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Re: Sinister: what are days for? days are where we live
by ian 17 Feb '02

17 Feb '02

i feel honour-bound to point out that saint peter did not, in fact, write the following. it was me. quite how this confusion of identity came about, i have no idea. the world is a peculiar place - or, as the buddha once said "fuck me with a long hot baguette, i'm buggered if i know what's going on". i hope your sundays brought you joy, my fluffy friends. i can only apologise for my technological inadequacy. -----Original Message----- From: Saint Peter <dimensionflip(a)netscapeonline.co.uk> To: Sinister Mailing List <sinister(a)missprint.org> Date: 17 February 2002 23:25 Subject: Sinister: what are days for? days are where we live >i built the house entirely of lego. i knew it was a silly thing to do, but >it appealed to my sense of simplicity. the walls were a pleasing yellow, >the roof an aldi shade of blue. my friends had yellow faces, like the >simpsons but squarer and less defined. they sat on identikit red chairs, >waving their claw-like hands at one another. we didn't have a fridge. i >knew i had to leave soon, because every time i used the toilet the water ran >through the cracks and onto the floor. it didn't seem to trouble the >lego-people. they didn't eat. they didn't wash much either. i tried to >point this out, diplomatically, but they just looked back, their >never-moving faces smiling curiously at me. > >i think they felt sorry for me. they sensed i wasn't one of them. > >i miss them. > >an interesting fact... if you take kirsten kenyon, and you divide it by >kirsten kenyon, the result is one. however, if you take sarah clarke and >multiply it by the sunshine that hovvers on the edges of your mind, then >esme will lose her voice again and old mother shipton will never go back to > >her cave. the moral:- as barry manilow once opined - hang on to what you've >got, don't let go, girl, you've got a lot. > >i don't know where this post is going. i don't know where it has been. my >head was so full of things to say, but my other thoughts all got in the way. >i wanted to tell you all a story, i wanted to sing you all a song, but these >are only dreams, you see, and my voice is quite out of key, it chants a >chord of somebody, a person who might just be me but somehow doesn't seem to >be and sounds so very wrong. > >the last time i met you all was in january. you were saying lovely things, >you told me about the boy you knew at school, about the woman you loved, >about the smile within the emptiness, and you blew me kisses, even though >you didn't know me. i would have liked to reply to you, but my fingers >failed me. and, now, i would talk about the dreams you had then, but who >wants to talk of old dreams? they die, as they should, and numerous >nebulous numinous nonsenses fill their place. > >do i love you....do i? doesn't one and one make two? > >no, not always. if you take a lump of plasticine and add it to another lump >of plasticine all you have is one big lump of plasticine. numbers are a >human construct and bear no relation to reality. therefore, any theory >constructed from the use of numbers must be infinitely approximate. this is >not the same as being approximately infinite. >but i don't think cole porter thought of that when he wrote the song.. > >sometimes i think you want me to touch you. > >i reach out to the screen and imagine you're there, on the other side of it. >but all that greets my fingers is the hardness of a screen. if i could live >in your head, for just one day, would i see the world your way? and would i >like it any better? > >there was an old woman who lived in a shoe. she would have preferred a >house, but times were hard. at night, the rain fell in through the >lace-eyelets. she would lie, looking up at the sky, wishing she hadn't >beaten her children so soundly and made them run away. cloud mounts on >cloud, until it seems there is another world, only twenty miles above, and >she wonders if life would be any different there, or if it would be just the >same existence, but colder, and greyer. when the downpour comes, the water >falls in a steady stream onto her forehead, and it runs down her nose and >mingles with the tears on her cheeks. > >ever felt like giving up? i've felt like giving up. > >i watched a programme about seal pups. from the first time they climb in >the water there are sharks lurking underneath, watching them and thinking >about their next meal. sometimes i think if i was a seal pup, i'd just sit >on a rock, and feel the sunshine on my fur. >but then i'd never know how it felt to dive through a wave. >last night my friend got hit by an iron bar by four men who were shouting >about the taliban. he'll be okay. physically. >i'm sure there's a metaphor in the above somewhere. > >when i was little, i wanted to be an astronaut. my mum told me that you >couldn't be an astronaut if you were british, that you had to be american or >russian. sometimes i wish she hadn't told me. i still dream of the moon, >but i know i'll never get there. > >i'm going to make myself go blind tonight, i'm going to make myself go blind >tonight...i'm going to build a shrine for the wasted days. > >i didn't build the shrine from lego. i learnt from my mistakes. i found a >record that didn't want to be played any more, and i melted it. i curved >the sides up into an arch, and i threw a few remnants of used tissue across >the floor. i built a wall of televisions, all set to switch channels every >five minutes - a picture of a refugee camp in the congo is replaced by an >advert for toothpaste. > inside the shrine sits a man. he is the keeper of the shrine for the >wasted days. his name is brendan. brendan watches the wall of images, but >his mind is not on the pictures. he is too busy wondering if refugees clean >their teeth. > >sundays are dark days. the long, dark teatime of the soul allows no refuge. > >i should go. i love you, yes you. and i promise i'll write soon. > >ian > >+-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ > +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ > To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. 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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: But underneath I am the same as you
by Andrew Barton 17 Feb '02

