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Sinister: should i talk about music, should i talk about love, cars, drugs or parties?
by rrrrobyn 21 Aug '02

21 Aug '02

sinister! all tomorrow's ink polaroids: i don't actually have any ink polaroids, but i have a lot of sinister ink digital video footage. i like to 'take a moment' just as anyone else does, but nobody and nothing wants to hold a bluddy pose for me. i don't know. it's indicative of something, of course, like my current state of being or whatever. which is boring, so nevermind. more later, etc. weekend of rawk: i had quite the weekend. i even rode in a limo (for freeee). and had an early morning fire on the beach. it started off innocently enough with an early show: cornelius! who is totally rad and guitar rock and pop and electro at the same time. whoo! with great synced up video action too. after that the night became one of those nights where you end up not only being in constant motion yourself but also not staying in the same general location for more than 2 hours (or, in some cases, 30 minutes) - all very action-adventure. i even got to kick some hippie-ravers out of a party! (half-naked hippie-ravers, get out of the bathtub and go home! no, i will not give you a hug; you have interrupted my dancing too much already. plus, you are wet.) anyway, so not only did i get to see the sun rise over the city and the mountains and the ocean, but i also rediscovered the *greatness* of arling & cameron's album "all in". classic! everyone should own it! foodness: i've been eating something which was conjured up by the one-and-only idleberry and it's devine: toast with mustard, ham and cheese, under the grill. yum. she suggests apples too, under the cheese, but i keep not having apples in the house (b/c uncooked they give me headaches, sadly.) but that would be really good. i love new food ideas that only take seconds to prepare yet taste gourmet. (i kick it up a notch* with gouda, of course. and black forest ham. and dijon. and sprouted grain bread. avocado on the side perhaps. pure class, y'all.) the truth is out there: i met a music editor (for a magazine) on saturday night and almost everything he mentioned i knew, like labels even. this was weird b/c how do i know all this stuff? i don't even think i try. (like, how do i know about felix da housecat? which i only mention b/c that's where my oh so apt subject heading is from.) i so totally am a victim of alien visitation. they've implanted me with enough knowledge and ability to impress myself**, but not enough to impress others. fucking aliens, will they ever get it right? garrr. come back here while i shake my fist at you! ooh ooh!: yesterday i walked with a co-worker to the mall and went to the boys' dept of zellers and found all these *fantastic* t-shirts! for $10 each! and no tax b/c they're kids' clothes! i bought three. and they all have excellent dragons&fire&robots-type plasticky designs on them. it was an unbelievable discovery, even in the terrible fluorescent discount department store light. they are my back-to-school clothes. hurrah! these t-shirts are possibly the best shopping discovery of my life. i even got one in *red*. with fire and skulls and also a *flame* up one arm. now imagine that with a skirt and my red boots! it is the outfit of RAWK!*** yeah, so this is my last post from the west coast. as of friday night i will no longer be your sinister gal in vancouver. sigh. end of an era. sigh. gawd, i went to the cafeteria at work today and got nostalgic... mm hm. that's probably it. robyn p.s. they were playing eminem in the limo. hahahaha! oh, man. p.p.s. haha, marianna totally loves corey haim for eva. :) etc. - amy needs a tattoo! everyone needs a tattoo! - sgs, you are right: closure is a farce (but memory repression works wonders). unless i have triplets and start thinking daytime tv is better than the interweb, i'm never gonna leave sinister. neva! (to which: a chorus of 'fuck...' with a few prayers for triplets.) - r.whitecastle, i'm going to need some cold hard evidence of your existence. it's the iguanas what make me wonder. (oh, not that it matters really, reality being the thing it is. or isn't.) * this would be funny if you heard me say it in real life. ** most likely the root of all my problems. (were i able to recognize my problems, of course.) ***whoa, i'm totally wearing that to the le tigre show. plus red underthings even if it isn't this sunday. ===== I was reading the dictionary. I thought it was a poem about everything. ~Steven Wright ~~~ Robyn Fadden rfadden(a)yahoo.com Vancouver, BC +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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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Re: Sinister: London 5th Birthday Red Knicker Picnic and Disco Dancing Details
by Sam Walton 21 Aug '02

