- Sinister - missprint.org

Sinister: songs B&S haven't performed live
by Ernie Sanchez 23 Jan '02

23 Jan '02

Ok, I know that I said that I'd post to the list again with this information so here it is, in case any of you were looking for it. Here is a list of the songs that B&S haven't performed live. Well, a lot of the early songs may very well have been performed live in the past, or even recently in a show that hasn't been recorded, I'm just going by reviews/recordings that are available. So, apologies to Sinister if some of this list is inaccurate: Just a Baby Electronic Renaissance (still one of the top B&S tracks, although I doubt that this will ever be performed live - can't a boy dream?) Mary Jo Beyond the Sunrise Waiting for the Moon to Rise The Chalet Lines Nice Day for A Sulk String Bean Jean (although the Japanese tour may have ended that, I've been informed that they performed this at a show) The Gate Judy is a Dick Slap Take Your Carriage Clock and Shove It Marx and Engels There are a few songs that have only been performed once or twice, here are some of them: Expectations Put the Book Back on the Shelf I Could Be Dreaming Personally, I think that these should be performed live. They are neglecting some of their best songs! Maybe we can convince them to play one of these songs at an upcoming concert? I know that some, like "TYCCASI" and "WFTMTR" aren't made for a live setting, but I am hoping... Cheers, Ernie _________________________________________________________________ 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

1 0

Sinister: goodbye, i can see you walking til you're running away
by lindsey baker 23 Jan '02

23 Jan '02

hello sinister. and so i have learned how to breathe again. after months of holding my breath, waiting for something, aticipating the pending, there has been a death and a birth and i have remembered that i must both inhale and exhale. now it's overhead. my recommendation. and now. for a story. about a boy. his house is just like the rest in the neighborhood, maybe a little smaller but definitely nice. the white paint outside made the thing look like a house constructed of clapboard, a nice literary term that every writer wants to use at least once a year when describing homes. those irritating icicle lights were strung up against the eave, and i suspect they're there year-round, welcoming the people going inside. and the welcome was a surprise. the pictures of him might indicate some kind of hidden pain, a thinly veiled and teetering hysteria that might, at any moment, topple over and out of his dark eyes and into another song. and the songs would surely indicate that my sister is right, and he is disturbed, and i shouldn't be anywhere near the boy i have been holding hands with, let alone the house of the hero of this story. but the outside and inside and offered hand were too tempting, so i laughed with a glorified awareness that temptation is satan is jesus is god, and i became, officially, the new girl in the house. of the twenty or so people inside, all were calmly, and quite happily, gathered around a brown bag of overly-salted popcorn with jam glasses of water or wine, and they liked my red jacket. they laughed, and so did i. the boy. the hero. the owner of the house. he is all of these, and his eyes, upon closer inspection, are void of the theatrical madness of the stage and the frenzied gulping of a pitcher or water. instead, they are only the tired eyes of a just-legal man not quite ready to leave omaha again. i shook his hand with my one empty right hand, and his palm was warm and dry, the black bracelet i recognized from the photographs tied firmly in place. and as i sat there, in the house, with one boy in front of me and the other at my side, i realized that people are just people, and we meet and pass. and if we are lucky, we catch the hands of a few passers-by for a while, and hang on long enough to realize that we don't need the hands to hold us up. so ends my story, i think, as someone told me my last post was too long. a few closing matters. i am apparently the second lindsey baker known to mankind, as i was born after the older male version of me. i hope he has better luck in love than do i, though recent happenings here in the heartland bode well for LB#2. props go out to my loves mandee and dave for reasons they well know. i look forward to future summits. and what fun it would be to click the sewing circle needles at a heartland pic-a-nic. hmmm. support saddle creek bands. they work hard. a bit of irreverant content: i am still finding myself listeing to wutu on the trip from lincoln to omaha and back, and am still surprised every time that three songs repeating in such rapid succession doesn't drive me nutty. and finally. a final word about love. it's there. and here. just wait, patiently, and the pregnant feeling of wating will one day break and then. and then. your misslindseylou _________________________________________________________________ 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

1 0

Sinister: In this week's episode, Joe finds a secret admirer and Sharon walks out on Brook...
by Joe Vester 22 Jan '02

