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Sinister: like a little slug i won't be bugged by trivia*
by chris perriman 01 Dec '01

01 Dec '01

wow - i'm impressed. bobby looking like a vintage rod stewart, the girls all in flares [i do like a girl in flares], mick looking funny with a bass and no trumpet, beans all embarassed at being on the telly, richard in a 'perthshire advertiser' t-shirt, stevie... just being stevie and struan holding his mic lead like a proper crooner, i was loving it thricefold. but who the hell is/was boz scaggs??? and the lighthouse family may be crap but they were named after st. mary's lighthouse in whitley bay which just up the coast from me, not that you needed to know that. and then last night i dreamed of B&S a friend and i were robbing a toy shop, we had hi-tech radio transmitter/recievers so we could talk to each other but we couldn't figure out how to switch them on so we chucked them away. belle and seb were playing a secret midnight gig in the toy shop and all the harry potter toys looked like Beans, they even came with a little keyboard. then when i got home i was a mafia hitman and i was hunting down my parents but i kept missing them and my dad was constantly telling me how to do it better. i shouldn't have told you all that last bit, someone's going to psychoanalyse me and inform the authorities that i'm a danger to myself and others and the men in white coats will come for me... ...again. but wouldn't B&S dolls be a good chrimbo gift? you would press a button on their backs and they'd come out with a snippet of a favourite tune. yeah! oh! i got the new single, it came this morning. i like all the songs, not the best they've ever come out with but i like them all the same. but i keep expecting them to come out with 'what did you do there? we got high' on ILMC, its very itchycoo park, non?, but with a jazz band. Struan said wank on national TV, the man has style ok, toodle-oo then take care Pez * Trivia - from the latin 'tri via', literally 'three roads'. a signpost was placed wherever three toads came together, on which was placed local gossip and information. pez's fact of the day is brought to you in conjunction with 'his headful of useless knowlege'. your home may be at risk if you do not keep up payments on any mortgage or other loan secured upon it. 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) _________________________________________________________________ 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: stronger than alcohol, more great than song, deep in whose reeds great elephants
by stacey dahling 01 Dec '01

01 Dec '01

Today I tried to subtly mold two impressionable youths into Belle and Sebastian fans. Its been two weeks since I started being an English-speaking play mate to two 8-year-old twins. Every time I got home, exhausted, and went into #sinister to bitch about the brats, someone would inevitably ask, So have you made them listen to Belle and Sebastian yet? Ha! I always remark. AS IF I bring a B&S CD with me and slide it into the family stereo. AS IF they would appreciate. AS IF. Well, today I happened to have my laptop with me and as I taught them how to play Snood I happened to put B&S on repeat on my media player jukebox. And I left it on the entire time. Ahhh. Sweet sounds. So when one throws a tanty and the other squeals with glee and throws balls off the ceiling, I have Stu telling me itll all be okay. Or making some sly reference I know they will never understand. Did it calm them down any? No, not really. But by the end, the girl was recognizing songs and humming a bit. And when the music stopped, the boy asked for more. Oh yes. I shall repeat this experiment. Today I also got yelled at by the mom. AGAIN. Last time she yelled at me it was because I had allowed the twins to run around inside the house; when she came in, things were in disarray. My lesson: the kids will inevitably run around the house, but clean up after them, dumbass. Or lure them outside. Outside = GOOD. Anyway. Yesterday, I got yelled at for letting them hide in closets during hide-and-seek. Um. Where else are they going to hide??? Hmm. Today.. what was it? Oh! I didnt eat enough. Or something. Something I forgot: yesterday, the mom stayed home and I desperately tried to think of something to keep the kids occupied and quiet in their room. I thought, wouldnt it be nice if they wrote little letters to my sister? Yes! They will write. They will think they have a penpal. It will be good. The girl wrote a nice message, something to the effect of: I love Stacey and I love you too. The boy scribbled away in earnest. Then I chased the girl out of the room into another room