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Sinister: and then, the lighting of the lamps
by Toy Stephen 15 Feb '02

15 Feb '02

hello sinisterguese, Ill add another post to Big Stu's bored-at-work genre. Work this morning is a disaster too. Systems, machines, a universe of 1s and 0s or something is rebelling and everyone's in a panic. I take my cue from Kara instead: >Now if we can all manage to do the dance at the same >time, the planets will align and there will be world >peace. With all that >tail wagging, how could there not be. Me too! Tickets for Chicago, triplicated and filed. Has anyone ever been to the Congress Theatre? Hows it? I wanna dance! What's most frightening is the image that appears in my head when I think of dancing. It's a trauma seared onto my psyche. The night after I saw the film _Tom and Viv_ with Willem Dafoe & Miranda Richardson, I dreamt that Tom Eliot and Bertie Russel were dancing a hybrid gigue and grinder. It haunted me for days. I think what scares me most is having T.S. Eliot as a lover. There are few people in history I think would be a worse lay. No segue (except that the word looks like 'gigue') but: JenOwl rightly chided me for a depressing post abt being mental. I didnt mean for it to be a dreary injection. Sorry if it brought anyone down. The only thing valuable in it was applauding Rachel Fruitloop's courage. & affirming that it's perfectly normal to admit things are bad, & you feel like a traitor to yr own life. Things improve anyway. Altho' I still hold firm on disliking Skittles. But, since Jenowl used them nicely to object to my melancholia, Ill happily send her many packages if she provides a post address. I lay in bed the other night thinking up forward-backward words, and not because Im a satanist and used my imagination as that mysterious LP that speaks to you when played in reverse. Counting sheep never does the trick. Any, what's the name for a word that spells another word backwards? Is there a more specific term than anagram? I came up with: Evil lives in dogs and gods. i bored myself sufficiently to fall asleep. can anyone think of others? for Valentine's Day I tried to see a performance of the Vagina Monologues. Tickets sold out before my chance in the queue. I saw my old lover with a ticket near the door. The first time Ive seen her in months. I felt oddly defeated (and delighted) that she was getting into Vagina tonight, even though I wasnt. Big Stu also said: >Of course, Thursday nights are currently booked >into my diary as Banzai night (the bizzarest, >funniest and probably best >thing on TV for ages)... Oooh, I agree, tho it's ruthless at times. I did a sketch for the show; payed £25 for two hours of work. There were nine beautiful people in the dressing room. 5 girls and 4 other boys. The studio Channel 4 was using was backed-up, so we had to bide our time. everyone checked their makeup, everyone had head shots with them, everyone had at least 3 agents. i looked down at the tin of Stella anytime I felt someone was going to ask me these questions. I eventually had to confess Id only seen a flyer in the Notting Hill Record Exchange for paid TV extras work. They all became quiet as if I told them I was terminally ill. hehehe. but the sketch was Guess Whose Mobile has the Swing-Low Sweet Chariot ringtone. They didnt even give me a mobile. I was a decoy. The sultry lights and camera made me wanna shoot a plastic gun and wave to the world like Mike Teevee in Willy Wonka. Pow pow, look at me Im on TV, it makes up for the shortcomings of being poor. I have a B&S memory that came by all Proustian-like when my long-absent copy of IYFS was returned; but words feel clunky & Id rather celebrate the coming spring and show. all the posts abt Midwest meet-ups -- can we devise a fete for that May weekend in Chicago? sinistercerest, t.s. Other echoes Inhabit the garden. Shall we follow? Quick, said the bird, find them, find them, Round the corner. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Everything you'll ever need on one web page from News and Sport to Email and Music Charts http://uk.my.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Re: Sinister: Ticketslut
by kristi wheeler 15 Feb '02