22 Jan '02

Sinister: The world's greatest soap opera. Where bizarre things that don't happen in real life actually happen! Recently, however, I've noticed that we don't have enough major storylines. So I'm afraid I'm going have to come round and chop somebody's legs off as otherwise, ratings will start flagging. This may produce show's rather remincent of recent events on Hollyoaks. Which I've been watching quite a bit of late. Admitedly, it seems to consist entirely of blonde girls/girls with other hair dyed blonde crying/moaning about how much somebody (usually their parents) hates them. But the important thing about it all is that they are all very _pretty_ blonde girls. But this is the real news, the news of the week, the news of the month if not the year so far! It's really bloody good news, too, which makes a change from the saying that no news is good news. Which is nice isn't it? I hope your pleased when you hear the news. Although one person already knows the news, but I don't know who (hopefully) she or (there is a slight possiblity) he is (yet). Can you guess the news yet? Well, I'll tell you, just in case you haven't worked out what it is. There's a clue in subject line, too. It's really bloody good news isn't it? Have you heard better news while reading this post? I bet you haven't. That's right, though, yours truly has recieved a list crush vote!!! I wonder who it's from!!! Sadly, it's not from my list crush (otherwise, obviously, I'd know who it was) but I do have one idea for who it's from, or rather, who'd I'd like it to be from. Although I suspect it could be merely from somebody who is sotry that I never get a Valentine's. Mind you, if I get a list crush every time I moan about Valentine's day, I'm very willing to do it every day. A few people had thoughts about my A-levels, Rachel Fruitloop nudged me towards Design and the Dirty Vicar advised me not on Theology but on Physics to have some understanding of Science. Pez, as soon as I read your subject line, I thought of Robert Rankin, and yes! you should read them as they are very very good indeed and include that quote. Although I dispute Pez's statement that the make sense. They do sort of, but not the kind of sense you think of when discussing complex logical problems. More the kind of sense you think of when talking about Salvador Dali. Tom, are you and me the same age or thereabouts? I had the misconception that you were more like 18/19 than 15/16, I dunno why. But there you go. Well, Tom said he had never heard a good rap song, but I HAVE. As of yesterday. It's by Roots Manuva and it seems to be about Baked beans and fish and chips. British Hip-hop is actually quite good, i have discovered. Partly as they have tunes, and don't rap about how "tha ******* ho's and tha niggas in da **** hood is all **** gonna kill y'all ******" but about how they're gonna go to the library and then go to the supermarket and afterwards maybe go to the pub... it's sort of "twee-hop" really. Rather good, too. I stil feel hope for my siblings' indiekidism. Ben, it's gonna have to be a bloody big bag-I'm 6'1". And I'd like some airholes please. Otherwise, I have no objections. Archel, feel free to phone, but I warn you, my mother has a particular sort of ESP for telling people who once posted about how they wished more people asked rthem about bollocks. Laura Llew, I'm not worthy to read to you or for that matter, lick your boots as I got 30/100. But I entered as Rachel Pancake so I might re-enter as Joe and see if i got better. !VIVA RACHELS! Love, RachelJoe Pancakes (I myself have forgooten whether "panckes" is plural or otherwise) P.S.I _LOVE_ SIMON and GARFUNKEL. But which one is which? Answers are to describe them as either "the taller, blonde one" or "the shorter, dark haired one". Thankyou v. much P.P.S. "if..." is, as both Tom and I have mentioned very recently a totally wonderful film and I was wondering if Tom or any of the others of you had any idea what the black and white bits were suppossed to mean? If you haven't seen it, do. That's an order. I also noticed that my school is full of people suitable for "whip" positions. And they all go to a very enclosed space every morning....hahaha(cackles). P.P.P.S. Did anyone else feel that they didn't kill enough people at the end of "if...". I'm sorry to be so bloodthirsty. P.P.P.P.S. I meant to mention this last time but I forgot. Can anyone nice send me a nice copy of a taping of the belfast gig? Pretty Pretty please! I just forgot to. Sorry! Please! +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

