Hello sinister,
I guess I've just halved my summer holidays by sleeping loads last night,
but it hasn't actually done me any good because I'm still tired and my
jumper is way too warm for the office and my hot body. And my
semi-arthritis is kicking in today and thus this morning my right hand is as
strong as water's alcohol level, hence why I'm using it to write half of
this e-mail right now. Well being forced to be left-handed at least means
that I'm truly sinister.
I feel terrible now but I have a good feeling about this lunch time, which
happens in a mere 4 hours time, I'm going to receive a free sandwich from my
work agency and then I'm going home for lunch, and it's going to be a sunny
day and I'll spend it on a solo sinister picnic in my garden with my
sandwich to fill my stummy, a cheeky bevvie to lower my immense body heat
and a tiny miniature football with "Euro 2000" written on it that I found in
my garden, some kid probably kicked it into there by accident and probably
cried about it too, but peepers keepers so there, besides I don't know who I
would return it to so I may as well put it into good use by practicing my
running volleys with it.
Unfortunately I have no access to a portable music reproduction device such
as a ghetto-blaster which would have made it perfect. It's not perfect now,
but in a couple of months time everything will be just dandy. I might even
have gotten myself a ghetto-blaster by then.
Ooh and look Belle & Sebastian are doing a tour soon, I reckon they should
do Glastonbury this year, rubbing shoulders with Rod Stewart - they can do a
duet called "Stewart Murdoch" and then sturan can even steal all the
limelight, cunning.
Left handed hugs and Red Bulls
Ken
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Damn there are alot of butchers on Argyle street.
Scary ones too. With blood from cow carcass smeared
all over their WHITE smocks. Tell me something, why on
earth wear white if you are just going to get it full
of blood from animals? They should just wear red. So
yeah, butchers. And they all go in and out of butcher
shops that have animal bodies hanging from their
windows which is very disturbing. Why can't they be
like the Japanese and have a thing for displaying fake
food in their windows. At least it won't smell as
much.
Thank the powers that be for friends. (Go on, thank
them) I had been thinking very negatively lately and
it wasn't until my friend talked to me about all her
stress, I felt better knowing I wasn't alone. Well, I
know I'm not, everyone has stress, but she had the
same issues I do. Ok well not to bore you with this. I
guess the point is that (this is gonna sound cliche)
we may think we have unique problems but many people
feel the same way. This was just a reminder of that.
You know, I never was a Death Cab for Cutie fan. But
yesterday I heard their cover of Bjork's 'All is full
of love' and it was very cool. It was also a very
ambitious thing to do, if I may say so. Not everyone
can pull that off. Those seeing her at Coachella are
in for a treat. Too bad she won't be on for that long,
but some Bjork is better than no Bjork. And BRMC and
International Noise Conspiracy will be there too! I
admit, I am jealous. Have fun for me, and take
pictures. Of B&S too. (I needed some content in
there). And I was just wondering if "Love Burns" by
BRMC was actually a song about some sexually
transmitted urinary infection. (?) Silly boys.
mmm skyscraper fan wrote: 'Later I was checking
Peel's website and found a great piece of info:
staying up all night can double your summer vacation.'
guat?! If this is the case I should have damn near a
year off by now.
so yeah
xx michelle xx
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hi there kids,
i just wanted to let all those in southern california
know that the aislers set is playing at the knitting
factory on sunday night. they are also playing a few
other cities in the near future. if you haven't seen
them live, you should check them out! :o)
cheers,
jennifer juniper
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Hi Sinister
I think I also have to have something coming in the
mail for me. I'm addicted to ordering stuff off the
internet. It used to be just to get cool stuff, now
it's like I have to be waiting for a package.
Speaking of packages, I finally got 'This Is Just A
Modern Rock Song' and I think it great. I really like
'The Gate'. I also got my tickets. Yay!
I was listening to John Peel and he played the new
Bearsuit single and I have to say it's crazy stuff. I
might be the only Bearsuit fan in the US, I don't
know. Later I was checking Peel's website and found a
great piece of info: staying up all night can double
your summer vacation. I'll have to remember that.
mmm skyscraper
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wooh! hi there gang, long time no speak!
so i went to a great gig on tuesday night, i went on my own coz all my
friends are skint and the sound quality was awful but it was still a great
gig.
Ikara colt + the parkinsons + the eighties matchbox b-line disaster
three great bands for £6, i urge you to go:-
edinburgh - la belle angele - fri 8th
glasgow - thirteenth note club - sat 9th
liverpool - lomax - sun 10th
brighton - pressure point - tues 12th
bournemouth - old fire station - wed 13th
bristol - fleece - thurs 14th
and
london - garage - sat 16th
please go, you'll enjoy it, you deserve a night out
---0#O#0---
ok, this bit is response to bits of posts i've liked:
someone mentioned fictional bands, i thought only me and my friends were in
fictional bands, i've been in three; 'oil tanker' a death metal band, 'only
dogs can hear us' our name describes our music, and currently 'fantastic
dan' we havent decided what we'll sound like yet.