to make cutout snowflakes and an hour later the mother cries out for the boy (Vangelis) and marches in with the letter he had been writing my sister. Who is Sandy? she demanded. What is this? she said, waving the letter around. Er. My sister? They wrote to my sister? I stammered. Perhaps this sounds odd? Hmmm. I hadnt even read it. She did. You read Greek? she asks me. I lie and say no. So she reads it out loud to me, translating: Dear Sandy. I love you. You make my body hot. I want to have sex with you. Will you have sex with me? Love, Vangelis. Oh lordy. This is an EIGHT-YEAR-OLD. Needless to say, Vangelis was scolded. And my role? Um.. uncertain. Every day as I leave that house I wonder if I am going to be invited back. She fired the last girl because she couldnt control the kids. And I feel that although the kids love me in some inexplicable way shocking to all involved, she keeps giving me little tests and I keep failing them. Yesterday, for instance, me and Francesca get yelled at because we left a mess in Vangelis room. She tells us to go clean it up. Francesca refuses to go until she finishes a drawing. The mom insists. I stand there, willing Francesca to go with my eyes and thoughts. But she does not budge. So the mother looks at me and says, you tell her! I do, and of course she ignores me as well. Does this mean I have no control over them? Today I took a stand. I thought it would be fun to bring along my digital camera and laptop so the kids could take photos of each other and alter them on the computer and all that. It would be educational! Yes! And it would keep them quiet. Yes! Well, Vangelis really took a fancy to this camera and refused to give it back. It eventually ran out of film but he refused to believe he could take no more pictures. Eventually, there was a showdown in the garden. I won! I got the camera back. Then he tried to climb a wall to spy on the neighbors. I told him to come down. He did not listen (they do this innovative trick where they pretend they dont understand English at just such moments). So I made a face at Francesca and we ran away and hid in some bushes so that he would jump off the wall and come find us. It took awhile, but it worked. He started crying though, upset that we had abandoned him, and marched inside to call him mom and tell on us. I let him, figuring this would work to my advantage. He would cry, Mommy, Francesca and Stacey played hide-and-seek when I didnt want to and I didnt like it. And, well, I wanted to climb a wall and spy on the neighbors and play with her camera but she took it away and wouldnt let me and now she turned off the tv when I wouldnt talk to her. And the mom would think: good, the girls finally disciplining the brats. He whined, then Fracesca grabbed the phone and explained (shes got my back! Yay!) and the mom told her to run off and play with me and let Vangelis watch TV if thats what he wanted to do. FINE WITH ME. Yar. Oh, I get mixed signals. Like, shell yell at me, then she comes over and says she knows some other families who might like my services, am I open to referrals? Ha! Hell yeah. And she whispers, Their kids are better behaved than mine, at which point I grin. She says shed like to help me, that Im a good girl. That she moves in the right circles. Or something. Hmm. Go figure. So next weekend, I meet their friend Fanny, who I already met and who was wonderful and sweet and speaks much better English. And then I will become Fannys play mate as well. This is very exciting, because there is good money in this play mate business. Spending just 8 hours a week with the brats pays my rent. A few more hours a week with a sweet-natured girl should cover food and bills. And then theres any other kids I might pick up through her circle, and my actual career - writing - which occasionally brings in large sums of cash. That should cover fun things - like chocolate and cheese. Yes. Im set. Soon Ill be able to buy a walkman, so Ill have something to keep me occupied during the 4 hours a day I spend traveling to these rich suburbs. Mmmm hmm. I feel a bit ill. I think it was the greasy potatoes I attempted to make for lunch. The mom left out some chicken fillets and a vat of oil, ready to receive some raw potatoes. Now, I usually shallow fry my potatoes in a big skillet, with very little oil, and they become brown and crisp and not at all disgusting and oily. But these potatoes, sizzling away in the vat of oil, became mushy and gross. As a last-ditch effort to save them, I drained them and threw them in the chicken skillet, but they did not brown. No! And the kids looked at them in disgust and refused to eat them. So I was left with a big plate of mushy