- Sinister - missprint.org

Sinister: Put on your hi heel sneakers
by figure2＠fsmail.net 23 Apr '02

23 Apr '02

Vilkas talks passionately about 'sneakers'. I'm from the UK and call them trainers. But thanks for that, Viklas, because I'm currently wearing some polisheable all-black leather 'sneakers' from Jones the bootmakers (their description, not mine). They're functional and go with your average smart-casual boring bloke look, but I am reminded of some 'sneakers' I have that just might still be in the wardrobe. Brb... YES!! I bought these in London a few years ago and happily smiled as the other pedestrians in Oxford Street stopped to stare at my shocking shods [? could that be a valid noun (in plural form)?]. At the junction of Little Portland Street and Great Titchfield Street none other than the most famous living British architect put the brakes on his Porsche Boxster to take a glance. Maybe it was for the benefit of his young son who was in the passenger seat at the time, since Lord_ was still in his 'grey' period back then (although back in the 70's primaries yellow, green and blue were to be found adorning the metal tubes of his hi-tech envelopes: perhaps it was a moment of nostalgia). I shall put them on. Ah... comfy. I'm going for a short walk to enjoy the springyness again, for which I need a hard surface. Paving slabs in the garden will have to suffice because, although the scenery up here is lovely, this is very much 'the sticks' and there are construction workers lurking around out on the street, ostensibly repairing its surface but generally eating sandwiches and communicating with geo-stationary spacecraft via a complex and shifting semaphore of traffic cones in formations which seem to present no more obvious purpose... but I digress. Back in five minutes. I'm panting now. I jogged across as many paving slabs as I could find, then over the little circular ones set in a wavy line across a lawn which forces you into a kind of crazy hop-scotch then up past four stunted apple trees (their height diminishes as the topsoil gets thinner) then a circuit of a small patch of birchwood at the top, setting off some wind-chimes as I thunder 'round somewhat inelegantly. It's not a big garden by any means, but there are several of 'bits' to it. Back down, a few more jumps (boy these things are bouncy!) and in the door again. They're called 'Falcon' by Adidas, and I think they're aimed at the children's market. I was 27 when I bought them and I'm 31 now. They're in fluorescent orange, with wee bits of blue and yellow. The soles are bright orange and yellow. They remain so after some four years as, for obvious reasons, I've hardly worn them. If I were a sporting man they'd probably be knackered by now, of course. I think I'll skip the porn bit, except to say that 'porno-chic' isn't really porn. I'll try to avoid sounding like I have the first clue about 'cultural studies' (because I don't: I haven't even read Baudrillard), but fashion appropriates the fringes (bdum! eek) of culture all the time, be it art or porn or political radicalism to give it a cutting edge (bdum! bdum! shoot me): to make fashion *interesting* because the mainstream gets *boring*. Rarely do fashionable trends have any more than a tangential reference to the content of the subjects they pertain to align themselves with. For example, in *real* porn, people *actually get turned on by it*. In it's more bizzare forms, the rest of us can just enjoy a good giggle, or a feeling of lofty bohemian tolerance. Talking of which, I'm going to remove these trainers now, because I'm going to kiss them. I may be some time... ;-) Gordon +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

