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Sinister: ticket selling...
by Mark Donohue 04 May '02

04 May '02

oops, i'm terribly sorry, but i just now noticed the emails regarding ticket selling on the list. didn't intend to offend anyone with the previous and perhaps verbose posting. simply thought that a ticket for a long sold-out show would be better not going to waste. it has, admittedly, been a while since i've brushed up on the fundementals of economic and social discourse...damn my public education. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Health - your guide to health and wellness http://health.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: gigs, scurrilous southern gets, horses and such
by ian 03 May '02

03 May '02

firstly, something that may be of interest to those of you living in That London: CAT POWER > >> Sun 5th may 7:00 > >> Bush hall 310 Uxbridge Road > >> tickets, 12:50 > >> (rare pleasure, www.rarepleasure.co.uk) this is in shepherd's bush, i'm told. not being au fait with the nation's capital, i can say little more than that. quite how we're all going to fit onto the pubic area of a man in the livestock-control business i am, as yet, unsure. from what i'm told, if yer interested, the number is 020 8222 6933 or you could just take a chance and turn up, i spose. its a bit late, i know. sorry i didn't tell you all this earlier, but i had my dick stuck in a hole in the toilet wall (the THINGS you learn from caitlin pigtails posts. shame she wasn't more specific. this turned out to be linked to some sort of extractor fan, and i didn't quite get the blow-job i was expecting) anyway... you would like to come. you know you would. and you shall. i think it would make perfect after-greenwich-picnic entertainment. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- an odd day, my friends. it announced its arrival with a furious thumping. not my head, this time, a real sound, not the sort that the people in the Back Of The Microwave make. a shuffling, and a yelp, and then silence. good, the man trap got her. i turned over and went back to sleep, and two hours later i got up and freed her. she didn't thank me, just stared and stared with those huge pupils and hysterical eyes. she was trying to say something, but the gag prevented her. i think it was 'why?'. but i don't know the answer to that, so i put her back in the laundry cupboard and left her there, with a look that said 'let that be a lesson to you'. -------------------------------------------------------------- another hour passes. someone is throwing stones at the window. i contemplate letting them continue to do so, and staring at the wall a little bit longer. tom waits is singing 'and its time , time time...', and if i had a cigarette and a bottle of whisky, i'd feel like some sort of album cover. but its 10 a.m., and i generally don't start on the hard liquer until 10.30. i can hear someone shouting outside the house. and then, as if in response, the banging from the laundry cupboard begins again. oh, for fucks sake. what does a boy have to DO to get some peace? i open the curtains, and there's a fat, balding man in a tu-tu and a leather basque tapping at the glass. 'WHAT?' 'i've got a message, its from --- who's that shouting?' 'its noone. nobody. ignore it' 'it sounds like somebody is calling for help' 'its the woman upstairs. she's a big beatles fan. what do you want?' 'i brought you this. its a merkin' the man hands over a battered cardboard box. a merkin? the word sounds familiar. i look down at the object in my hands, and when i look up the man is gone. inside the box is a mass of brown fibres, stitched together at the back - like some sort of wig. there is a note attached: 'set the lady free, or i'm calling the police ps. thanks for sending the boys round. i enjoyed them immensely a.p.' for a moment i wonder what my aunty penelope could be playing at. she doesn't hang out with men in tu-tus, not since she joined the mafia. then, a more sinister explanation strikes. a.p? could it be?..... could it possibly be? there's a return address on the box. 'a house in brighton that is not archel playforth's. somewhere in brighton, far away from where archel playforth lives' clever, but not clever enough. not this time. she forgets i am an International Man Of Genius. she must have got away from those white-slave-traders i sold her to. i wonder who the boys she refers to might be as i phone my friend mavis, the hit-man. 