21 Aug '02

Hewwo all. The boy Trousers just posted about a picnic. He said, >Who's the mummy? I'M THE MUMMY! but that's not the important bit. The important bit is that he said, >So here's the details of the London celebrations this >Sunday: Yep, that's SUNDAY. Just to clear things up, when he said, >Camden Town tube on a Saturday is even nastier than usual It was just a point of information, one totally irrelevent to the Red Knicker Day Shenanigans which will ensue on SUNDAY. So that's SUNDAY then, on Primrose Hill. See you SUNDAY. Adios sinistre Asm.x ================================ "He's strictly a pain in the ass, but he certainly has a good vocabulary" - Holden Caulfield "He's not the Messiah, he's a very naughty boy" - Mary Cohen _________________________________________________________________ Join the worlds largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail. http://www.hotmail.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: Last night a DJ saved my life
by Michael Ashbridge 21 Aug '02

21 Aug '02

**Caveat Emptor** Röyksopp's gig last night was, in a word, bluddycrap. No support turned up, so after two hours of trying to stay hydrated in the stifling humidity of Belfast's Mandela Hall, and trying to stay awake after two hours of the most tedious filler tape I've ever heard, the Norwegian twosome took the stage. And I'm not sure, but I think they brought lots of very fancy computery electronic wizardry and fed it at top volume through a couple of £9.99 casio speakers. Melody A.M. is a beautiful, intricate, breathtaking album, and I'm forever indebted to the McDermott girl for her recommendation, but I think there must have been a case of alien body snatching last night. I don't ever want to hear cacophonous crap like that again. I can take white noise when it's intentional, and when I'm in the mood, but Röyksopp? Get thee to a nunnery, boys. So we walked out after an hour (the first time I've ever walked out of *anything*, and we weren't the only refugees making an exodus), found a nice pub, commandeered the radio, tuned it to the last hour of John Peel's show, and he did save our lives. Beware, brother, beware. **Cunning Linguism** Mr Stuart Gardiner asked, in a round-a-bout way, what the etymology of the phrase "on the bandwagon" is. And I'll tell him, and you, because I've just finished reading Bill Bryson's Made in America: a History of American English, and I want to off-load some of the trivia clogging up my head. Bandwagon was a neologism coined by P.T. Barnum in 1855, and was used simply to describe one of his many new circus acts: a small band playing atop a horse- drawn wagon to entertain the crowds. In its modern context it refers to the fact that in the late 19th/early 20th Century in America there was a tradition of politicians parading around town to advertise their candidacy. Often these would take the form of a marching band leading, with the candidate standing atop a horse-drawn wagon. In more modest parades a smaller band would play on the wagon as well, just as in Barnum's circus act. Local notables, both to show their support of a particular politician and to add to their own publicity, would climb onto the bandwagon. If you have seen the Coen Brothers' "O Brother, Where Art Thou?" you'll know what I'm talking about. **This is the End** Here's an interesting piece by John Densmore. He's talking about the pressure on bands to flog their old songs to advertisers. The scene in Oliver Stone's movie of The Doors where Jim Morrison freaks out because the rest have agreed to allow Buick to use Light My Fire to flog their latest car is, apparently, quite accurate. http://thenation.com/doc.mhtml?i=20020708&c=1&s=densmore **An interesting chord structure, if structure is the right word** Post-gig conversation last night, naturally, did not centre on the gig. Instead we talked about the last gig we saw in the Mandela -- Belle and Sebastian. (And you thought you were never getting any content.) I mentioned the Peel Acres set and, by no small miracle, just happened to have a copy of it in my walkman, right there with me. No one else having heard it, a slight jigging of the pub's sound set-up (in retrospect, that's where Röyksopp should have played; it was infinitely superior to the tat they brought with them) and soon *everyone* was enjoying my oh-so-masterfully edited session tape. Twice, even, because it was just that good. Except for Love on the Marsh, which was skipped second time around, 'cause I still think it's crap. Thing is, a few of the (chronically unhip, granted) youngsters in the place came up to us and asked us who was playing. More converts, perhaps. I think it's a great idea*, and I recommend that before the month is out each one of you takes charge of a pub stereo and subjects the patrons to your own B&S mixtape. [*Smallprint: I accept no responsibility whatsoever should you misjudge your audience and get ripped to shreds by monosyllabic nu-metalers. Your house may be at risk if you do not keep up repayments.] +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: London 5th Birthday Red Knicker Picnic and Disco Dancing Details
by Stevie Trousers 21 Aug '02