15 Feb '02

hello. has anyone gotten tickets to the chicago show and had these sorts of problems? i logged in to get tickets about 15 minutes after they went on sale and didn't have any problems. but i have had trouble with tm before for other shows. i feel your pain. i hope everyone is able to get tickets! ticketmaster is notorious for all sorts of terrible, terrible things. by the way i am kristi & i am from ohio, usa. i think i have been on this list for nearly 6 months now but i seem to find myself really busy with work and projects and such that i have failed to send a fond hello. >From: "John T. Cat, Esq." <johnw(a)about-inc.com> >Reply-To: "John T. Cat, Esq." <johnw(a)about-inc.com> >To: <sinister(a)missprint.org>, <Katrina.House[shop(a)banchory.net]> >Subject: Sinister: Ticketslut >Date: Fri, 15 Feb 2002 12:55:29 -0500 > >To Katrina and whoever else wants to listen - >I've been trying to get tickets via ticketmaster for the last 45 >minutes. > >First I got - > >Error. Currently there are too many users processing transactions. >Please continue to hit the Refresh button on your browser until you get >through. (118) > >Then after I follow the directions to keep hitting refresh. After about >5 refreshes, I get - > >Couldn't connect to ticketing system. >We believe that you have violated our terms of use. We may have >restricted your access to our web site. Please try again later. > >I've been trying continiously for the last half hour to get tickets. I >even called ticketmaster and they couldn't help me. Its really >dissapointing. I flew to San Francisco to see Belle and Sebastian during >the last tour. Now it looks like it will sell out before ticketmaster is >able to service my request. > >Does anyone know of any other route to purchase tickets? > >Thanks, >John Wojcik > > > >+-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ > +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ > To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe > send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to > majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister > +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ > +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ > +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ > +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ > +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ > +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ > +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ >+-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: nyc tickets - damn ticketmaster!
by * carla * 15 Feb '02

15 Feb '02

hi.. i was just wondering if *anyone* has gotten tickets for the nyc show thru the ticketmaster pre-sale.. so far 3 of us have tried to no avail.. the system seems to be overloaded by b&s obsessives.. has anyone managed to get thru? carla _________________________________________________________________ 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: Ticketslut
by John T. Cat, Esq. 15 Feb '02

15 Feb '02

To Katrina and whoever else wants to listen - I've been trying to get tickets via ticketmaster for the last 45 minutes. First I got - Error. Currently there are too many users processing transactions. Please continue to hit the Refresh button on your browser until you get through. (118) Then after I follow the directions to keep hitting refresh. After about 5 refreshes, I get - Couldn't connect to ticketing system. We believe that you have violated our terms of use. We may have restricted your access to our web site. Please try again later. I've been trying continiously for the last half hour to get tickets. I even called ticketmaster and they couldn't help me. Its really dissapointing. I flew to San Francisco to see Belle and Sebastian during the last tour. Now it looks like it will sell out before ticketmaster is able to service my request. Does anyone know of any other route to purchase tickets? Thanks, John Wojcik +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 had a dream that I'd written Lord of the Rings, but then I realised that I was just Tolkien in my sleep
by Mark Hester 15 Feb '02

