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Sinister: b&s setlists
by Ian Watson 17 Mar '02

17 Mar '02

Mow asked about B&S setlists. "Will they play the same songs in every concert of the tour or will every single show be different?" My experience is that they do their best to make each show unique, but whether that's still possible once you start playing tours with more than four dates is another matter entirely. When they played Leeds, Nottingham and London on the tour with Elliott Smith in support, the show in Leeds and the show in Nottingham were completely different, there were no overlaps whatsoever, and then the London show was like an amalgam of the Leeds and Nottingham gigs. That meant that if you went to Leeds and then Nottingham you got to hear about 30 plus B&S songs over the space of two nights. They didn't, however, play Electronic Renaissance, at any of the gigs and (in my opinion) rightly so, as The Field Mice still get weird shivers whenever anyone plays it. I actually skip the track whenever I play Tigermilk. So I wouldn't hold out much hope of them playing it when you see them. I could be wrong, of course. Anyway, when they did the last British tour, I saw them play Glasgow and then the Albert Hall and the sets had a core of a certain group of songs with others changed around and extra covers thrown in. Much like you'd expect. The cabaret element that they had on that tour was the real changing element. In Glasgow they had friends dressed as policemen who came onstage to arrest Stuart for not paying his car tax (or something like that) halfway through a song and in London they had two friends (the same ones?) who pretended to be Waldorf and Stadtler (or however you spell them), the two old guys from the Muppets who heckled the band. So the answer to your question is, every show will be different. I've seen them about a dozen times now and each gig has been different, varying either in set or quality (the early London gigs - oh dear) or atmosphere but I have a great, distinct memory from each one. I think seeing them play "What Goes On" in that synagogue/church place in New York just after Diana died was one of the best. Brixton should be great. Mostly because it's ten minutes walk from my flat. Well, if anyone ever asks "what's been the most boring post ever on Sinister?" you can say "oh, that long rambling one about the intricacies of their set list". I've even sent myself to sleep. The new Mum album is amazing, by the way. Ian ---------- >From: "sonicblue(a)lycos.com" <sonicblue(a)lycos.com> >To: sinister(a)missprint.org >Subject: Sinister: Conspiracies >Date: Sun, Mar 17, 2002, 1:58 pm > >hello to everyone, > >so, we are going to see Belle and Sebastian live. > >I don't know if it is the same for you but I'm already starting >to prepare myself thinking to things like which t-shirt will I be >wearing or which side of the stage will I be staring at or whether >Stuart will appreciate my stage diving if they play Electronic Renaissance >and so on... > >Another thing I'm insistently thinking at is: will they play the >same songs in every concert of the tour or will every single show be different ? >I know that most of us don't have enough experience to answer. >I saw them once, last summer at Benicassim, but I have no information about >their past shows. >So: are you aware of any web site dedicated to the band with an >archive of all the songs they played live ? >If not, why don't we start to keep track of them starting from this >tour ? I think those kind of information are quite interesting for >the fans... (or, at least, they are for me). >what do u think about that ? > >bye >mow > >p.s. >for those of you that were scared about my stage diving conspiracy: >I won't do anything like that on the head of anyone, only joking. > > >2,000,000,000 Web Pages--you only need 1. Save time with My Lycos. >http://my.lycos.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. 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Sinister: Conspiracies
by sonicblue＠lycos.com 17 Mar '02

17 Mar '02

hello to everyone, so, we are going to see Belle and Sebastian live. I don't know if it is the same for you but I'm already starting to prepare myself thinking to things like which t-shirt will I be wearing or which side of the stage will I be staring at or whether Stuart will appreciate my stage diving if they play Electronic Renaissance and so on... Another thing I'm insistently thinking at is: will they play the same songs in every concert of the tour or will every single show be different ? I know that most of us don't have enough experience to answer. I saw them once, last summer at Benicassim, but I have no information about their past shows. So: are you aware of any web site dedicated to the band with an archive of all the songs they played live ? If not, why don't we start to keep track of them starting from this tour ? I think those kind of information are quite interesting for the fans... (or, at least, they are for me). what do u think about that ? bye mow p.s. for those of you that were scared about my stage diving conspiracy: I won't do anything like that on the head of anyone, only joking. 2,000,000,000 Web Pages--you only need 1. Save time with My Lycos. http://my.lycos.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: WHAT I DID FOR LOVE the cast of a chorus line tells me
by LilGrape25＠aol.com 17 Mar '02