'worrafuckdyawant?' my friend is not impressed to be called at such an early hour. perhaps he has been out all night, doing strange Exotic Organised Crime type-things. 'mavis? its ian. i wonder if you can do me a favour...?' when you name a boy-child mavis, you have to expect some sort of adverse reaction. the boy is going to spend every day of his Growing Period suffering. intensely. you're either going to produce a nervous wreck, or an out-and-out psychopath. mavis's mother wanted an out-and-out psychopath. she'd got bored of the women's institute, and wanted a child who would be able to get her some hard drugs. i met mavis in a gutter. he was trying to steal my wallet, and i was trying to stand up straight. several hours later, he was leaning back, smoking a cigarette, and saying i'd introduced him to a whole new world.... to this day, he's the only b&s loving hitman i know. what? what did you think i meant? anyway, i promise mavis i'll give him all my special b&s memorabilia if he'll just go down to brighton and remove an.....unwanted......nuisance. i don't have any special b&s memorabilia, but i'm sure i can find some. i mean, its easy to get hold of, innit? i can imagine him now, chatting amiably to some little old lady on a silverlink train, fingering his machete and humming 'electronic renaissance' to himself. he's not to finish off the Scurrilous Southern Get that is archel playforth. he's merely to hurt her a little. scare her. scare her into silence :- about her superiority, about my shortcomings, and about the nun in my laundry cupboard. why do i have a nun in my laundry cupboard? i don't know. i just woke up and there she was one day. i went to let her out, but she screamed about calling the police, so i had to bash her with my 'scooby doo' bubble bath bottle and throw her back in. since then, i've thought about chopping her up and feeding her bit by bit down the plughole, but i've just painted the bathroom tiles and don't want to spoil them. all this by 11 a.m. after the first bottle of vodka, i put on some lighter music. planning a knife attack seems so much more socially friendly to the sound of saint etienne. -------------------------------------------------------------- 'the 'state that i am in' stakes' when my sister was small, she woke up crying one morning. she told us she had had a bad dream. when we asked her what it was about, she told us there were horses, and they were dancing. quite why this frightened her is a mystery to this day. i have a waking dream, separate from the waking dream we all inhabit. i am lying, on my back, licking the dust from my lips, and savouring its bitter crunch. swallowing the dirt, and craving more. above me, there is blue sky, stretching to the mountains in the east and the cloud-bank in the west, where it dies. the sun scorches my face, but i don't care. i am watching the chestnut legs stride slowly and gracefully past, staring up as the beasts above me walk either side (they won't step on a human unless they have a policeman on their back), and are gone, to a place i can only imagine. all that remains is what always remains - the sky and the memory, reminding us all how small we are, and how tiny and defenceless a human can be. horses. freud thought they symbolised the untamed side of the human. a potentially rampant sexuality kept in check by our superego, just waiting for the moment when it could be free. dreams of horses had only one meaning - and there was a reason middle class, respectable ladies were so troubled by them. to others, they symbolise freedom, escape, travel. to some, the white horse is an embodiment of the devil. others fear black beasts, racing from an unseen source, impervious to any command but those of their skeletal riders. to some, they're just animals. friends. workers, or money-spinners. john jennett suggested we buy one, train it to race. some would howl in protest at the very thought but i can only imagine the majesty of 'the state that i am in' as it glided over the green, decked in terry-towelling and valourous in velour, galloping past the stunned spectators, and striking some sort of blow for a kinder, freer world. of course, it would only be a metaphor, and, like most metaphors would be able to go free once it had rammed the point home. would we dream of this beast? perhaps. perhaps we already do. go free, little metaphor. i fear i may have used you badly. see you sunday? i'll be the one in the fishnet tights xx ian +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. 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Sinister: The Sad State I am In
by Guðmundur Jóhannsson 03 May '02