21 Aug '02

Who's the mummy? I'M THE MUMMY! So here's the details of the London celebrations this Sunday: If you are an old lag and know how to get to Primrose Hill already, we'll meet you at the top at 3pm. Otherwise: Meet at 2.30pm in Camden. Camden Town tube on a Saturday is even nastier than usual, so the Spread Eagle pub may be the best rendezvous. The pub is about 5 minutes up Parkway, which is just across the road from the station. I will be at the bar, with my head on the bar,(actually probably sitting outside)from about 2.15 to 2.45. If you get lost/don't know who to look for, my mobile number is 0785 508 9167. If you don't fancy the climb up the hill, but do fancy throwing some shapes in the upstairs room of a pub while list legends such as KEN CHU, MARIANNA LONGMIRE and CARSMILE STEVE mash up da dex, we will later be convening upstairs in the Betsey Trotwood pub from 7.30ish. (The Betsey is on Farringdon Road, opposite the Guardian offices - nearest tube, funnily enough, is Farringdon). So, yes. Come along. Bring food, drink, croquet mallets, etc. Stevie T 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: Reporting Back: An Unfortunate Event
by Jay Eckard 21 Aug '02

21 Aug '02

Reel Around Easley, or Fifteen Minutes with Llew (I wouldn't say no). I thought that since nobody else had, I would report on the circumstances surrounding An Unfortunate Event on Sunday. It was a veritable Southern Sinister Massive. Before I arrived in Easley, I wandered around upland South Carolina for several hours. It was an eerie combination of Adult retail outlets (read: porno porno porno), fireworks stands, bible outlets, and peaches (a giant peach dammit, 50 feet tall, dominated the skyline, mooning everybody as it was shaped like a huge, 50-ft ass). On the radio: sermons and hymns. It was Sunday, and all the churches were broadcasting. The crazy churches, with foaming-mouthed members who hate the unlike. I was shocked to learn I (personally) was at the forefront of the demoralization of America. I probably have multiple social diseases (eek), kill children, read and distribute porn to the pious and have several addictions to marijuana. Gosh. I guess I'm busy. Into this semi-narcotized landscape I rolled --er, drove, looking for Llew and her fest. Since I can't follow directions, I arrived a bit late to find everyone else there: the Llew, Jayward, Kirk and the Boy G. Oh yes -- it was his birthday. There was cake, Red Velvet cake, colored water of various shades. Orange was the only color postively identified (peach). Donuts also appreared. Actually, for the brave there was home brew Parsley Soda, made from Parsley syrup and club soda. The consensus was that the Soda was not as foul as would seem. Much like the guy who brought it. What followed refreshment was conversation not seen since the Algonquin Circle last met. Oh yes: anecdotes were traded, quips were made, scintillation of language occured. Laura, of course, in fashion closely mirroring Ms Parker, outshone us all in language and beauty. And there was music: Ken Chu seranaded us with Moon River, amongst 23 other crooners. On CD, of course. The Smiths was avoided. Sadly. It being in a book shop, fine literature was discussed. The Boy found that great work, "The Guide to Gettin' It On" and was quite fascinated by it. Especially the bizarrely graphic illustrations. We all now know how to... well, Get It On, obviously. Though not with each other. Thankfully, the Guide told us the illustrations weren't quite like real life. (and let's face it... six inches is *quite* big, right?) At the height of the event, twee-ness was even reached. (twee-osity, twee-ment? I dunno.) I know: G said. "Why are we sitting around here, twee as fuck, when we could be drinking wine?" he said. Fortunately, we were all far too twee for that. The wine was unopened. Thank god, I thought, for personal reasons. Alas, it was far too good to last. After 6 or 7 hours and the distribution of vinyl gifts, we all broke up and slogged off to home. I had a particularly (peculiarly) good experience at Waffle House in Bessemer City -- whatever that is -- at 2 am. And they all lived happily ever after. Presumably. Jay -- "The Posby falls into a Trance In which it does a little Dance." Edward Gorey _________________________________________________________________ MSN Photos is the easiest way to share and print your photos: http://photos.msn.com/support/worldwide.aspx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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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Re: Sinister: What was the greatest thing before sliced bread was invented?
by Philip Runion 20 Aug '02