1 0

Sinister: Pickerty Nickerty
by Stephen Hewitt 23 Apr '02

23 Apr '02

Ginger fox spewed forth: >So, I hereby announce at short notice - >London picnic, primrose hill, 27th April. >OK kids? >Good. Oh, 2pm or thereabouts. You all know >the routine >by now, don't you? and then i said to him: > has anyone else taken on the mantle of picnic mummy? i'm > sure i'm doing something this saturday too, but i can't > remember what it is, hmm, maybe it's only waiting in for > bed/wardrobe (two different items of furniture not one > combination type thing, although thinking about it, that > would be really kewl, but i digress...) that prolly won't > come for another three weeks. > > so erm, hold on this was going somewhere, ah yes, i think i > was going to volunteer to be picnic mummy. because he had also said: >does this actually mean I have to be a >picnic daddy? I don't think it's a good >idea. I might >not be there till 4pm myself as I am lazy. >And call me >strange, but I really don't want to give >my mobile >phone number out to the world. SO, ANYHOO, it appears that i am now IN CHARGE, so this is now officially my MOVING TO LONDON CELEBRATION PICNIC, which means things will be done PROPERLY (ahem). WHAT WILL HAPPEN 1) meet at the SPREAD EAGLE on CAMDEN PARKWAY for 2pm on SATURDAY (none of this poncy hanging around outside cinemas rubbish ;)) 2) faff about for a bit, buy BOUZE and CRISPS from unwins the off licence (unless you are cunning and have bought some already) 3) probably start walking up the hill about 2.30ish 4) sit on the top of the hill, natter, play football (can someone bring a ball pls), be smutty, DRINK and EAT, gossip (about YOU) etc 5) get bored/cold/run out of bouze 6) go back to the spread eagle to keep on drinking until closing time/falling over time. NB: should it be raining (although i understand the weekend is meant to be lovely), please omit steps 2 to 5. there you go, nae bother. newcomers are very very welcome, as are the usual suspects, who knows you might even get to meet ken. please mail me if you have any problems or questions (preferably about the picnic, but i'm very accommodating ;)) or think you might be late or something and i'll reassure you :) HERE IS A MAP: http://www.streetmap.co.uk/streetmap.dll?grid2map?X=528250&Y=183750&zoom =1 HERE ARE DIRECTIONS: Come out of Camden Town tube station, cross the road directly in front of you. turn left, walk to the end of the road until you are about to cross it again (100m), turn right and on to Parkway. Walk along Parkway until you see the Spread Eagle on your left, have a look to see if we're there, otherwise have a look in unwins the off licence. if we are in neither of these places carry on walking up parkway until you reach a big junctiony thing where you turn right along gloucester avenue. there is then a fork in the road where you take the left hand one along regents park road. tootle along there until you see the park on your left, walk through the park until you get to the highest bit and we will be there. (that looks a lot more difficult than it really is btw) all home made biccies/cakes/quiches will be oohed and ahhed at and then scoffed :) YAY picnics!!! xoxo CarsmileSteve +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

1 0

Sinister: Ease your meat with a squeeze
by kchu＠daimlerchryslerservices.co.uk 23 Apr '02

