I bought a pot of tulips the other day. They have all these
flowers out under awnings in front of markets now and spring
doesn't even start until March 21st! Tomorrow's supposed to
be sunny, which is a good thing. I'll set it out on the
balcony again like I did today before going to work. That
and cards to nieces and having hard candy set out in bowls -
it's all coming together in perfect spinster fashion! Next
I'll be cutting barmbracks and leaving plumcakes on the
train!
I read Stuart's entry on Orange Juice, too. And his theory
on the inverse of six degrees of separation. Later he said
"feeling a bit private!" Well, he said it earlier, but I
found it later, which was nice cos it shows how you could go
back, after interior monologues and watching people on the
bus. But back to the theory. A corollary or implication:
you could fall in love with almost anyone. Cos there comes
to be a point when comparisons are impossible - apples and
oranges. Orange Juice - a loping gait - walking on the edge
of the pavement, falling slightly behind - holding out your
arm for her - the playground scene in "Teach Us to Outgrow
Our Madness" but not against a backdrop of the emperor
announcing his fallibility on the radio! Everyone has the
dream about falling, right? And what about the one of
trying to fit a square in a circle, or being that square?
Not so very plummy. Stiff as a board, hard and dry. but at
least SPLINTER!
I get lost in muddled flourishes and forget what I'm trying
to say!
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I'm a bit baffled by this Trevor Horn producing the new B&S album business.
Don't get me wrong, I think Mr Horn has done some great production work
(most of it twenty years ago, although I officially like the t.A.T.u. single
as well). It's just that Trevor Horn productions all tend to sound like
Trevor Horn productions. At the end of the day I'd rather a B&S album
sounded like a B&S album, and not like something on ZTT from the early '80s.
Still, as the actress said to the Bishop, I'm open minded. so maybe this
will turn out not to be one of the most insane musical mismatches since Phil
Spector had a go at the Beatles.
I saw the Two Towers again today. It's still great.
bless you all,
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Cordially Convivial Sinister,
When I was fifteen I was taught English at school by a *famous* England
cricket of the 1980s. Remember him? No, me neither. Anyway, he put me
off doing English for the rest of my life. He suggested to me that I
elongated my sentences using overly wordy syntax, punctuated by
polysyllabic prose and that i rambled constantly, verbosely and
over-stylistically. I just couldnÂ’t see where he was coming from. And so
here I am at the tweeest [does tweeest have three e's? thatÂ’s kerazeee,
that is. It cant be a word. it should be] university, studying something
im not really all that passionate about. ItÂ’s a shame really. So kids,
mothers, goldfish and grand-daughters, if I were to offer advice to you,
it would be donÂ’t listen to your English teacher when he gives you 6 out
of 25 for your coursework, look above the fact that he reads your worst
efforts out to the class, and then reads the heroic efforts of your
friends out. Follow your heart. Sometimes I wish I had done more. But
then again, I still love reading. Nay, years ago I wouldnÂ’t read much. I
think this was because there was always a stigma attached to reading.
Like the stigma that's attached to having dog-poo on your shoe at
school. I can recall the time I was 11 and my so-called-friend's mum
said that I was bright cos I read books, and I tried to palm it off to
the friend by saying "Yeh, well, you know, just football magazines and
stuff. Not books." The time soon came for change, however, and itÂ’s a
testament to an evolving youth-hood that said *friend* is now more of a
fiend. In fact, when I now see the people I lumbered myself in with all
those years ago, my bowels turn to water and my fingers and ears start
to pop. It gives me a funny feeling when I see these 11 year olds
walking round in threes in York at Clifton Moor [coined 'ScallyMore'], a
shopping mall of the insipid variety, wearing illumious 'Tommy
Hilfinger' shirts and drinking cans of Tizer that seem to double as
hair-styling products for their military mop-top. And I wonder, was that
me!? These little specimens actually scare me. Thank god I wasnÂ’t alone.