03 May '02

ohhh.. this is so hard.. life that is! Living in iceland aint as cool or hip or great as you guys would maybe think! Now when the summer arrives you lot are gonna see all these great bands but we here in Iceland are gonne see maybe two or three good bands. Live is not fair. The only thing that would lessen my grief and sorrow is that Belle & Sebastian would see themselves fit to visit my island. They are downright underground here and the word indie doesnt even fit. But people in the meanstream, the people that wear Buffalo shoes, dies their hair white and listen to IBIZA Mix 2001 and think they are cool know songs like Legal Man and Boy with the arab strap. We, the few people that listen to the band and have traveled abroad with the expenses that follow just too see our best band would so much like to see B&S here in Iceland. And I think a few of you would like to visit Iceland and make a trip out of it! I would organize something! But i am only dremaming *sigh* Gummi - wants B&S to come to iceland +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Judy and the dream of Equus caballus
by Vince West 03 May '02

03 May '02

Well, I've been out of the nursery for some time, now; but have failed to ever post a message. My name is Vince, and I live in Dallas; I'm friends w/ fellow listee, Melmoz - one of the coolest chicks I've ever met. We, of course, attended the Austin gig, where we witnessed an amazing show and met Alyson Snowball, a really cool girl, who hooked us up w/ a place to stay. Thanks again, Alyson, I hope you like the CDs. Anyway, other short notes about me...I'm 29, origninally from Tulsa, Oklahoma, I work in the Telecommunications industry, and I've listened to B&S for a little over a year. I really dig this list in that you get to peak @ other people lives, scattered thoughout the world, also in the knowledge of music that is shared. I've picked up at least a dozen CDs, recommended from this list and I'm sure much more $$$ will be spent in the months to come. Well I don't have much more to say, right this moment, but I thought I would end this mail w/ a CD suggestion; it's a local Dallas band, called "Polyphonic Spree". Very good stuff, if you're partial to Badly Drawn Boy. I believe most on-line music stores will have it. Take it easy, -Vince +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: elegant eloquent elephants
by Dean Gillon 03 May '02

03 May '02

Hi, I thought I'd exclusively reveal that the lovely Isobel isn't on tour because she's shacked up with me for a month or two. We're eating tuna pasta bake and spending some quality time together (if you get my drift). Nah, not really. It was omelettes. If I didn't mention it before, I work at Hartlepool Council some of the time, doing something similar to whoever it is works at the Scottish Parliament (sorry - can't remember who). Anyway, I worked the election last night and we now have a monkey for a mayor. For those of you outside of the UK, the mascot of the local football team stood for mayor for a laugh on a manifesto promise of free bananas for every school child. Anyway. He won. Now, you could take this one of two ways. either say "ho ho ho, that'll teach Blair and all his cronies - the half-baked twats that they are", or you could bemoan the state of democracy and the corruption, apathy and failure to deliver anything of any merit in local politics. I'm still not sure which to do, so could someone please tell me what to think. Going away for the weekend tomorrow, if I can somehow get across the country. The trains are on strike but I don't really mind - good luck to them, gotta stand up to those gits. I'll find some way of getting there. Have a good weekend to everyone who's bothered to read this. I recommend alcohol, cigarettes, class A drugs, dodgy sexual encounters and kebabs (veggie burgers for the conscientious among us). I'm off to watch 15 to 1. Is it just me who loves that programme? (yes i know I'm a saddo) Loads of Love and snogs to all the girls and sturdy, firm handshakes to the blokies. waves to all the babies and small animals (shrews, voles, earthworms, etc.), punches in the face to all those dicks who voted BNP in Burnley. Look forward to your posts after the weekend. Dean XXX (ps I'm obviously not advocating class A drugs before I get told off - they'll all make your pelvis turn into gin. And you wouldn't want that kids) __________________________________________________ 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: . "I sincerely think all great music comes from lyrics."
by lulou＠crockery.org 03 May '02

03 May '02

Hi everybody Today's Guardian has a short piece "And the next big thing in British music is... " featuring Stuart.. http://www.guardian.co.uk/Archive/Article/0,4273,4405703,00.html Thanks to everyone who is posting from the gigs. Audiogalaxy has a report on how brilliant the Texas show was- on the front page. http://www.audiogalaxy.com/ Cheers Linda 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: WiLLiaM ShaKespeaR's GoT FucK on mE...
by velocity farewell 03 May '02