17 Mar '02

Tommorrow I leave for Japan. Can you believe it, Japan? Unfortunately, with mom and pop and my little brother, but I'm still unbelievably excited. AND THE LESS I SEEK MY SOUL FOR SOME DEFINATIVE, THE CLOSER I AM TO FINE philosophized the indigo girls Maybe its just because I'm listening to the mix max most recently made for me- all stuff sung by emotional and emopowered women, which he calls "the lesbian mix"- but I'm feeling really emotional about leaving tommorrow, like its going to be be something big and life changing, which it probably won't. AND I DON'T NEED ANYONE declares JJ72, who's lead singer is male...so they say...but really doesn't sound it at all. So, I know we're not supposed to discuss the list on the list, but I'm going to do it anyway. where else does one discuss it? I think that the list hit a bit of a lull a few weeks ago, but that it doesn't reflect anything serious at all, its already gotten better! Life Spirals, like eileen said, and so the sinister list moves through repeating phases. If you don't like a post, don't finish reading it, thats what I say. Lets not make any conclusions about the longterm changes in the character of the list, because no one wants it to change, and I don't think it will for a long time. So, until it deteriorates in such an obvious way that it cannot be denied, I think we shouldn't doubt our cummunity. SAVE ME whines Aimee Mann Does anyone know who's opening in New York? Not that it matters all that much, I'm excited enough to see belle and sebastian. OH LORD, WON'T YOU BUY ME A MERCEDES BENZ? Well, I'll tell you all about my possibly life changing trip to japan in my next annoying/illegal/thrilling/fascinating memoir of a post. love, Rachel Grapenut +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: \m/... Raaahhhhhhhk
by Vilkas & Lou Horvath 16 Mar '02

16 Mar '02

Dear Sinister Kids, Naw aw! Na hah. Ok. Sleater-Kinney is opening up for the DC show. DUUUUUDE! I can't say how happy I am that Sleater-Kinney are playing too. I just found this out. To begin with, "The Hot Rock" has been on repeat in my house for the past week. And another thing. I've only managed to see them once. That was in Glasgow in 2000 at the 13th Note Club with a friend and her boyfriend. And also with apparently every alterna-teen in the entire west of Scotland. Ok. Definitely not all, but give it up for hyperbole. Were you there? Why doncha give a holler over here and tell us your memory of that show. Janet Weiss is a one woman drumming army. Like Mike Watt's one man bass army. But better cos she's nothing but collected whilst her flying limbs of judo create ROCK. Jeebus, the two of them together could topple empires. Ok. Not really, but they're all good. Ok. I've seen Quasi too but that doesn't count cos that's just Janet Weiss. Ah, but it's also Sam Coombes. Makin a lovely racket. Well I'm off to dye my friend Andrea's hair and then get drunk. Rock On, Vilkas (who is enjoying a mixtape involving The Corrs, Kylie and Craig David*) *just making sure I don't perpetrate too much of a hipster fraud with my Rock tangent. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: spirals
by chippy eileen 16 Mar '02

