
me and kiss me some day, but til then, I think I'm
entitled to daydream about hunky teachers, ha ha.
Take care all,
Love and Chocolate and Enrique Iglesias Sing-A-Longs
Astrid x
P.S I chose not to write about the war because I think
other people have put it better than I can. I've been
to a demonstration though and I don't support the
politics of George W Bush or anything. But let's not
think about it for a couple of minutes and then we all
can get depressed again or something. Bye.
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Hello babies
So, the real question is: Which one(s) of you lot is second on at The Verge
next Saturday then (see below)???? Blimey, you'll be telling me our
favourite lead singer isn't managing Franchise FC next...
I may well be going to this jig. For those of you with DMC, UK type
memories (ie DMC, UK), you may recall that one of the other bands on the
bill, ie Ricky Spontane, were the band that played at my wedding, so if
anyone else fancies finding out what THE SINISTERS are like and then helping
me Report Back, drop me a line :)
Ken's Dream was nowhere by the way, typically after I broke my vow of not
posting about horses because it was jinxing me, it jinxed me and I won
booger all on the Thursday...
I got 119 at bowling on Saturday (this is my best score in aaaaaaages, ph34r
my b0VV1!ng skees :))
xoxo
CarsmileSteve
> GUIDED MISSILE @ THE VERGE - KENTISH TOWN ROAD -
> LONDON NW5
>
> SAT 29TH MARCH 2003 - from 8pm
> =========================
>
> COUNTRY TEASERS - First London gig in months!!
> Twisted country meets The
> Fall and Joy Division. Genius!!!
>
> RICKY SPONTANE - Fuzzy garage rock&roll with drunken
> dancing.
>
> NOUGHT - improvisational noise experimentalists!
>
> THE SINISTERS - Garage R&R meets C86!
>
> ADRIAN R TEENBEAT - Teenbeat frontman plays
> charming, strange folk music!
>
>
> £5 Admission includes entry to LOUDER THAN BOMBS
> Club - from 11pm til 2am!!
> ------------------------------------
>
> DJs: Diff'rent Strokes - Guided Missile Sound System
> - Delia & Actionettes
> ...
> playing a mixture of new wave, indie, sixties,
> electroclash, bootlegz and
> The Smiths!!
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