Robin said:
"I'm going to spend the weekend buying a new record player, to finally
replace the one I accidentally melted in the oven"
huh?!?
someone wanted to know exactly what twee means.
well, according to collins paperback english dictionary:
twee - adj Informal - excessively sentimental, sweet, or pretty.
(i think honey could put this in the message thingy at the end of each post,
its vital information every belle and sebastian fan needs to know)
i'm older than ken chu by 9 and a half months!
who'd'a thunk it?
---0#O#0---
oh, i was sure i had more to say than that, bugger, oh well
do de do de do
nothing else to say really
i'll get me coat
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dear friends,
thank you for the response. how nice to know of all the other nice texas people. not that i would be so bold as to call myself a nice texas person....but i am in texas and i guess i am sort of nice. i mean my hair isnt curly but i enjoy picnics and bicycle rides.
i look forward to meeting you.
much warm affection,
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Hello all.
I actually really prefer the autumn and winter. But I'm happy to live in a
country where we get a variety of weathers. By the time it gets to
march/april I'm usually ready for some sunshine. So, I'm having one of
those days where I just sit here reflecting. And here's a list of things I
love about summer:
Picnics,
Going for drinks after work and sitting in a beer garden,
Being able to go out in my garden a lot,
Going to Devon and spending time by the sea,
Kite flying,
More picnics,
Lazy days on Hampstead Heath,
Being able to wear nicer clothes,
More picnics.
Having said that, by the middle of August I'll be crying out for cloud, rain
and wind. I can't really handle the sun, I'm a pasty faced wuss,
Take care all.
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I know this is a little way off, but ther is a new club starting in London,
running every two months and is called How Does It Feel To Be Loved? The
playlist is The Smiths meets The Supremes. There's a website at
http://www.howdoesitfeel.co.uk - and the first night is April 25th. If
you're in town try to make it down :)
cheers,
katrina.
banchory
press - management - merchandising
po box 25074 glasgow g2 6ld scotland
email: shop(a)banchory.net
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the movie and not the time.
So I went to the movie and sat alone and for some reason or another there
were all these cute "indie" rock girls and I was wondering if they were here
for the B@S soundtrack or for the Solondz-satirical-sickness. Four girls,
all sitting apart but all within two rows of me and each other. We all
checked out each other. I wonder what they thought of me and the other
girls. One girl sat RIGHT in front of me and luckily she wasn't very tall
and I didn't have to move. So I'm scooping the beautiful girls and I get
the urge to pee, having just drunk a mocha, and washed it down with a bottle
of water. So I go. And come back and then I start thinking, did I go all I
had to go? I mean do I have a little pee left, because I can guarantee that
I will have to go during the movie. So I get up again as the trailers are
starting and go again. This time I catch weird looks from the two in front
of me and one just to the side.
The movie was silly. I don't know what I thought of it just yet. I have to
process. There are four new songs I think.... I'm not sure. They also
played The State That I Am In.
That's my story. about the movie.
But then I went to a bookstore called, and I'm not making this up, A CLEAN,
WELL-LIT PLACE TO BUY BOOKS, ok maybe I'm making up the last part, but its
got this ridiculous name, but lo and behold there are the indie girls from
the movie. I think of asking one of them about the movie as she makes eye
contact several times. I don't. Instead I look at the blank books and I
thumb through the new bizarre and buy a new pen and leave without talking to
the cute girls who are still there being cute.
That's my story. about the indie rock girls at the bookstore.
But when I went to buy the blank book, my Hopper sticker book for one
dollar, and my two dollar pen, I forget that I haven't spoken in probably
three or four hours to anyone at all and my voice comes out like a thin,
sqeaky pencil and the girl behind the counter looks at me like I'm retarded.
I clear my throat, but it doesn't help, I realize I sound like Michael
Jackson.
That's my story. about the bookstore girl who probably laughed at me and
told her coworkers about me and Mike Jackson.
I have one question.
Who is Mike LOVE?
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(before i get started, a couple of things - would anybody be interested in a
west midlands meet-up? so far, i can count three of us that are. this
would be a nice beginning - especially if the friends in my head accompanied
us, that would make 17 people - but i'm sure we can do better than that.
birmingham is a beautifulplace. you all should visit.
err...what was the other thing? i can't remember.)
