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Sinister: THAT NME interview part ii
by Andrew.Dean＠bull.co.uk 17 Apr '98

17 Apr '98

that looked ok. second part then. BELLE & SEBASTIAN ARE both busy and prone to indecision As such, when we pull up in front of the Grosvenor Cafe in Glasgow's West End (the apocryphal starting point for the band, and, oh yes, Del Amitri's local), we can't be sure who will be there. One thing's for certain, it won't be guitarist Stevie Jackson. We've just seen him marching oft in the opposite direction. Nor will it be the man responsible for all their songs to date bar one. Stuart Murdoch has now officially stopped doing interviews altogether, lest he overshadows the rest of the band. These days, the talking is done by whoever feels like it (which normally isn't anyone, but today consists of drummer Richard Colburn and bassist Stuart David). Or at least, that's the idea. Actually, we only get both for about 30 seconds. Having posed for a few photos (which won't come out because this is a particularly dingy cafe'), Richard hurries oft to check his car, which is parked on a double yellow line. This leaves us with Stuart, his friend. and not much time. The friend is Neil Robertson; sometime manager, aspiring bassist and provider of moral support in the face of tricky questioning. As soon as we reach the table, he turns his tape recorder on. Or rather, he tries to. Unfortunately, his batteries are dead, so his plan for keeping a thorough check on NME fizzles out disappointingly. Stuart, meanwhile, has already started complaining. "We don't ask to be interviewed," he rambles irritably. "I don't know if our press officer goes looking for them, but we certainly don't ask him to. We're not out to get that sort of publicity. "Having said that, I don't mind having my picture taken, it's just I don't want to go out of my way. I've got a lot of things to do this afternoon, I've got some important shopping to do. I don't want to spend any more time on band duties for a couple of weeks." Stuart falls silent and Neil flashes him a reassuring glance: it'll be OK. It's worth rioting that we haven't actually asked a question yet. Fearful of what will happen if we do, we politely enquire as to why they object so much to interviews. "Everyone in the band likes a good interview," smiles Stuart, "but there are so many more bad ones than good ones, we all got fed up with doing them." Is that why Stuart (Murdoch) Stopped talking to the press? "No, I think he just stopped because of pressure from some people in the band who didn't like him getting all the attention. I personally think he should fake more responsibility for his creative role. The rest of us only know how the band operates, why we do it and what our own input is, only he knows what he's actually trying to say in his songs and what he does it for." The utter pointlessness of this conversation flashes briefly before us. Fortunately, with the time at 2.30pm, and with only another three-and-a-half hours to go until the shops close for the day, Stuart David makes his apologies and disappears out of the door in search of his important shopping. He is immediately replaced by the ever genial Richard who, having avoided a possible traffic violation, now wishes to take us to a nearby studio to meet up with the rest of the band, some 0 whom may even be in the mood for light conversation. There is even talk of "photographic opportunities"... third and final part in two shakes of a lamb's tail andy ----------------------------------------------------------------------- . This message was brought to you by the Sinister mailing list. . To send to the list please mail "sinister(a)majordomo.net". . For subscribing, unsubscribing and other list information please see . http://www.majordomo.net/sinister . For questions about how the list works mail owner-sinister(a)majordomo.net . Listen, this is pish, I think I'll leave -----------------------------------------------------------------------

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Sinister: THAT NME interview
by Andrew.Dean＠bull.co.uk 17 Apr '98