potatoes. And carrots. While they ate the chicken. And carrots. An hour later, I felt like I was going to vomit. Enough about the brats already. Is this all Im ever going to talk about now? Has my life dissolved into mindless chatter about what horrific or tantalizing things Francesca and Vangelis did today? Dear me. There was one other thing that happened this weekend. It was last night, after fleeing the brats and waiting 40 minutes for the bus, in the freezing night, with the other hired help in the neighborhood. Get this: I went - by myself - to a SHOW! Yes!!! It was only the second show Ive ever been to in Athens, which is quite telling of the music scene here. There was a time when I would be going to an average of 10 shows a month. Now - two shows in 7 months. Anyway, it was a random band, Tilsbury Cloves or something, in a teeny CD store - the only cool CD store in the city, actually. It was a 7 release gig. It was awkward. Did I mention the store is teeny? Very. And there were all sorts of hip and semi-hip kids there, a rare site for me actually, and they all seemed to know each other. Which makes sense, considering how tiny the scene must be here, with so few shows and so few fans of such bands. I felt awkward going alone as it was, but when entire groups of people stared and pointed at me, it made it that much worse. The band was actually quite okay. They had this semi-electronic/synthesizer thing going on, and the singer at times sounded very Field Mice. There were a few sad attempts to rock out electronically, but overall, not too bad. AND there were visuals. Slides projected, backwards, against a far wall. Going to shows is such a love-hate thing. There was a time when I was so sick of going, and would spend hours debating whether to get off the couch and walk 100 feet to see a friend of a friend play drums or sing or.. whatever. Many times, if the show involved any sort of drive, it was ruled out almost immediately. Whats the point of going to a small little club, pay a few dollars to stand uncomfortably in the back of the room and scan the same small crowd of faces I had memorized years ago? And the smoke and the bad beer and running into the crazy guy I always seemed to run into. Or getting annoyed at the little twerps who think they have discovered indie. All to hear a few songs I sort of liked, played live. But now I miss it. So much. I miss the cozy feeling of being in a small area with a group of people with whom I have this unspoken bond. It doesnt matter that I dont speak to half the people in the room, that I never have and never will. I know their faces, their names, their stories. I feel part of a scene. I know who every local musician is, what their day jobs are, and the incestual, instrumental, inter-band musical chair games. I see them on the street and I nod and smile. We acknowledge each other. We KNOW. We all know. So I stayed at the show. Even though I felt awkward. Even though the doors were kept open and my toes had turned into icicles. Even though my back was aching from chasing brats and standing too long. I stayed because I needed the people to memorize my face, to begin to recognize me in a crowd, to acknowledge me, to become part of a scene. And maybe eventually I will meet one of them. I have discovered a good cure for the blues. Its a song, by Loudon Wainwright III, called Pretty Good Day. It goes a little something like this: I slept through the night, I got through to the dawn. I flipped the switch and the light went on. I got out of bed and put some clothes on; it was a pretty good day so far. I turned on the tap, there was cold there was hot, I put on my coat to go to the shop. I stepped outside, I didnt get shot; it was a pretty good day so far. I didnt hear any sirens or explosions, no mortars coming in from those heavy guns, no UN tanks, I didnt see one; it was a pretty good day so far. No snipers in windows taking a peek, no people panicked running scared through the street. I didnt see anybody without arms, legs or feet; it was a pretty good day. There was plasma, bandages and electricity. Food, wood and water, the air was smoke free. No camera crews from ITV. It was all such a strange sight to behold. Nobody was fightened, wounded, hungry or cold. And the children seemed normal, they didnt look old; pretty good day so far. I walked through a park, you would not believe it. There, in the park, there were a few trees left. And on a few branches there were a few leaves. I slept through the night I got through to the dawn. I flipped the switch, the light went on. I wrote down my dream, I made it to song; its a pretty good day so far. Yes, perspective. Does me wonders. And oh.. Kingbury Manx is lovely too. Who knew? Mr. Howie did. Thanks, David. Any other suggestions, send em this way. Please. Thank you. Thassall, I promise. Be good! MWAH! ~dahling http://www.geocities.com/dahling007 _________________________________________________________________ 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: stronger than alcohol, more great than song, deep in whose reeds great elephants