16 Mar '02

(written on monday, but i haven't had chance to post it until today. linda said things come around again, and i wondered if she'd been watching me,reading my mind) --- life moves in spirals. a gypsy told me that once. at least, she was pretending to be a gypsy. when i saw her later, behind her tent, smoking a lambert and butler and without the glamour of her headscarf, she seemed less exotic. most people do, when you get to know them better. she also told me a wonderful man was going to sweep me off my feet. she was half-right. i wondered what that meant, about spirals, at the time. i thought it might just be something clever that she said when she wasn't sure about her client. a battered fish floats in the vat before me, pushed round in a circle by the current. for a moment, it swims again, and then it is plucked out, drained,and placed in paper with potato products. life takes you where you don't expect it to. you come back, re-visit old experiences, but it is never the same. sinister-list, i remember you from 2 years ago. we didn't talk as much as i wanted to. i lost touch with you on The Day Of The Smashed Computer and i haven't seen you since. we've both changed. you look younger, if anything, and me - well, take a look at my face. if you remember me, you'll know i've grown. now, i see you again. you have the same easy grace, which i always admired. i stumble less now, and have learned to hold my head up. if we didn't notice these things, we would think life was the same. the spiral turns again. a car pulls up outside the chip-shop window. its andy. i haven't seen andy since he moved away. shortly before i left this little village with a pub, a chip shop, and a lady that still, after all these years, goes from house to house cutting old ladies' hair. i flick off the little cassette player i keep in the chip shop. he wouldn't want to hear what is playing. i didn't want to hear it for a long time, either. 2 years ago, andy told me he was gay. we both cried. him, because it was a big secret and he was scared of how i'd react. me, because i was in bed with him at the time. and then he went to london. i wanted to find him and tell him i'd be there, that i'd try and be supportive, but it was too late. he left, and left me intact, if you catch my meaning. and i'm glad for that, now. i remember waiting for margaret and frank to close the chippy downstairs, and running out into his car. he kissed me, then he flicked the stereo on, and drove us back to angela's place. angela had been around. angela, it seems, is still going around, only these days she has a baby in tow. angela had an older boyfriend, angela smoked pot, talked about my bloody valentine and had had anal intercourse. angela told me it was about time i grew up and gave andy what he deserved. and so, that night, as i felt the exhileration that goes with utter terror, as the rain hit the windows of andy's dad's cortina and we raced up the roads between east langerston and the next village, five miles through the darkness, i tried to think about something else. i tried to listen to the music, to the ballad of ray suzuki as it rushed through my arms and up and down my chest, as it made my mind buzz. i told myself it was stuart david that threatened to send my spine into spasms and not the boy i'd been to school with. the sensitive, quiet and kind boy who had grown into a sensitive, quiet and kind larger boy, but still had some way to go before he would become a man. angela had disappeared with a boy from leeds who had a motorbike and worked in a garage. she had left her cds scattered around the bedroom, and lit a joss-stick, and she'd left a note telling me that anything... should we need it... was in her bedside table. and, so, we played the cds, and we touched each other awkwardly, and i made andy put on 'bug rain' because it calmed me. we drank the vodka we'd been left, and we lay underneath the carpet blanket on angela's bed. and we laughed, for a while, because neither of us knew what else to do. i get up high, above the lake.... look at me up a tree again.. and now, andy climbs out of his car, sees me, climbs back in again and is gone. i had been trying to give him my welcoming smile. i must work on my welcoming smile. and my mind goes back to lying under that blanket and hearing his car pulling away up the road, knowing he was drunk but, just for a moment, not caring, peeling the label off the vodka bottle, wondering if i should have worn black underwear, like angela told me to, instead of the knickers margaret had bought me from littlewoods. look at me, up a tree again look at me, up a tree again humming it over and over to myself, and falling asleep. waking, at five in the morning, to hear banging in the room nextdoor and quietly phoning a taxi to take me home. music... i used to love the way it got inside me. i used to invite it inside me, feel its energy, taking me into myself, around myself and into the world in a way few other experiences could. the problem is, when the essence is part of your blood, you are that much easier to poison. a year ago, when i left for leeds, i didn't take my looper albums. i hadn't listened to them in over a year. last month, when the spiral turned again, i came home, and i put the album on, and i noticed it was still there, within me. not poisonous, not yet pure, but potent, all the same. a woman is asking me about battered mushrooms, and i pull myself away from the noise of car engines. she says it is nice to see me back, and i smile, and sprinkle salt and vinegar. no vodka, this time. no self-recrimination. no staring at the rain as it hit the window, and pulling a blanket closer. oh, i can still do all these things, but not today. i forward the cassette player, and wait for the those three little words... 'yer a looper'. i find myself dancing around behind the vat, waving a spatula and shouting 'yer a BUNCH OF LOOPERS' to the empty shop. the song feels like it once did, all those years ago, potent, energising, and full of possibilities. it is mine again. we have found each other. eileen _________________________________________________________________ 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. 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Sinister: you've been go for some time, but i fear you'll be here oh no again
by lindsey baker 15 Mar '02