23 Apr '02

Sinister: Ken's back is quite smooth and non-hairy. Unlike a wolf, or a peacock, who both have very hairy backs. Ken also has a new work e-mail address now look. woo exciting. There has been talks on labelling, and conformity into groups, and classifications.. e.g. r-chel playforth: >>is there really anyone on sinister who actively seeks to be included in an obvious clique/subculture (as defined by dress/musical taste mainly)?<< and danny (who drinks tequila): >>Apparently whenever people try to describe me in a very one-dimensional way the word twee always seems to pop up<< Whenever I think about this subculture business I get confused when I get to the "indie" subculture.. I figured after a while that it was because there is being indie, and there's being "indie". And that being indie is about listening to yourself, and doing what your personal taste tell you you should do and don't give a shit about what other people thinks. Then there's being "indie" which is wearing indie glasses, indie flares, indie cardigans, indie dufflecoats and only listening to bands that indie people listen to, and don't give a shit that "non-indie" people think you look rather silly and you'd have a tough time finding a daytime job with that hair. But later on a realised that being indie and "indie" isn't mutually exclusive, because maybe you actually like "indie" clothes, and the bands you listen to are those you geniunely like, and that's good, but I get a bit mad when people bang on about being a non-conformist when it is kind of clear that they don't mean what they say at all (the worst is to be a "non-conformist" which seems to me is basically getting onto everyone's tits for the sake of it) But one is much better off being "indie", than indie, (ken's scale of "better off" is measured by "chances of getting laid"), since by being "indie" you instantly have a way bigger friend-base (although the term "friend" here is imprecise) and therefore an instantly bigger gene-pool your can contribute chromosomes into. Whereas if you're just indie you lose the advantage of being in a cliche (unless you're blessed by being indie and "indie", or even better indie and "goth" or "townie"), your friend base is confined to just the people who are tolerant enough to not just dismiss you as being strange, or that they kinda like you as a person rather than as a member of a (debatably) well-dressed gang. So five paragraphs of bollocks later Ken realises that nothing new has been said at all, and that being a non-conformist is just a state of mind, and no one cares. My attempt to be a "non-conformist" consisted of being "a vegetarian who eats meat", a wonder that I don't pull very often? Next I'll be a male lesbian, or a Chinese member of the BNP. Modboys and Indieans and Red Bulls Ken P.S.: Now that all of the B&S Treasure Hunt clues have been found, I wonder if the band will release the answers to the clues any time soon. P.S.2.: Went to ATP this weekend, it was fun but can't think of good reportings back yet will leave the honours to others except to say that SINISTER FC WON THE FOOTIE AGAIN! Props to Elton John. x-box: Although this is my new e-mail address, crush votes should still go to pykachu100(a)hotmail.com (hint) Gamecube: Sorry about the big legal shindig thingie underneath... but this is CONFIDENTIAL you know....... ****************************************************************************** CONFIDENTIALITY STATEMENT This email, its content and any files transmitted with it are intended solely for the addressee(s) and may be legally privileged and/or confidential. Access by any other party is unauthorised without the express written permission of the sender. If you have received this email in error you may not copy or use the contents, attachments or information in anyway. Please destroy it and contact the sender on 0870 840 5000 or via email return. This email has been prepared using information believed by the author to be reliable and accurate, but DaimlerChrysler Services UK Ltd. makes no warranty as to accuracy or completeness. In particular DaimlerChrysler Services UK Ltd. does not accept responsibility for changes made to this email after it was sent. Any opinions expressed in this document are those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the opinions of DaimlerChrysler Services UK Ltd, or its affiliates. CONFIDENTIALITY STATEMENT ****************************************************************************** +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

1 0

Sinister: A Perth Picnic
by terry boyle 23 Apr '02

23 Apr '02

Hello, I thought I would post about the first official Perth Sinister picnic. Twas a very humble affair, attended by myself, Jim, Helen and the English import Niko. A slightly nervous me shyly approached a sinister looking bunch of 3 people who were sitting cross legged, looking dishevelled (apart from the well presented Helen) and sharing a salad in Central Park. Names were exchanged, then we went to the pub. Beer was drunk, travelling stories were told, Withnail and I was discussed, Twisted Nerve was commended. Luckily everyone agreed that Slow Graffiti was perhaps their favourite song, thus ensuring me some content. We found that none of us really fits into our vocation (although I can see Niko in a bright pink shirt with "I dig Archaeology" or "Archaeology Rocks" written on it). The Perthites proved to Niko that our city is just a big country town, and that everyone in Perth can be linked through just two degrees of separation. He appeared to be suitably impressed. Then, sadly, it was time to go home, safe with the knowledge that Sinister is a wonderful place. Belle and Sebastian, bringing the world together. Terry See Dave Matthews Band live or win a signed guitar http://r.lycos.com/r/bmgfly_mail_dmb/http://win.ipromotions.com/lycos_02020… +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

2 1

Sinister: first post
by Elizabeth 23 Apr '02

23 Apr '02

Hi everyone, I guess that it's time to put my shyness behind me and introduce myself to all of you lovelies. My name is Elizabeth, and I've been on and off this list now for about 2 years. I've often tried mustering up the courage to post, but whenever I do I always get the message back as an error, so I hope that this one makes it!!! I'm from Iowa *blah* so if there's any other sinisterines on the list from this area feel free to email me privately. I have no belle and sebastian pals here, so that's a bit saddening. I enjoy reading all of your posts... they make a lonely girl's day :o) --Elizabeth PS. Can anyone offer some tips as to registering to vote for crushes? I keep trying to send in the commands, but that keeps coming back as an error, too!!! :o( +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