by stacey dahling 01 Dec '01

01 Dec '01

Today I tried to subtly mold two impressionable youths into Belle and Sebastian fans. Its been two weeks since I started being an English-speaking play mate to two 8-year-old twins. Every time I got home, exhausted, and went into #sinister to bitch about the brats, someone would inevitably ask, So have you made them listen to Belle and Sebastian yet? Ha! I always remark. AS IF I bring a B&S CD with me and slide it into the family stereo. AS IF they would appreciate. AS IF. Well, today I happened to have my laptop with me and as I taught them how to play Snood I happened to put B&S on repeat on my media player jukebox. And I left it on the entire time. Ahhh. Sweet sounds. So when one throws a tanty and the other squeals with glee and throws balls off the ceiling, I have Stu telling me itll all be okay. Or making some sly reference I know they will never understand. Did it calm them down any? No, not really. But by the end, the girl was recognizing songs and humming a bit. And when the music stopped, the boy asked for more. Oh yes. I shall repeat this experiment. Today I also got yelled at by the mom. AGAIN. Last time she yelled at me it was because I had allowed the twins to run around inside the house; when she came in, things were in disarray. My lesson: the kids will inevitably run around the house, but clean up after them, dumbass. Or lure them outside. Outside = GOOD. Anyway. Yesterday, I got yelled at for letting them hide in closets during hide-and-seek. Um. Where else are they going to hide??? Hmm. Today.. what was it? Oh! I didnt eat enough. Or something. Something I forgot: yesterday, the mom stayed home and I desperately tried to think of something to keep the kids occupied and quiet in their room. I thought, wouldnt it be nice if they wrote little letters to my sister? Yes! They will write. They will think they have a penpal. It will be good. The girl wrote a nice message, something to the effect of: I love Stacey and I love you too. The boy scribbled away in earnest. Then I chased the girl out of the room into another room to make cutout snowflakes and an hour later the mother cries out for the boy (Vangelis) and marches in with the letter he had been writing my sister. Who is Sandy? she demanded. What is this? she said, waving the letter around. Er. My sister? They wrote to my sister? I stammered. Perhaps this sounds odd? Hmmm. I hadnt even read it. She did. You read Greek? she asks me. I lie and say no. So she reads it out loud to me, translating: Dear Sandy. I love you. You make my body hot. I want to have sex with you. Will you have sex with me? Love, Vangelis. Oh lordy. This is an EIGHT-YEAR-OLD. Needless to say, Vangelis was scolded. And my role? Um.. uncertain. Every day as I leave that house I wonder if I am going to be invited back. She fired the last girl because she couldnt control the kids. And I feel that although the kids love me in some inexplicable way shocking to all involved, she keeps giving me little tests and I keep failing them. Yesterday, for instance, me and Francesca get yelled at because we left a mess in Vangelis room. She tells us to go clean it up. Francesca refuses to go until she finishes a drawing. The mom insists. I stand there, willing Francesca to go with my eyes and thoughts. But she does not budge. So the mother looks at me and says, you tell her! I do, and of course she ignores me as well. Does this mean I have no control over them? Today I took a stand. I thought it would be fun to bring along my digital camera and laptop so the kids could take photos of each other and alter them on the computer and all that. It would be educational! Yes! And it would keep them quiet. Yes! Well, Vangelis really took a fancy to this camera and refused to give it back. It eventually ran out of film but he refused to believe he could take no more pictures. Eventually, there was a showdown in the garden. I won! I got the camera back. Then he tried to climb a wall to spy on the neighbors. I told him to come down. He did not listen (they do this innovative trick where they pretend they dont understand English at just such moments). So I made a face at Francesca and we ran away and hid in some bushes so that he would jump off the wall and come find us. It