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Sinister: more *v*nt g*rd* wallpaper
by Kieran Devaney 27 Oct '02

27 Oct '02

Dear Sinister, This morning when I got into the shower it was 9am, when I left the shower it was 8:45am. I know what youre thinking thats a really long shower! But seriously, far from being some kind of Tardis (half the time the showers here arent even decent enough to transport me to cleanliness, let alone elsewhere) or similar time travelling device, the showers were not to blame for my temporal shift, and neither was I. But dont worry, Im not about to rewrite the lyrics to a popular Belles tune and refit them to the problematic experience of the onset of Daylight Savings Time (although La Pastie de la BST - no). You see, every week here theres a pub quiz, and Im usually quite good on the music questions, I take part just to be sociable (you might like to put that into inverted commas) you understand but a couple of weeks ago one of the questions was Who was the original guitarist with the group Suede? Now I thought that pretty much everyone knew that Justine Frishmann had been in Suede very early on, playing guitar, before she departed to form Elastica. You might say that Justine was Suedes original guitarist. Put that down. But apparently not not knowing their pop, the writers of the quiz thought that boring old Bernard Butler was correct. This is what I have to put up with. Worse still, the people I was with took it as fact that *I* was wrong think outside of the box, guys, think outside of the box. Speaking of which, where does irony start and finish? Its not that important actually. Cliff Richards Millennium Prayer for example, played by a professed Christian at high volume in between Hot Stuff (that might not be the title actually, and I dont know the artist/artistes but the song from The Full Monty anyway) and Eye of The Tiger (again! Fucks sake) ironic or not? Cut to Friday. I am in bed reading; its just gone nine in the evening Malone Dies incidentally, by Beckett, worth taking a look at. Oh Lord. Actually before that theres something else. Cut to a week or so before that, a Wednesday in the afternoon. I am sitting in a philosophy seminar trying to defend Mark Rothko well, um, actually if you look at how the pieces progress in series and you see how his use of, er, colour moves from bright tones and contrasts to the almost exclusive monochrome works of his later life and how his canvasses got slowly smaller and stuff then, er, I think you *can* discern something about his life he wasnt getting any happier really. Er, yeah oh, Ill just get rid of whoever this is. Having spent the past three or more years decrying mobile phones (thats cell phones to our American cousins - my hat goes off to you all), and having been finally persuaded to bring one out to Sheffield with me (my family likes them enough to have spares even), and having found it surprisingly, almost irritatingly useful whilst here, despite resolving never to take it out with me here I was with it ringing in the middle of a lesson. In short, I had turned into everything I hate. Dear. But let me explain I had had two people over the previous evening, who had slept on my floor. I had to get up for a lecture in the morning, but rather than turf them out at such an ungodly hour (i.e. one in the morning they arent morning people), I thought they could leave when they wanted and give me the key back later in the day. But how? Oh phone me when youre ready Which meant I had to take the phone out with me, not being used to having it about my person I neglect to switch it off before the seminar etc etc. Still. In said seminar there is someone called Luna and someone Called Tristian good names all. Luna asked me where I got my pink tshirt from, and said that she liked it. The north is like that. Ha ha the north. Oh, no Im not going to get into any stereotypes about shitpit northern sink estates or people being friendlier but if I count up the amount of sartorial compliments Ive had whilst in Sheffield (four!) with the amount I had in Birmingham (one) this year then Sheffield wins by a mile and Ive only been here a few weeks. Two girls stopped me on the street to say that they liked the beads I was wearing; Ill show them to you sometime, pink and purple hearts. They were fifteen though, and one of them had a skateboard. Why arent you in school? Anyway I was reading, it was Friday evening, I wasnt going anywhere, and the phone goes. I thought about not telling you for a minute there, it isnt all that interesting. It was my brother: Im in town, its absolutely pissing it down here, Im stood in the Phones 4U shop doorway, I cant find anyone.. So you thought youd ring me? I told you it wasnt that interesting I suggested he should go home, after he ran through all the possible places his friends could be and werent and the call ended with him actually spotting his friends, shouting ALRIGHT LADS! and hanging up. Actually thats an interesting internet protocol thing (not as in the ISP type of protocol netiquette if you will), if I indicate that someone is shouting by saying shouting do I still need to put the shouted phrase in caps? It