1 0

Sinister: lately i'm finding i am the book and you are the binding
by lindsey baker 22 Apr '02

22 Apr '02

hello sinister. i've had an odd weekend. looking at the words there next to each other, it occurs to me that the sentence is unoriginal. for me to have an odd weekend is not singular, and in and of itself, not all that interesting, either. but still, i will write on and on and on of oddities and commonalities and hope that somewhere in the act of writing and reading and forgetting, i will remember the feeling of friday night, and the subsequent minutes to come and pass away. is that indie? is that emo? is that rawk? is that apathetic? is that categorical? is that worth caring about? is that me? is it? is it? is it? maybe we do need a pretty song, and so i recommend ben kweller to the list and skip a line to commence something. *** i was supposed to see cursive friday night. i was actually more than a bit jazzed about the show, not only to see the band (which i only really listen to when i get really pissed off thanks to the nature of 'the lament of pretty baby') but also to see the people i knew would be there. ex-boyfriends and indie folk galore, i guess, and i was decked out and ready to roll by the band merchandise table (where i would have undoubtedly purchased a button for the masterpiece bag) and chain smoke my way to a smoke-hazed oblivion of actualized mistakes. i never made it. i chose, unfortunately, to go with some people who will soon be 'smug-marrieds,' who decided that, upon coasting off i-80 into omaha, they needed to go shopping for a loveseat. for an hour and a half we rounded the floor of couches and sofas and chairs at nebraska furniture mart, going back and forth between two identical loveseats save for the different color-schemes in their plaid upholstry fabrics. finally they chose a rather countrified gem in pale blues and reds, with an abnormally high back for what they deemed was 'good back support.' after the shopping reached its heady end, food was next on the to-do list. they wanted sushi. i said all right, even though i'm not a big sushi fan, but i was willing to do whatever it took to get to tim kasher. the wait was too long at sushi ichiban, so i took them to a vietnamese place i quite fancy. at least i had a good dinner, i thought, as i sucked down a parliament in front of the 'sold out' sign on the door to sokol underground an hour later. they wanted to go to a used bookstore downtown called the antiquarium, a heralded hippie hangout of musty books and music and a black and white cat. i said fine, sure, go. it's ok that i'm missing out on the only reason i came home. and so. we went. and there, among the stacks and stacks of dusty boks, came the beginning of the oddness. the antiquarium is one of those places you go to either because you're a hard-core used book reader, you need something sort of hard to find on vinyl or you're trying to be cool. i went out with the lead singer of the band the movies (back when he was solo hit matt whipkey) in high school, and he told me he always took girls to the antiquarium on a first date because it made him look 'intellectual.' in the front corner of the store hangs a white piece of cardboard with the words 'designated smoking area' written in red marker and outlined in black. underneath is a grouping of chairs and tall ashtrays, a coffee table strewn with books and magazines. friday night, people occupied the chairs, smoking and stroking the cat, talking about anthropolgy and anatomy and the subtle differences between being a masseuse and a masseur. i finally found the poetry section, having left the happy couple perusing the religion and cookbook areas, and set to work scouring the shelves for something. and there, fifteen or so feet away from the heavy conversation and suspended layer of smoke, the cat rubbing against and around my ankles, i discovered a section of poetry volumes by my poetry professor. greg kuzma. i picked them off the shelf one by one, and flipped through the pages. 1978. 1988. 1995. greg read us one of his poems last semester, a long ditty called 'getting the dead out.' the title turned out to be the best line of the piece, and i sort of stopped listening halfway through his reading. the poems in the first book i looked at were shorter, older. a hell of a lot better. it was weird, seeing his name on the cover and seeing the differing lengths of each book and poem. trying to, as he always likes to say, feel the words in my mouth. get my teeth and gums around the lines, maybe with the luck of biting into something quite worthy of mulling, chewing. one of the books, a little one containing a single poem titled 'grandmother,' had an autograph. it said: 'to the person i always loved the most -- greg kuzma.' and i was sad, thinking that there, written above the signature i had seen so many times before written on my poetry papers, someone he had loved hadn't treasured the written or the printed words enough to keep them. the