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Sinister: Belfast and stuff
by lulou 10 Dec '01

10 Dec '01

Hi I haven't posted for ages, and I usually do under guise of a list parent, but this time I am a humble member with tickets to flog. I have two tickets for Belfast for sale (cost price, of course). Mail me off list. Oh, yes, they *are* for Belle and Sebastian, not the King Singers, or U2. We intended to trek over to see them, but then the Glasgow gig was announced... Linda xx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: i've looked through offices and honkytonks for a man man enough to be...mr and mrs tennessee.
by nafees saeed 10 Dec '01

10 Dec '01

fake fire drills are possibly the most pointless thing ever. actually, no. they serve a purpose and i suppose we need them. ok. fake fire drills in winter are possibly the most pointless thing ever. i was sitting in my english lesson cursing shakespeare for writing the tempest and cursing my teacher even more for making us study it, then some siren/alarm/buzzer thing goes off. you could tell that it's the first chance that it's had to buzz because the poor thing kept on choking then eventually it reached a constant state of... buzz. what i did find quite amusing though was the fact that when confronted with a situation people completely disregard rules and procedure. for example "leave your stuff in the room", we packed everything into our bags, "form orderly queues in the corridors and head down the side stairwells"...about 500 people tried to hurl themselves down the main staircase. but, the funniest thing had to be the people adjusting their make-up to go outside, i giggled all the way outside. it was far too cold outside and then the 'premises staff' ushered us all of into the church just nextdoor. i just sat on a pew, put on my headphones and will oldham told me about how he wants to fuck a mountain. so here i am at home, will a red nose and cold fingers reading all your posts. bowling is a rather good idea, although i've always been extremely crap at it, i still enjoy it. i remember once when we went on a school trip to go bowling and i got put in a group where everybody had extremely small hands so they stole all the balls with small holes so i had to use a ball which was far too heavy for me and i could just about fit my entire hand through just one of the holes. when it was my turn to have a shot or whatever i went up and ran towards the line and when i swung my arm back to get at least some power on it the ball flew out of my hand and made this loud thudding sound on floor. on further inspection we learnt that it made a dent too, thus forever leaving my impression on the alley. but yeah, bowling sounds like a good idea. i thought of another title to give out too, "king/queen of the gutter". the person who manages to get the ball in the gutter the most times wins this prestigious title. this would be good for people like me who have no chance of being sinister bowling champion...so in a way..."we're all winners". i might be down in london at my brother's for new year so i might tag along for that. school trips in general were rather ace. i remember the first one i went on, to blackpool zoo. it was back when you had to hold hands with your classmates and your mum came along too. the only bad thing was we went in winter so all the animals were being lazy or were hiding. in a way that's good, i'm no longer scared of lions. the best one was when we were studying the tudors and we went to some old tudor mansion in sheffield. we got to dress up in all these costumes and hide in cupboards because they didn't like roman catholics...apparently. i remember acting really silly when they told us how old the house was. i thought it was going to fall apart so i stepped really carefully because i thought i was going to fall through the floorboards. i'll never go on a school trip again because i'm too old *sigh*. it'd be worth becoming a teacher just to go on them. keeping with this theme of nostalgia, my brother came up this weekend. it's great when my brother comes up, he tells me all about stock markets and how the world would collapse if it wasn't for his group. we ended up driving around and we ended up at our old street. i don't remember much about living there so i wasn't to affected but my brother was. he got really giddy, "i used to play cricket against that wall...the guy who lived there was a real knob". it was really funny. the only thing i remember about living there was when my dad spent the whole day constructing a gate for our driveway then being really proud of himself because he managed to do it by himself, then my mum goes "you haven't painted it". then my dad got really pissed off and stayed up way past midnight painting it just to prove something to my mum. i started work last thursday, i don't do much...but i suppose getting paid for not doing much is the way forward. i was however, fifteen minutes late. which wasn't my fault, but that of first bus company and it is a well known fact that first buss company are the root of all the wrongs in the world. there "gold service to manchester every 5 minutes" promise is such a lie. it should be "a bus to manchester every 20 minutes if the driver can be arsed to stop for you" service". and i had to stand because some bloke needed a seat for his feet, and i was too scared of him to ask him to move them. the building i work in is rather nice too. it's got one of those really old lifts (elevators...) which need to be manually operated. the guy who operates them is exceptionally small and doesn't look you in the eye, but that's ok. --- my local record store sells copies of "i'm waking up to us" for £6.99, that's wrong surely. b&s on jools was rather ace. jools got a gold disc too...on television. i think it's for one of those albums where he invites people round to his house and they perform other people's songs but they get the credit for it. i don't think jools liked them much, i think he was a much bigger fan of the buzz scaggs or whoever. at first i thought they were doing some sort of special effects until my mother informed me that my younger cousin had been around earlier and put magnets on the television thus creating a "rainbow" effect. goths are great, they utilise bin liners in ways i would have never of imagined. take care, nafees. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: here I go....
by Maja 10 Dec '01