University, itÂ’s a funny breeed. Continuing from my last list abuse
post, about the bores I cohabite with, the problem has sort of escalated
into some monstrous epidemic. I avoid the kitchen because these people
occupy it. One person in particular, actually, really makes me want to
say to him "Tonight Matthew, I'm going to be Ed Gein!" and scare the
bejeezers out of him. Though I feel he wouldnÂ’t notice much, he saw
Michael Moore's book in my room one day and said 'Intelligent book,
Chris!' in that benignly sarcastic tone that says 'Ah yes, it says
Stupid White Men on the cover. It must be for stupid white men! I'm so
clever! Now who wants to play 52 card pick-up with me?' If there was a
film adaptation of a book called 'How to Lose Friends and Alienate
People', he'd be the best male.
The march in London went well. I heard about a placard later that said
'Peace takes Courage. War takes Lives' and i thought, 'My, that's just
lovely, that is.' Much of the walking part of the march was spent
thinking 'Christ almighty, please let there be a McDonald's round the
corner so i can make a bee-line for the men's!!' which is sort of
strange, in a demonstration against the evils of America, for me to be
actually wanting to see the logo of corporate America round the corner,
and a friendly Londoner to say 'Do you want Carex with that?' The
Golden Arch, it's art you know.
At this point i would like to be flighty and say a big "Good morning!
And in case I don't see you: good afternoon, good evening and good
night!" to all members of the YSM as well as to Stout Robin, i thought
i'd lost you there for a minute. Ps hello to Gillian from Manchester,
where's my stonking reply!!?
Interpol 'Turn on the Bright Lights' is ace. I bought 'extended play' by
Goldrush as well, the packaging looked nice, but upon hearing i'm gonna
take it back. 'Murmur', prehaps instead. Mùm hasn't arrived yet, `(
Look after the kittens while i'm gone,
Christopher xx
Angela Hayes: Yeah? Well at least I'm not ugly!
Ricky Fitts: Yes you are, and your boring and totally ordinary and you
know it.
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I went into Glasgow the other (Friday) day, mainly to get my B&S Megagig
ticket, but also to like, see what Glasgows like. I havent been in about 3
years.
Its different from Edinburgh isnt it? Like, I found people were sort of more
friendly in and impolite way (stop me if im speaking shite), but like, you
could say its the 'banter'
Me (in HMV): Is that all the vinyl you've got there *pointing*
Him (hurt): Thats quite a lot mate, I've built it up over the last few
months
Im sorry, I didnt mean to offend him.
The Royal Concert Hall is massive isnt it?
I (because of my friends opposition) had to get a seating ticket, but I
wanted standing, I wanted to watch some of the Sinister crew, and see if I
could spot them by like, their social habits.
Ah well. I failed my physics and got the highest mark in the year for Art
Bye now
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I walk into a boozer aptly tucked away west of Regent
Street, and find Hopkins and the Duke of H holding
court. Among the first times I can remember hearing
about the Duke was when my editor, in that boozer next
to the venue at Shepherd's Bush, said, - There's
someone here I want to meet. It was the Duke. Did he
want to meet my editor too? I don't know. He should
have done.
That was just the start of it. Somehow a supposedly
intimate gathering had mushroomed, like a stew or a
cloud. All manner of strangers and sisters were
present. Some of them were famous. I won't name names,
but there was some important speculation about
Bulgarians in Newcastle, Danes in Sheffield, and
whether Roxy Music had sold out by the time of 'Street
Life'. I prefer 'More Than This' myself, a real
audiophile sell-out record. The one name I'll now name
was the raison d'etre of this whole bash: for the
Geezer, Miller turned up. What next - a visit from
Llaura Llew?
The geezer looks about 10 years younger than he is. I
wish I looked 10 years younger than he is. Carsmile
and others talked about sinister past and future. Just
think how young the geezer must have looked when
sinister began. Carsmile looked younger than yesterday
too, in his lean and hungry way. In fact, he looked
good. The geezer suggested that 'Big Stu' was a
significant figure in sinister history. Yes, it was a
long time ago, that much is clear.
The geezer once gave away, or lent, his copy of
RATTLESNAKES, and never asked for it back. Between you
and me, I couldn't believe his attitude or conceal my
concern. Down the elegant canyons of Regent Street,
under the lights of Piccadilly Circus as midnight
neared, I told him he needed to give Lloyd another
chance. Their lives have been somewhat parallel.