penciled price for the book was $4.50, and i didn't buy it. it wasn't mine, and i didn't think i could ever try to imagine myself to be the one greg always loved the most. or. rather. maybe i wondered if i could ever be the one anyone always loved the most. i slipped the book back between the other yellowed copies, and stood there, looking sideways at the spines of all the books together, all the names of people who do what i do. who sit down in a room somewhere and watch everything fall away save for a pen and paper. i was filled with an overwhelming sense of longing, for someone and something i could only half-define. i don't know now if i would have been happier with the ex-boyfriends and pseudo-indie friends and grinding bitterness of cursive. i don't know if i was happy with greg's cursive signature and the obligation of riding back with a happily/overly christian couple. i wanted something. i wanted a name. i wanted a boy. i wanted the passing of time to accelerate for a while. i wanted to sit with the graying hippies and smoke for a bit, petting the cat and saying i, too, knew much about the nervous system. i wanted the person greg loved the most to have that book back, on their shelf, to have a story worth talking about. *** matthew said this: Same goes for love, which you indie sentimental folk love to talk about. It's all sort of worthless too. How often do relationships really work out? How giving can one person be for so long? You know that someone is going to get tired, and things will fuck up, and there will be bad patches. And eventually, it will end. Marriages that last awhile seem to be rare, and when they do happen, it's usually at the expense of true happiness or dignity on someone's part or something like that. I know that's vague, but whatever. i have two songs to reference for this, first, before i throw out my indie-tastic two cents. 1. "we've been waiting all year for someone to just say, 'everyone fucks up, it's going to be ok.'" -- rilo kiley 2. "son, love is a punch in the eye. it's a sudden and swift surprise. it's not a candle, not waiting to burn. so baby, just wait your turn. and when it hits you, you'll see, through rose-colored apathy, through the blues that bruise can leave...was it really worth the wait?" -- the good life (tim kasher rears his head again! why? why did i miss him?) goodness, apathy seems to be winning out these days on matters of love and life and everything else. i would like to think that love, in its purest and truest form, will only further qualify my sense of self and dignity and happiness. not because someone else supplies me with false senses of inner-worth, but because i will finally realize that, when i love, the time spent believing love to be elusive and short-lived at best has really been a grand self-delusion. how will we ever be able to love if we don't believe it's worth the while it lasts? and if love is worthless why the hell am i wasting time on things i love? maybe i am one of the century of fakers, and i really love nothing but myself, or the image of myself i create at night when i'm lying in my bed, trying desperately to not be afraid, to breathe. but if i love me, and love is worthless, maybe that means i am worthless, too. ahhhhh. indie sentiments. i "love" them. songs rise and fall, just as people do. let the movement of air through your lungs match the pacing of chords, then, i guess, but question the depth of your lyrical understanding if you have never known or believed in love. we fall in love with songs because of the personal history we bring to the music, not because the music supplies us with artificial emotion. danny said this: "I like to believe that everything matters and that everything we do can make a difference and that everything is precious but sometimes i just get hit by a huge bout of apathy that lasts for a few days or sometimes longer. The bouts of apathy scare me,but i guess they're all part and parcel of being someone non-linear. Someone who can be very twee and all RAWK at the same time. Someone who loves to watch amelie but can just easily make do with some trashy horror like scream. Someone who enjoys reading 'classic' novels,teenage-dramas and poirot detective novels. Part and parcel of being me." this is why people fall in love with danny, and why it's worth it and, whether he believes it or not, why it lasts. see songs referenced above. we all long for something. something vague and specific and neatly categorized into such evil slots as 'love' or 'acceptance' or 'truth' or 'companionship.' i will take all of the above, please, even if they're all as worthless as greg kuzma's autograph, a trip to a sold-out show, a difference in plaids. even if they're all as worthless as me. xxx love, lou _________________________________________________________________ Chat with friends online, try MSN Messenger: http://messenger.msn.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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

