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Sinister: U.L.A.
by Michael Grant 25 Jan '02

25 Jan '02

yup, thats right, time for more utter list abuse! only this time is for my sad little social life. woohoo! if anyone is going to the national pop league tonight (fantastic indie night. woodside social club, near kelvinbridge underground, glasgow, 9til2!) could they please look out for a sad lonely indie boy (thatll be me then!) sitting by himself between the hours of nine and eleven waiting for his "friends" to arrive. my friends are off to a gig beforehand and i have since found nobody to come with me from the very start. i shall be wearing white shirt, shiny red tie, brown/beige cords and a green duffle coat. so please befriend me. and i may even buy you alcoholic beverages to compensate for your inconvenience. thanks for putting up with my outrageous flaunting of list rules, i promise itll never happen again. honest. hope to see some of you tonight, mike.xx ps - you should all come, and not just cos ill be alone, but because its ace! woohoo! they gave out b&s prizes last time! yipee! _________________________________________________________________ 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: On the Good Ship Banchory
by Stephen Hewitt 25 Jan '02

25 Jan '02

*carsmile hums captain pugwash theme to himself (this is not an excuse for "seaman staines" jokes (unless he can't think of anything else)) Ahoy there landlubbers So, new tour dates, exciting, eh? Anyway as one or two of you old timers at the back may remember, approximately 9823786491287643 years ago, it was mooted that B&S would tour the coast of the british isles on a BOAT, playing gigs in seaside towns. And what do we notice about these first two danish dates, THEY ARE BOTH BY THE SEA!! Obv. the original plan was too small scale and they are planning to tour the WHOLE OF EUROPE by boat, which must be a bit of a pisser if you live in austria, but prolly quite handy if you're somewhere like GREECE which has lots of coast. At the end of this tour, say the beginning of June, they could cruise majestically up the thames and get arrested by the police, just like THEM SEX PISTOLS 25 years ago. also with the launch of this banchory list (a good thing, by the way, cheers neil :)), what exactly *are* beepster doing for the band??? also also with the news that nice mr eavis has got his licence for GLASTO this year, maybe it's time to bring http://groups.yahoo.com/group/siniglasto/ back to life, I assume one or two of you must be thinking about going? blimey two posts in a week, been a while... xoxo CarsmileSteve PS. SUSSED!! 10 Feb, The Cellar, Oxford!! PPS. <annoying whining trainspotter>actually there weren't characters called master bates or seaman staines in capt pugwash actually</annoying whining trainspotter> PPPS. I think we've broken friendtest, it got veeerrrrryyyy sssllllooooowwww yesterday afternoon. i blame that mark hester ;) +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Beef Wellingtons
by robin stout 25 Jan '02

25 Jan '02

I saw a sticker in a car window this morning for "P Miller - Barry Island's second hand car dealer." So that's where he is. "Belle & Sebastian announce gigs in Denmark". Oh if only they were playing Legoland. It used to be my ambition when I was little to visit Denmark because it was the Land Of Lego, and whenever we went to travel agents to get brochures on "Welsh Camping Holidays" I'd steal one about Denmark and flick through the pages under my bedclothes by torchlight. Mmmm, Denmark.. Oooh Lego.. Mmm.. Whoops! It's amazing what you can do with Lego - http://users.erols.com/kennrice/lego-kz.htm. Belle and Sebastian could play Lego instruments and wear Lego hair and Struan could smash up his Lego guitar then put it back together again. They'd all ride onto the stage in a big Lego car, playing I Love my mecCarno I love my meccano I love my lego my technic and my duplo I could even find it in my heart to love K'Nex I actually had lots of relevant things to say, like a week ago, but now I've forgotten them all. Hmm. Errr. No still can't remember. Well done Ken for finding out the name of the new album. It's going to be ace. Ken, if you're still bored at work have a look at Arthur Bostrum's website - http://www.arthurbostrom.com/ . You can even email him. Imagine! Emailing ARTHUR BOSTRUM! You see the thing is, if you became a billionairre you wouldn't spend your money on swimming-pools like all the other billionairres, however expensive the tiles. You'd spend your money building a suit that would make you superhuman. Well I would. It would look like this: Body armour made from diamond (the hardest substance known to man) which will deflect bullets, and will be shaped to look like I have big muscles so I look buffed. Inside the body armour will be lots of hydraulic pistons and stuff to give me superhuman strength, and a supercomputer to do stuff like make shopping lists for me so I have more time to save the world. "HP sauce or Daddies? What? Someone's trying to take over the world?! Oh god, I just can't decide. HP or Daddies?! Hurry up Robin. Grr!" No, that could never be allowed to happen. Of course I'd need a super communications system operated by my secretary, Denise, so I would know when people are trying to TAKE OVER THE WORLD! Rocket boots, of course. Laser eyes, so I could fry the forces of evil with one stare. They'd need a safety mechanism, so they don't go off when I'm looking through the window of a chocolate shop or ice cream van or something. A cape - fire resistant so it doesn't catch fire from my rocket boots. What sort of superhuman suit would YOU spend YOUR money on? It has to be possible - no invisibility cloaks or radioactive spiders, mind; we all know the effects of being bitten by a radioactive spider are just too unpredictable. Peter Parker just got lucky. Belle and Sebastian content, about 2%. Must try harder Robin x (you see I already have a superhero name) _________________________________________________________________ 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. 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: not using all your fingers?
by marc bots 25 Jan '02