Meanwhile, an extensive debate was held about geezers
and their aesthetics. I don't think my editor realizes
what he has started. The Geezaesthetic manifesto is
promised within the next fortnight. I don't think that
the geezer Miller fits into Geezaesthetics: he belongs
to the comic tradition. Certain figures were declared
to be affiliated to geezerdom despite their own
doubts. Glamour was said to be like a hamster's wheel.
Today is the first picnic of the year. It's a pity I
can't attend. I haven't been to Brighton since the
1980s: or that's how it feels. Perhaps I have been
avoiding Julie Burchill, or Dean Wilkins.
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"You're as cold as ice!" Now I don't usually leave my workplace singing that
particular song, but I was prompted to do so yesterday. Once I'd got far enough
across our covered courtyard outside our offices to see that it was raining, I
got my umbrella out of my bag and put it up. I didn't realise, however, that it
was also very windy and inevitably it blew inside out. Now you would think that
this occurrence would've provoked a look of sympathy, or amusement, or
*something* on the faces of any onlookers, but a woman waiting for her lift who
must have seen me did not display a flicker of emotion at this point. Totally
impassive. The epitome of inscrutability. Weird.
So, B&S are being produced by Trevor Horn, then? It might work, like it did for
Frankie, Propaganda and TATU. Does anyone know what Trev is like to work with?
Well, Geoffrey Downes does for one. But what kind of reputation has he got in
the studio? Producers can sometimes be real martinets can't they.....I recall
Damon Albarn saying that Blur had once abandoned recording sessions with XTC's
Andy Partridge, likening his treatment of the band to that of a strict
headmaster. By now you're probably thinking, "Pshaw! There goes Hester, off
on one as usual, always thinking the worst. For all he knows Trevor Horn could
be a real sweetie, keeping Struan & co. supplied with cups of tea and digestive
biscuits".
Older does not necessarily mean wiser. Especially where drinking is
concerned....for last night was the night that Content Management (the name of
my department, with 'content' as a noun not an adjective) hit Cowley Road,
possibly the only street in Oxford where you just *can't* do a pub crawl
visiting every pub, so don't even try, silly. One of the hostelries we visited
was chock full of people from other departments of the company...sometimes I
wonder why we don't just order in a few crates of beer for the offices and not
bother with the moving about bit. Anyway, we eventually wound up queueing to
enter some dubious bar and chatting to some students from Kansas City who were
most impressed that I knew that their home town wasn't actually in Kansas. The
fact that I knew absolutely nothing else at all about the place didn't seem to
bother them in the slightest. Earlier in the day, at lunch, the Big Boss Man
had walk past our table yet again (must be third time in a week) and someone
said "I really *love* working here!" very loudly, in what is becoming a
tradition - maybe we should have a rota for it.
Big Stu I'm not sure Do They Know It's Christmas counts as one of the best songs
of the eighties. The best *intentions* maybe. And I don't often find myself
agreeing with Bono, but that "Thank God it's them instead of you" line is very
dubious....
Paul Arathoon, I'm not sure who the Glam Metal Detectives are, but it's a
tremendous name! Shame he didn't produce "I'm Horny, Horny, Horny" by whoever
it was (I'm sure someone will fill me in).
I hope those of you in Brighton today have/had a super time! Would have been
there myself were it not for various commitments which mean I have to remain
here in Oxford (shopping, convincing my girlfriend that she really does want to
keep going out with a cynical old drunkard, that kinda thing...)
Mark.
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/me looks around Brightly.
Hello Sinister!
Having just read about a weeks worth of posts, I decided I would chime in.
Big Stu said that the purpose of Sinister is to flirt with the opposite sex.
Bah! What would you want to do /that/ for when your own is ever so much more
interesting?
You know, you can SAY Girls rock all you want, but Boys rock at least as
hard. And sometimes they're Rock Hard, too. Boys don't have fiddly bits or
moodiness or Female Problems, as they say here in the South. They don't need
products sold with euphemisms or decorator colours.In conclusion, I like
boys.
Caleb Ben was sad that Mr Rogers died. I was, too. I watched his show all
the time and when I was little he was the only grown-up I knew who didn't
yell at me. Diana said she hoped he'd rest in peace. I think he already was
at peace. Of all the people I know, I'm sure he'd be first into heaven. By
popular demand.