1 0

Sinister: aah...abuse,abuse...
by Tom Pettinger 22 Jan '02

22 Jan '02

So sorry just to ask this but I don't think I'll be posting for a while and I need to know: What is that song/who is that singer on the Jag X-type advert? Is it Nick Cave? Sorry. (But still reply please...) Tom XXX +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

1 0

Sinister: "Limbs stripped bare by the lightning flare / The lighting flare was a wild affair..."
by Robert Brennan 22 Jan '02

22 Jan '02

Hello Jenowl and Chris Pez have both mentioned the show with the ace theme music about the Lightning Tree. A brief check on the inestimable http://tv.cream.org confirms my suspicions that they were talking about FOLLYFOOT. It also reminded me that the programme featured the (almost certainly) late grate ARTHUR ENGLISH who, as well as having a top name, also played the curmudgeonly caretaker on Are You Being Served. They've got the theme music as well! It's fan-bluddy-tastic and goes on for ages. http://tv.cream.org/themes/Follyfoot.mp3 Mark C, you seem to have become a dab hand at the housework and are in need of a job. Fancy doing my ironing? The Belfast gig on R1 was ace by the way despite being bracketed by Lurpack and his seemingly bottomless bucket of Nu-Metal/Nu-'Punk' bollocks. I thought everyone was playing a cruel trick on me by saying they played The Boys Are Back In Town. But now I've heard it with my own ears I was totally bowlied over. RAWK! Oh yeah.. as is the fashion these days: http://friendtest.com/viewquiz.php?account=robster Speaking of fashion: Maddie and Hannah mentioned mods. I wanted to be a mod some years ago in the hal-see-on days of 1994/95. Unfortunately I was cursed with the mod's worst enemy: WAVY HAIR. Oh yes - You might have yer anorak and yer three button suit and yer clarks shoes but it means nowt when you have to spend 2 hours gelling/spraying your hair into a perfect bowl only to see it spring back into a bouffant when walking under a lightbulb. I gave up on being a mod after I realised I was too fat to get into any second hand single-breasted suit jackets anyway. Was everyone thinner in the late 60s? I've jabbered on enough now. Robster http://robster75.tripod.com __________________________________________________ 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

1 0

Sinister: And I heard the voice of harpers harping with their harps. Revelation 14:2
by chris perriman 22 Jan '02

22 Jan '02

(look it up if you don't beieve me) hey there sinister! so did anybody try my recipe then? its tasty, i promise. i caught the belfast gig on the radio last night and it sounded truly fab, legal man was better than the original and the covers were truly spot on. and stevie's john lennon in the wrong girl was grate (you know what i'm sayin') NOSTALGIA TIME! >i remember in a song, a girl said "the best shield is to accept the pain, >then what can really destroy me". maybe she's right. > >- lola monnet this was ooberman in the song 'shoreley wall', god that seems like ages ago. does anybody know what ooberman are up to? have they even still got a record deal? >It couldn't have been more like an >episode of that really old program and the theme tune was about a tree that >got struck by lightning. It went like "down in the meadow where the wind >grows free in the middle of a field stands the lightning tree, it's limbs >all >torn from the day it was born for the tree was born in a thunder storm" and >there was a farm in it. > >- jenowl my god! i sooo remember that but thats all i remember about it, the theme song. somebody's got to tell me about this! [am i being a bit too enthusiastic in this post, someone smack me] Ouch! lindsey baker i know i owe you an email from like, ages ago but that hurt /me gets up off the groung rubbing my head. i had a dream i was a powerpuff girl, how wierd is that. i could fly, i really love flying dreams but i hadn't had one for years. all my flying dreams seem to take place in my street, weird {is it wEIrd or wIErd, i can never remember} >Grainne was right, my last subject line was a reference to the mighty >Warlords of Pez. They are this strange Dublin band who play gigs wearing >animal masks all dressed in, er can't remember, is it leather jackets and >cycling shorts? And they have someone onstage with them with a flipchart >which contains the lyrics to their songs (usually the same as the title of >their songs). One song is called 'Derek Davis In A Pound Shop With A Basket >Full Of Deodorant' (this might mean more to you if you were familiar with >Irish TV personality Derek Davis), another 'Fuck Your Partner Like A Zombie >Till Their Brains Come Out Their Head' (or something like that). I think >they're destined for massive mainstream success. > >Is Chris Pez in Warlords of Pez? that would be cool. > >- Dirty Vicar aha!! since they/we all wear masks then you'll never know. yeah, i commute to dublin every week to practice they sound a bit like the comedy slipknot HOY!! cay cola cube!! are you not replying to me now or did you not recieve my email due to your dodgy uni computers? (that was her excuse last lime, lame or what i asks ya) rassafrassasnassa [that was supposed to be mutley by the way, well you try typing a cartoon dog's non-words] ------------------------ if anybody's looking for a good read and a good laugh at the same time i'd recomend the novels of Robert Rankin, especially the armagedon quartet (three books) or the brentford trilogy (five books) they are completely surreal and ace and the man has absoltely no sense of continuity (for instance characters from one story crop up in another even though they are set 30 years apart (although this is mainly due to barry the time travelling wonder sprout who lives in elvis presley's head (it makes sense, i assure you))). i also recomment 'pablo the little red fox' and i have done before. cartoon, BBC Choice, completely twee and fab! somebody besides me must fall in love with it, it could be you. ------------------------ an enthusiastic farewell Pez* [waves] PS. FastCow is the TOPS www.pez.com - the wonderful world of pez ;) ivorytowers.8m.com - ivory towers records www.drpez.com - Dr Pez, Spain's premier fish doctor (i think) _________________________________________________________________ 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