17 Feb '02

Hello again. I decided after posting for the first time, to wait until I had something interesting to say about B&S or my life, before posting for a second time. Well, I can't guartantee that this is going to be interesting, but I've started now and I don't intend to stop. Last week I took my first trip to Scotland. My family and I stayed in Ediburgh for four days, and one of those days I had been looking forward to for a long long time. That was the day I would take a day trip to Glasgow. The town I live in back home (Eugene, Oregon) always sounded very similar to Glasgow, from what I had heard about GU and the places around it. I always thought, "Take away the great indie scene, the scottish accents, and the old buildings- and I'd be right at home." Maybe it was the quirkiness in Stuart's short stories that gave me an idea of what it might be like, or maybe it was the idea of standing in the same city where all those words and notes were dropped into microphones and played to me thousands of miles away. All I knew was that I wanted to go there. When Stevie put up the article he had written welcoming students to Glasgow my imaginary Glasgow sort of started to seem like it could be what the real Glasgow was like. Before I even first arrived in London in early december, I begged my family to let me take the train up and see the gig on the 20th. They decided it was too close to Christmas, and the same day one of their friends was coming to stay with us, etc etc. But in return I was promised that I would get there sometime within my 4 months in the U.K. Well, I went to Glasgow. And I loved it. I followed Stevie's instructions almost to the letter (I didn't need to know everything was going to be allright, I was already having the time of my life, so I didn't down a large orange juice in a oner) and had the veggie breakfast at the Grosvenor cafe. I shopped at some great record stores (much to my delight I found both the 'Eighties Fan' and 'Your Sound' Camera Obscura singles). I walked around the University campus. I had coffee at Beanscene and was reminded of my favorite coffee house back home, the place where I have the fondest memories of being with the friends I'm away from now. I could go on and on about how those simple things made me happy, but I think that's enough. My best friend, the one who introduced me to B&S, is coming to visit for 10 days on Saturday. I'm looking forward to it imensely because he's exceptionally flaky, and is incapable of writing much in an email, so I haven't heard much from him since I've been here. But when he's around we ramble on about music and books and girls and how shitty high school is for hours on end, and I'm in need of that just about now. I'd like to thank a lot of people on Sinister for telling stories that remind me of things I've done, and talking about B&S the same way I would, and recommending such wonderful things to check out for myself. When talks of The perks of being a wallflower were highly afoot my interest was sparked and I wandered into a bookstore, picked it up, and couldn't stop. It was just perfect. Youth In Revolt and The Catcher In The Rye- only twee... I also want to thank Tom Pettinger for introducing me to more delightful indie bands that can occupy my cd player for hours on end. "On a bus stop in the town, 'We rule the school.' Written for anyone to read, and to see." Thanks for your time, - Andrew _________________________________________________________________ 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: help! i need somebody.....not just anybody.....Sinister bodies!
by Delaware9＠aol.com 17 Feb '02