loses some of its impact if I do. Funny that. Hey, I was just listening to Pulps Help the Aged thinking back to, I guess, last year when Pulp played John Peels fifty years in broadcasting party, a ripple of laughter running through the audience when Jarvis dedicates it to John. Awww. But then theres a bit in the chorus: No big deal/So give us all a feel. And I thought itd be nice if he wouldve sung: No big deal/So listen to John Peel. A chance missed. Ive decided I like Pulp a bit more than I used to, actually, I might run to buying the earlier albums (which I think have been recently reissued) even, if only so I can say things like: Jarvis appearance on Stars in their Eyes was his Urinal, and almost as important without any real justification. Why do some trees lose their leaves and others not? I dont want the biological explanation either, make something up. Hm. Did I ever tell you about the time my aunt taught me transcendental meditation? I probably have, I cant check the archives on this computer though. Its a good story, Ill leave it for another time. Ok, well it appears as though nobody in Sheffield wants to meet me at the moment, but thats fair enough. I could give a lengthy list of reasons detailing why that is, in which the fault never lies with me, but rather with circumstance or obligation etc, but that wouldnt make for great reading. On the other hand several people said nice things after my previous post, including Hannah Brown, who has sampled first hand my professed conversational ineptitude and yet still offers kind words thats dedication isnt quite the word, something close to it though shift F7 devotion, commitment, enthusiasm, keenness, perseverance, allegiance, ardour, loyalty for you. Hm. According to Microsoft Word twee isnt a word. Its come up here with the red underline, indicating that I am somewhat in error. Well ha ha ha. On the subject of Belle and Sebastian oh, yeah, I really like the idea of avant-garde wallpaper by the way, though I have a feeling it would involve stapling actual real life in the flesh roses to your wall; is that even possible? Too late in the year to try, isnt it? In Birmingham, I might have told you this before, the bus that I get into town, either the 96 or the 97 goes down a long duel carriageway, along which are planted several trees which in the course of growing have jutted foliage out into the road. Now youve probably had the slightly unsettling experience of being on a bus which brushes past overarching branches the disturbing ripping and scratching sounds as the wood scrapes along the side of the bus and springs back into place. Imagine though, what would happen if buses, about five every hour during peak time and a few more besides came into contact with those branches the tree couldnt take it, and eventually a bus shaped hole would be worn away, a negative of a rectangular double-decker side and roof. Well, and you mightve seen this one coming, thats exactly what has happened on the duel carriageway I mentioned above. Not just to one tree either, but lots, on both sides of the road. I wonder if anyone else has ever noticed it. Perhaps. Its interesting. And sad, profoundly sad, sad in a way that I cant even come close to describing. Ill show you them sometime perhaps youll just say: This is how things are. I dont mind. This is bitty. Where was I? Oh yes, the similarities between Belle and Sebastian and Boards of Canada thematic and musical, look out for them. What else, what else? The Sinister tape tree! Remember that? Hardly anyone has spoken of it on list, other than regarding boring admin and so on, so Ill put in a good word. I must admit that I approached said tree with some trepidation (for your delectation now I shall overwork the tree metaphor to the point of collapse), because it seemed that it was a tree, as it were, arboretum - a forest, a copse perhaps of similar trees indie trees. See, if Belle and Sebastian are a big tree in the forest of indie, with lots of similarly minded, though not nearly half as nice trees growing nearby, oh I wont sully them with the names of the actual bands they represent, you know what Im on about, but there they are. Its a nice forest, plenty of shade and so forth, but you wouldnt exactly want to live there not when there are other nice forests just round the corner with various different trees, conifers I think (aside: if this were not just half hearted, which musical genre would be the non-deciduous; that is the evergreen?), and other more exotic strains. Cacti. And so forth. See, I worried that the branches of the tape tree would all be taken from those saplings that had sprung up from the windfalls of the Belles tree and grown in its shade. Happily this is not the case, cross fertilisation is abound the tapes I have so far received have, whilst remaining fairly true to the indie, er, genus, that is species, not been afraid to dally with seeds and cuttings taken from as far afield as, well, quite far afield. Lets just say that youd have to climb right to the top of the Belle and Sebastian tree to see trees that far away and that you cant see quite so far from the top of chez T*mp**l*n. Take that however. For