1 0

Sinister: Flapdoodle
by Rebecca Wright 22 Jan '02

22 Jan '02

I promised myself I'd be in a happy jolly mood before speaking to all you lovely people. First off an appeal to all London commuter-sinisterees. Could any of you keep an eye out for some posters around the Bakerloo line I think, advertising a Paul Klee exhibition as I was a little the worse for vodka at the time and can't remember dates, places or generally how to get there. I could look it up on the net only Anita's giving me evils so I must give out the semblance of working. Someone came up to me the other day and asked me if I was French, best compliment I've ever had. Meant to reply with a gentle gibing confidence, the-fact-that-you-see-me-so-fashionable-and-elegant-hasn't-corrupted-my-innocent-nature type expression like the Parisian girl out of 'Breathless' but instead I just blushed and grinned inanely all the way down the street. No wait she was American wasn't she?! I introduced my sister to oil paints, she loves the smells and can't decide which is better, turpentine or white spirit. If we're on the subject about introducing younger siblings to music then I was half way there before she got stuck. She'll listen to stuff she knows but is never open to anything new, Tigermilk's the only album permitted. Yesterday sis did let me play her a bit of the Moldy Peaches but only 'cause I'd sparked her curiosity by singing 'Little Bunny Foo Foo' at the table. Ugh, last week saw the return of the awol ex. No, not an ex 'cause we parted as lovers but when neither one speaks to or sees the other for 3 months I guess the relationship is certifiably dead. Still he felt at ease enough to rest his head at my feet with nine of us piled on a bed watching footage of their Arizona sky-diving trip. But why travel half-way across the world to jump out of the same sky? Shut up Becs! Strange thing that I didn't mind, just remained all still and placid because I was actually worried about disturbing him. Thank you Katarina Karlsson, I finally got to see the sillustration and it's now pinned proudly next to my Chagall piccy. I'd send you some lemon sherbets as a sign of my delight if I had your address or if I can get some decent ones, the only type I've managed to find are super market's own brand where the expected sherbet blast in the middle is more a kind of fizzle, is that it? event. Oohhh, and I should also show my pride at being acknowledged by Dirty Vicar, akin to the Disney scene where the revered stag pauses for a second in front of Bambi before moving on....hmmm, poss' bad analogy. No B&S content. I know, I listened to 'Family Tree' on the bus and was mortified to hear Isobel complaining about being made to learn "Chemistry, Biology and Maths", listing my A-levels with a sweet little sneer. Ho-hum best be off now. Becky +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