15 Feb '02

I had a dream that I'd written Lord of the Rings, but then I realised that I was just Tolkien in my sleep Hi everyone, Funny....I've seen the sign for Stokenchurch loads of times, yet I'd never noticed that it has "Ken Chu" in the middle of it. I am a fule. But maybe I might redeem myself from my foolishness by pointing out that if Mr Walton were to move to the Channel Islands then we might be in for a dose of SarkAsm. As Archel said, I had to leave the Brighton sinister meet-up early to return to London for Strange Fruit. This meant that I missed Mark C's Frank Spencer meets King Canute moment. I did however witness a spectacular fall from a guy in Paddington Station the day before, tho. He fell speradeagled on the floor in front of me . I looked to see what he'd fallen over. It turned out it was one of those yellow plastic cones which have a picture of a falling man and "Caution Wet Floor" on them which had ITSELF fallen over! This struck me as the ultimate irony. My interest in these signs had previosuly been limited to being tempted to say, "Look here, wet floor. I've told you once..........." Not to be outdone, I tripped over a car jack in my parents' road and went flying through the air direectly into the path of a climbing plant (which may have been ivy) and poked myself in the eye. Ow! Oh dear, this is beginning to sound like an episode of "You've Been Framed". Strange Fruit was one of the best I've been to. I arrived right at the end of Capratone's set, so was unable to make a judgement about them, but Norwich band Kaito, who followed, were superb. They were very loud and punky, reminding me of Sleater Kinney at times but that doesn't really do them justice. I first heard of Kaito when Matt Tullett, with whom I shared a chalet at last year's All Tomorrow's Parties, raved about them. Lots of great tunes followed including Hot Topic by Le Tigre which I first heard on Andrea Kittenmouse's radio show (or rather a cd of it). We haven't heard anything from Andrea lately, have we? Verity played Gentle Waves' "Sisterwoman" and I found it IMPOSSIBLE to dance to. Other people seemed to be managing, however. There were at least three other sinister types at SF, Mell Street's Matt, Martin and Rich, but they didn't stay until the end, which was a shame, as at three o'clock Paul Haswell played "Lazy Line Painter Jane" and another DJ (don't know his name....shirt and tie, lanky, bleached blond hair) invited us all up onto the now-cleared stage where we sang and clapped along whilst photos were taken by Verity. It was absolutely brilliant and made my evening. Someone had been taking photos of individual people earlier on too. I have no way of knowing whether this was for the SF website or purely for their own amusement, but if its the former I might end up on the site for the SECOND time, as my picture at the long defunct Oxford SF was on there until recently. In the (admittedly unlikely) event that you might want to check to see if I my mugshot has made it, then make sure you include the dash in the url (http://www.strange-fruit.co.uk) as http://www.strangefruit.co.uk is somethin! g very, very odd indeed............. Next day was the first SUSSED in its new location. Being Oxford, they couldn't possibly call it a club. Oh no, the Cellar is a Music Orientated Drinking Establishment! Steve demonstrated his new webby bootlegs which kept Emma amused guessing how many songs had gone into the mix. I was back in the Cellar the following night for Medieval Matt and ColaCube Cay's band Endless City Lights and for the first time in my life I have acquired a set list at a gig. YAY! Or maybe it should be <whispers>yay</whispers> because unlike super furries in Toronto (set list snatched from under my nose) and Stereolab here in Oxford (set list written on a paper plate is thrown and goes whizzing past my ear), ECL's set list was simply left on our table where I picked it up, which is not quite the same somehow........ Anyway, considering it was their first gig, Endless City Lights were really good - I particularly liked their opening number "Summertime". James Tramping Flatpack was telling me about his time in Poland visiting Maja, which reminded me that I hadn't thanked Maja for the two cds she sent me. Luckily he was able to give me her e-mail address so I put that right as soon as I could and incidentally one of the cds has been gracing my stereo for quite a few days now. Myslovitz is a fine band and worth seeking out. Robster, I have to say that I think a sinister meet-up in Southsea would be a fine idea indeed! I went there on a school trip on the way back from the Isle Of Wight...it has a fort with cannons as I recall (ok, so the memory's pretty sketchy). Also I need more opportunities to practice DDR, although I'll never be nearly as good as Ken. No DDR machines in Oxford y'see - maybe it's got something to do with its distance from the sea? I may have made you think in my last post that its all doom & gloom in my workplace as a result of the in-fighting upstairs. Nothing could be further from the truth. Their are regular duels with rubber-band guns and G. must regret the time he got up from his desk to talk to a manager whilst he was working on our esteemed publication "The Journal of Sexual Dysfunction". No sooner had he done so when J. had saved a colour pic of a flaccid willy as wallpaper on G's pc......as you can imagine he was not impressed! better parse some xml.... Mark. ______________________________________________________________ For up-to-the-minute music news, reviews and specials visit http://www.nme.com Get free e-mail (anyname(a)nme.com) now at http://www.nmemail.com The sender of this e-mail is NOT an employee or associate of NME, nme.com or any other IPC magazine. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 spent this afternoon nostalgic for this morning
by gina titchener 15 Feb '02