1 0

Sinister: B&S at glasto
by Dean Gillon 22 Apr '02

22 Apr '02

Hi people, dunno if this is common knowledge or wot but Belle and Sebastian confirmed for Sunday at glastonbury (I have it on good authority!) If you have heard this (and knowing the manic lengths some of you people will go to gain information - rooting through the bin's at jeepster's offices etc.) then sorry. I'm going to get drunk on tequila now. Bye Dean XXX ps - jaffa cakes. are they cakes or are they biscuits? time for a healthy debate please. __________________________________________________ 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

1 0

Re: Sinister: If You're Sealing Finisterre
by Carmen Aad 22 Apr '02

22 Apr '02

Hi List I was in London this weekend and I picked up a flyer that was advertising a night for the label that David was describing below. It sounds quite good and I wish I could go! For those who are interested heres what the flyer says: 93 Feet East, 150 Brick Lane, London "May 1st EAT YOUR OWN EARS vs TRACK AND FIELD ORGANISATION Hall & Gallery Bar 8 - 11pm £8 Eat your own Ears in collaboration with the Track & Field Organisation is proud to present a coming out night for the Geographic label. Geographic In London offers an especially rare opportunity to experience MAHER SHALAL HASH BAZ, the enchanted Japanese pop-psych outfit, led by TORI KUDO, one of the most important figures to have emerged from Tokyo. THE BILL WELLS TRIO, a beautiful expression of the Falkirk-based composer's music. Bill will be joined by long-standing collaborator, ROBERT HENDERSON (trumpet) from Teenage Fanclub and The Pastels respectively, NORMAN BLAKE (guitar and keys) and KATRINA MITCHELL (vocals and perc). Special guests are ex Jesus and Mary Chain founders FREEHEAT playing a live set introducing SISTER VANILLA, who recently debuted on the Geographic compilation. A winning combination." >From: lazylinedavid(a)netscape.net >Reply-To: lazylinedavid(a)netscape.net >To: sinister(a)missprint.org >Subject: Sinister: If You're Sealing Finisterre >Date: Mon, 22 Apr 2002 12:00:08 -0400 > >I'm not sure if anyone's mentioned this album yet, but you might want to >check out the Geographic label's new compilation, 'You Don't Need Darkness >to Do What You Think is Right'. There are some magical songs on it, and >appearances from Isobel, Stevie and Mick. It has those filthy Mary Chain >brothers playing with their sister, a wonderful Future Pilot song that >makes you want to clap your hands like a two-year-old, and a new Telstar >Ponies song (with Mick on trumpet) which you just don't want to end. But >perhaps the best song is 'Me, on the Beach' by a Japanese band whose name >I've forgotten. The woman's voice sounds like a gorgeous brass instrument, >the backing vocals and harmonies are lush, and the whole thing is like >being stroked all over. But not by the Strokes. The whole album sounds like >a mix-tape, in the very best sense of the word. And, like all the best >label samplers, it's cheap. > >In other news, I saw a piece on Starsailor on CNN Headline News yesterday >afternoon. What the f**k is that all about?? > >Take care, > >David > > >__________________________________________________________________ >Your favorite stores, helpful shopping tools and great gift ideas. >Experience the convenience of buying online with Shop@Netscape! >http://shopnow.netscape.com/ > >Get your own FREE, personal Netscape Mail account today at >http://webmail.netscape.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! +-+ >+-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