1 0

Sinister: looking for a place to hide
by marc bots 22 Jan '02

22 Jan '02

hello sinister, hope you are all fine, as i am. if anyone can tell me where the subject line comes from i would be grateful, because it looks very familiar but i don't know how and why etc. to the point: from 8-12 april i will be in swansea for some work related things. which is quite good. however, it would be much better to arrive one or two days before the 12th, and to have a look around in beautiful england/wales. is there someone who wants to show me around and offer me a bed for a night? i could fly to either london or cardiff, and get to your place by train, so anywhere between london and cardiff would be fine. if anyone would just like to show me around and drop me off in a b&b at night it would be great too. please email me off-list for more details about me etc. content: none. i could make up something, but that would be cheating, wouldn't it? sorry for this chaotic post. it's still quite early. hello to the special mrs. 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

1 0

Sinister: now you're waiting for a warmer welcome in colder states
by Stankin' Cooter 22 Jan '02

22 Jan '02

First, a quick note. This somehow became a VERY long post. You may want to simply delete it and move straight onto the next one, unless youre procrastinating about something very unpleasant indeed. In which case, its probably just the ticket. I think even Stacey will wrinkle her nose at this one. Gday all: Ive been away, and now Im back. What Ive returned to, however, is not what I left. This is a Good Thing, but its also somewhat disconcerting. If you remember me at all, it will be as someone who manages to post endlessly when he has nothing whatsoever of interest to say. Ive been back home for a little over a week, with loads of things to talk about for once, and found myself quite lost for words, and for the first time with you lot worrying that Ill say too much. But I should say something. I met some of you while I was away, which was just about the best thing ever. Everyone was exactly how I had imagined, which was a far better result than Id ever dared hope. This tells me two things. Firstly, my judgement is loads better than Id given myself credit for. I rock. Secondly, you lot are apparently every bit as wonderful as you seem, which is absolutely staggering. Ill start at the end. London was brief, and slightly grubby, but loads of fun. I only ended up spending three nights there, which wasnt nearly long enough to get a feel for the place, but I got to see and drink many things in my short time there. Having arrived from New York on a compressed, sleepless, Eastbound night, and on almost no sleep the night before, I was weary and dishevelled on arrival. So, of course, I headed straight for the pub. Only thing for it. I had managed to get a train to Paddington Station, where I left my bag, and received incredibly precise directions from my cousin via email. My old mate Adam now lives in London, and works in a pub which my cousin described as being near Oxford Circus. I caught another train there. Little did I know how many things could be quite reasonably described as being near Oxford Circus. I was determined to find the place without further assistance, however, so after a brief respite in an internet café for Diet Coke and #sinister (the finer things in life), I set out confidently in a direction picked completely at random. Some instinctive sense must have guided me, as I found myself there in no time at all. Id say that I have some sort of radar guidance system that homes in on either beer or other Australians, but its not as if either of those things are particularly thin on the ground in London. However it happened, though, I found myself with pint and fag in hand, chatting away with an old mate in a state of almost delirious exhaustion, remembering how much I missed the guy. Later that day, I had the remarkable good fortune to meet the inimitable Miss Madeleine of Leicester, who saw fit to grace London with a rare personal appearance. Further pintage was had, and we talked about how lovely each and every one of you are. No really, we did. I didnt shitcan anyone that much, really, and there was almost no gossip at all. Honest. After then overcoming a few small logistical hurdles (involving relations, suitcases, and numerous flights of stairs), we set out to meet the rest of those whod foolishly offered to have a pint with us in #sinister. Hovering outside the Kentish Town tube station, we wondered whether the dashingly handsome chap similarly hovering outside might be the one and only Stevie Trousers. I wandered over and asked, and indeed he was. He also turned out to be very much the consummate gentleman and scholar. Ken and Dimitra were held up and would meet us at the pub. Jeremy and Marianna then arrived (strange that my first meeting with fellow Australian listees should occur in London, but there you have it), and we set about finding shelter and ale. Thanks to Stevies selfless and thorough reconnaissance over the preceding weeks, our mission was easily accomplished, and couches were sat