17 Apr '98

you know, the one from november, the dreadful one. i don't think it was ever posted here. anyway, i've just scanned and ocr-ed it and i'm now posting it for your reading pleasure... i'll do the first part now and see what it looks like via email (i've a feeling it'll look dreadful) and post the rest if it's ok and fiddle with it beforehand if it isn't... anyway, enjoy... Their singer is the mild-mannered janitor of his local church hall. The rest of the band (six in all) have never been pictured together. In a year-and-a-half, they've only managed to play 15 gigs. By rights, no-one should ever have heard of them. Yet last week, they were invited on Top Of The Pops. This is the story of Belle & Sebastian; a Glaswegian group borne from obsession who now inspire devotion among thousands; a phenomenon comparable only to the advent of The Smiths in the mid-'80s; and a collection of seven of the most contrary and secretive people ever to make it into the Top 40. The origins of their success can be traced to the slight form of Stuart Murdoch, a 29-year-old ex-choirboy and one-time boxer, who'd always dreamed of starting a band. In January 1996, after years spent leaving hopeful notes scrawled in the windows of music shops, he succeeded: Belle & Sebastian were formed, and, two months later, 'Tigermilk' (a debut album limited to 1,000 copies and financed by the local college) found its way on to national radio. 'Tigermilk' was a record that took everybody by surprise: a debut album that combined the urban romance of the Tindersticks with the brittle folk of Nick Drake; a wrenching collection of songs riddled with quiet humour and failed love; and an outsider's Bible that addressed an audience long since neglected. From the outset, Belle & Sebastian were different: Murdoch wrote all the songs but was reluctant to be interviewed and absolutely refused to be photographed (as did most of the band). As a result, they were forced to issue a series of perverse press shots of cuddly toys and 'playful' car-crash mock-ups. This on its own was enough to fuel imaginations, and their next album 'If You're Feeling Sinister' went on to sell over 15,000 copies. Since then, a series of EPs have propelled them to even greater heights of popularity, culminating in their current release (the '3... 6... 9 Seconds Of Light' EP) making the Top 40. All this time, NME has been desperately striving to interview them, only to be rebuffed at every turn. Seemingly, Belle & Sebastian were a principled anomaly, mavericks in the carefully-marketed world of modern music. Then we met them... ok, more this afternoon i guess... cheers andy koogydelbbog(a)yahoo.com ----------------------------------------------------------------------- . This message was brought to you by the Sinister mailing list. . To send to the list please mail "sinister(a)majordomo.net". . For subscribing, unsubscribing and other list information please see . http://www.majordomo.net/sinister . For questions about how the list works mail owner-sinister(a)majordomo.net . Listen, this is pish, I think I'll leave -----------------------------------------------------------------------

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RE: Sinister: Jay Kay
by Johnston, John CT 17 Apr '98

17 Apr '98

Chris from Cambridge wrote >No B&S dreams - in fact no B&S content - but my housemate is very proud of >a dream he once had where Jamiroquai were doing a concert in his garage. Reminds me of a dream I had when I was playing Tennis against Goran Ivanisevic (the Turbo Croat!) in my garden. We had the full Wimbledon set-up, umpire, line judges, ball boys etc. I remember Goran was serving from the end nearest the house and I obviously wasn't getting anywhere near returning them but I kept thinking "I'm a plucky Brit-going-out-in-the-first-round - I'm going to be on Grandstand..." It was part of a string of odd sports dreams I had when doing my finals. The weirdest was a cross country race which had a staggered start from where the golf ball you drove off with landed. I was winning until near the end when I took a wrong turning (psychoanalysts on yer marks...). I remember the winner ran barefoot and he'd spent the night sleeping on the stones at Stonehenge. Gladstone Small - 2 surnames and no neck - but devastating comming in off the full run. Hello to all Glasgow picknickers - I'll try and be there for as long as I can but I've got to go back south on Saturday but I'd like to say hello at least xx john > ----------------------------------------------------------------------- . This message was brought to you by the Sinister mailing list. . To send to the list please mail "sinister(a)majordomo.net". . For subscribing, unsubscribing and other list information please see . http://www.majordomo.net/sinister . For questions about how the list works mail owner-sinister(a)majordomo.net . Listen, this is pish, I think I'll leave -----------------------------------------------------------------------

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Sinister: Jay Kay
by Chris 17 Apr '98

17 Apr '98

No B&S dreams - in fact no B&S content - but my housemate is very proud of a dream he once had where Jamiroquai were doing a concert in his garage. C. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- . This message was brought to you by the Sinister mailing list. . To send to the list please mail "sinister(a)majordomo.net". . For subscribing, unsubscribing and other list information please see . http://www.majordomo.net/sinister . For questions about how the list works mail owner-sinister(a)majordomo.net . Listen, this is pish, I think I'll leave -----------------------------------------------------------------------

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Sinister: Splatford to Lower Dean
by Adrian Evans 17 Apr '98