15 Feb '02

perhaps i shall make this a weekly event (for those of you not keeping tabs, i posted this time last week) fact of the day: eating suger puffs makes your wee smell (of sugar puffs) good evening space cadets i have things to say, and nowhere to start. see how i scratch my thumb and wait for the first line to occur to me. ok. a-o, let's go. baker,baker told me to be thankful for my gang and my sense of belonging (i think - i'm too scared to save draft and check cos this mail's diappeared once already), and that if there weren't a number of people similar to me in this town, it would feel alien. perhaps, infact, no doubt he is right. it feels good to have people who share (some of) my views, to talk to and to go places, have picnics with. what i was griping about (and what fb had already mentioned - thanks to fruitloop's meta-post for reminding me) was that you lose the ability to say anything to the rest of you guys. because it is easier, far easier, to say certain things to a crowd of faceless strangers than to a few of your mates. it is sad that it is true, but it is inescapable. so, valentine's day happened - i refused to 'participate' (be slatched into spending my last pound proving how much the loved one is loved), but the boy didn't, resulting in card + present = guilt. now i owe him. (i wonder if he'd like a scarf? or a mixtape...) in response to all the brighton posts, an account of my weekend follows as it was thoroughly bizarre. and it includes an accidental meet up, so it counts as content. friday night was spent in a chinese restaurant - nowt odd with that, except at 11 pm it turns into the most hideous disco you've ever seen. you know weddings where your mum dances badly to shania twain and old men with pony tails, beards and beer bellies play air guitar to queen... it was one of them. only infinitely worse, somehow. something to do with the fact that you knew it happened every friday night, with out fail. the highlight if their mundane week. {actually on reflection it might have been the young people that were the most pathetic. they weren't actually having a good time, they were ironically enjoying the sheer hell of it. that includes me, i know, but at least i wasn't dancing or chatting up 40 year olds for fun. these people could have been dancing to new, innovative music in a proper club or chatting in the groovy late night coffee house, but they were in a cheese-mongering mor disco. am i a snob? an inverted youth-snob? i don't know. i don't think i care.} saturday was on the other end of the spectrum, at an indie 'alldayer', gojonnygogogogo, in a pub on the outskirts of leeds listening to some great, some good and some shocking (as in bad) tiny indie bands - ballboy, chemistry experiment and plouf in that order. orb was there (hi orb!) with his flowing hair, tho i don't think he had a clue who i was, plus migmk, so that counts as a meet up. it was full of way-too-hip kids, who made me feel culturally lazy (i hope you know what i mean) and my boy feel old. we left early, and were home in time for the premiership. sunday we watched a cary grant/katherine hepburn double bill at the local indie screen, which was blissful. 'just right' as goldilocks would say. somewhere in between the mor of friday and the lofi-er's heaven of saturday. ~ a little about myself: when i was 8 or 9, my violin teacher promised to give each of my fellow trainee violinists and i a housepoint for each word we could find with 5 or more syllables in it. i returned the next week with 64 such words. i got 4 housepoints. i have never treated challenges with the same enthusiasm since. ~ this wednesday i will be in oxford - i have been lead to believe it is the last 'panic'. will anyone else - ie matt willson - be in town? ~ don't worry, kids, the summer is returning. i can smell it, i can feel it, in the relaxed wind that opens my eyes and lifts my head. the flowers dare blossom again - see the snowdrops nodding. soon there will be equal amounts of light and dark each day and thoughts will turn to plans of escape and adventure, and the infinity of opportunities open to you. gina x i'd give it all up for a springboard, a pair of shorts, a clean white t-shirt and the ability to do the perfect backflip ~ballboy _________________________________________________________________ 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: celebrate good times, come on! I will!
by ArtsyDeco＠aol.com 15 Feb '02

15 Feb '02

Sorry to post again, but I must share my joy. I suppose I haven't been a belle and sebastian fan for an excessive amount of time, but I've always been quite keen on seeing them in concert. My friend and I used to joke about how many organs I would be willing to sell to go see them in concert, and now *cue dramatic trumpet music* I have two tickets. The other lucky soul is my friend Christina, my first true b&s convert. Now about that joy sharing... THE GOING TO SEE BELLE AND SEBASTIAN FOR THE FIRST TIME HAPPY DANCE! commence with tail wagging hands in the air waved about willy-nilly-like jump with a 180 degree turn crouch down a bit and do the twist annoy your friends by repeatedly yelling "I'm going to see Belle and Sebastian! Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!" Wait for them to say "who?" another jump and turn, land pointing your finger "Why only the best octet of indie musicians from scotland" more tail wagging spastic rhythmless excited movement until you get tired at least thats what I did all last night after I booked my tickets for Boston. It's perfect, I will have had two finals that day, what better way to unwind than to see my favorite band and keep all my organs, if not my $32.40? Now if we can all manage to do the dance at the same time, the planets will align and there will be world peace. With all that tail wagging, how could there not be. I realize it's a bit early but someone else has already mentioned that they got tickets for Boston. Meet up? Picnic? Please please please? I've wanted to have a Boston sinister thingy for ages, but maybe that one person is the only one besides me. Anyhue, think about it... Oodles of love for everyone, Kara +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Fw: was she scared, was she bored?
by R.Playforth＠sussex.ac.uk 15 Feb '02