20 Aug '02

I am also indebted to the Independent on Sunday for providing the following list of genuine bird names: the Bare-Faced Go-Away Bird: see Isobel after ripping one quief style the Invisible Rail: See Stuart David's crotch the Double-Eyed Fig-Parrot: see beans the Blue-Knobbed Curassow: see like any number of us boys the Oleaginous Mountain Tanager: see The Bare-Faced Go-Away Bird the Obscure Berrypicker: see Papa Smurf in search of a cure for Smurfettes libido (note: obvious cure: Blue-Knobbed Curassow) the Carbonated Sierra Finch: see Ken after so many RB&V's he forgets how to use his fingers the Rosy-Faced Lovebird: see the lovely LLew the Agile Tit-Tyrant: ibid _________________________________________________________________ Join the worlds largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail. http://www.hotmail.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 dear, I don't fancy yours much
by Dirty Vicar 20 Aug '02

20 Aug '02

Hello everyone, a number of disjointed thoughts have I to share with you. i) I have a new favourite band. They are from Dublin and they are called The Chalets. They do that thing of having boy-girl vocals. And what makes it great is they have two girls. So it's really girl-boy-girl vocals. Someone described them as being like the B-52s crossed with the Gang of Four. Certainly the guitar playing is very deliberate. Look, go and look at their website and download their song and then they will be your favourite band too: http://www.thechalets.com or is it http://www.thechalets.ie ? one or the other anyway. Apparently one of them is also in the WARLORDS OF PEZ (Dublin's other G*R*A*T*E band), but I can't tell which one as he doesn't wear his Pezmask on the Chaletsite. ii) I went out dancing a few weeks back, to a club called Mojo Club. This has nothing to do with the oldarse music magazine, but is rather a club here in DUBLIN specialising in psych and soul music. Woahhhh, that's what I want. It's run by the same people that do Dublin's other good club, Helter Shelter. I went along and I danced a lot. however, and perhaps this was just a curious side-effect of the *drinks* I had consumed, I did find odd thoughts going through my head... I mean, at one point I was standing there watching all the people having a good time and I imagined what it must be like in other countries to watch people having fun and then trigger the explosives you have strapped to your body. I know, I am weird. iii) I've developed this sudden love of the Dublin music scene and am going to this Wonky festival thing in the Guinness Storehouse on Saturday. Sadly, the WARLORDS OF PEZ are not playing, but the Chalets are. And so are The Jimmycake, who are also actually good in a textured instrumentals kind of way. And the Dudley Corporation are playing too. They have a Sinister link - none other than Princess Honey herself sings backing vocals on one of the tracks on their album ("The Lonely World of the Dudley Corporation"). Blimey, eh. I still haven't worked out whether I actually like the Corpo, but seeing them will be nice. iv) and finally, in an unlikely sequence of events I have wangled a DJing slot at BLEEP, the trend friday night "club" (is a pub with a bar extension and DJs playing eclectic and undanceable music a club?). I am going to play nothing but songs about WAR and the current INTERNATIONAL SITUATION. So no Belle & Sebastian (and yeah, I know there's 'I Fought In A War', but it's not very good, is it?). v) Jonathan mentioned going to a wedding and not liking it. the thing to remember is that there is a big difference between family weddings (bad) and friend weddings (good). wait till your friends start getting married, then the fun will start. ma es salaam. DV +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: tea and biscuits with your uncle ian
by ian 20 Aug '02