17 Apr '98

Tim Hopkins wrote : >Um, what else? Travelled from Rugby to Lincoln at the weekend in search >of a football game which never was. Arse. Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Haw Haw Haw Haw Tee Hee Hee Hee Coo Hoo Hoo Hoo. -- ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I have not got child-bearing hips.....alright ? Adrian Evans ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ----------------------------------------------------------------------- . This message was brought to you by the Sinister mailing list. . To send to the list please mail "sinister(a)majordomo.net". . For subscribing, unsubscribing and other list information please see . http://www.majordomo.net/sinister . For questions about how the list works mail owner-sinister(a)majordomo.net . Listen, this is pish, I think I'll leave -----------------------------------------------------------------------

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Sinister: Ink polaroids - better late than never
by Anne Ward 17 Apr '98

17 Apr '98

Hello I've been lurking on the list for some time and figured I should probably say something at last. A picture says a thousand words so here's a shot from Saturday night. It's taken at the Art School so it's a bit dark. Keith is quite subdued and unable to shake his shammy due to a serious dancing injury. This obviously pains him and you can see the joy on all our faces when Born to be Wild crashes through the speakers and he gets his air guitar out to rule again. Tag would be proud of him. Trousers is flanked by twins, one of whom is taking him through all the moves from Land of 1,000 Dances, one by one. They're only at number 3, and it's hard to tell if it's the Pony or the Monkey. I'm looking pensive because I'm counting the celebrity lookalikes and wondering if there are enough for a Brian Jones v Richard Ashcroft five-a-side tournament. I come to the conclusion that there are and wonder who would win. That's it for now. Yours, Anne xxx ----------------------------------------------------------------------- . This message was brought to you by the Sinister mailing list. . To send to the list please mail "sinister(a)majordomo.net". . For subscribing, unsubscribing and other list information please see . http://www.majordomo.net/sinister . For questions about how the list works mail owner-sinister(a)majordomo.net . Listen, this is pish, I think I'll leave -----------------------------------------------------------------------

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Sinister: ink-ay olaroid-pay
by petula 17 Apr '98

17 Apr '98

Peeps, Having to do without IRC tonight as I'm having the most damning pooter problems in the whole wide world <insert childish whining here>, so I'm forced to settle for some old fashioned email and relate an e-snap that was taken late last night... It's 1 am and I'm sitting in the wicker chair on my front porch, dressed in my penguin flannel pyjamas and the white cardigan that my gran made me before she passed away. See, I couldn't sleep, as I'd been a bundle of nerves all day trying to sort out a nasty bureaucratic error in my college application. According to their computer records I'd FAILED the laughably easy english essay that was to sift the chaff from the straw so to speak. Yeah, I noticed my hair's sticking up, thanks! But anyhow, after tossing and turning for ages I'd decided to take my walkman and sit outside for a while. 'Cos the street was MINE at that hour, all still and heavy with the scent of forsythia, and B&S singing in my ears. My own private concert. I do have a slight smile, and that's because the little lamp in our lawn was casting that late night glow that made even a girl in her silly pyjamas feel like Jean Harlow. I remember, the air had a warm humidity to it that made my heart go mush with pleasant thoughts of those dates in high school where you were both too broke to do much besides go for coffee and walk around for hours, until it was 2 am and you KNEW you'd get a romantic kiss good night and then run inside giggling to yourself, grabbing the cat and making it hug you when all it wanted was a midnight snack. And aren't those the best kinds of dates anyhow? Soon enough, I felt my eyelids drooping and returned to bed. Little did I know that the next day, the college bureaucrats who had been so snide the day before would be tripping over themselves to apologise for their error, which had marked my essay as failing instead of 85%. elisa xo (listening to ennio morricone's 'la moda' at the moment) p.s. pardon the crap pig latin, I'm sure it's all wrong! P.P.S. Sometimes it's better to be loved than it is to love... (this is from a Sandy Posey song I was listening to earlier) ----------------------------------------------------------------------- . This message was brought to you by the Sinister mailing list. . To send to the list please mail "sinister(a)majordomo.net". . For subscribing, unsubscribing and other list information please see . http://www.majordomo.net/sinister . For questions about how the list works mail owner-sinister(a)majordomo.net . Listen, this is pish, I think I'll leave -----------------------------------------------------------------------