15 Feb '02

this may not have worked the first time. if it did, god, i'm so sorry to inflict this on you twice. -- Begin original message -- > From: r.playforth(a)sussex.ac.uk (Rachel Playforth) > Date: Fri, 15 Feb 2002 14:05:40 +0000 (GMT Standard Time) > Subject: was she scared, was she bored? > To: sinister(a)missprint.org > > well, the internet is bust here and since that's what usually gets me > through the day (that and the odd appearance of a gorgeous guy/girl or > some erupting row amongst my bosses), i have to post to sinister > instead. which is bad in a way because i don't have much > content/gossip/smut/scintillating wit to share today. > > last weekend's shenanigans made me feel young and crazy again, and > subsequently i've been pondering the elusive concept of adulthood. i > can never seem to get a real handle on 'growing up'. am i grown up now? > now? next year? when? sometimes it hits me like a lightning bolt > that, yes, this must be it. letting myself into my own flat (well, > rented) with my own key, going into my own kitchen and unpacking my own > shopping, preparing dinner for my own parents as i did on tuesday - just > these minor things can stop me in my tracks - woah, i'm an adult. and > it can be a good or a bad feeling. on tuesday i was overwhelmed with a) > relief and b) surprise. relief, because i don't have to suffer all the > trials of being a teenager any more (and, however unique a teenager you > are, some of those trials *are* universally teenage), and surprise > because i can't remember at what point i stopped suffering them, and > acquired a job, a bank account, a flat, contents insurance, a boyfriend, > a credit card, and the ability to use them all appropriately while not > having to tell mum what time i'll be home. > > but then sometimes i don't feel like an adult at all, but like a little > girl who gets nervous talking on the phone*, doesn't understand > inflation or interest rates or the situation in the middle east, expects > a stocking at christmas, and is too scared to try for a proper job where > she actually has to take responsibilty. > > and yet... it's all relative. my sister (aged 20) turned up at my flat > that same tuesday night at around 11pm, complaining drunkenly that her > friends had called her a 'Loser' for leaving the pub early, accompanied > by american-style L-shaped gestures. 'they're so immature', she said, > 'i mean, i did this <makes double L-shape with first fingers and thumbs> > back to them, obviously, but they still think i'm the sad one.' (no > hint of irony.) then: 'does that mean lesbian?' asked my mum. 'well, > in MY culture it means Loser', said my sister. > > the whole thing about different cultures is strange, because my sister > is only 3 years younger than me, and yet she identifies herself > COMPLETELY differently. just as 17-year-olds have a totally different > frame of reference even to her. matt pointed out that in 10 or 20 years > time we could be in a pub and overhear adults who don't seem that much > younger than us talking nostalgically about pokemon. > > did i have a point? not really. > > i wonder if belle & sebastian are a particularly regressive sort of > band? i mean, nu-metal is more obviously juvenile, but maybe it's just > a different side of the same coin. limp bizkit and offspring glorify > the shouty, sulky, toilet humour side of adolescence, whereas b&s give > us the tormented, misunderstood, bullied side. do those of us who like > b&s (those of us, that is, who AREN'T still teenagers) secretly feel > that we haven't properly grown up yet, that we'll never rule the school, > that the world is still not made for us? do we feel bullied by real > life? are we just scared to grow up, godammit? > > well, maybe i'm just talking to/for myself here. > > i should mention other people's posts, but a) i can never remember later > what, at the time, made me laugh/sigh/think/well up and b) just thinking > about other people's posts makes me feel inadequate. oh, ally cook > posted. that was nice. and if i could write half as well as lindsey > lou i'd pack in my job right now and write a novel. > > given the self-referential nature of sinister, does it count as content > to refer to other listees? i'm never sure. > > the lights are on, but there's no-one home. > > luv archel xxx > > ps. peter carter asked about brighton photos on the web - as for mine, i > haven't developed the film yet and may not get to a scanner for a while > anyway. but hopefully others will be more efficient? > > pps. i am eating frisps. they claim 'it's not a crisp - it's a frisp', > but it might as well be a crisp as far as i can see. i mean, 'crisp' > covers quite a lot, doesn't it? could they be done for false > advertising? > > > * i think i actually have a medical condition. when i have to phone a > stranger, whether a publisher or a bookshop or my insurance company, i > have to remove layers of clothing to minimise the sweating and write > down what i'm going to say beforehand. is this totally weird? > > ****************** > Visit www.buzzwords.ndo.co.uk for the best new writing on the web. > Email submissions to buzzwords(a)bigfoot.com > > > > > > > > > -- End original message -- ****************** Visit www.buzzwords.ndo.co.uk for the best new writing on the web. 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Sinister: I was drunk on the streets of the South for four days on end...
by Christina McDermott 15 Feb '02