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city boys don't understand darkness. i learned this the first time i found
myself wandering around the lanes of a small welsh coastal town, trying to
find somewhere warm that didn't have strange noises coming from it, and
wishing the moon would throw me a few of its dangerously enticing beams.
we think we know what its like to walk home in the dark. we look up at the
endless, limitless sky and we squint upwards, hoping to see the stars over
the orange fluorescence that surrounds us. the cars sweep past - the world
of another person, contained within, brushes ours for a minute, then moves
on, relishing its own warmth and seclusion. tyres splash sprays of
foul-smelling water in the direction of the unwary. somewhere, an unknown
person shouts unintelligible thoughts. yes, there is a darkness in all of
this, but it is the darkness of a self-created fear - the fear of ourselves
projected out towards others.
real darkness, utter darkness, holds something completely different.
something eternal, and unknown. something more beautiful than death and
more frightening than life, and something completely, unavoidably,
seductive.
have you ever felt like you could wrap the darkness around you? fall into
its folds and become merely another grain in its fabric. another non-sound
in the thickness of silence, another rustle in the bushes, another pixel of
an imagination projected out into an infinitely absorbent surrounding?
being part of the darkness would be marvellous. to become one with that
unknown, to become part of something inexplicably sinister (yes, yes, i
know) and yet, in that same renunciation, to become completely safe, to have
nothing more to lose. never, really, to have had anything to begin with.
becoming velvet, for a moment. and then being destroyed, slowly, as the
first rays of dawn obliterated your very existence. to die once a day, and
never to see the sunshine.
is that heaven? or would you spend your new existence with a vague
recollection that the daylight would be beautiful?
city boys don't understand utter darkness. less and less of us do. our
minds are too busy, trying to catch each second of life as it flies by.
we're terrified of anything Absolute.
i'm sitting on the edge of a forest. the roadside cafeteria throws yellow
and orange into the darkness, only to have it thrown back by the snow
outside. i'm staring at a beetle crawling along the ledge, and trying to
become one with the moment. i'm waiting for my date. i'm supposed to be
meeting an old friend.
become lost in surroundings. feel no fear of the muttering man staring at
you from the food-counter. think of nothing.
'sometimes i think i have enough free-floating anxiety to power a small
country'. i heard a girl say that to me once. and then she asked if it was
possible to STOP thinking. i wanted to tell her that it might be, but i was
too busy trying to clear my mind.
think of nothing. i try to do it, but i realise i am thinking about
thinking of nothing. and then i realise i am thinking about thinking about
thinking of nothing.
a woman shuffles over to sit opposite me. she pulls an electric pink
lipstick from a battered brown bag and begins to colour in her teeth. i
would ask her why she is doing this, but i'm too afraid the answer will make
sense.
is it possible to stop thinking? the beetle regards me for a second,
meeting my gaze with a rub of its forelegs.
' i pity you' it says
no, it can't have done...its a beetle. the last time a beetle spoke to me
was shortly before my tori amos poster started to disco-dance.
'i pity you. trapped in your maze of the mind, unable to find an exit from
the world you're in, desperately struggling to work out where you are, as if
this will help, when all it will do is remind you of the hopelessness of
your plight'
no, it is definitely the beetle. an intelligent response is called for:
'fuck off'.
the woman looks at me quizzically - 'i beg your pardon?'
'no, i wasn't talking to you, i was talking to the beetle'
this doesn't appear to reassure her - ' you were....talking to the
beetle....'
'i'm not the one who is painting their teeth pink'
she downs her coffee, blurts out something about hurting other people's
feelings, and leaves without paying. the man behind the counter opens his
mouth, and inhales, but appears to decide it isn't worth pursuing her.
tail-lights shine a licence-plate, reflecting red and yellow smears on the
misted windows, and her car is gone.
i wonder what i said? a whirring behind me, and the jukebox comes to life.
an old favourite of mine... the bit about 'watching bruce on the old
generation game' always makes me smile. i lean back in my seat, staring at
the darkness outside. the waiter brings me another cup of coffee. he has
beautifully pert buttocks, and it seems wasteful not to imagine them against
my crotch. i sip the bitter, black liquid and consider this for a while.
'you're in a bad way
every day seems just the same
just dial my number
or call my name'
the song seems to flow into me, through the coffee, reflected back from the
window, pouring its energy into the warm space inside the diner. a couple
of people smile. i think about things it would be ungentlemanly to share,
and the beetle twitches its final death-throws whilst dangling from the
mouth of a particularly large spider.
outside, in the darkness, there are wolves. but the darkness isn't
frightened of them. it thinks of nothing. the darkness takes each minute
as it arrives, and allows it to depart as if never there.
inside, in the flashing neon light, i see ugliness. i see violence. and a
song catches my inner-being and whips it somewhere it seldom goes. and a
long-lashed waiter smiles at me. and i'm lost in my maze of thought, still
trying to find a way out, not realising that the way out can come when
you're least expecting it.
the spider opens its mouth in what i can only imagine is a burp. it
scuttles away, thinking whatever spiders think. perhaps it is considering
how sorry it feels for beetles, with their hedonistic, unaware natures.
the sinister-list has stood me up. the snow flakes twirl in the fluorescent
light for a moment, and then fall out of sight. occasionally, a neon light
outside flashes on. when it switches off again, it only makes the darkness
seem deeper than ever.
the light is artificial, and lurid. and i think i love it.
ian
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