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Sinister: I've hoovered, polished & tidied -- But I still haven't cleaned the , fridge.
by Rod Begbie 17 Apr '98

17 Apr '98

Greetings PopChums! Ho-hum... finals are drawing closer, so I haven't been in at the Inertnet for a while. Hey! Ho! And, indeed, let's go... On Fri, 10 Apr 1998, Johnston, John CT wrote: > Genevieve - please don't get a tattoo at least not of anybody's name. > The coolest tattoo I've ever heard of was a 'friend of a friend' who had > a tattoo on his toe. It said "toe". How cool is that?? Perhaps you could > get 'bum' tattooed on your bum - that'd be great. I knew someone who had an eye tatooed onto each bumcheek. His party piece was to invite girls to kiss him between the eyes, then drop his keks. Lovely fellow. Answered to the name of "Yeti". On Fri, 10 Apr 1998, Alan Prior wrote: > ok, i'm just watching Top of the Pops Which is getting it's umpteenth revamp in the summer. Ho-hum. Does anyone watch TOTP just for the theme tune? And wasn't that Jo Whiley thing cack last night? > Please don't anyone start accusing me of being ageist i just think people > should know when to stop, ie. after they've reached their peak (did Daniel > O'Donnel have one?) and shouldn't keep flogging a dead horse The bus I get home goes past the Edinburger Playhouse. Last summer, there was a queue outside for *four* days of Daniel O'Donnell fans waiting for tickets of their beloved. They had deckchairs out and banners and posters and it was truly terrifying. They were all ladies "of a certain age". Fashion Tip: Legging are *not* (I repeat, *NOT*) flattering. Especially if your arse is already brushing the pavement. Hmmm... Upcoming Shows at the Playhouse: Yes, Roy "Chubby" Brown, a Queen tribute band, and Gary Barlow. Let's just bomb the f---ing building now and be done with it. (Actually, let's not bother.. "Sesame Street's Let Be Friends" is on in a fortnight) > can you guess that i'm ever so slightly bored? as i've previously said, > there are sooo many ways of avoiding studying...think i'll go and gaze out > the window for a while. although eastenders is on soon... These exams are costing me a fortune, cause I keep on going out for walks, and since I don't smoke any more, I tend to just walk to the supermarket/ corner shop/all night garage and buy some Pringles or cookies or Cup-A-Soups or whatever, whether I need them or not. What is the point of "croutons" in Cup-A-Soups? They just get in the way and make the soup difficult to drink. On Sun, 12 Apr 1998, Jim Nisbet wrote: > Did anyone else see the compilation of bands from 'Don't Look Down' on > Scottish Television last Thursday night/Friday morning? One of them was shown a couple of new years ago. I got in at some unsuitable hour, switched on the telly, and proceeded to shout "F---ing hell! It's Urusei Yatsura" at some of the comatose bodies curled up in sleeping bags on the carpet. I wasn't terribly popular after that. On Mon, 13 Apr 1998, Sarah wrote: > hmm, other topic, i used to obsessed with buyng the maker, just for a > few writers, sorry to say it, but then they stopped writing, the SPICE > GIRLS popped up on the front cover, i've given up cos my olf favey paper > turne into Smash Hits. NO, reading Smash hits is NOT soofunny and > ironic, its being a sad tosser. Smash Hits *was* very good until about 18 months ago. Mark Sutherland (now editor of Melody Maker, and a damn fine writer) was their "King of Indie" and the quirky sense of humour of the magazine made for entertaining reading. Then the editor left (to edit Sky) and a dopey bitch Mirror showbiz writer took over, and the whole thing lost direction totally. I mean, pick up a copy of the Hits now, and compare it to the Hits of old. The days of "Crap Joke Corner" and "Professor Trevor Clevertrousers" and "The Nosey-Parker Interview". It just ain't the same. MS's replacement as indie writer, Ben Knowles, is also working on the Maker now, I notice. FWIW, IPC's mission statement for the two papers is to separate the readership of the inkies. NME will be aimed at an older audience, whereas the Maker will become a kind of half-way point for teenagers who want to be seen with a "credible" music mag, but find the NME a bit too far leftfield. 'strue. On Tue, 14 Apr 1998, The Boy With The X-Ray Eyes! wrote: > On the subject of people with 2 surnames, when I was about 6 i had a > freind called Campbell Steele, as my name is colin campbell, we decided > that if we ever got married he would be called campbell campbell! > cool, huh. I met someone called "Campbell Bell", who was generally known as "Camp Bellbell". 'strue. On Thu, 16 Apr 1998, poetryplace2 wrote: > Indeed. I was intrigued to read the "great" Douggie Coupland debate between > Ruth "No I'm a boy really" McCurry and Alan "No, really, it's Debbie" > Prior. What are the chances of that happening, eh? And finally, my useful hint for the day... If you're wanting technical advice in a support newsgroup, post using a girl's name. You get about 20 times more responses. rosie xxx -- sent with a big sloppy kiss from _ _ __ ___ ___(_) ___ | '__/ _ \/ __| |/ _ \ | | | (_) \__ \ | __/ |_| \___/|___/_|\___| xxx ----------------------------------------------------------------------- . This message was brought to you by the Sinister mailing list. . To send to the list please mail "sinister(a)majordomo.net". . For subscribing, unsubscribing and other list information please see . http://www.majordomo.net/sinister . For questions about how the list works mail owner-sinister(a)majordomo.net . Listen, this is pish, I think I'll leave -----------------------------------------------------------------------