10 Dec '01

Dear Sinister, This is my first time on this mailing list. Please don't be too hard with me. I'm a bit nervous, even ;) Today was a really nice day. I woke up at 10:30, got dressed and went to school where I found out that the teachers who I was supposed to have lessons from were both ill and wouldn't be back until the end of the week. YAY! My friends came to visit me and asked me how i felt and if I needed some help (you people don't know it yet, but I had broken my leg in two places. And now, after having taken off the plaster, I still have to use crutches and can't walk at all). After "really hard classes", I went to my first rehab appointment where my menthor told me what she was going do with my leg, and what kind of exercises I should do. I also saw my friend there. He also broke his leg one month ago. We talked a while and said "bye and take care" to eachother. When I got home, I had dinner and I made some nice Christmas presents for my friends from Finland and the UK. I still have to make some more of them; it's a really nice thing to do. I've read some stories about the Moomin trolls for the 4th time; I love them! Those stories are full of nostalgia, longing and loneliness and have nice illustrations (I plan to get a tattoo on my buttock of one of them in January;-)). Right now I'm very upset because my sister is leaving me and going back to Warsaw today and I will miss her so.... Oh, the year 2001 is almost over. I must say that I've really done everything (o.k, *almost* everything) I wanted to do. For example: I started to play drums at the school of music, I've met Evelyn who showed me the meaning of true friendship, I've bought a new bass guitar, I've managed to organize the band I play in, I went to London, etc. I've also met many fantastic and interesting people like Ola. I love her passion for music and her super cool English accent (thank you Ola! A big hug goes to you, sweet one ;*). The only plan I didn't manage to carry out was to stop loving an older man. Erm...and I'm sad that I've lost good contact with him. Now he's almost like a dream to me. GOSH! 3 years of being in love with the same man, who will never even be mine! I wish I could find real love without constant pain. But the question is: where is it? Where the hell I can find it?! I hope that next year will be also nice to me, and to other people too. And may all bad things go to hell. What are your plans for the New Year's eve?! I think it's going to be a fantastic time for me. Loads of friends are coming from different countries to visit me, and there will be at least 5 bottles of Malibu and Diet Coke. Yummy! Another cool thing is that Myslovitz (my favourite Polish band) are coming to play in the town i live (which is very small, only 8,000 people live here). Their bass player has told me yesterday that they're busy making new songs for their next CD. I'm so excited!!! I've already heard some of it, and I must say I'm impressed. It sounded a bit like Low and (God bless them)...Sigur-Rós! hehe... (Btw, the same guy has also told me that Myslovitz are going to London again in spring hehe..) Wow! It's already real winter in my town. Everything's covered in snow and kids are playing on the streets and make silly snowmen ;-). And the skiers whizz on the slopes. booo... I will have to leave my skis and sledge at home this year because of my poor leg.... O.K that's all for this "blah-blah" e-mail... I apologise for writing such uninteresting things Take care and be careful with your health! maja P.S- My mum has just brought me a advant calendar with chocolates inside ;))) -- Tego nie znajdziesz w żadnym sklepie! [ http://oferty.onet.pl ] +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: I don't have any puns (appendix)
by Rachel PY 10 Dec '01

10 Dec '01

Ken forgot.. 23. say something controversal (especially about B&S) to spark off a list debate. Rachel PY P.S.: 24. Strain everyone's mailbox still further with an e-mail with 3 lines, but in disguise and pretend that no one would notice. However not forgetting to apologise saying "Sorry, I won't do it again". _________________________________________________________________ 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 +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: I don't have any puns
by Kenneth P Y Chu 10 Dec '01