20 Aug '02

(come away from yer uncle stevie, you know he gets excited easily.) i can never find my photos.. i think this bunch of ink polaroids got wet.. a shame, because they're new ones. covered in...well it smells like cranberry juice, but i suspect its something stronger. this one looks like somebody stood a bottle on it. you can just about make out the faces, but they're not quite as they were when i took the picture. most photographs end up like that, sooner or later. many years of selective memory condensed into a moment. those not in the picture can view it dispassionately, but those involved never see the image as it truly is. they see the past, and they feel the joy and sadness that comes with looking back.. i'll show you mine later, if you want. have a cup of tea and a biscuit first. i got them in especially. they're your favourite. i hope you won't mind if i hum indistinctly to myself, i've been doing that a lot lately. it has been a hard week: look at this letter, i got it last friday: 'dissatisfied? directionless? frequently innebriated? do people see you coming, and cross the street? do people see you coming, and throw themselves under buses to avoid you? i have THE ANSWER. solve all your problems in one easy move. simply send twenty new pounds sterling to the address below' well.... did you ever read a letter and think that it might have been written for you? i was a little suspicious, especially when i saw the brighton address - i used to know a Scurrilous Southern Get who lived in that town - but on closer inspection, the name and address ('Roochool Ployforth, House of Ployforth, Brighton') were clearly those of somebody else entirely. i needed that twenty quid, there's a HandiFist in the window of clonezone that i'd had my eye on, but i also need The Answer. because i've been looking for it for a while. also, i looked forward to having all my problems solved in one easy move. attempting to solve them all by going through lots of complicated, difficult manoeuvers is really starting to get me down. so, i sent off the 20 quid. of course i did. wouldn't you? no, you probably wouldn't, would you? this morning i received the reply. on the inside of a packet of curry flavoured condoms, someone had written: 'The Answers to Life 1. Accept that all existence is misery 2. Get over it xxx Archel' that's FORTY quid i'm down, because i sent off another copy to see if i got two different answers. i wonder what 'Little Old Lady Across The Road From Ian' (cunning disguise, non?) will make of her delivery? i don't think i'm going to bother breaking into her house to get it back. not now i know who it is from. of COURSE there's a revenge plan. just don't ask me what it is yet. i've been pondering that message all day. i sat next to a lady on the bus. she looked at me oddly. must have been the buzzing. i looked back at her, and enunciated clearly: 'all existence is misery.' she said nothing, but moved seats at the next stop. later, i saw her getting off the bus, her face looked wet, and her eyes were red. odd, because it wasn't raining. i've heard that said before. there are those that believe that this life is the hell, the lower level, the punishment for being bad, whatever you like to call it. the spiritualists believe that this is the 2nd of seven levels of existence, which become less unpleasant as you progress. some of the buddhists seem to believe that the only goal of the wise is freedom from the cycle of death and rebirth - freedom from this mortal life. perhaps a none-existence. the christians believe - well, its never easy to tell. this is how my day went: the bus moves up a street. pubs on either side. there are people inside each of these buildings, annihilating their brain cells and poisoning their bodies in the aim of...whatever it is people look for. past the side-road with the gun factory. they test hourly. on a still day, you can hear the shots ringing half a mile away. a woman stumbles up the street, cigarette in her hand burning down to her fingers as they rest insecurely on an empty pushchair. she mutters to herself, and people move away. past a thousand birmingham houses, blue screens flashing on faces thinking 'there must be something better than this'. existence is misery? its hard to see much happiness around me. so i've come home. and i dig out my ink polaroids.. these are the ones that have people you know in them. i'll save the old ones, and i'll look over them when you're gone. this is an old one. i'm coming up from camden tube station. remember it? i was about to meet you. but i was scared. like the sarah cracknell t-shirt? i made it myself. i thought you might like it. oh, its fallen apart now. i never thought it would last long. no, the flares don't fit very well, do they? they never did. still don't. doesn't stop me wearing them, though. you were standing by the railings. i walked away, up the street, and summoned up courage, before walking back and standing close to you, and muttering something. and you responded. bless you. of course, i'd met you before. but this was the first time we really got talking. oh, you don't want to hear an old man reminisce. its okay, you can go now. play with your friends. i'll sit up for a while, and look at these. they make me smile. they remind me that life isn't about misery after all. oh yes, misery is a part of it. some would say a vital part. but there's joy too, and there's joy in these polaroids. i'm glad you were there with me in some of them. you remind me that life isn't so bad. say hi to your mum. tell her i'm thinking of her. i wish i was your real uncle xx ian +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Jesus Don't Want Me to Sleep on a Sunbeam
by mmm skyscraper 20 Aug '02