took awhile, but it worked. He started crying though, upset that we had abandoned him, and marched inside to call him mom and tell on us. I let him, figuring this would work to my advantage. He would cry, Mommy, Francesca and Stacey played hide-and-seek when I didnt want to and I didnt like it. And, well, I wanted to climb a wall and spy on the neighbors and play with her camera but she took it away and wouldnt let me and now she turned off the tv when I wouldnt talk to her. And the mom would think: good, the girls finally disciplining the brats. He whined, then Fracesca grabbed the phone and explained (shes got my back! Yay!) and the mom told her to run off and play with me and let Vangelis watch TV if thats what he wanted to do. FINE WITH ME. Yar. Oh, I get mixed signals. Like, shell yell at me, then she comes over and says she knows some other families who might like my services, am I open to referrals? Ha! Hell yeah. And she whispers, Their kids are better behaved than mine, at which point I grin. She says shed like to help me, that Im a good girl. That she moves in the right circles. Or something. Hmm. Go figure. So next weekend, I meet their friend Fanny, who I already met and who was wonderful and sweet and speaks much better English. And then I will become Fannys play mate as well. This is very exciting, because there is good money in this play mate business. Spending just 8 hours a week with the brats pays my rent. A few more hours a week with a sweet-natured girl should cover food and bills. And then theres any other kids I might pick up through her circle, and my actual career - writing - which occasionally brings in large sums of cash. That should cover fun things - like chocolate and cheese. Yes. Im set. Soon Ill be able to buy a walkman, so Ill have something to keep me occupied during the 4 hours a day I spend traveling to these rich suburbs. Mmmm hmm. I feel a bit ill. I think it was the greasy potatoes I attempted to make for lunch. The mom left out some chicken fillets and a vat of oil, ready to receive some raw potatoes. Now, I usually shallow fry my potatoes in a big skillet, with very little oil, and they become brown and crisp and not at all disgusting and oily. But these potatoes, sizzling away in the vat of oil, became mushy and gross. As a last-ditch effort to save them, I drained them and threw them in the chicken skillet, but they did not brown. No! And the kids looked at them in disgust and refused to eat them. So I was left with a big plate of mushy potatoes. And carrots. While they ate the chicken. And carrots. An hour later, I felt like I was going to vomit. Enough about the brats already. Is this all Im ever going to talk about now? Has my life dissolved into mindless chatter about what horrific or tantalizing things Francesca and Vangelis did today? Dear me. There was one other thing that happened this weekend. It was last night, after fleeing the brats and waiting 40 minutes for the bus, in the freezing night, with the other hired help in the neighborhood. Get this: I went - by myself - to a SHOW! Yes!!! It was only the second show Ive ever been to in Athens, which is quite telling of the music scene here. There was a time when I would be going to an average of 10 shows a month. Now - two shows in 7 months. Anyway, it was a random band, Tilsbury Cloves or something, in a teeny CD store - the only cool CD store in the city, actually. It was a 7 release gig. It was awkward. Did I mention the store is teeny? Very. And there were all sorts of hip and semi-hip kids there, a rare site for me actually, and they all seemed to know each other. Which makes sense, considering how tiny the scene must be here, with so few shows and so few fans of such bands. I felt awkward going alone as it was, but when entire groups of people stared and pointed at me, it made it that much worse. The band was actually quite okay. They had this semi-electronic/synthesizer thing going on, and the singer at times sounded very Field Mice. There were a few sad attempts to rock out electronically, but overall, not too bad. AND there were visuals. Slides projected, backwards, against a far wall. Going to shows is such a love-hate thing. There was a time when I was so sick of going, and would spend hours debating whether to get off the couch and walk 100 feet to see a friend of a friend play drums or sing or.. whatever. Many times, if the show involved any sort of drive, it was ruled out almost immediately. Whats the point of going to a small little club, pay a few dollars to stand uncomfortably in the back of the room and scan the same small crowd of faces I had memorized years ago? And the smoke and the bad beer and running