on, coats were piled up, and the ale and conversation were allowed to flow. We were later joined by Ken and Dimitra, my cousin, his bird, and an embarrassment of fried chicken. All the makings of a very tidy night out on the town, Im sure youd agree. Or a very untidy one. I think that, ultimately, history will be the judge. In any event, I had a whale of a time, and Id do it again as soon as blink. The following night, Stevie very kindly allowed me to tag along with his posse to a gig, which was a good laugh as well. There were a couple of admittedly dreadful support acts, but Dressy Bessy (with whom I was only loosely familiar, based on a handful of songs) played a thoroughly impressive show. Well worth a look, should you get the chance. Jeremy and Marianna appeared again, and I also had the pleasure of briefly meeting several others of the massive. The names I recall are Lucy, Sarah, Martin, and Cabbage (if that IS your real name). Everyone was lovely, friendly, welcoming and extremely good-looking, though I didnt get to spend nearly enough time with anyone. I may well have made some omissions, as I was still very much drunken, jetlagged and exhausted. If Ive done so, I apologise, but youll just have to make more of an impression next time. The largest possible thanks to Stevie for letting a random, scruffy Australian temporarily invade what seems a fun, tight and handsome scene. The rest of my time was spent with people you wont know, so I wont bore you with the details of that. It was boozy and fun, though Ill admit that I spent much of my time in London pining not for home, but for New York. Which brings me back to the beginning. Id left an empty house first thing on Christmas morning, and flew to Sydney, where I spent a few panicky hours in #sinister and sucking down cigarettes, contemplating what appeared at that stage to be a trip as terrifying as it was exciting. Terrifying was certainly how things started out. After a long and uncomfortable flight to LA, I arrived only to experience the widespread panic of an airport evacuation, as they thought there was a bomb in the building. Basically, I (and the other several hundred people that had not yet cleared customs and or immigration) were told by loud men with large guns to drop all of our belongings and get out of the airport as quickly as possible. We stampeded out of the building, getting shouted at all the while, and were herded into a small glassed-in courtyard, without phones, water, toilets, television or any information about what was going on, other than that it was an emergency. We couldnt go anywhere, so were forced to spend about three hours standing shoulder to shoulder, looking anxiously at the building right alongside us, the sky, and the national guard and police running about outside the building, and the luckier passengers spilling out onto the street. Oh, and shooting worried glances at those around us, though there was little conversation. Having missed a connecting flight (along with almost everyone else) I spent the rest of Christmas queuing up to arrange another flight to New York, hovering about the airport, and then finally flying across the country. I arrived late at night, took a taxi to a really crap hotel, showered for a really long time, and fell asleep. The following day began even more terrifyingly, but for completely different reasons. December 26th, you see, was about the most anticipated day in the history of the world ever. Well, for me at least. The reason it was terrifying was that I had arranged to arrive on the front doorstep of a girl of whom I'd become almost ridiculously fond, on whom I had an enormous crush, and who Id let get to know me better than anyone ever has, despite the fact wed never actually met. The girl in question is the very lovely and completely inimitable Miss Julie (known to frequenters of the wretched hive of scum and villainy that is #sinister as Cyberglam), whos been very quiet on the list of late, though used to be very noisy indeed. Delightfully so, it should go without saying. Anyway, somehow I found the courage to meet her in the lobby of her building on the other side of the world, armed only with a suitcase and a rather shabby looking bunch of flowers. I stayed with her for two weeks, which could have resulted in any number of different sorts of disaster. I was well aware of this, and took the wise precaution of drinking and smoking heavily in the lead-up to the visit, and asking a couple of my close friends questions like what the hell am I doing?!. This was all very helpful. As you may well have guessed, disaster ensued. For those of you that dont already know, it turns out that Julie is, in fact, The Perfect Girl. And I had a wonderful, dreamlike two weeks, hogging her company as greedily as I could manage. Ive never experienced anything like it, and the worlds been a slightly different place ever since. Ill digress briefly here. Im being rather unfair. A lot happened in the two weeks I was in New York, and much of it involved the company of others of the Sinister fold. They were all far better than great, and really went well above and beyond the call of