my own twig of the tape tree, though actually now I think about it there are two, a tape and a CD, which is Im sure currently providing entertainment to someone, somewhere I selected flora which often grows just against the walls of the indie forest (walled forest isnt a nice image, but its one Im prepared to play with would I better say hedges or fences?), but on the other side so that it is not quite of the indie soil but is close, close. And also some stuff which isnt close at all, but I thought would be of interest to the average b&s fan. And just looking at the tracklist for the tape there is some stuff on it which is pretty indie. So there you go. But what I also wanted to say was that its nice to be so connected whether the tapes are just chucked together or minutely constructed through a series of graphs and charts there is a bigger sense of personality and internal logic to them that goes beyond just the songs in the order that theyre in. Is tape maker A trying to affirm what I like about indie, perhaps even to show me what I dislike about it, are they trying to create discord, to attack the status quo, to attack Status Quo? Which leads me back to my own tape and the CD, and I think: Was I saying This is the kind of stuff you should be listening to as well as the Belles or This is the kind of stuff I listen to as well as the Belles? It seems like an important difference, but lets not exaggerate it too much. The tape, Id say, of the two, reflects my taste better though I did make it much more recently. But lets not dwell on it too much. Um, so. Well actually this really fascinated me when I first started reading Sinister I shall extend the tree metaphor yet further, are we, the peoples of Sinister like the above cited saplings, growing around the mighty tree of Belle and Sebastian, feeding off it and waxing as it waxes, waning ditto. Or are we branches of one tree, the band, us the whole shebang? Which seems more appropriate? Ill let you ponder that one. I.e. what is the lists relationship with the band? I ask because even when new songs, new albums are released there seems to be very little in the way of close dissection of the meaning or relevance of the songs. I dont mean this at all as a criticism (in some ways its actually a blessing), indeed it would seem to be a recurring feature of fansites and mailing lists that when fans of bands get together there seems to be very little analysis. Perhaps this follows you think, everyone likes the band, where is the source of debate? But consensus on a band being good does not at all equal consensus on which bits are good and why. What is Stuart getting at in, say, I Could be Dreaming? Really. Really really really. I kind of want to take a stab at it, I know Ive gone on enough already and most people have stopped reading by now. Or perhaps Im just mildly deprecating to fish for yet more compliments Are you still reading? doesnt quite tally, does it? So I wont, I honestly just plucked that song out of the air, but its quite a good one to pick apart, mixed images and so forth. Have a go if you like. Perhaps its something to do with the rock vs. academia dichotomy, that whole Youre just killing the music by over-analysis, maaaan schtick. Perhaps. Similarly, in the way that this train of thought seems to be circular, viz I dont want to make feel obliged to discuss songs as they would Hamlet if they dont want to, Id be interested in reading stuff like that, but who wants to write it? Some people do, there are a couple of excellent pieces about b&s dotted about on the internet, but again I dont want to guide the list into waters it isnt familiar with (hubris indeed there, people will do as they like Kieran, not as you instruct them). More circularity. Like a Venn-diagram. Round one more time? Ok. Conclusions from last weeks philosophy seminar (not mine): Free Jazz isnt music. Music has rules. John Cages 4:33 = The Emperors New Clothes (I owe Dave Q of ILM fame for my Thinking youre being fooled by an artist = philistinism rebut, which is more or less all I said that day). Westlife and Shakira are talentless rubbish. You have to have an objective standard of quality in order to discuss things rationally. Enough. Just as this post started this morning when I got out of the shower fifteen minutes earlier than I had got in (I doctored the numbers, you know, for the sake of elegance it may have been more 9:03 when I got in, more 8:41 when I got out. Forgive me) were this yesterday then, as the time clicks over 11pm it would have been today, for midnight would have passed. But today persists. Sunday persists. Will it be Monday in an hour? Who can honestly say? Love from Kieran. p.s. To clockwatchers: Yes it is almost midnight, actual midnight here now - a long story involving corrupted disks and slow lifts. Smash imperialism. _________________________________________________________________ Internet access plans that fit your lifestyle -- join MSN. http://resourcecenter.msn.com/access/plans/default.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. 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Sinister: You're my luv S.C.U.D.
by Miss Marianna Longmire 27 Oct '02