15 Mar '02

hello sinister. i wasn't planning on posting again so soon, after my gigantic (albeit probably rather confusing) last post. but today, i am craving the sound of keys typing, and i cannot write enough to satiate the need. i think there is a reason i have chosen sinister to be the victim of my wannabe-literary torture, and it is a small and simple one. today, i crush-voted. this was the second time (hi owen.) i have wiped my plams on the thighs of my faded, cuffed jeans to quell slippery fingers and sent the little, near-empty email body to the elusive miss crush. waited with baited breath for the password. diligently typed in the necessary combination of words and address and pushed send, noting that hotmail sent it off with lightning speed. i have said before that democratic loving is problematic, and perhaps it is. it leaves you feeling suspended, nervous, sending a message of something -- because it is most likely not love, but a liking, an infatuation and an actualization of tangible hope -- out into the void, where it will land in the unsuspecting lap of someone you have most likely never met, and may never meet. maybe it's someone who puts words together in such a fashion as to make the world stop turning, make the harsh, detached glare of a computer screen melt away, make you feel like the internet is really only a big gathering of people waiting somewhere in a long line, shivering because it's probably cold, clutching belle and sebastian tickets for a pending show. and the words wrap around you like the big yellow blanket you slept with as a girl, used for a cape when brandishing a hot pink, plastic sword and screaming 'she-ra, princess of power' at the top of your lungs in the freshly cut-grass of your springtime backyard. and then. you say something. under the guise of an invisible middle-man gone matchmaker, and you wait, i think, not necessarily for the proper response but rather a response of your own, a feeling to become felt. i am still leary of crush-voting, though i love getting votes. i love the small streak of happiness that usually overrides my morning oh-god-i-have-to-face-another-day streak of nausea, and i keep them all, though i usually never find out who sent them to me. i question them, i think, for the reasons sent. maybe the intentions behind them. because when i send them, i suppose i never quite know what drives me, and i have never been able to pinpoint the exact fluttering feeling i get when i press the mouse button. but the feeling is a good one. and today. i have become misty. the blinking cursor is waiting for me to say something of importance, but all i can say is this: i got a match. xxx love, lou _________________________________________________________________ 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: rumours...
by Brandt Fundak 15 Mar '02

15 Mar '02

hi all. i was wondering the following things: 1. does anyone know who the openers for belle and sebastian are in toronto, detroit or chicago? the kool haus site lists that the Faint will be opening, but the saddle creek site says the faint will be nowhere near toronto (austin, TX) on may 8th. anyway, i just like to know who's entertaining/wasting my time before i see what i want to. Aisler's Set would have been ideal, but it looks they won't be hitting the midwest. 2. are belle and sebastian going to be on Conan? When? I need to set that VCR. also, are they planning on doing any appearances on say, much music? I have that in my cable package and video tapes cost next to nothing. 3. any more info on that VCD that's supposed to be coming out? and more to the point, will it play on my region 1 dvd player? thanks for the enlightment. brandt ===== "Selma, Jub Jub is fantastic! He's everywhere you want to be!" --Troy McClure __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Sports - live college hoops coverage http://sports.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: ...and in second place...
by robin stout 15 Mar '02