20 Aug '02

Hi Sinister. Do you seem to notice the word 'sinister' alot more since you've joined this list? It seems that everything I read now that word is there. The question 'Where does the summer go?' has inspired me to relisten to TIJAMRS ep again. A very nice ep, even if it never did see a proper US release. Argh. I'm seem to pay all this money for imports now a days. B&S was mentioned in Entertainment Weekly this week. A worth rag to be sure. They had a blurb about James Yorkston and the Athletes album 'Moving Up Country' and said that great bands come from Scotland including Orange Juice, Aztec Camera,Teenage Fanclub, B&S, and Travis. Not so sure about Travis, but their cover of 'Baby One More Time' is funny. Anytime B&S are mentioned in print is a good thing. And the James Yorkston stuff I've heard is pretty good also. I'm hearing good stuff about Interpol. So, hot or not? It seems that every band out of NYC is being tipped as the saviors of rock'n'roll. Mark __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? HotJobs - Search Thousands of New Jobs http://www.hotjobs.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: Come to our picnic!
by terry underwear 20 Aug '02

20 Aug '02

Sick of all those Northern Hemisphere picnics?! Then why not celebrate the 5th Birthday of Sinister at the *biggest* sinister picnic to ever take place (we think) in the Southern Hemisphere! Marvel at the way the water goes the other way down the drain! Be amazed by hot Christmasses! Be awestruck by every sentence ending in !! The picnic will take place in Perth this Saturday! Everyone (all 5 Perth sinisterines) will meet at my house (6/16 Monash Avenue, Nedlands - phone: 9389 5001) at 1pmish, then we will be walking across to Kings Park! Here we will be having a good ol' fashioned Aussie BBQ, with sausages, potato salad, VB, tomato sauce and a footy! Plus some soccer ball kicking, frisbee throwing, gin and tonic drinking, music listening (lots of Belle and Sebastian!), and maybe even a hand stand competition! In the unlikely event that someone out of Perth wants to come, you can stay at my place for a few days if you like! If there is anyone in Perth we don't know about, please suprise us and come along. oh sorry, i mean come along! Remember to wear your red underwear! a somewhat reluctant, hoarse-throated picnic mummy, red terry underwear! ps. down with jimbocorp! _____________________________________________________________ Play the Elvis� Scratch & Win for your chance to instantly win $10,000 Cash - a 2003 Harley Davidson� Sportster� - 1 of 25,000 CD's - and more! http://r.lycos.com/r/sagel_mail/_scratch_tl/http://win.ipromotions.com/lyco… +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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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