27 Oct '02

Okay, so I am like, THE NICEST PERSON IN THE WORLD. I'm so considerate of other people's well being that I don't hesitate to step in and save a little old lady from being mugged and throw a couple of punches when the assailant starts on me. All hail the Glam Avenger! Single-handedly cleaning up the streets of Hackney. Ahem. I'm so considerate of not offending people, that when I succumb to my guilty pleasure of watching teen movies and I go to a big fuck-off sized cinema to watch "Slap her, She's French" and they assign seats, I sit in my assigned seat. And I stay put. Even when the ticketing office decides to make someone else sit RIGHT NEXT TO ME when there's like, 600 other seats available. No, I stay put as I don't want to appear rude or have them thinking they smell or something. Even though they did. A little. I'm so considerate of not upsetting my "We're so in love" flatmates, that when they start HEAVY PETTING WITH THE DOOR OPEN and their moans begin to echo around the apartment, I don't complain, I simply plug in my headphones and listen to eighties metal. God, I need to be more selfish. So, lately I've been succumbing to geekdom again. It's an on/off love affair that started in primary school when I was the only girl to join the boys' dungeons and dragons club. It lasted two weeks before an overzealous religious parent put a stop to it for devil worshipping purposes. I know, I was confused as well. The point is (was there a point? I'm going for the whole 'post full of digressions and not making much sense' look myself). The point is, after pouting and refusing to play my dreamcast for a few weeks due to major Gum hatred issues, I came back, switched characters and nailed THREE LEVELS in like, five minutes. How much do I rock? Answers on a postcard c/- The Middlesex Hospital Occupational Therapy Department, Mortimer St, London. Presents, love letters and strippergrams are also encouraged. I'll never be an indie purist. I just don't understand it. Justin 'I used to have hair like Leo Sayer' Timberlake is my new pop hero. Now, don't get me wrong here, after the demise of Take That I swore I could never love a boy band again. And, despite occasional dalliances with the Backstreet Boys, I haven't. N*Sync would often amuse me as they managed to become the first ever U.G.L.Y. boy band to succeed in the industry, but their music rarely took me. But hand me some candle wax and call me Mrs Hardwick if Little Michael hasn't completely won me over with his hip pop fabulous solo debut. Honestly, it's four minutes of pure heaven. And the part where he says "Drums!" and the drums come in is divine. It's not terrifically original, but the hook and falsetto notes are fab and it's done with such enthusiasm it should be commended. "You talk to Marianna when you want to know about porn or the Powerpuff Girls." I also know far too much trivia about Press Gang, Bis and the health of Dido's father if you're interested. Speaking of Bis, I was given a cartoon mocking my beloved the other week. Caption reading: Bis Headquarters, 1999. "Hey guys! Maybe instead of rocking, we should suck!" Which is funny, given that I had the pleasure of watching "The Powerpuff Girls - THE MOVIE" last week with Miss Liz Daplyn and Mr Rob Brennan and the end theme tune (written by Bis, natch) which, ordinarily, is a pogo-tastic bubblegum rock ditty, totally SIX FINGERS OF RAWKED OUT! It totally ruled my world. As did the film, which included an opposable thumbs joke that was worth the admission alone. I love Bis. I love the fact that they're electropop and yet completely ignored by the electro poseurs du jour. They're totally hip and completely ostracised and don't give a damn. They're my heroes. So you can understand the sacrifice I made when I skipped their London gig to attend a farewell soiree for Mr Ben Apps who has fled the country in search of wedded bliss with the cutie Miss Rachel Fruitloop. Bless their little cotton socks. Had enough? I have. Next time, amusement and eloquence. Promise. xXx Miss Marianna Longmire. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: lights bursting and splurting
by hannah brown 27 Oct '02