17 Feb '02

Hi guys! I thought I would write to the loverly Sinisterines cos my roommate and pals are prolly quite tired of hearing me talk abt my excitment abt the upcoming Philly show in May! Yikes! Yesterday, when I was telling my girlfriend abt my long history with B & S, and how excited I was to get a then-hard-to-find tape of a tape of a taped copy of Tigermilk, and listened to it on the long drive down to college for the first time, and soon found how fitting songs like "She's Losing It" and "We Rule the School" were to be in my life, she pointed out how appropriate it was that I was going to be seeing them 2 short weeks before my college graduation. Aw. A framing of sorts. I also found out the other day that this girl at my skool, who is my friend now but wasnt before, said to another girl that I seemed really "Teen Angst." Harrrrrumph. The real reason i am writing is that I have a request of you lovely lot! I have been hearing abt so so so many bands lately, from you all, other lists, pals, magazines, and, as I am in my final year of college, I am very, very broke, and unable to buy all the music I would love to check out. So! I was writing to ask if there are a few of you out there who wouldnt mind making me a mix tape! I havent got much money but I would send you some stickers and other fun arty maily things in exchange! Here are some of the bands I would like to know more about: Daft Punk, Clientele, Low, Tahiti 80, Windy + Carl, Sea + Cake, the Shins, Moth Wranglers, the Strokes, Felix da Housecat, Ladytron, Beta Band, Pernice Brothers, recent Momus, Avalanches, Hefner, American Analog Set, Handsome Family, Old 97s, St Etienne, Her Space Holiday, Lucksmiths, Ladybug Transistor, Sparklehorse, Push Kings, The Real Tuesday Weld, The Faint, My Favorite, The Incredible Moses Leroy, Takako Minekawa, and whatever else yr classy ears have been enjoying! Right, now it seems like I must not have bought any music in 432589 years, and live in a cave. But I would so appreciate it if you all could help me out here! Sometimes it seems as though there are just too many bands to really know, and I am very curious, if poor! Please mail me OFF LIST if you might be able to help me out! I will make it worth yr while... Mil besitos, Jessica http://jessicam.diaryland.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 are days for? days are where we live
by Saint Peter 17 Feb '02

17 Feb '02

i built the house entirely of lego. i knew it was a silly thing to do, but it appealed to my sense of simplicity. the walls were a pleasing yellow, the roof an aldi shade of blue. my friends had yellow faces, like the simpsons but squarer and less defined. they sat on identikit red chairs, waving their claw-like hands at one another. we didn't have a fridge. i knew i had to leave soon, because every time i used the toilet the water ran through the cracks and onto the floor. it didn't seem to trouble the lego-people. they didn't eat. they didn't wash much either. i tried to point this out, diplomatically, but they just looked back, their never-moving faces smiling curiously at me. i think they felt sorry for me. they sensed i wasn't one of them. i miss them. an interesting fact... if you take kirsten kenyon, and you divide it by kirsten kenyon, the result is one. however, if you take sarah clarke and multiply it by the sunshine that hovvers on the edges of your mind, then esme will lose her voice again and old mother shipton will never go back to her cave. the moral:- as barry manilow once opined - hang on to what you've got, don't let go, girl, you've got a lot. i don't know where this post is going. i don't know where it has been. my head was so full of things to say, but my other thoughts all got in the way. i wanted to tell you all a story, i wanted to sing you all a song, but these are only dreams, you see, and my voice is quite out of key, it chants a chord of somebody, a person who might just be me but somehow doesn't seem to be and sounds so very wrong. the last time i met you all was in january. you were saying lovely things, you told me about the boy you knew at school, about the woman you loved, about the smile within the emptiness, and you blew me kisses, even though you didn't know me. i would have liked to reply to you, but my fingers failed me. and, now, i would talk about the dreams you had then, but who wants to talk of old dreams? they die, as they should, and numerous nebulous numinous nonsenses fill their place. do i love you....do i? doesn't one and one make two? no, not always. if you take a lump of plasticine and add it to another lump of plasticine all you have is one big lump of plasticine. numbers are a human construct and bear no relation to reality. therefore, any theory constructed from the use of numbers must be infinitely approximate. this is not the same as being approximately infinite. but i don't think cole porter thought of that when he wrote the song.. sometimes i think you want me to touch you. i reach out to the screen and imagine you're there, on the other side of it. but all that greets my fingers is the hardness of a screen. if i could live in your head, for just one day, would i see the world your way? and would i like it any better? there was an old woman who lived in a shoe. she would have preferred a house, but times were hard. at night, the rain fell in through the lace-eyelets. she would lie, looking up at the sky, wishing she hadn't beaten her children so soundly and made them run away. cloud mounts on cloud, until it seems there is another world, only twenty miles above, and she wonders if life would be any different there, or if it would be just the same existence, but colder, and greyer. when the downpour comes, the water falls in a steady stream onto her forehead, and it runs down her nose and mingles with the tears on her cheeks. ever felt like giving up? i've felt like giving up. i watched a programme about seal pups. from the first time they climb in the water there are sharks lurking underneath, watching them and thinking about their next meal. sometimes i think if i was a seal pup, i'd just sit on a rock, and feel the sunshine on my fur. but then i'd never know how it felt to dive through a wave. last night my friend got hit by an iron bar by four men who were shouting about the taliban. he'll be okay. physically. i'm sure there's a metaphor in the above somewhere. when i was little, i wanted to be an astronaut. my mum told me that you couldn't be an astronaut if you were british, that you had to be american or russian. sometimes i wish she hadn't told me. i still dream of the moon, but i know i'll never get there. i'm going to make myself go blind tonight, i'm going to make myself go blind tonight...i'm going to build a shrine for the wasted days. i didn't build the shrine from lego. i learnt from my mistakes. i found a record that didn't want to be played any more, and i melted it. i curved the sides up into an arch, and i threw a few remnants of used tissue across the floor. i built a wall of televisions, all set to switch channels every five minutes - a picture of a refugee camp in the congo is replaced by an advert for toothpaste. inside the shrine sits a man. he is the keeper of the shrine for the wasted days. his name is brendan. brendan watches the wall of images, but his mind is not on the pictures. he is too busy wondering if refugees clean their teeth. sundays are dark days. the long, dark teatime of the soul allows no refuge. i should go. i love you, yes you. and i promise i'll write soon. ian +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: Want to go to ATP?
by William Dell Wisner 17 Feb '02