1 0

Sinister: Where do you go when you're lonely?Where do you go when you're bllew?
by Danny Farrell 22 Apr '02

22 Apr '02

Hello miss sinister, i'm no longer a melodramatic teen,that's right now i am only MELODRAMATIC. There's no noticeable difference yet though except everyone keeps asking what it's like to be just plain old melodramatic,i don't have an answer yet though, what i do have is lots and lots of LAGER which fits in with part 2 of my plan. I know i'm still a wee spring chicken but i always figured that when i got into uni i'd have some sort of plan,maybe even just a quick sketch and then when i got to uni i found out that the only plan i had was to avoid uni as much as possible and i decided i'd put of my plan until i was 20. Now i'm sitting here sans plan so i'm going to make one up right on the spot. Apparently whenever people try to describe me in a very one-dimensional way the word twee always seems to pop up,now i have no qualms with most aspects of tweeness,i do have problems with the one dimensional characterisation however that means i have to be twee and nothing else,because that's just not true, as anyone who has seen me drink tequilla knows. Anyway so my game plan is to drop the tweeness now i'm an OLD MAN and be all RAWK AND ROLL. None of this dannypie nonsense,fuck this shit,from now on it's dannydenim or dannyshag because that's what i'm gonna be all about. especially denim because denim=shagwear or maybe i won't,maybe my gameplan will be to be myself and to avoid uni as much as possible so i can come out with all my fac....... with all my f-a-c-u-l-t-i-e-s intact. i watched a movie called SFW the other day,it's one of those grunge era films where the main character tries a little too hard to be messr. cobain. Anyway i really liked it because it was pulled out of the depths of grunge-era filmmaking byt the inclusion of a nice little media satire. SFW=So fucking what and this guy becomes famous and that's his suitably apathetic grungle slogan. Anyway the really good part is where someone tries to kill the main character because she believes that everything matters and then she gets catapulted into stardom. Then there are a few scenes exactly the same as when the hero was catapulted into stardom except the girl is preaching about how everything matters. I like to believe that everything matters and that everything we do can make a difference and that everything is precious but sometimes i just get hit by a huge bout of apathy that lasts for a few days or sometimes longer. The bouts of apathy scare me,but i guess they're all part and parcel of being someone non-linear. Someone who can be very twee and all RAWK at the same time. Someone who loves to watch amelie but can just easily make do with some trashy horror like scream. Someone who enjoys reading 'classic' novels,teenage-dramas and poirot detective novels. Part and parcel of being me. Take care my little sinisterettes, your mr dannypie xxx _________________________________________________________________ Chat with friends online, try MSN Messenger: http://messenger.msn.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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

1 0

Sinister: If You're Sealing Finisterre
by lazylinedavid＠netscape.net 22 Apr '02

22 Apr '02

I'm not sure if anyone's mentioned this album yet, but you might want to check out the Geographic label's new compilation, 'You Don't Need Darkness to Do What You Think is Right'. There are some magical songs on it, and appearances from Isobel, Stevie and Mick. It has those filthy Mary Chain brothers playing with their sister, a wonderful Future Pilot song that makes you want to clap your hands like a two-year-old, and a new Telstar Ponies song (with Mick on trumpet) which you just don't want to end. But perhaps the best song is 'Me, on the Beach' by a Japanese band whose name I've forgotten. The woman's voice sounds like a gorgeous brass instrument, the backing vocals and harmonies are lush, and the whole thing is like being stroked all over. But not by the Strokes. The whole album sounds like a mix-tape, in the very best sense of the word. And, like all the best label samplers, it's cheap. In other news, I saw a piece on Starsailor on CNN Headline News yesterday afternoon. What the f**k is that all about?? Take care, David __________________________________________________________________ Your favorite stores, helpful shopping tools and great gift ideas. Experience the convenience of buying online with Shop@Netscape! http://shopnow.netscape.com/ Get your own FREE, personal Netscape Mail account today at http://webmail.netscape.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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

1 0