25 Jan '02

then please cross all your vacant fingers with me, for the combined power of all these crossed fingers will surely make b&s play in the netherlands. but i'll be pleased with germany or belgium too, as long as it is within driving distance. is it next week already? i can't wait... love, marc +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Boney-ness of the middle-class canine dinner
by Kenneth P Y Chu 25 Jan '02

25 Jan '02

Dear sinister, I am feeling much less of being in a "I want to kill someone" mood today. Thank you for those of you who sent me jokes - I must say it worked a treat and my afternoon was (quoting the *gasp* lighthouse family) "lifted". And all the lovely sinister e-mails that were sent. *swoons* I also had a can of Red Bull over lunch time, which also helped. mmm. So, I'm still as tired as I was yesterday, actually quite possibly more tired - it is strange, whenever I get REALLY tired out like I am today my body stops being grumpy and turns instead into a haze of hysteria and I'm finding things funny that I shouldn't. I guess I am so tired I can't think straight so it's a bit like being drunk, no wonder I looked even more attractive in the mirror than usual. Earlier today, just to test the state of consciousness that I'm in, I set myself a challenge - I had to list every single song on each and every one of B&S's CDs, all in the proper track listing order - I tell you, it is bloody difficult - especially when you're tired! I got stuck on the "This is just a blah blah.." CD for about 15 minutes before remembering all the songs on it, and then it was like "aww how can I forget this song it was great!". I may still have got all the song orders wrong - mind, but there's no way that I would find out so I'm just gonna convince myself that I got them all right and thus am G!R!A!T!E! It's a fun game, you should try it too. michelle ruiz wrote: >Does anyone who is relatively young go to 'the sacrament of >reconciliation' as a personal choice? I have stopped going to confessions ever since the day, when I realised that by merely going through repentance I would immediately commit the ultimate sin of murder - by boring the minister to death. "Dear minister, I am feeling much less of being in a "I want to kill someone" mood today, ...... , today I nearly forgot the song order of a belle and sebastian EP..." Sound familar? Oh shit, I just killed 1500 people. Anyone still here? Oops. Sorry. Could I write a requiem for you now that you're dead? Funerals and Red Bulls Ken _________________________________________________________________ Send and receive Hotmail on your mobile device: http://mobile.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: Danish Dates
by Neil Robertson 25 Jan '02

25 Jan '02

Details of Belle & Sebastian's first Danish performances (not including a game of football with a bunch of Danish Truckers while in our pyjamas in '98) are now up on the band's homepage www.belleandsebastian.co.uk/home People who live "quite" close to Denmark, but not "actually" Denmark might want to wait until next week before rushing in. Please don't write to ask what this means. I'm telling you things as soon (and in some cases sooner) as I'm allowed. Rock on. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: It's a nice night for a sulk...which sucks for you guys
by Matthew Henderson 25 Jan '02