17 Feb '02

I've got a 4-berth chalet for the first weekend at Camber Sands (April 19-21, I believe) and only three people to fill it. I'm looking for a taker for that fourth at face value (£105). If interested contact me, thanks... +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Stupid Admission.com (Montreal B&S Show)
by Genevieve Wesley 17 Feb '02

17 Feb '02

Sorry to overwhelm this list with tickets/concert questions, but this might be some useful information. Yesterday when I searched for Belle & Sebastian at Admission it came up. Today, it disappeared. I call them, they ask if this is about Dave Matthews, because they are getting a lot of calls from stricken Dave Matthews fans. Hours later my friend finally got through, the system was down apparently, so that 'Belle and Sebastian' would not come up unless the operator had some code or something. Your best bet is to phone the Montreal number:(514)790-1245. http://www.admission.com/html/infos.htmI?C=&l=EN I never had this ticket rush experience, it's very nerve wracking! Since I had to work all day I had my youngest brother on the computer doing my work for me. Poor thing, I had him scared to death. Good Luck, Genevieve _________________________________________________________________ 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: In your head the world's gone to the fair
by Alasdair Cook 16 Feb '02

16 Feb '02

Friends, Gillanders = arsenic and old lace. When is a jibe not a jibe? Thank goodness he's off to Borneo, or some such place. Perhaps he will be accosted by monkeys. If Vanessa is correct, I should be stepping into a jumpsuit about now. Jumping into a Stepssuit? Of course not. One cannot bring back the dead. There's a tear in CB's starry eyes. Jumping out of an aeroplane, the rumours say. Thankfully, it's not true. That's not me. There are so many other namesakes. David Gorman will tell you, if you're kind enough to ask. I knew a David Gorman once. Like the man with no cigarettes says Gotta cadge 'em all. At the behest of The Sinister Girls, I have been reading 'The Sopranos', Alan Warner, 1997? Like Mr Data in that final, special episode, 'A CLEVER man'. In any time period. Understanding the point of being alone and together. It is happening right now. It all came together in the end. I was quietly pleased. I heard Mark Cassarotto fell in the sea. Compassion is so hard to come by these days. None from me. Just laughter, mainly. Like so many times before, wished I'd been there. My lesson for the day is Light fingers, heavy heart. There's no need to think about it. Clever? Non. In front of me lies 'Dubliners', James Joyce, 1914. Yet to begin. At all. And so... I go back, scan points 1-10 of THAT manifesto. 'Don't read him'. 'Read him'. Objects. Ebb and flow. The simple things. All we need. All we were. All we are. Banter. I'm excited in anticipation. I may be left cold, of course. These thing happen. Shrove Tuesday! Mardi Gras! Came and, well, went. I demanded a pancake party, but it wasn't really feasible, I'm afraid. Still, I should learn to make them. How hard can it be? Cooking would be easy, I think, if only I knew how. Like so many things. Not like other things. Maple. Banana. Cream. Lemon. Indulgence. 'And now I'm loading wool down at the wharf'. This line just popped into my head, I thought I should write it down. It's evocative, in some way. That whole song, infact. I haven't listened to it in a while. That guitar solo, like crackling, static, electric and then gone. What I have been listening to, more so at the moment, is Merritt. Terrific. Absolutely. Terrific. Mostly. Highway moon eyes stars railtracks. I felt I had to write something, if only to call in all those bluffs. Bob Holness would be proud. And I'm going to London tomorrow! I'm very excited by this, almost as excited as at the prospect of going to see Lloyd! in 2 weeks! Tomorrow will see some old stars of the eighties shine and some new stars of the nineties burn. Gasoline. Cracking. I should pack. Hit the road. Before it hits me. Night. You're my bunny Valentine. Alasdair xx _________________________________________________________________ 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: I don't want someone special; I just want someone
by Laura Llew 16 Feb '02