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by The Boy With The X-Ray Eyes! 16 Apr '98

16 Apr '98

Me again,hello. Cheerleading, indeed. A reliable source has informed me that while she was cheerleader for her high school football (american) team, in canada, one of the roles the cheerleading squad would undertake, to give the boys a "pep" was to give them blow jobs when required. I was just wondering that as you are the sinisterines, would you give us lot blow jobs or save them for the band? On a less messy note, the veiw from the fourth floor of edinburgh university library, is amazing, especially today when the pentlands were all covered in snow. Lovely sunset too. I wish I could have a B&S dream, but alas no, I did once dream about the verve though, I was following them around, but got distracted when supergrass walked by followed by most of the girls I have ever fancied, then when I went to get there autographs I looked in my bag to get a pen , and when I looked up they were gone and I woke up. It is indeed cruel the way that Campbell can be split into 2, Camp and Bell. At the moment I am chewing a cotton bud that I have previously used to clean my ears with, only not the cotton bits. I have also drunk tooo much coffeee resulting in what you have just read. bye the Camp Bell. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- . This message was brought to you by the Sinister mailing list. . To send to the list please mail "sinister(a)majordomo.net". . For subscribing, unsubscribing and other list information please see . http://www.majordomo.net/sinister . For questions about how the list works mail owner-sinister(a)majordomo.net . Listen, this is pish, I think I'll leave -----------------------------------------------------------------------

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Sinister: Re:Gender bending - The Happy Death of Robert McTaggart
by Alan Prior 16 Apr '98

16 Apr '98

Message text written by "poetryplace2" >Indeed. I was intrigued to read the "great" Douggie Coupland debate between Ruth "No I'm a boy really" McCurry and Alan "No, really, it's Debbie" Prior. What are the chances of that happening, eh?< Bah, foiled again...knew i couldn't fool supersleuth Trousers for too long. Yes indeed, my true name is actually Alan and i am a moustachoid, balding, middle-aged accountant from sussex. Indeed, i only joined this list in the first place so i could delight in off-list chats with nubile young lasses like the luscious, yet slightly deranged, Sarah. And i would've gotten away with it too, if it weren't for you pesky kids.... damn you, Flash Gordon (or should i say, 'Trousers'), "Debbie" (pah! yous don't deserve any love or kisses today...) "Some days you just can't get rid of a bomb!" - Batman ----------------------------------------------------------------------- . This message was brought to you by the Sinister mailing list. . To send to the list please mail "sinister(a)majordomo.net". . For subscribing, unsubscribing and other list information please see . http://www.majordomo.net/sinister . For questions about how the list works mail owner-sinister(a)majordomo.net . Listen, this is pish, I think I'll leave -----------------------------------------------------------------------

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