25 Jan '02

********WARNING!!! THIS POST IS WHINY!!! PLEASE SKIP!!!!************** Oh my dear stars. It's 3 am, which isn't too late I guess, but it feels later. I've been debating whether I should go to class in the morning or not. I've been feeling very disconnected recently. This empty sort of depression has been with me a for a few days now. I don't like it. If I were to be depressed about a girl, it would be different. There would be something there. Either the hope of her noticing me, or the extreme pain of losing her. It would even be better if I were nervous about a test, or upset about a bad grade. Or about a job, or about something. Anything at all. But what keeps me up nights now? What drives me to write to 1500 people this late at night? Nothing. Nothing at all. I read post after post from you lot night after night. Many are humorous and fun, like Ken Chu's strange brand of vulgar wit. Or Laura Llew's...Llewness (Whom, much to her dismay and disgust, will soon find me standing outside her home, with an acoustic guitar, playing "hesitating beauty" with slightly altered lyrics). Then there are those beautiful ones, such as Kirsten's brief glimpse into a strange world I know nothing of. But a goodly amount deals with personal tragedies/triumphs involving finding beautiful moments in things, getting a new job, losing a job and cleaning, and especially pining for a boy/girl, getting the boy/girl, or losing the boy/girl. I have none of this. None of it at all. I have no prospects for a significant other of any kind, I'm not very close to any of my friends, I'm not worried about a job, School is set for the next several years, etc... There is nothing at all interesting in life. Days drift on and on, following each other in this endless parade of mundanity. School, work, home, clean, sleep, school, work, home, clean, etc... I have nothing really to look forward to, nothing to really mull over now, and no end in sight. I really can't stand it. But I can't put my finger on what the problem really is. I don't know what to do. I can't come up with a solution if there isn't really a problem. I stay up late at night, smoking cigarettes in my bed and listening to music, and thinking about nothing. I have nothing to think about, nothing to fight for, nothing cry about, nothing to pine for. I just feel empty. This must be the worst kind of depression. Not even music can pull me out of this. If I were to be dumped, I could listen to some trembling blue stars or something. Loss of a loved one, there's plenty of music for that. But what about utter nothingness? No feelings about anything whatsoever, other than the dread of having go through yet another awful day. Sorry to bother you all with this, I don't like to annoy people. But does anyone else ever feel this way? Or is this just self-loathing wankery? I will say the two bright spots of today. I finally received (after a few months) the Camera Obscura LP. I was amazed at how high quality the vinyl was. So thick, like they really cared. Someone give someone in that band a good pat on the back for that. Also, the magazine on banchory is absolutely excellent. It's a must have. Again, I apologize for the inconvenience. I wouldn't feel so bad about cluttering up your mailbox if mine was cluttered up all the time with information on how to get an international drivers license, or a certain percent off widgets. Mostly from a girl named "J A N E T" -Matt _________________________________________________________________ Join the worlds largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail. http://www.hotmail.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: henry kissinger
by baker,baker 25 Jan '02