15 Feb '02

*yawn* Apologies...it's the dawn of a new weekend and I'm still recovering and shaking off the remnants of the old one. Saying that, it was a bloody good one though. I could get used to being one of these (inter)national Sinister jetsetters, going new places, meeting new people, drinking strange and exotic brands of alcohol... A fair few people from the Sinister massive that were in Brighton last weekend have divulged most of the semi-sordid facts about what went on there, so I feel I should fill in the gaps about the things that hapenned when either a) No one was looking or b) they all buggered off home. Yes, it was my band's first gig last Monday, and I have to say, it was AMAZING! Well, it was for me at least being the chanteuse on stage who (to use an old Mancunian phrase) was "fookin' brickin' it" (for all of you who are not aware of this phrase, it means I was scared stiff). Apparently, I did a rather good impression of someone who knew what she was doing as well as putting on a persona of being immensely fashionable and self-confident. I think it was the pre-gig KFC that did it personally. Those people must put something in the special sauce. Or, it also could have been the copious amounts of alcohol I consumed during the afternoon alongside the Polish cigarettes. Eitherway, I didn't mess up too badly, people seemed to like me, I was even heckled! Oooh, and they laughed when I told them my Menswe@r story (the punchline being "I don't want to seduce them anymore because they're apparently all on crack" Create story around that as you will). And I dj'ed too along with Matt the Medieval Minstrel Willson (when he didn't bugger off and abandon me with records I didn't know on the stereo to go schmooze and be a popstar) and people liked the stuff I played even if they didn't dance...but I didn't mind, because I was happy and could do silly dances in the DJ booth because no one could see me doing them...until the guitarist in my band came along and shouted Eddie Izzard sketches at me before attempting to scratch my favourite Jim O'Rourke record in a hideously Fatboy Slim stylee. Damn him. Anyway *PLUG! PLUG!* We're doing a Battle of the Bands type thing in Oxford again on Sunday at the Wheatsheaf (at least, I think that's what it's called) and if you want to you can come along and tell people how great you think the Endless City Lights are, especially that very attractive mad shouty girl at the front... It was a weekend of going to different people's nights, smoking lots and dancing in very silly ways really. Carsmile's night was wicked cool, I especially liked the numerous and utterly bizarre bootlegs that he was playing and I saw a boy set himself on fire on purpose so as to create a new hole in his jeans. I think he was trying to impress people but instead he made himself look arsey because he burnt himself in the process which made me snigger :D Anyway, edited highlights include such wonderous things as meeting many of the Sinister massive that I had never met before, (Hello and Hugs to the lot of you! I have to say I'm rather upset that I had to go home before I saw Mark Cassorotto fall arse over tit into the sea), having an amazing and lovely long talk with Maddy on the walk to Brighton train station, going to the funfair on Brighton pier and on the waltzers and having Dancing Hatchback take pictures of me and Becky going ARRGGHGHHHHHH!!!! whenever it started to go faster, watching Paul Field have a (verbal) fight with some obnoxious twat on the train back to London, seeing Carsmile Steve drunk, sitting in pubs for days on end, staggering back to Matt's flat on Sunday evening and being rather loud, Archel the mistress of smut, Me and Liz doing very amusing American hick impressions complete with banjo solos, me and Hatchback comprising the list of "All the stupid things Cay has said in conversations with James" which is now resplendent on my wall at home and his name being changed from "Dancing Hatchback" to "Dancing Flapjack" in celebration of his new flat cap. And then I came home, woke up on Wednesday morning and realised I had to come back to the real world filled with essays on Hobbes in my flat on my own and felt sad for a while until I realised that I had peanut butter, bread and a toaster and made peanut butter toast. It didn't make things entirely better, but it helped. You should all try it :D And yes, it was Valentine's Day yesterday and I was rather happy because I got a Valentines Day card from someone who wasn't my Dad! (Although he sent me one too, bless him) Ok, it was a Sinister Valentine, but it made me feel marginally better. Then again, anything would have been better than last year (My boyfriend dumped me on Valentine's Day. Grrr...bastard...I know. And I had the 'flu too.) I spent the whole day listening to love songs in the winter sunshine, being genteel, drinking tea, reminiscing about ex boyfriends whose beds I would lie on on summer days with the window open and the smells of the biscuit factory next door permeating the room and listening to Photo Jenny and him shouting "The girls are LESBIANS!" when Struan sings "The girls are just friends" and looking a mess on purpose because I don't have a boyfriend and so no one would really care whether I made an effort or not. I rather liked it. Then in the evening, I went to Finsbury Park and looked at the amazing view of London from the top of my best friend's road whilst smoking menthol cigarettes, eating pizza and looking at the stars. We don't need boys so long as we have our record players, clarinets (or keyboards in her case), studded belts and bad poetry. Oh and Vienenttas too. Those are always important. I didn't have any pancakes on Pancake Day. Maybe this weekend, eh? I've gone on far too long as always. Fifteen minute rule? Pah! More like a fifty minute rule for me. Love and Aislers Set records, Cay Cola-Cube xXx "If I can't dance, I don't want to be part of your Revolution..." -Emma Goldman +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: he's a taker and a giver and a getter into a world she's been been hankering to
by figure2＠fsmail.net 15 Feb '02