15 Mar '02

I bet on Rhinestone Cowboy to win and he came SECOND! Grrr! Carsmile, you'll pay for this! I've begun to take French lessons so yesterday I went into town to buy a French-English Dictionary. When I got home I pulled open the pages excitedly and began looking up stupid words like combine harvester*! Then I turned to the French section to look up a word beginning with L. But L didn't exist! The dictionary went straight from I to M; from page 144 to 177. Quelle horreur! I was shocked, no, gutted! Le dictionaire, c'est bollocks! Well, I've decided to write a letter of complaint about it to Collins, to see if I can get some free books from them. I complained to Usborne books when I was little about a code in the "Good Spy Guide to Codes and Ciphers" which I spent a week trying to decipher before realising it was nonsense. They sent back a letter of apology and a yellow balloon with a hole in it. So here's my letter of complaint. Its designed to make Collins feel guilty and give me free things. Do you think I should send it? +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Dear Mr Collins I am 12 years old and have just begun French lessons at school. Our teacher Miss Glum told us we must buy a French dictionary so we could look up words. Today we had a lesson on how to use your dictionary and Miss Glum told me to look up the word Jambon. When I looked in my dictionary I looked for J but it wasnt there. The dictionary went straight from I to M. There werent any Js Ks or Ls (I DO know my alphabet). I told the teacher but she thought I was making fun of her and made me see the headmaster. He made me stand by a tree with a book on my head for half an hour. I almost cried then, but if I did the book would have fallen off and he would have hit me. I cried when I got home though. I dont ever want to go to school again! I hate Miss Glum! I hate you too and your stupid dictionary! Robin (age 12) PS: Jambon is Ham, by the way, my dad told me that tonight, but its too late now, isnt it???!!! +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Do you think sending this letter would be BAD? I want to get as many free things as I can but I dont want any teachers being sacked. Hmm. Suggestions would be welcome. Robin (age 23) *un moissoneuse-batteuse _________________________________________________________________ Send and receive Hotmail on your mobile device: http://mobile.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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: you're the apple of my eye
by david hewitt 15 Mar '02

15 Mar '02

G'day Sinister. As far as irrelevant, overly personal, and downright lengthy posts go, I've probably got more to apologise for than most, so I'll do so now. Sorry. I'll spare you my ridiculous diary entries from now on, and attempt to limit myself to content, smut and teasing. I'm pleased Lindsey Baker is keepin' on keepin' on, though. See seems to be living her life on the pages of a well-written book, and I'm keen to see whether it has a happy ending. Or one of those pervy sealed bits in the middle with nudey photos in them. It's the least she deserves. Others who have recently excelled in the field of being great include Miss Dimitra and Miss Rachel Sunnyset. I haven't posted since Rachel wrote that story about how she always checks for her keys, but I thought it was one of the better things I'd ever read at the time, and I still do now, so I may as well still mention it. Hats off. In the spirit of turning over a new leaf (and also because the account's full), I'm using a different (and slightly politer) email address from now on. So if you're one of those people that sometimes likes to email me - please reply to this address rather than the smelly old one. Or, if you're not one of those people, you can become one if you like. Belle and Sebastian are great; I still really think so. They have a quality shared by only the very best bands, which is that my favourite songs by them keep changing, months and years after having first heard them. I've recently dipped back into them fairly extensively, and in a more melancholy frame of mind than I've been in when they've appealed to me in the past. For example: 'Beautiful' used to be my least favourite song on 369, and it's only just struck me how amazing a song it really is. I would have heard it dozens of times, and I always quite liked it, but I only really 'got it' the other day when I was hanging out my socks to dry. Not many records I own can keep these sorts of gems hidden up their sleeves for so long. If you played my current record collection to me five years ago, you'd have been laughed at, I think. Probably fairly impolitely. There isn't much that you can't admit to liking these days - it's all wide open. It wasn't that long ago when you couldn't even admit to liking the Beach Boys, and now they 're the pinnacle of cool. You can admit to liking Destiny's Child amongst fashionable and knowledgeable sorts and they'll say 'Oh yeah, I can see that '. I never thought I'd like country music, but I've slowly slid from country-influenced and alt.country sounding indie music into records that really can't be called anything but country. Just country. The teenage me would be cringing with embarrassment. Everything comes back - I'm never discarding any music ever again. I listened to ELO and Dr Hook at a mate's place the other night, and I saw (well, heard) merit in it. A mate of mine has recently become obsessed with Neil Young. He played me a song of his the other day that I don't know the title of, but had heard a lot when I was growing up. I knew some of the words, even. I'd heard it enough to be familiar with it, but I'd never really given it a proper listen. It was actually really amazing. Earnest is the new irony. I don't think anything's unfashionable any more, other than perhaps insisting on limiting yourself to what you consider credible - the only things you used to allow yourself. There's no longer a need to appear to be taking the piss when drawing reference or inspiration. This could be part of a broad trend, or it could just be that some important filter in my brain has broken, and my taste is spiralling downhill. Keep an eye on me, perhaps, chums. Sophia Katrina said: "we could all drive to whichever point is equidistant to perth, brisbane, sydney and melbourne" Adelaide gets no respect, I tells ya. Harumph. That's it, I'm moving. Oh dear, I meant this to be short, and already it's not. I'll let you get on, then. Be good. Bulk love, -Vanilla Flavoured David (formerly St. Ankin of Cooter) PS: I get to see Belle and Sebastian in New York on the 5th. Woohoo! I'll be at the picnic too, so you should ALL come. You'll love me, I promise. PPS: The fact that I get to see Belle and Sebastian at all is due to the outrageous generosity and hospitality of our very wonderful (and totally cute) NYC picnic hostess: the completely inimitable Miss Julie. So I'll take this opportunity to send her an enormous public THANKYOU, so you all know that she's the absolute tops. Although many of you probably didn't need to be told. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: falling down like...
by Ian Watson 15 Mar '02