25 Jan '02

tonite was a wonderful nite. i was driving alone through mazes, bridges over expressways and under onramps and through the dark trees by the canals and train tracks on the north edge of the palos forest preserve. i was driving my mom's minivan, 'coz my car is on the rag, and even though it's a really dorky car, i like it. i dotingly call it "the futuristic van of the future," because it has tons of buttons and features and only about half of them actually work. to me, this perfectly represents modern life. anyway though, i was driving under the street lamps and it felt like i was travelling at the speed of light. or the speed of "lite," because in all actuality i was obeying the speed limit precisely. i felt like diet cola, in fact -- listening to heartfelt rubbish on the radio (XRT isn't what it used to be), watching my digital spedometer and thinking about the girl who called me henry kissinger. i was bubbling with aspartame. [side note: digital spedometers are wonderful. they're like numbers being added randomly on a calculator & remind you in the most glorious way that your actual speed is best measured with your blood and your body, not the needle or the radar gun or the driver's ed man's voice in the back of your head.] but this girl i was thinking about -- i thought you might like to hear about her. many years ago, i was not less shy or awkward than i am now. i might even have been more so. and there was a girl who was perhaps in love with me, who wrote me a beautiful poem about henry kissinger. we sat next to each other in english class -- sometimes we would get together and sit on the floor in the back of the room and philosophize, write snide messages on the back of our hands, and our shoulders would sometimes touch, or our knees would bump and i remember feeling very excited, but not having the slightest idea what to do except shiver and keep philosophizing and writing things all up and down my arms. i might have been in love with her as well, but i didn't expect she'd want to hear about it. she seemed very interested in philosophy and english class and that all seemed to be enough. i was happy, and so -- i thought -- was she. the poem was strange. it was about henry kissinger, and the narrator of the poem was one of kissinger's secretaries, who would leave him special notes rolled up and tied with long blades of grass. she would write him love letters and leave poems for him to find in the filing cabinets. always mr. kissinger was running about clutching paperworks, letter openers, addendums, plane tickets. running off to israel and bolivia. dealing with foreign affairs. of course, the secretary was really this girl, and henry kissinger was me. it's strange to think of. all my life i've been the sort of person that was too mesmerized by the candles and incense, the flowing robes of priests, the clicking of the organ keys -- i never had much time for god and jesus and the holy ghost up there in heaven (actually i never went to church at all, i'm making that up but you understand what i mean). i'm really happiest when i'm alone with your love letters, you see -- i love the torn spiral edge of the paper and your handwriting on the blue and pink lines. i love how the letters smell as they get old in my drawer. i think, too, that i would love being alone with your body and your voice... the torn edges of your syllables, the blue and pink veins running beneath the skin of your arms and your neck. it's when i'm actually around you -- around any people at all -- and you or those people are not allowing me to be alone... i'm too hungry for your like and your love. it's like seeing a naked candy bar and shrinking away with fright because all my life, all i've ever known is the sweet, lingering taste of chocolate left clinging to someone's leftover wrapper. (sorry for the rambling) love, baker,baker __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Great stuff seeking new owners in Yahoo! Auctions! http://auctions.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: I am back....
by aale002＠ec.auckland.ac.nz 25 Jan '02

25 Jan '02

I think. Not that I ever really went away, but silence is a little like disappearing, sometimes. For people who rely upon words to make an impression, anyways. It started with the custard, I think. One night, I decided to have custard for dinner. Not in a "Hey, I'm going to be really quirky and strange and have custard for dinner" sort of way. It just seemed like the right thing to do. I have been apartment sitting over the summer break. Two friends of mine, both of whom had decided to spend the holidays overseas, asked me if I'd mind living in their trendy inner city apartments while they were away. After admitting to myself that I was going to be abode-esquely challenged otherwise, I agreed. So, I have spent the past two and a half months living alone, shuttling back and forth between these two apartments and work at the library. Hence, custard for dinner. Mutatis mutandis. QED. Being a hermit does strange things to a person. Some of my friends love it, but me, I'm a little too much like Vegemite. Not at all pleasant on my own, but a veritable ambrosia when combined with margarine and toast. That similie didn't carry through as well as I thought it was going to. Lonliness is almost like a drug, I think. Not only does it mess you up, but it is rather too addictive for my own good. So, I ended up not communicating with anyone. Including you folks. *sniff* Especial apologies to all those that may have sent me emails during that period. I haven't responded because I'm bad. And because emails smelled too much like work for my liking. (Stacey Dahling, you especially deserve to be lavished with my electronic attentions, like a nice beef roast should be lavished with Mum's special gravy.....mmmmm, beef.....) But, I am back now, and more sure of my abiilities to make a fool of myself and dwell upon it than ever. And that I reeeeaaaaalllyyyy like TBWTAS..... And that Laura Llew and I are not meant to be, since I got a big, fat zero....*sigh* Right-o, that's me, As you were, Cunning Andre +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: sinister: oh yes, i'm bad
by Histrianic＠aol.com 25 Jan '02

25 Jan '02

U.L.A. (say it like 'ullah', but it means utter list abuse..) I want to go see Clem Snide on February 16th at the Bowery Ballroom. (And I feel like a sucker for asking this..) The show says 18 and over, and I'm only a measly.. not 18 yet. So my question to new york listees: does the bowery ballroom check ID? (i really don't want to travel 400 miles if i can't get in. that would be pointless and a waste of my time. not that there is much point to my life anyway.) And. I was listening to I'm Waking Up To Us this morning in my head while I showered. It was annoying and endearing at the same time. Fudge is a good thing.. (in more ways than one.) cheers s +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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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