10 Dec '01

How not to write a sinister post 1. Sit yourself down at a state of the art computer. 2. Twiddle your thumb a bit realising that with a thumb so small, there's nothing else to do. 3. Make mental (no really) note to self that constantly referencing B&S lyrics for a hobby is sad. 4. Decide to write a sinister post because you're bored. 5. Start the whole thing by thinking of a witty B&S song title pun. 6. Fail, and shout to yourself "I DON'T HAVE ANYPUNS". 7. Pose, whilst a thought bubble with a lightbulb on it appears over your head - and then exclaim "Eureka!" in a really patronising voice. (in Ken's case speak normally) 8. Put that down as your subject line. 9. Copy what someone else has written, and then change it slightly to make it seem as if you are remotely witty, and highly original. 10. Try and at least think of contents, or at least something that someone said on the list so you can reply to it and make everything suddenly seem relevant. 11. Remember that it is Monday morning and you're at work, you had 5 hours sleep last night and thus has a memory block. 12. Sign off, giving shouts out to everyone that you want to get into the pants of, then realise that that list would get too long and a few people would still be left out and thus not sleep with you. 13. Remembering that it is ok, because they wouldn't sleep with you anyway. 14. Give shouts out to your elbow, who is a fine kisser, despite being so untouchable - to you, but not to everyone else. 15. Story of your life. 16. Be glad that by merely trying to sign off you have put in some mandatory moaning about no-one you like falling in love with you contents. 17. Get sacked for doing no work at work. 18. Plot a career as a modern artist after being inspired by the Turner Prize winner last night which was "a light that goes on and off" - which was the best piece of modern arts you've ever seen, although "a pile of shit" by T.A. Lentless came close. 19. Feel relieved that you haven't actually been sacked, and so celebrate with a speech in the style of David Beckham at Sports Personality of the Year awards 2001: "like, I'd like to obviously thank everybody, like, obviously, my mum and dad and my two sisters and my whole family, like, obviously I'd also obviously like to like thank all my teammates and my manager, like obviously and, like" 20. Write something about Red Bull. 21. Write down your name so people will avoid your e-mails the next time. Ken P.S.: 22. Have a PS section that says fuck all. _________________________________________________________________ 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 +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: opinion
by idleberry 10 Dec '01

10 Dec '01

The new single. Its crap. It�s a half hearted attempt at writing something, that sounds like bad Britpop during the days when it was popularity was waning and it was a word used to describe the likes of Catatonia, Space and Sleeper. Belle And Sebastian should really wait until they are actually in the mood for song writing because this doesn�t actually sound as if they are. It sounds as if they�re running short on funds for trips to the off license, and patched this mediocre indifferent piece of nonsense together, stuck a few lines round the internet saying �ooh look we�ve got some famous producer, therefore it must be good and we�re going up in the world!� To grab your attention, shoved it on the shelves and you lot bought it. I did too, but hey, at least I can say I notice a bad record when I hear it, rather than fawn over it. I bet they�re laughing right now, sitting on their arses, counting their money, Isobel in the courtyard eating bread and honey, and laughing at you lot for being so incredibly gullible and pouring your little hearts over it, hailing it as a masterpiece. It�s a bit like the latest piece of art to win the turner prize- a room with a flickering light. Its utter drivel. There�s absolutely no emotion in it at all. As throwaway as pop can get without giving it away with Happy Meals at MacDonald�s Drive-Thru. It�s a shame really, because you know that they are capable of so much more. And yet here�s the proof that they couldn�t be arsed. It sounds like they didn�t really care when they wrote it, as if they just got together. Belle And Sebastian, in my humble opinion, have taken to resting on their laurels. Why should they care? They have a record deal, a dedicated fan base who will buy and accept anything regardless just because it has those three little words on it: Belle And Sebastian. It�s a weak song, with weak lyrics, badly thrown together melodies, and a blas� attempt at music. Its as vibrant as a power cut. It�s a record that�s been done, and lacks the adventure to explore anything vaguely new and challenging. It�s a safe record, it�ll keep people happy, and what�s the point in exploring new lines of music, when you can churn out the same-old stuff and stay dependable within the tried and trusted boundaries of creativity? Is this creative? No, not at all. It�s unimaginative, dull and insignificant. Yes I bought it. No, I didn�t hear it before I bought it. Yes, its one of those records I�ll probably never take to the second hand shop, simply because I�d feel too ashamed to admit to owning it. Yes I�m still going to listen to Belle And Sebastian. Why? Because I live in hope that this was a one off blunder, a weak one amidst a back catalogue which is mostly flawless wonders. This is not Belle And Sebastian�s greatest moment, it�s a forgettable one. I hope that this is a mistake they can learn from and take a return to what they are renowned for: classic, undisputable genius. Its not ironic or clever, it�s just a stupid record. Rant over. Big hello to Paul Laird, for a great nights work at The Egg on Saturday, and playing some funky little numbers that I could wiggle away to. And he�s not the bloke I went to school with. He�s got a far cooler record collection. End of stuff. Idles ===== http://clubs.yahoo.com/clubs/corduroysmoke and the world did get covered in a thick haze of corduroy smoke. And it felt good. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Send your FREE holiday greetings online! http://greetings.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 +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: Just about italian and brazilian books and desperation... nothing of interest.
by arlequim＠osite.com.br 10 Dec '01