15 Mar '02

Amy, You asked about the Spanish tomato festival. It's called the Tomatina and is held in Bunol near Valencia sometime in August. I've never been but it looks a lot safer than that business in Pamplona. I'm learning Spanish at the moment at an evening class in London. If I ever find out what the Spanish is for laundrette, I'll let you know. There, my first post. Not that hard really, was it? Ian ps - to Sophie from St Kilda. I know you're feeling frustrated, like you're stuck at the edge of the world and that there are so many many things to be ashamed of...but really, it's the same up here too. We have an outrage to match every one of yours and an out of sight out of mind policy to rival the forgetting you talk about. All I know is: as much as you wish you were in London or Manchester or Glasgow or wherever, I wish with every fibre of my being that I was in St Kilda. I spent six days in Melbourne a month back on holiday and loved it so much. Loved getting the tram to the Sodastream show in Richmond and having to leave early in the pouring rain and the electric storm to get the last tram back. Loved wandering down towards Luna Park and stumbling upon people filming Secret Life Of Us (the business type guy who went out with the blonde girl was with the new girlfriend and a pram - I was ridiculously excited). Loved Flinders Street station, under the clocks, wondering if I should know my Liberty Belle better and that there was a lyrical reference I was missing. Loved Brunswick Street, with all of its faults and vanities. Loved the four seasons, loved the city, loved it all. Which, as my girlfriend so rightly points out, was just us having a holiday romance with a place and a time. But it still doesn't mean that I don't feel physically sick (homesick almost) typing these words. How can you feel homesick for a place you spent six days in? It doesn't make sense. About a week after coming home, after spending a further nine days in Sydney and feeling utterly upside down at the first glance of the Opera House, we went to the Warhol Exhibition at Tate Modern. I was surprised at how much I was affected by some of Andy's works, but the real high point of the night was sitting in a pub opposite St Pauls waiting for our friends to come out of the exhibition. When we were in Sydney, Adrienne said about the Opera House: "Look, people probably go jogging past that every day and don't give it a second glance." And here we were killing time opposite one of the most gorgeous parts of London, floodlit just for us. The Spanish for opposite is "enfrente". I remember this by thinking about Frente, who did that cover of "Bizarre Love Triangle" and then extending it. Not such a lonely world after all. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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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