27 Oct '02

well, i have just spent the past three hours bent over my guitar learning "fruit tree" by nick drake in minute detail. I am most definitely getting good at it but my hands are shaking and my belly feels like it's got a big punchy thing inside it. It's quiet here and the only company i have is a cheeky looking homemade pumpkin light glowing in the corner of the room. I have to take my sock off ( i don't have a hat and i don't really like that phrase, yeh anarchy!) to Kieran Devaney for another cracking post, admittedly i haven't read it yet (i will when i am less dapsy)but it filled my whole screen with text, i might copy it and use it as some avante-garde wallpaper. Perhaps you are the reason this place has been so quiet lately, maybe you are the word thief who creeps into peoples homes at night and sucks the words out of innocent sinisterees,ay, wink,point,wink,point. On the subject of words, (what a smooth link) i, like ken chu, have been recieving messages from my beloved flatmates, one said: "thanks for eating my cereal you bunch of cunts" and the other was cunningly placed on an empty bottle saying: "jody's "my gay bum hurts" juice" Yes, i know it's offensive and horrible, but it is funny and it made jody very angry, he he. isn't this time of year just fantastic? I vote for autumn all year round because you get lovely yellow sunshine and brown leaves and conkers and gloves and-it-is-good-i-like-it. well, i think i'm going to get back to that guitar now and i hope to see some of you sooooooooonnnnn please. love and new shoes hannah b " he was creeching out loud and waving his rookers and making real horrorshow with the slovos, only the odd blurp, blurp coming from his keeshas, like something was orbiting within..." = how cool is that, anthony burgess, clockwork orange _________________________________________________________________ Unlimited Internet access for only $21.95/month. Try MSN! http://resourcecenter.msn.com/access/plans/2monthsfree.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: imaginary cats, the last train home and stuff
by Ellebelle 26 Oct '02

26 Oct '02

So here we go. Countless messages composed whilst parked on the M25 or standing in a queue at Sainsbury's and finally The computer is on and I have the time to write something whilst trying to remember all the interesting things i wanted to say. It's at times like this an imaginary cat comes in useful. I'll go and feed her and maybe think of something to post about. So, Tigermilking, what a fantastic night. All you London and South-east people should be ashamed of yourselves. If Mark can ever bear to put himself through the horror of arranging another one you need to make sure you get there. The journey can often be just as fun (well it can be when you brush off British Rail (or whoever they are) employees to launch yourself into the last train home and land in the laps of a very nice gay couple who are having a nice cuddle on their way home not suspecting a girl is about to land in their laps and insist on making conversation about these wonderful new people she has met through the world that is Sinister. Boys, if you are reading this, you'll be glad to know i did get a taxi home like you told me to.) Anyway, I was just trying to say Tigermilking was great. Cheers, Mark. There was so much more I wanted to say but it's lost now. Well, actually I think I can do the rant thing. Now I know Mark told me not to go on about the fact this is my first post as it's pretty boring to read loads that just say 'Hey everyone, first post! cool eh!' But i think it's worth saying that it is because 1. it might encourage other non-posters to get their act together and stop composing imaginary posts and start mailing real ones. and 2. it's an easy way for me to tell you a bit about myself. don't worry, i won't do the whole utobiography thing, i'll just tell you the important bits. they are: 1. I have an imaginary cat called Belle. I wanted a real one but the responsibility thing is too scary (they can live for 20 years you know - you add 20 to your age and see how that makes you feel). 2. I'm a nice person. There you go, not too horrific I hope. So, a little bit of relevant stuff and lots of affle. Get used to it. And post yourself if you don't like it. Elle. + Belle __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Everything you'll ever need on one web page from News and Sport to Email and Music Charts http://uk.my.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: oh yeah, things are bad all over
by kevin m. clair 26 Oct '02

26 Oct '02

Hello sinisters. It's fall again, which means it tries and fails to snow every now and then and it's cold and cloudy and the leaves are falling from the trees and everything looks generally miserable. I haven't really done any exploring of the rest of the vicinity but my town certainly is looking like it's ready for our six-month winter. I used to love fall but now I'm not so sure; after the leaves are gone it seems like it's just wasting valuable transition time between summer and winter. But it was nice out tonight when I went out walking, except that there were parties all over the place and many of the freshmen had been well-plied with liquor and were stumbling about shouting things. And the hallway downstairs smelled bad. Eventually I grew tired of all that nonsense and now I've been holed up in my room listening to the White Stripes all night, which was okay. I kinda wish more people were around, though. I've had to resort to reading other people's blogs and posting rubbish to mine. bah. This weekend I kinda feel like going to Minneapolis and buying Pocky, since I haven't had any in a long time. If I had my own car that would be easy, but I'd always be poor because I'd be driving up there all the time to get more of it. I should buy it online or something, but then I'd lose a reason to go to Minneapolis. I guess I could always go and buy records, and there's that Dismemberment Plan show next month I'll screw my finals for. excitement. I wish it would hurry up and snow down here already. I'm getting impatient. We had one decent flurry where snowballs were a possibility but I had to write a paper that night. I think I'll go to the curry place this weekend. That's all I have to say. Today's lesson is that October in Minnesota is lame, and it should hurry up and be November so that I can turn twenty. Perhaps I'll read about the Boer War a little and then go to bed. Sometimes that's what needs to be done. --kevin +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: why can't i be sad all the time?
by s. lord 25 Oct '02