[Mr Rogers was also the show, when I was three, where I learned that TV
programmes go on EVEN IF you turn the set off. That made me very unhappy at
the time.]
I was going to talk about the List on the List as well, but I've decided
it'd be much more amusing to make this statement and let others blow thier
minds trying to decide if it IS Talking on the List about the List.
Speaking of Lists, Kristin Idleberry set up a Net Ring called Pocketbook
Angel. You SHOULD already know this.
/me raps your knuckles sharply.
So why haven't more of you signed up yet? I expect Mass Transit to her site
so you can link yourself on.
Speaking of Sites, I'll hawk mine!
http://www.jaylemurph.blogspot.com
You can learn a new word a day, see how I successfully created my own
country one afternoon and read many interesting reviews.
This is BESIDES the sexy little Weatherpixie I have.
Right.
That's enough talk!
GayJay
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"The Posby falls into a Trance
In which it does a little Dance."
Edward Gorey
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i wasn't sure i'd heard right..
'you want to go WHERE?'
but, i believe in freedom. when it suits me. so i threw the poetry parrot
into the air, and watched it crash into nextdoor's conservatory.
i fetched it back again, removed the 'singing nun' costume, and allowed it
to leave, unsure of the wisdom of my actions.
---------------------------------------------------
an explanation...
it all started with the christmas card.
looked innocent enough. quite tasteful, even.. pvc envelope, wipe-clean
contents..
it was the message inside that did it..
'celebrating another year of superiority over you
xx
a.p. enterprises'
it took me a while to work out what 'a.p. enterprises' might be. i assumed,
quite sensibly, that it stood for 'anal pleasure'. until i saw the
postmark.
brighton.
the get
the get
the get
the scurrilous southern get....
i hadn't heard from ms playforth since i sent her a letterbomb disguised as
a 'hello kitty' meat cleaver and chainsaw set. i thought that had put an
end to things.
seemingly not. i immediately phoned up all of my HARDEST friends (no, not
in that sense) and took the train to brighton.
unfortunately, the little old lady from across the road couldn't make it, so
i was stuck with a man i found glue-sniffing at the bus stop, and err..
nobody else.
i didn't know what my plan was. perhaps i'd get him to glue
her to something... something inconvenient. like a volkswagen. THAT'd
teach her. i contemplated this, as he told me about the army of elephants
that he'd used to fight his wars in the past. he said his name was
hannibal.
i stared out of the window, and reflecte that this was what came of taking
drugs AND watching trash american tv..
at least it wasn't b.a. baracus.
i imagined Old Scurrilous staggering round brighton town, trying to look
cool and hep and swinging and fabbo, all the time with a small family
hatchback attached to her ear.
superiority.
'hello, i'm archel playforth, scurrilous southern get...
oh...this thing? its a stylish new form of ear ornamentation'
i could hear Them Laughing. and not, for once, at me..
----------------------------------------
best not to reflect on the past.
yesterday.
i found the parrot waiting on my steps yesterday night. poor thing.. it
looked thin, cold and wet. its feathers stuck out in all directions.. it
flashed those beady birdy eyes at me and croaked
'please....feed me.'
so, i took it in, and i fed it my finest Linda McCartney Sausage Rolls, and
gave it a nice cup of green tea.
half an hour later, it still looked rather ropey. it hadn't touched its
green tea. i decided it probably needed to be cheered up, perhaps with a
nice, rousing, sing-song:
'toast is burned
and you're coffee's co-old
and you leave
all the post
cos there's noth
ing but bills
again
home from work
put the tee-vee o-on
get your kicks watching'
'FOR GOD'S SAKE SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP, I CAN'T TAKE ANY MORE!'
the parrot rocked from side to side as it squawked. clearly, all that time
waiting for the pickle prince had affected its thought processes a little.
i felt so sad for the little thing. if a fine, note-perfect rendition of a
Cracknell Classic couldn't cheer it up, i began to despair that anything
ever could.
i felt so helpless...
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helpless..
that day in brighton..