03 May '02

Hello the sinister*land... Seems like things have been changing rapidly these last months... "2002 is going to be MY yeaR", i told my sister in New YeaR's EvE... and it seems that yes, it's been my yeaR so far... faR gonE and OuT... 3 weeks and a half till I'm in London... and this time i won't be going back to greece... it feels weird but it makes me so excited... it never felt like home here anyway... I miss posts from fRiEnDs...where is CaRsmiLe-Stephen-LaD? where is the PF? where is my Care-BeaR? thankfully our Luscious-Lucy posted recently!! even BG Mark hasn't posted for some days now... and ARchel! I keep having these images of ARchel dipping her quill into ink and writting poems with her hair all messed up, swearing as she can't find the word! You know I'm getting to share a sofa with our Archel on the night of the belles' gig in london... what's interesting is what's going to happen after the gig... we're going to shake our booties in a hip-hop-rap club in bRixton, oh yes!! Jordi said "i've heard the rumours, vel, are they true?"... the rumours about the booty-shaking after the gig, that is... sultry news travel fast, i'd say... so anyone who wants to come over to the Venue (i think that's what the club's called) and shake their cute bums with us, let me know... and even better, the day of my arrival, 31st March, the Camera Obscura are playing at the Monarch!!! oh London hasn't let me down... yet... you should all be there! talking about the obscuras made me think of glasgow... so back to Lucy... I was biting my nails whilst reading Lucy's post actually... all this 'moving to glasgow' shenanigans!! Oh me God!! I hate moving! I should be packing like mad, but i cannot be arsed really... all these records, all these books, all these clothes, my fave duvet and pillow... how am i going to take all that to glasgow? Life's running frantically and i'm running after it trying to catch up... a suite of faces, places, words, gestures passing by as i try to find a formula, to sort everything out, to put everything in some order... and i fail every time... I'm so happy I'm leaving here... all bad memories... all putrified stories... Do you remember Little John? the 8-years-old-boy who used to leave flowers on my doorstep? his mum's in a mental hospital... she couldn't stand her alcoholic husband's abuse anymore it seems... grandparents are looking after the children... no more coming at my flat at midnight sobbing with bruises all over her face and with little john hiding behind her, trying to escape her enraged husband who'd wait for her at the stairs throwing curses and threats, calling little john a poof and threatening him that he'll 'show him afterwards'... Sleepless nights all these have cost me... these nights i'd wish i had a gun... with no bullets... just to stick it to the tosser's head and watch him pissing his trousers with fear... and spit on his fucking face! and what an ugly face that is... People seem to become more and more bored... and lazy... when it comes to their heads... people seem to become more like amoebas... like they're returning to a protogenic form of life... everything's fine as long as they're easy... everything's fine as long as they're offered to us on a silver plate... and yet, everyone seems to struggle in their everyday lives... struggle with bills, struggle to make ends meet... but that's where their struggle begins and ends at the same time... Meanwhile, there are others who live their own tragedies... my Mao's always used to say to me "don't be ungrateful! look at all those people who have REAL problems, like health problems. You should be grateful".. the defeatist's philosophy i'd say... why should i look at the worse around me to be happy with my situation? isn't that self-indulgent and a losers' trait? I wonder... I've become to learn one thing, tragedy's subjective... it takes the dimensions, it takes the shape of your own soul, it moulds with your body... looking at a beggar starving on the pavement won't make you feel any better, why should it? will it make your life look better? isn't that the silliest thing ever? Oh but anyway, enough with these... sorry for boring you all... I keep walking by the new hospital building which is still under construction, looking up at its roof and thinking of that night that i, zozo, paul and stayc went on the rooftop... looking at the lights of the villages on the mountain opposite to us... thinking of chocolate cake spread all over my face and on the walls of the frontroom... thinking of spooky licking chocolate off paul's sleeve... thinking of the magnum bottle of champagne paul and stayc drained! and that's the kind of memories i'd like to keep... I hope Kyla posts soon... take care you lot, hugs, vel xxxxx "WaR is the last possible creative act" Mick Travis "IF" "true creation will rise from the ruins of the old world" Isidor Isou, L.I. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Try FREE Yahoo! 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Sinister: but when the wind starts to shift there's no argument.
by lindsey baker 03 May '02