duty to make sure that I felt welcomed, and a part of things, and that I had an amazing time in what could conceivably be quite a scary and confusing place to be for a small town boyo such as myself. So the warmest and most heartfelt of all possible thanks must go to Laurel, Will, Brian, Matt, Ben, Phil and Lucas you are all owed any number of favours, and huge great steaming pots of love. There was a zany adventure, involving a driving tour of New Jersey and Hoboken and god only knows where else, in search of a thrift store that could have been in one of perhaps three locations, as identified loosely by some bloke that Brian overheard on a subway train. We didnt find the thrift store, but we did listen to loads of pop music, see where the mafia dump their dead bodies, have a Diet Coke from a McDonalds cup that boldly and somewhat presumptuously announced me Proud to be an American! (to the amusement of all), ate a Hamburger (not from McDonalds) that I swear I heard moo back at me, and saw some Crocodile Hunter Valentines Day cards in Target. There was also a New Years Eve spent in a closed park, where a select few of us enjoyed frozen beer from a can wrapped in brown paper, indulged in a little random snogging, heard both Dorothy Parker and some B&S lyrics recited from atop a raised bit of something or other, and were educated in a little cultural history by a passing drug dealer who was intrigued by my accent. A wonderful night. Oh, and anyone in or near New York city make sure that the incomparable Miss Laurel is on your dance card. She cuts one heck of a rug. These are very brief, edited highlights it really was the most amazing two weeks of my life. Ive bored you sufficiently with details thus far, Im sure. Back to the disaster, though. It became apparent to me long before I had to leave New York, and specifically Julie, that it would be very difficult to do so. So plans were made to come back, properly. This helped a little bit, but not much. The day I left, it was snowing lightly, and very cold. I said goodbye on the street, loaded my suitcase into a taxi, and got in. My glasses immediately fogged up completely, as the inside of the cab was so warm. I couldnt see anything as the cab drove away, which was probably just as well. That drive to the airport was the longest of my life, and it felt like it was all steeply uphill, dragging me slowly but steadily away from where I wanted to be. I was grateful for the fog on my specs, and didnt clean them. I hoped that the surly cab driver, looking back at me in his rear view mirror, wouldnt notice the salty dampness on my cheeks, if he couldnt see my puffy, red eyes as well. So, a lot of stuff happened, and here I am once more. I bet you didnt miss me at all. So now what? Basically Im in the process of dismantling my life here, and figuring out how to get my new one started as quickly as possible. Ive tried to explain to my family what Im doing and why, with mixed results. Ive told my friends that Im leaving them behind, and encouraging them to come and visit me as soon and as often as they can. They used to mean the whole world to me, and I still love them to death, but theres somewhere else Ive got to be, and someone whos come to mean more. This too, has met with a slightly mixed response. Ive already handed in my notice at my dream job, and started looking for work in New York, and finding out about Visas and so on. Everything seems so temporary that I havent even brought myself to completely unpack my suitcase yet. Im home, but the last thing I want is to allow myself to settle back in. This is the scariest and most exciting stage of my life yet, and its moving too fast for me to even feel that I can get a proper look at it. Writing this down has helped a bit, and I apologise if youve felt obliged to read it, as Im quite aware that its largely for my own benefit. When you think of a distant person and place, it seems natural to send your thoughts out sideways. Im far enough away that I have to send mine more or less straight down. Ive taken my first few steps I just hope that time passes quickly until I pop out the other side once more. Im happier and less happy than Ive ever been both at the same time. Emotionally, Im one of those fizzy drinks your mother used to put a blob of icecream in. Thats more than enough out of me. Um, and, oh yeah, books and music and stuff are fun. I like them. Sinister is also one of the best things in the world; its just a shame that its not a place. Ill insist that each and every one of you take nothing but the very best possible care, and stay candy-coated with a delicious cream centre. Bulk love, -David. PS Danny: Hang in there, old man. Dont make me come up there and mend you. PPS Honey: Youve got a LOT to answer for ;) PPPS Those awaiting parcels: Im evil and bad, yes, but Ive also been somewhat distracted. Please accept my humblest apologies; Ill put something good in to make up for the wait. Oh, and I might even drag my lazy arse down the post office one of these days as well. _________________________________________________________________ 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