25 Oct '02

it is nice today - it is cold and crisp - cold enough to make our cheeks rosey - yet we are all still pretty warm - it is a gray day - like the last several - it is starting to become winter outside - the trees are finally losing all there leaves - the ground is cluttered with color - that crunches as i walk over it - it is the season now - when ever this time of year comes - there is always a sort of changing of moods - it seems that when it gets grayer - so do i - gone are the long days and short nights - now the sun is up around seven and is gone again by six - it always seems that around this time of year - i seem to get sad - usually not by any sort of means - i just start to feel a little more depressed then usual - is that wrong - my mother seems to think that medication is needed because it is not right to not want to smile - but why not - - why can't i be like nature around me - trees are dying and going to sleep for the winter - nothing is coming alive - everything is slowing down and preparing to sleep - so why can't i just do the same - now i am not saying that i would like to sleep all day - it would be nice once in a while - but is there anything really wrong with not feeling like doing anything - i believe no - but friends say yes - they think that the 'spirt of life is out of me' - ugh - what is that - the spirt of life - no i am not buying that - to me it is fine to be sad - it is fine to not want to do anything - it is fine to sit around and listen to sad music all day - i guess i will just have to keep being sad and hope that everyone around me begins to understand - _________________________________________________________________ Unlimited Internet access -- and 2 months free! Try MSN. http://resourcecenter.msn.com/access/plans/2monthsfree.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: Fuck, I've just poured tea all over my keyboard...
by stout robin 25 Oct '02

25 Oct '02

Hello, my name's Robin, welcome to my Blog I'm bored, you know. Somehow I'm still at work on Friday afternoon and I've got nothing to do. I spent the last half an hour drawing a picture of a hairy dog in Paint. Anyway, latest update: Max the car has been sold to a woman called Lisa from DC... ...and... (sit down Ken, pour yourself a stiff drink) ... the latest diary entry reveals the answers to the London Treasure Hunt Clues!!! http://www.banchory.net/belleandsebastian/251002.html bye! Robin x +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: A Disaster, A Picnic, and a Broken Bus
by robin stout 25 Oct '02