03 May '02

hello again sinister. i keep making mistakes. and thinking about those mistakes, i wonder about the nature of making them, and, i suppose, learning whatever it is i am supposed to learn from them. some things i know are wrong before i do them. for example: sending one line bitch posts to the list. i've been here almost a year; i know better. some things i don't mean to do in an incorrect manner. for example: i didn't mean to misspell the boy's name in the newspaper story. but the music was loud in the record shop, and i didn't call to double-check the spelling. when he called i felt terribly, and so trudged downtown through the wind and rain, my umbrella blowing inside out all the way, to show my sheepish face to him and say i was sorry. i ran a correction. i invited him to a party. some things, i have been told, on the other hand, go bad just because. writing the dialogue poem i recently did for a class was a grand mistake. and probably not because i'm no good. probably not because i didn't understand the topic i wrote about. but maybe it was wrong simply because the timing was off, and so was i. sitting here at the paper again, waiting for an editor and someone to help me with my photography project, getting sick in the bathroom at random intervals, i realize that badness, maybe, is relative. perhaps i can focus on the good aspects of my body rejecting whatever toxic things inside must come out. the good aspects of list mummies coming out to remind the kids the list isn't about tickets. the good aspects of knowing how to spell charlie ludwig's name properly for the rest of my days. the good aspects of knowing that not everything i write is amazing, and maybe not even mediocre. i can muddle through, i can. i think i can. i think i can. i always hated that story. *** i remembered tonight a post i had written last summer, shortly after i joined the list. posts had been rife with complaints about belle and sebastian touring only the west coast of the american mainland. i, too, was filled with bitter rage until one day, i just accepted that things weren't going to go my way. i wrote about a birthday and a barbie and a lost barbie jacket. a fringed, pink jacket, nonetheless, one that i would surely like to own for my actual person these days. i started thinking about that jacket about ten minutes ago while in the loos, thinking about how upset i had been last summer about the tour. and the story came back to haunt me, a little. for here i've been sitting for weeks with the barbie i had wanted, the barbie i got after so much whining, and i have lost the jacket. i have lost the chance because of my own negligence. and that's the story of all my recent mistakes, stupidities committed because i was distracted by the overall injustices of situations, not paying attention to my job. to what i should have done all along in the first place. damn. and now, apologies. *** i hope tonight's purging soothes the soul in a way, rids me of the weights i have been carrying. for i feel lighter these days, floating through the next week to a night and a day and a night and a boy. and the show doesn't matter. neither do the tickets, really, or the misspelling, the rain, the umbrella, the poetry class. i have, in the last few months, been walking through and around every day with a sarcastic apathy, a tremulous fear of virtually everything. i have been afraid for me and for writing and for walking alone to anywhere further than a block away from where i started. i have hopped from puddle to puddle, moment to moment, like a bird, almost always conscious of brick walls and almost always crashing into glass windows. and for a while, after enough battering, i had simply flown over and above and away from everything. all the little pieces of every day can only half-compose this mosaic i've been plugging away at for twenty years. it needs grout, and i think i have found a bit of that, a bit of good, solid grounding material to make everything cohesive. worthwhile. lasting. i am happy again. and i am grateful. and i am less afraid. these things are what matter. about some things, i am not mistaken. i may have lost the jacket again after all, but i will not lose the doll. i will not lose the point. at least i'll try not to. so. after this sprawling around i get to the point. the one we should never lose. but do. thank you to those who have helped me remember. and thank you to the one who made it worthwhile again. xxx lou _________________________________________________________________ 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. 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Re: Subject: Sinister: Regarding ticket selling on the list
by John T. Cat, Esq. 02 May '02

02 May '02

It seems to me - That this is in fact the best place to find tickets. And I think the nursery is to thank for it. I would think that your average ticket scalper looking to make a score would not be able to post. I would think such an opportinistic personality would not have the patience and the foresight to sit in the nursery and wait until B&S are touring in order to make a buck. The people who love the band will want others to see it, and not be interested in the $10 or so they might make. Just my $.02, but I think selling tickets, at cost, in sinister is a very, very good thing. I can't think of any other place besides our small cosy corner of the internet to make sure that the person selling the ticket isn't intersted in anything besides helping someone to go to the show, and the person buying the ticket is someone that is actually going to use it and not turn around and scalp the ticket themselves. I bought 8 tickets, but I'm only using 3. The rest are going to a group of friends from Portland and a couplea people from Jersey. And I'm selling them for cost, and one beer. And if they don't have the money for the beer, I'll buy them one. Word up. John +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Regarding ticket selling on the list
by lulou＠crockery.org 02 May '02

02 May '02

Hi everybody List mum message, written in consultation with Honey.. A couple of housekeeping items...the toilets are on...oh, sorry, wrong meeting. TICKETS It has been a general convention that it is ok to swap or sell at cost price tickets for B&S on this list. B&S didn't tour much when the list was set up, although their little bottoms must be bus-sore by now, so it didn't cause many problems. This convention still applies. We don't really want the list to be used to tout tickets. In fact, any such activity will be viewed very dimly indeed. But, in view of the persistent touring behaviour by the band, can I make a plea to people selling / looking for tickets - I know you are probably in a panic but if you can (and I haven't always done this myself) make the mail more than a one liner...makes the whole thing a bit less brutal and commercial. SEARCHING You can search past messages from the main list web page, if you have not had time to read the list. http://www.missprint.org/sinister/ NYC and picnic is particularly informative... Cheers Linda +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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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