10 Dec '01

Oh, Sinister... Wednesday I was downtown, near the office I work at, and had the almost brilliant idea to go to a bookstore spend my time, as I was out of work for at least two hours from then on. I went to my favourite one, called "Berinjela" (egg-plant). It's really cool. It's in the basement of a business building, and you reach it after descending a long spiral ramp, as if you're going to some kind of medieval dungeon. In the end, instead of skeletons in chains, you find a pharmacy, a small restaurant and two bookstores - one of them being the so called "Berinjela". At first, everybody wonders: "how can people have this kind opf commerce underground!?!?". For me it's no longer so mysterious... At "Berinjela" you can find a lot of cool stuff, among books, CDs, LPs, comics and bibelots. When I am out of money, that's the place I go to spend a couple of hours listening to records I won't buy and reading books without taking them either. Once in a while, I freak out and buy lots of stuff, some really desired and some I won't remember why are at my house a few weeks later. That's just what I felt when I bought three albuns of Lloyd Cole and the Commotions at once. I like Lloyd Cole, but not with that...urgency. But, this wednesday, as I arrived there, I glanced at the bookcases, as ever, and saw something amazing: one of the books I searched more desperatly in my whole short and unsufficient life!! It's called "A Pedra do Reino", by a brazilian author called Ariano Suassuna. It's sold out. It's rare. It's perfect - and, at that time, it was cheap!! But - oh, irony! - I had no credit card in me, no cash, no one to bring me the money - I was alone in the office - and no chance to get the book immediately. I said to the the atendant, a very sympathetic middle-aged man, with agony in my eyes: "Couldn't you make a reservation, keep it out of sale for me until tomorrow?". He was so cruel: "sorry, our policy doesn't allow us to this anymore". I stacked. said: "so it's better saying goodbye now, because this book is going to disappear from the shelf as soon as I turn my back". He agreed: "I don't even know how you've come to find him today, as I put it there yesterday. It's a miracle!". I didn't laugh, as he probably thought I would, and went away, to try to find someone to lend me the money. Two hours later I made contact with my elder brother, who was casually nearby, and he said he'd come with the money. I was happy, of course, but I decided to go check if the book was still there after asking my brother to change his plans for me. And my fears were fully confirmed: not a trace of the most awanted book... It was gone, took by some other book-adicted as myself... so sad. I still hope to find the book someday... wish me luck. Until then, knowing there's an italian writing for the list (Stefano, I guess...), I must congratulate him for the greatness of his country's authors: I am just finishing another Alberto Moravia's novel, "Il Conformista", and had already been delighted by "Paura Alla Scala", by Dino Buzzati, with delightful short stories. As I see, the twentieth century was generous to italian literature. Beto (and his boooooooooring messages) +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: tangent ahead
by Zoe 10 Dec '01