15 Feb '02

I wrote something on the thirteenth and something on the fourteenth and now it's the fifteenth and, you know? Things change every day. A good friend of mine used to say: 'Gordon, don't you think you've just lost the plot a bit?' and I'd shrug 'Whatever... it's not important'. Do you know the Legend of the Holy Drinker? It's a book by Joseph Roth, about a tramp who was sitting down by the River Seine one day ( the Seine has pavements alongside parts of it a few feet above the water which can be accessed by steps, mainly from the bridges above) when he was approached by a rich man who gave him a lot of money. The book can be taken at the level of a parable on the capriciousness of wealth and fate but I think the underlying substance is miracles and how people can both suggest and receive them, outwith the purposes of justice or reason. "I apologise. I presume the state you find me in is less than might be expected of a well brought-up young man. Perhaps I am not longer so young. Such things have passed. Me by, but I am capable of gathering myself to my feet. How long my bipedalifourousness (!) will remain I cannot tell." Whilst not working out if things he was saying were in the dictionary or not, he imagined palaces of stairs unwounded to heaven... dreamy big marbly echoing voids with possibilities, not festering. That, and, standing up. The fact was, of course, that he was lying upon the pavement in a barely coherent state and staring, bleeding from the left cheekbone and knees, up at a woman in her fifties who was not unfamiliar with the concept of offering assistance to men such as himself. Assured, she departed. He hailed a taxi to a strip bar. He'd never been there before but knew about it because it was next to the art college and had lusty fifties-style line drawings painted on the outside walls, either side of the door. It was about 11:30am and he sat down at a fine old mahogany shelf next to a man who looked uncannily like Robert Louis Stephenson and the man said to him. "What's great here is the whole place is run entirely by women". Three women stared at the two of them like the girls out of the Murphy's ads... slinky but decidedly not to be tricked with. But the two men had something to tangle with as well, like drizzle on burbly brooks... poet-imagery and painting women; seeing the beginnings of life like artists (their thighs, though the women who ran the place weren't indulging in the blokeishly unreasonable desire for visual exposition, not that the men asked). Maybe rather tired about either hoplessness, addiction or lack of talent but getting along with each other just the same, another half-hour was passed. [Souls in the shadows and souls in the lights one other's merely over exposed There's as much night as day: owl's have more of one way, In sentiments we have it three ways, And I'm in that way.] He went home and told his Dad a bit before the call-credit ran out. The miracle went like this: He received a letter one day and a valentine's two days after. He's sorta shocked and delighted. Just a dumb man, me, but thankyou, thankyou, thankyou :) Gordon. _______________________________________________________________________ Never pay another Internet phone bill! Freeserve AnyTime, for all the Internet access you want, day and night, only £12.99 per month. Sign-up at http://www.freeserve.com/time/anytime +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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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