1 0

Sinister: beauty by chance
by Toy Stephen 22 Jan '02

22 Jan '02

Hello wonderful Sinister kids. In a fit of inspiration (no doubt brought down by St Peter & his Isobel Odyssey), I will try to part the sea of all yr fabulous posts that have inundated my mechanical senses & say hello. first: a theme: In an Independent article abt Sri Lanka, Sophie James saith: 'Serendip, the name given to this island when the ancient Greeks discovered her. It means, literally, "beauty discovered by chance".' Yesterday was my Viennese housemate's 25th birthday. We celebrated as kids celebrate. Generic blues chords played meanderingly, improvised Blues lyrics from all at the table, punctuated wit hwine bottles & bee rtins slammed onto surfaces. 'plank' and 'bucket' are good end words for the first two verses; the rhyming pairs in 3 & 4 (preferably with 'flank' for the 3 &, er..., for 4) then set such a lovely tone. Any, at 2am, a good friend (born in Sri Lanka, by chance) swept into the house with one of her friends and snow like the train of a wedding dress. By sunrise, exceeding everyone's secretest conceits of blissful love affairs, a boy went with a boy & a girl made plans to go with another girl. There was such joie & self-satisfaction I thought we were in an Iris Murdoch novel set in a country house in Dorset. My Sri Lankan friend succeeded on an impossible task & turned Toy Stephen into a Diva. Blond short wig, forest green ankle length dress, creme-coloured feather robe-coat, a broad knitted muffler, & mysterious sunglasses. When the films develop, I shall send a scan to Honey so everyone can feel as if she was there (& I invited you all; where _were_ you?). Plans hatched for an eclectic band, guitar, saxophone, keyboards, a keen opera Tenor (another housemate) & whatever rubbish about the house that makes noise. I hope we can do some B&S covers; Id love to sing those dressed like Andy Warhol's Candy Darling. Peter Carter pined: >'I've never been Sillistrated and I haven't seen that >film about Iris Murdoch yet, these are terrible >things' I share yr shame, Peter. ssupposedly Broadbent finds the Bayley in him. & Ive no clue when itll be released in America. When it does premiere, I cannot envision anyone younger than 40 in the theatre (are there any younger Murdoch admirers in the States?). Only ageing English philosophy professors. Like Hugh C., an Oxford man with long white hair who was always sucking his teeth during lecture. He recalled his sister (who's still at Oxford) seeing Mrs. Murdoch many years ago when her dementia had her watching the Teletubbies in the afternoons in delight. Murdoch wandered seemingly happy through the town, drest in workman's blue overalls, unshowered for days. Beauty by chance. affectionate tugs to the many who welcomed me after my first post. CarsmileSteve answered me what Ladybugs prefer for tea: aphids. He even used his knowledge in a sentence: 'this is why gardeners like to have lots of ladybugs about, to eat the nasty pests, and they're more ecologically sound than pesticide'. Now, through this exchange, we discovered epiphany. We found the etymology for 'Ladybug' conjectured to be: 'Probably from its seven spots being considered a symbol of the seven sorrows of the Virgin Mary'. I shared my bed with the Virgin Mary. A lusty new sheen to my earlier dilemma. Tho what a blundering dolt if I served her the wrong dish. But nevertheless I bless her for being an agent of environmentalism, acc. to Steve. There's a Sinister logic there to support the creation of 'The Virgin Mary was an Environmentalist' tee industry. or at least a submission to Ken Chu to devise a new B&S title (with his numbers & patterns & esoteric prophecies) promoting the Lord's mother as the first Green. Im tweaked to hear all of us go on-and-on abt love so much. By Valentine's day, perhaps by the shear love that's going around, Ill have a sweet thing to call my own. People think toys are only for Christmas, birthdays, or S&M parties; but we still must trudge on the rest of the year too, you know? (could I settle on a letterbomb from Tom?) etymologies, exegesis, & elegy for Iris, Stephen. p.s.: thanks to Laura Llew for consoling me. She allayed my fears that my (dead) great Aunt Tanti would come back to reclaim her gray-and-white candycane striped bedsheets that Im currently sleeping on. & I will take yr test with grate trepidation. If I fail, I couldnt survive knowing I missed the cool blue sheets and new coolest LOW pillowcases. pps.: welcome to baker,baker; the Cat's Pyjamas dreamed of a Chicago meetup, & we'll need yr poetic airs. ppps: the title of the Sophie James article is 'Wanton Seduction in Paradise.' I move to etch this on the pearly gates of Sinister, at least until Valentine's Day. ===== ----- What's a Toy to do? __________________________________________________ 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

1 0