10 Dec '01

It's the middle of the night and I am pretending that I'm writing an essay.It's about News values on TV.Now that's a subject, huh???I'm bored...Plus today I had my first jealousy crisis.Yeap!It was great! My boyfriend knows this person -not very well- who is editor of my uni's newspaper, and they met in this meeting(sic) about the newspaper and then she sent him an email saying that she fancies him and if he'd like to go out with her!OK.So she didn't know he had a girlfriend.Fine...So he told her that he is very happy in a relationship-with me. Then , and after they have exchanged a few business orientated emails, she sends him an email starting with "Hi, sweetie"...HI SWEETIE???? ARGH!!!! I saw it today and I got SO JEALOUS that I got embarrassed for being so jealous.So I'm a bit possessive...SHOOT ME!!!HI SWEETIE???*#%&@ So now I'm calm...I have also just ready Laura Llwe's latest email and it's greeeeeeeat!!!I loved it..especially the sock part. Oh, yeah.Just remembered.This will be of more interest to the Greek members of the list or the ones who reside in Greece, anyway. Erm,I met a few people online through an Athenian radio station website (Rock FM 96,8), where there is a forum under the name Belle & Sebastian.Anyway, some of them are in Athens, others study somewhere else in Greece and others reside in the UK-like me! So, we were thinking of making a move to meet in the Christmas holidays and maybe create a Greek fun club or have a meeting anyway as we all like B&S. I did advise them to check the list, too 'cos some of them didn't know about it. So, my point is that any of the Greek or Greek residing sinisterines, if you are interested in this email me.I thought talking about it on the list would be the best thin gas I don't know how many people from Greece are registered nowadays. I know the usual suspects but you know... So, yeah..I'm going to see the strokes in February..I like them..they are funky and make me wanna dance.I got a ticket out of sheer luck too.Just cam to me to be honest.Thought they were sold out and then,bang!an email from their mailing list talking about something like tickets for funs...great stuff, huh??they were saying how this happens in the US all the time!How great is that?I liked it anyway... Oh, yeah.Does anybody know where I could listen to some garage punk in Birmingham?Where can one go?I found this place called Sputnik which looks great and all-it even played Legal Man!!!- but it's VERY small and has this huge speaker in one corner and it blasts music in high volume which is great when there are a lot of people in a huge, high ceiling place but there?it's a small low-ceiling cave...grumble....well, to be honest I have so much work this year that I just don't have time to go anywhere. But I did go and see this band called The Prefects...huhuhuhuhuh....These guys were around with The Clash and The Sex Pistols. Apparently John Peel had said that they were better than The Clash and they were a personal favourite.The fun part is that one of my lecturers in uni was a member of the band. When the band broke up some of them went on to form The Nightingales.Anyway, in late September this lecturer I'm talking about was the organiser of a Punk conference in my uni along with some more people.It was great!There were members from Crass there and Caroline Coon and an ex-Blondie person and lots of academics...Good stuff.So The Prefects grouped again and have played a few gigs since then. They even had this CD which was compiled mainly from two Peel sessions they did in '78 and '79 and 2 songs from the Electric Circus in Manchester from '77. It was so weird seeing my lecturer on stage banging his guitar and singing and stuff..I love this uni....Now the Nightingales are playing again in B'ham on Tuesday...I might go.What the hell.It'll be fun I guess. My best gig this year, so far, has got to be PJ Harvey in Manchester.She was amazing... This year I have Filmfour and I am recording amazing films everyday.I have also decided that sod media studies,I am doing a Film MA next year.Film is in my blood and I love it...I also discovered a really nice song because of a film.The film is Irma Vep by Olivier Assayas (France 1996) and the song is Bonnie&Clyde by Luna.Well, originally the song is by Serge Gainsbourg sung with Brigitte Bardot, I think but I have only heard the Luna version. OK.I'm all finished...Until next time, eat chocolate and strawberry cheesecakes... lots of kisses, Z. www.studentpaper.co.uk info(a)studentpaper.co.uk +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: perfect mixtape?
by Katia913＠aol.com 10 Dec '01

10 Dec '01

Hey all- I know this is a bit of list abuse, but...what would all of you consider the perfect mixtape? I need to make this girl a mixtape for chirstmas because she used to be my best friend, but i've come to realize she is....well...not. I need some help. Please!! send me what you would put on it much love sinister kate +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: jazz in Alexanderplatz
by figure2＠fsmail.net 09 Dec '01