16 Feb '02

This is dedicated to that Greek girl named Zoe who brought to Sinister her stricken tales of woe of all the loneliness on this list she has felt with the sucky geography hand she's been dealt. Of course, I don't share this opinion of chagrin Nor do I have trouble keeping my feelings in Here, you might end up with your dream or an aged wife But when I consider myself and my life I just can't help but think that without a doubt there's no fence high enough to keep you damn phreaks out. And I wonder why I haven't been appointed Sinister's poet laureate yet! Y'all know you love me! (or at least you say you will after you realize what I can do with incriminating pictures of you with that joystick.) I remember the last post I read from Peter Miller mentioned that he might be leaving the list. This was an OBVIOUS desperate plea to me since the last time he left I wrote an ode to him which I'm sure brought tears to many an eye. Oh Petre darling there's no need to resort to such antics. Why I'm full of it (erh poetry) for you anytime! Want to hear something weird? The hair on your back looks like Walter Brimmley's beard Too bad it's not on your head Enough said. We could even do a compilation especially for you, my little pigsnie. I've always been fond of the idea of collecting them in a deluxe, leather-bound, limited edition. Maybe an audiotaped version where you get a famous actor to read it, like Charlton Heston, or Tim Curry or Rich Little doing an impression of Tattoo from Fantasy Island.... Thinking of books (and when am I not?), there has been lots of talk about Perks Of Being A Wallflower on the list. Of those of you familiar with both, am I the only one who thinks Camera Obscura's 80s Fan is the perfect companion song to the book? The more I think about it the more I think that I'm absolutely love the idea. I was going to think of more companion songs but the next song that came on the mix was Ladytron's Playgirl and the last thing I needed to ponder over was what fit the lyric "sleep your way out of your hometown." Though as long as it isn't my diary, I suppose I'm not too worried. Along the lines of dark witty teen novels, I highly recommend The Basic Eight. I've heard that after ticketmaster charges that the price for NYC tickets came up to $37. Now before I get a ton of "there's eight people in the band" and "they're playing bigger venues now" as reasons for the cost, spare me. It's not that I don't understand WHY they're that much it's just that I don't know if they're worth it to me. I'm going to the Atlanta show and I'm going to be in NYC on May 5th so I still might go to both though I'm undecided. For that atlanta show, perhaps there could be a southern sinister picnic. I would certainly hope that it'd involve a lot of Pabst Blue Ribbon and quoting of David Lynch ("Heineken? Fuck that foreign shit! Pabst Blue Ribbon!!") Of course, that's just melding what I know of the the only two southern listees that I know in real life (one of them being me). Ok, I'm off to clean as I have a houseguest coming to see me. Thankfully, we're going to go on a roadtrip up north (as they've never been to the northeast US) so they won't have time to realize that I only shoved everything into the closet or under the bed. However, I don't know about these people. I mean to actually spend money to fly out here to see me - without any pretenses of coming here for any other reason. I don't know if I'm more concerned about them & their mental health or me for being friends with people like that. I haven't seen her in two years and I'm worried we won't get along, or we won't have anything to talk about, or I'll have trouble disposing of her body by myself. All of the usual concerns one has with visitors, I suppose. Forever yours, (or till supplies last) Laura 'meeting all of your Laura Llew needs since 1977' PS - Happy Birthday (it's tomorrow!) Shouts out to my best friend, Maddie, who I talk about you 24/7. Mwah! PPS - Random Lip Boy: the husband ran off with the car and the money. I have something to send you (not the french chambermaid - he ran off with her too) but don't know if I have the right address to send it to. Help! _________________________________________________________________ MSN Photos is the easiest way to share and print your photos: http://photos.msn.com/support/worldwide.aspx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. 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Sinister: Let's Chic-a-go bowling! (applies to Chicago-area listees)
by Jennifer Phillips-Bacher 16 Feb '02