30th december, 2002..
i probably shouldn't have left the glue-sniffer on his own for so long. he
said he had to be near the sea, to connect with something primal, to summon
his Powers. he stood on the end of the deserted pier, looking out to sea
and making wave motions with his hands.
it got very tedious. i went to 'saucy sue's sexy secret shop' and amused
myself with interestingly-shaped inflatable objects. i swear i thought
everything would be okay.
a nutter, on a pier... he'd be fine. nobody would bother him. they would
be too busy looking in the other direction and saying 'oh, don't say
anything miranda darling, that sort of northern scum is only encouraged by a
reaction from a sophisticated southern type.' or words to that effect. (the
same sort of thing they say about me, in sophisticated southern towns.
london, solihull, coventry, and the like..)
---
i heard them calling, far far away. i got to the pier in time to seem him
plunge into the water.
i don't know if elephants can swim. i couldn't bring myself to look.
evidently there had been too many of them. the old structure gave way. i
could hear them trumpeting, many miles out, floating away behind their
Master.
i still hear those calls, on the long nights, before i fall asleep.
i decided nobody would miss an old pier like that. it wasn't as if anyone
was using it. heading north, on the train, i reflected that it would
clearly take much more than an immortal eastern general and a horde of
elephants to defeat the power of...
The Southerner..
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god, ian, get over it. she won one. she has to win sometimes.
unfortunately, so far, it has been every time, but your day will come. oh
yes. your day will come.
the poetry parrot..
the poor little thing. i didn't know what to do. i put on 'the sound of
music'. that always cheers me up
HOW do you SOLVE a PROBlem like marIA?
HOW do you hold a MOONbeam in your HAND?
this clearly moved my favourite freshly-found feathered friend. it laughed
and laughed and laughed SO LOUD. it didn't stop for HOURS. then it started
screaming again. i considered putting the film back on, or singing again,
but every time i suggested this the parrot just squawked, and frantically
tried to flap its wings underneath the minature habit-and-halo set i had
generously allowed it to borrow.
good god, what had HAPPENED to the poor thing?
i stroked the scarlet plumage, i coo-ed softly in its ear.. i told it not to
be so negative. there's plenty of happiness in life. its a question of
knowing how, and where to look. and, mostly importantly, of remembering to
look at all.
there are many paths to happiness, they lie in -
and it screeched again:
'OKAY. NO MORE. the best way for you to cheer me up is to say nothing:
Philip Larkin - First Sight
Lambs that learn to walk in snow
When their bleating clouds the air
Meet a vast unwelcome, know
Nothing but a sunless glare.
Newly stumbling to and fro
All they find, outside the fold,
Is a wretched width of cold.
As they wait beside the ewe,
Her fleeces wetly caked, there lies
Hidden round them, waiting too,
Earth's immeasureable surprise.
They could not grasp it if they knew,
What so soon will wake and grow
Utterly unlike the snow.'
'the best way for you to cheer me up is to say nothing'.... i sat, and
pondered the words. clearly, my company is so marvellous that i don't even
need to speak to lift others to hitherto unknown levels of joy.
the parrot was so edified by our encounter that it decided it would spread
joy to the most unfortunate person it could think of. that must have been
the reason. that must have been why it headed south to brighton.
rachel playforth.. sender of superior messages, destroyer of sea-based
structures (indirectly, at least), purveyor of.......things that are
purveyed.
of course i could share some of my enlightenment with her.
i wasn't entirely sure, but i watched the little red blob as it faded into
the blueness above me. i only hoped that it could bring her something
edifying, something improving.
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earth's immeasurable surprise..
the world is coming back to life.
time to come back, with it. let go of the past. let the elephants float
away.
be happy, my little rays of
err..
rayishness.
flap around the world, squawking your poems, as only a sinister type can.
xx
ian
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well it's certainly been a long time since i posted last. i've started
reading my digests again and etta and i felt it was time to post a little
something ourselves. especially since we noticed that steven kado had
surfaced, etta and i felt a longing for some of the old toronto
sinisterines...that and i found my strangefruit pins the other day.
the main inspiration for posting as i've been listening to b&s at work a lot
lately. i work at the starbucks out here in my little suburban hell and the
sound system is a rather old one. and anyone else who works at starbucks
knows that the music is rather quite controlled if you have the cd player.
luckily my store has the old cassette tape configuration and we're able to
listen to any tape that's ever been made for starbucks. there is one tape,
from around when twattybus came out that has quite a few b&s songs on it.