09 Dec '01

---~metaphor alert~--- LIFE! *-lite*, and it makes me happy, like someone emerging from the overindulgent ministrations of three geisha-girls in a Turkish bath whilst a bathrobed and sweating Marlon Brando sits in a corner reading aloud passages from *The Perfumed Garden* accompanied by a wrinkly woman with unfeasibly russet hair on the cymbalon. The morning outside is sharp and chill: sunlit and open. The bells (for this is Sunday) peal over a frosty valley here. Rails of the Inverness line wind joyously parallel over oily-filth-coated sleepers, in elongated sighs, tuggling a low winter sun northwards. Tesco are now stocking frozen tiger prawns again after some six month's absence. *Carry on Nurse* is on television. I have an easy job. It doesn't bore me. Yes, the little things in life haven't been dull this week; they've been *nice*, *pleasant*, *easy*. -the pantisocratic velociraptor is snuffling in turpitude-* She's got a German accent, and she's got a Glasgow one. The chap singing with guitar and synth (it's a wee analogue monophonic number whose keys he occassionally dunks with the headstock of his Stratocaster) 'He's so droll' enthuses a member of the largely art-school audience as either 'The Rebel' or something vaguely compound in German beginning with the letters oh dubblya el and sporting a rather fetching fedora works through his wittily composed tales of girls over garden walls and Hungarian accordion artistes. I'm leaned against a square concrete column, alone and gradually retreating up the ramped portion of floorspace as the Girl with the Glasgow accent is slowly but surely reversing against me whilst the German girl speaks over her shoulder and into her ear whilst staring, unwaveringly, at me. I'm kinda baffled by this intense if elliptical onslaught. Over the space of the guy's musical set I've retreated a full three feet in a steady, relentlessly glacial or tectonic shift. Now I've to try and reach down for my shoulder bag without appearing to be making a health and safety inspection of the girl's jeans as she yells back into the German girl's ears about the status of the working classes. I'm not dressed right and my complexion is a mess. Furthermore, I feel old. Real old. At least I'm not drunk. Haha! I knew there was something needing, so I turned for the bar. But my brain dragged me out of the door and up the stairs. Just a pinky trace of the sun's illuminescence filling thin lines of cloud-vapour now. Beeswax candles have a delicious scent. Its flame is against a sky of fadings and gradients registered through black sticks of an empty tree. A soft rush of electric fan heater inches from the carpet and a penetrating whine from this beige-clad hardware sitting next to the monitor, occasionally burping as the Hard Drive performs some unfathomable chore under the windows. *Yeah, this is a bullshit phrase to save you time with the dictionary: 'pantisocracy' is a utopian community where all are equal and all rule 'velociraptor' is a dinosaur with long, grasping forelimbs 'snuffling' is to sniff at a thing in a contemptuous manner, and 'turpitude' is a rare breed of dwarf ferret indigenous to the Siberian Olyei and subsists almost exclusively on a diet of rotting gherkins. Someone has read a post of mine! Why thank you, Corduroyboy:) Jazz in Alexanderplatz Isn't the instrumental coda to Belle and Sebastian's *Marx and Engels* adoreable? Lilting piano, cello, descant recorder then some softer, deeper woodwind? Take four 'crayzee' East Germans on Alexanderplatz. It's raining. One is a ghost, or is, now... The man directing all the filming is called Jurgen, and now he's sitting in a stainless steel and wickerwork chair in front of cinema 2 screen in Glasgow Filmhouse with an interpreter called Fiona to one side, a cine-bloke asking questions to the other and a lady with a plummy accent in the row behind me requesting them to 'speak up!' The ghost is the recently deceased artist responsible for an unusually friendly giant bronze sculpture of Marx and Engels commissioned by the Hoenigger reigime in the 80's, in front of which play two virtuosically mad jazz musicians: a saxophonist and a percussionist. The saxophonist's brass horn is full of water which gurgles in Dolby surround sound in the cinema as he blows in. The percussionist slams droplets of water into a dance on the hi-hat then clangs some joinery hammers against Engels' sizeable metal feet. How many feet is that. MMmm. Dada is such a relief. Freedom to crazyness! Half-baked must be the opposite of biscuit in the mirror of the number one. If my computer didn't keep crashing... I'd be 'coherent lad'. and if my mind didn't keep wandering I'd be 'straightforward lad' /rouss toys with a toy boat and looks at more mails maybe... eek oh. If I don't post now I'll be too scared of Laura's dexterity, so I'd better get outta here and skulk around the chat room a bit. 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. 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