25 Oct '02

BELLE AND SEBASTIAN SPLIT UP, WELL SORT OF... Yesterday I had a disaster. I was standing in the tea point with a tea bag in one hand and rinsing my Belle and Sebastian mug under the tap with the other, when the mug became strangely slippery and flew out of my hand, smashing into a million pieces on the floor. I stood there for a while, looking glumly at my teabag, as the tinkling of the china pieces echoed and trickled away. The most depressing thing was that the only thing that could possibly have consoled me at that point was a nice, warm cuppa, and that was the one thing that I couldnt possibly have. People were kind, though, and offered me their own mugs as I walked glum faced down the corridor, but it just wouldnt have been the same. Each triangle of china had lodged somewhere in my heart. REPORTING BACK Last Saturday, myself and Annie had a Sinister Picnic in Cardiff. It was great. Annie, you were perfect company. The picnic went strangely according to plan, ending up with us eating a sandwich on a bench at Roath Park, overlooking the boating lake. We visited an awful lot of places and spent a lot of time talking about YOU and THEM. In the evening we went to a disco, and danced to le pastie de la bourgeoisie. I was exhausted. Theres too much to tell from Saturday, really, so instead Im going to tell you a little story about what happened at the bus stop on Sunday morning... The hairy muscled driver of the 8A had to arc round a parked car as it approached the bus stop. This may have been the reason why he forgot to squeeze the brake and ended up crashing into our bus shelter. We were unscratched and the bus shelter was as green and shiny as usual, but the bus had a huge hole in it. I was quite surprised at the damaged inflicted on this brontosaurus of public transport by a tiny little shelter, but, looking at the edges of the rather astonishing hole that was left behind, it seemed that the bus was only made out of some sort of fibreglass. I began to suspect that it might not even be a real bus. I was the first to get on. "That must have scratched the paintwork," said the driver. "Scratched the paintwork?! Theres a BLUDDY GREAT HOLE IN YOUR BUS!" "Oh dear, he said, after taking a look. "The boss wont be too pleased about that." Then just drove away as if nothing had happened. Sitting at the back, Annie and I travelled past the old Gaiety Cinema. This is a beautiful old building with grand white turrets outside the front, but had been abandoned in recent years, the council preferring to let the Panjabi Hit Squad and the Pay As U Go Cartel wallpaper the outside, rather than give it a proper lick of paint. However, the talk of the town, or to be more accurate, the talk of my kitchen recently has been that a mysterious, shadowy individual has bought the old Gaiety and has been slowly restoring it to its former glory. No one could work out what it was going to be. A cinema? A nightclub? A knocking shop? And then, only last week, I found out. TEN PIN BOWLING! HURRAH! I cant wait! Ive been buffing my balls already, in sweaty expectation. BUT DID THE SPANNER HAVE TO BE THAT LONG?? Thank you Miss Honey for fixing the Archives. I didnt believe you when you turned up in the middle of the night with your "very special tool", but it seems to have done the trick. AND, OVER ON ITV... I was trying to bite my lip, but... The Dirty Vicar: << It will be cool, much cooler than anything this list has done in my time on it.>> A little below the belt, maybe, but I think the last part of that sentence may have a point. Its been ages since we really did something massive. But also, we have picnics so often they arent much of an event any more. Annie and I couldnt understand why theres so much hostility between Bowlie and here. Lots of us are in both places anyway. Obviously there are certain historical reasons for some of us not liking Bowlie, and certain personalities we wish to avoid, but you know, I dont think its a big deal for most of us. For me, I just stick around here cos I like to write in proper paragraphs, and sentences, but thats no reason to steal Bowlies pencil case while theyre at PE. DV also said: << Smash Imperialism>> Yeah, but hands off my new mug, alright? Robin x _________________________________________________________________ Get a speedy connection with MSN Broadband. Join now! http://resourcecenter.msn.com/access/plans/freeactivation.asp +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. 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Sinister: I'm just going to take a left instead of a right to see what happens
by stout robin 24 Oct '02

24 Oct '02

Just a quickie: The latest entry in Stuart's diary is great. It's great because, in a way, it's quite revealing, but what it reveals is that he's just the way we want him to be!!! He also makes good use of exclamation marks without making them look corny. http://www.banchory.net/belleandsebastian/181002.html I wonder how stuart's dairy is going...? I just looked at the auction for Max and it's standing at 3,600 quid with only an hour and a half left. I wonder who all these people are who are bidding for it. Is it any of you?? Despite the winter chill that's set into the list recently, there've been lots of posts from different faces and it's reminded me how many of you there are out there. So come on, one of you must have bid something. http://cgi.ebay.co.uk/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=1777807925 that's all. Reporting Back on the Cardiff Picnic to follow... Stay tuned..! toodle pip Robin x __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Everything you'll ever need on one web page from News and Sport to Email and Music Charts http://uk.my.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: seasons change with the scenery
by Hugo JJ <12813249＠sun.ac.za> 24 Oct '02