(contemporary grind III)i've been playing it quite a lot lately and it's
made my work a little more hospitable. the only drawback is i sing along
with it and my customers are looking at me a little more oddly than usual.
(it seems they don't see very many homo's in these parts either, who knew.)
okay, well that's my little bit. etta wants to say something as well, but
she's a cat and can't type. she's now just content with curling up in my
lap.
see you all around in #sinister...
a.
the early bird get's the worm but the second mouse gets the cheese... }:>
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+-+ "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 +-+
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Sadly, I can confirm that (as far as I know) Stuart M and Stuart D started
out as Rhode Island. How I know this pathetic piece of pedantary I really
don't want to know. *shoots self*.
*misses*
Anyways...B&S play a gig in glamourous glasow which I won't be able to grace
with my presence due to many reasons not least my current unwillingness to
travel north of the Watford Gap.
They are soooo selfish. why can't they play in my living room? it's sooooo
unfair. Who cares about Glasgow? it's so unimportant. my living room is much
more important so they should play there. Where will they play next? Some
one horse town like Barcelona? *TSK*
I shall have to console myself with all of my Velvet Underground records and
Will Self books.
I saw some sinister people in a pub last thursday but I as they were
arriving I was leaving to spend an hour or two on the tube which is my new
favourite game. thanks to Ken Livingstone.
I'm looking forward to the new record. Especially given Trevor Horn's
involvment with: (I've capitalised the ones I would like to influence the
new record)
Act, ABC, Marc Almond, The Art Of Noise, Band Aid, PATO BANTON, BARRY
MANILOW, Boyzone, Cher, DOLLAR, Esquire, Bryan Ferry, The Frames D.C.,
Frankie Goes To Hollywood, Gabrielle, THE GLAM METAL DETECTIVES, Godley &
Creme, Inga Humpe, Grace Jones, Tom Jones, Lomax, Max, PAUL MCCARTNEY,
Malcolm McLaren, Nasty Rox Inc., Mike Oldfield, Pet Shop Boys, Anne Pigalle,
Propaganda, Public Demand, Terry Reid, Seal, Simple Minds, SPANDAU BALLET,
Rod Stewart, Tina Turner, Wendy & Lisa. And more recently TATU so did their
rather good version of How Soon is Now. It should make for an interesting
and progressive (not prog) record.
for all of your Trevor Charkes Horn needs: http://www.trevor-horn.de/
p.
>From: Ian Watson <ianwatsonuk(a)btinternet.com>
>Reply-To: Ian Watson <ianwatsonuk(a)btinternet.com>
>To: <sinister(a)missprint.org>
>Subject: Re: Sinister: Given A Voice
>Date: Fri, 28 Feb 2003 14:25:28 +0000
>
>
>I could be wrong, but weren't Belle & Sebastian called Rhode Island before
>they settled on the current name?
>
>Just thought you might like to know that, Diane. Good name, even if they
>weren't.
>
>
>
> > From: Mayfly5502(a)aol.com
> > Reply-To: Mayfly5502(a)aol.com
> > Date: Thu, 27 Feb 2003 23:43:29 EST
> > To: sinister(a)missprint.org
> > Subject: Sinister: Given A Voice
> >
> > Hi Sinister.
> > I am new to the list and a few weeks ago I was given my voice (thank you
>Miss
> > Honey!) after reading everything you all have had to say. It has all
>been
> > very interesting and I will not deliberately commit list abuse. I'm an
>18
> > year old female from the little state of Rhode Island in the US. I wish
>I
> > could be as close to B&S as some of you are. :( I first discovered the
> > lovely B&S one afternoon in January of 1997 when I wanted to test out a
>new
> > band I had never heard of. So I picked up Tigermilk and instantly fell
>in
> > love. Ever since then...I have been as much a devoted fan as possible.
>All
> > of you seem like great people and I look forward to being a part of such
>a
> > great community. Thanks for taking the time to read this! Hope
>everyone has
> > a good night.
> > Very sad about Mr. Rogers...great man. May his soul rest in peace.
> > -Diane
> > p.s I wish I could have the pleasure of seeing B&S in Glasgow.... :(
> >
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> > +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000
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> > +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001
>+-+
> > +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa
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> +-+ "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 +-+
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