16 Feb '02

Apologies in advance for the limited scope of this post, but I must spread the word about tomorrow's first Sini-Bowl Chicago. It would be grand if all the Chicago (and surrounding areas, let us not forget!) sinisterians would join me for bowling tomorrow. The details are as follows: Where? Diversey Rock-n-Bowl (2211 W. Diversey, a few blocks east of Western) When? 4pm, Sunday Feb. 17 How will we know each other? I'll be wearing a yellow Camera Obscura tshirt. And drinking a beer out of a bowling pin bottle. Why dontcha r.s.v.p. me so I can figure out whether I should make reservations for lanes, alright? Total! Jenn P-B _________________________________________________________________ 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: soap just about sums it up (and infinite monkey theories)
by Tom Pettinger 16 Feb '02

16 Feb '02

Aaaghh! Fire! Is what we were not screaming when the fire alarm went off and Offbeat had to be evacuated for a wee while last night. And it was suspiciously soon after "Panic" had been on, ahem... "Burn down the disco, hang the blessed DJ..." Yup, after the first part seemed to come true Chris and Gill (the DJs) were looking suitably worried... Anyway, to unruffle the rankled, extra sweets were given out. There were not so many left, though, because I saw the friendly doorman cunningly sneak a few from the box. They were cherry lips, by the way. But Haribo ones (or Jaribo, as they say in Norway)*, not the ones famously known as "soap lips" etc, funnily enough due to the fact that they absolutely taste of nothing but soap. I mean, it's not like some people taste them and think, "No, I don't know where you're getting soap from, I think it's cherry" or "Not soap, maybe parma violets..." Everyone without fail says, "Eugh, soap!". Or in my case, "Mmm, soap. Imperial Leather? Pear? Lanolin-free?" Saw two people looking sinister, one of whom made me extremely jealous with their B&S concert and B&S meeting stories. (Hey, you know who you are!) The other I presume has finished exams, hope they went well! I had an exam yesterday too, I really don't know how it went but I decided that I would go to offbeat and forget about it. After all, there is so little difference between celebrating ones success and drowning ones sorrows... Oh, I got the next nine highly collectable "A-Z of Indie" stickers to put in my priceless album. Soon it will be ready to take pride of place above the rows and rows of leather-bound lexicons surrounding my living space. It will be worth more than a solid platinum record on sarah, mark my words. Welcome Peter Madden, whose tickets for Brixton Academy arrived this morning. (!!!) Do remember though, Peter, that when utilising the copy and paste facility on your computer, if there is a mistake in the original sentence it will appear in every extra copy ;-) That's all. Now think I shall go and have a little of that vintage carbolic I've been saving. Soapily yours (and don't read anything into that, be-smutters of the list ;-)) Tom P.S. Did you know that newspaper cleans windows really well? It does you know. P.S.S.*this isn't true. Well, it could be, what I mean is I made it up and it is unlikely to be true. But at the moment there are an extra two parallel universes, one in which is true and the in which it is not, opening up a big ol' Schrodingers** cat type mess. I don't think you spell Schrodinger like that, actually. Well, you might, what I mean is I don't know... P.S.S. Someone once explained that theory to me, and only when I understood it did she finally tell me that Schrodinger promptly went and proved his own theory wrong. But she started to explain it like this..."Think of this: if you had twenty monkeys on an unbreakable piano with an infinite amount of time, surely at some point they would play Beethoven's 5th?" I don't think so. Intelligent as they are, monkeys always feel compelled to use tools. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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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