24 Oct '02

dearest sinister well, what a weird week it's been, and since - as everyone seems to notice - it's been quiet around here lately, i guess you're just going to have to put up with hearing a little bit about it. first, though, on the topic of posts: yes, they've certainly been far fewer and well, further, between, but i for one haven't really detected a slackening in standard, which is as much to say, thanks again for the many really nice posts that have been brightening my days and helping to make a really nice spring even nicer. and how could anyone NOT have been utterly delighted with the weakest link? which i for one thought was one of the best things the list has ever seen. thanks ken. (and if you DO EVER find out the treasure-hunt thingies, you will please be so good as to let everyone know: of course after you've shamelessly abused them for purely personal gain and advancement. after all your shameless ploys - for the rest, cf. the q&a section on the band's page: how i smirked in a public place - you surely deserve it!) so yes, and while all of you up north are bracing yourselves for winter, unpacking all your favourite wet wednesday afternoons, dusting off wellingtons, raincoats and umbrella's (umbrella's! wow, what a secret world has been opened to my prying eyes!) - or so i imagine - here it's turning into a lovely breezy blissful spring. it's not too hot (yet) and balmy, and altogether unhelpful to anyone who's as far behind with their work as i am. but oh well. and just last week, after (i think it was wednesday, which also featured a quite remarkable bunch of feel-good posts :)) [<== note my infamous double-chinned smiley face :)] i was busy drafting an ode on just how wonderful everything was, when of course, the (potential of) disaster (looked like it would) strike. predictably, really. disaster, no larger than a man's hand, appeared on the horizon in the form of a rather special ex - as i suppose it rather often does. rather special as in someone who broke my heart at several times in several different configurations of tiny tiny pieces that became ever harder to put together again, and that, like gaspard winckler's revenge (if you know what i mean ;) , also seemed to always end up with the wrong shaped piece to put in the final little hole. after which she then became a rather unhealthy obsession. which i thought was over with, finally, this year, helped by the knowledge that she was going to germany (i.e. very far away) and i! would probably never see her again. except she wasn't. in germany. that is. well, she came back. (help! i'm turning into richard gillanders! i think. well. almost. i guess.) and there she was, and it just happened to be her birthday, so instead of getting off with the polite little wave that would have been sufficient, i had to run across and congatulate her. i ask you. (which doesn't really explain why the chicken crossed the road, since it took a lot of guts, i thought at the time, and also meant i wasn't thinking very clearly). conversation was brief, to the point and functional, but all i could think of was ways of keeping my heart from bursting through my ribs. it hasn't beat as fast in more than 2 years. (which, in a tenuous attempt at content, reminds me of the description stuart david gives of being in love in nalda said: the girl always makes the boy's heart "beat very fast, and then very slow." i liked that book a lot) of course, being a seasoned sufferer, i knew what was to follow - years and years more of misery, bloodshed and sheer boredom for my friends. but this time, i had a PLAN. and the PLAN was suggested by yes, you, in a way, and comes from that lovely piece of advice (though he probably didn't see it quite as "advice" at the time. i think) by matthew henderson which caitlin keeps reminding us of. to quote: When life gives us lemons, we just sit there and sulk about it, in the corner of the room, in a fetal position. so, the PLAN involved what i would call a pre-emptive sulk: take a half-jack of brandy, down really quickly, pausing only to put cf gf by the tindersticks on repeat (alternatively, intersperse with (you take) this heart of mine). then spend night crying about all kinds of things, including your friend who died earlier the year, which is good, because you haven't really done so properly before, and the stuff he said last time you spoke is the only thing keeping you from cutting yourself to ribbons now, again. smoke a LOT. fall asleep eventually and sleep forever. wake up. switch to trembling blue stars and stay there. stay in your room an entire day and read the heart is a lonely hunter in one sitting. fast: drinking only water and smoking. (feeling really really really sorry for yourself and resentfully cursing the entire female gender is, of course, de rigeur) fall asleep and sleep forever. wake up. find its a beautiful day, decide fuck it and go to have coffee with a good ! friend. then decide fuckit still further (or as they used to say around these parts: fuck it. fuck it with knives. OR as astrid used to say, famously: sod it. which is just a way of saying: WHAT'S HAPPENED TO ASTRID???) and spend the rest of the day at the beach playing frisbee and getting your pre-summer tan. in short: IT WORKED!!! something that would (and had) sent me off the rails for two horrible years was eventually (and finally!) handled in a sortof mature way. okay, not really, but i got over it. so that's great, and so is everything else again, and i'm so happy to be able to tell you all this. (okay, so i'm sorry i AM telling you all this. sorry. hopefully someone else will post a thingy full of wit and erudition, and errrmm... i suppose smut, soon, to make your mail account earn its keep). in short: THERE'S TOO MUCH LOVE TO GO AROUND THESE DAY-AY-AY-AY-AY-S. (or alternatively: get out of the office and into the springtime) also, my (admittedly very meager) salary GOT TRIPLED! so that helps too i suppose. now just to wait until our (terrible!) music retailers finally get wind of the polyphonic spree, and bob's my... favourite falling in the river kindof guy. when i say terrible, i mean, we only got the STROKES and the WHITE STRIPES released in this country 3 MONTHS AGO!!! i mean, fuck that. (so if i ever complain about musical isolation here, please bear that in mind). well, that's about it. have lots to do now, so until next time, sorry, and adios. and thank you all ever so very very much for making life always a littler brighter, a little more tender and altogether very wonderful. love JohaN +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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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