into the crazy guy I always seemed to run into. Or getting annoyed at the little twerps who think they have discovered indie. All to hear a few songs I sort of liked, played live. But now I miss it. So much. I miss the cozy feeling of being in a small area with a group of people with whom I have this unspoken bond. It doesnt matter that I dont speak to half the people in the room, that I never have and never will. I know their faces, their names, their stories. I feel part of a scene. I know who every local musician is, what their day jobs are, and the incestual, instrumental, inter-band musical chair games. I see them on the street and I nod and smile. We acknowledge each other. We KNOW. We all know. So I stayed at the show. Even though I felt awkward. Even though the doors were kept open and my toes had turned into icicles. Even though my back was aching from chasing brats and standing too long. I stayed because I needed the people to memorize my face, to begin to recognize me in a crowd, to acknowledge me, to become part of a scene. And maybe eventually I will meet one of them. I have discovered a good cure for the blues. Its a song, by Loudon Wainwright III, called Pretty Good Day. It goes a little something like this: I slept through the night, I got through to the dawn. I flipped the switch and the light went on. I got out of bed and put some clothes on; it was a pretty good day so far. I turned on the tap, there was cold there was hot, I put on my coat to go to the shop. I stepped outside, I didnt get shot; it was a pretty good day so far. I didnt hear any sirens or explosions, no mortars coming in from those heavy guns, no UN tanks, I didnt see one; it was a pretty good day so far. No snipers in windows taking a peek, no people panicked running scared through the street. I didnt see anybody without arms, legs or feet; it was a pretty good day. There was plasma, bandages and electricity. Food, wood and water, the air was smoke free. No camera crews from ITV. It was all such a strange sight to behold. Nobody was fightened, wounded, hungry or cold. And the children seemed normal, they didnt look old; pretty good day so far. I walked through a park, you would not believe it. There, in the park, there were a few trees left. And on a few branches there were a few leaves. I slept through the night I got through to the dawn. I flipped the switch, the light went on. I wrote down my dream, I made it to song; its a pretty good day so far. Yes, perspective. Does me wonders. And oh.. Kingbury Manx is lovely too. Who knew? Mr. Howie did. Thanks, David. Any other suggestions, send em this way. Please. Thank you. Thassall, I promise. Be good! MWAH! ~dahling http://www.geocities.com/dahling007 _________________________________________________________________ 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: the magic of a drunk word
by Archel Playforth 01 Dec '01

01 Dec '01

have just been out for tapas and alcohol (mainly alcohol) with - god help me - work colleagues, so please excuse any typos in the following text. i just watched jools holland, who is an annoying twat, not doubt about it. 'welcome. tolater. with. MEJOOLS. holland. now, belleand SEBASTIAN with. THE magic of. A. KIND. word. still, you can't deny his eclecticism. endearing energy from feeder, proper blues with a modern twist from boz scaggs (is that any sort of name?). wrinkly pop from tom jones. crap covers from the lighthouse family (who all have either too much or too little hair). etc. the lowest point was the awful mutual back-slapping between tom and jools. on the other hand, there was undeniably boogie. and woogie. magic of a kind word was underwhelming as an opener. isobel looked as bored as ever. but IWUTU was great, and struan's white t-shirt (arms of sex) could hardly fail to please the girlies, though he did look strained. perhaps it was that fake schoolboy enunciation taking its toll. b&s finished with TBWTAS complete with struan on paino, which was a nice surprise - plus isobel not only smiled, but also donned a sombrero and played the recorder. which is not to be sniffed at. today i also read that independent interview. stuart comes across as a bit whiny, unfortunately. not happy with mike hurst's work on IWUTU, felt that todd solonz didn't make full use of their contribution to storytelling, etc. he also nearly had a nervous breakdown while recording 'fold your hands...' on the other hand he thinks the band are performing better live now than ever before. afficionados who say that this wouldn't be hard are simply uncharitable... for the full interview, which was interesting despite factual errors, go to: http://www.independent.co.uk/story.jsp?story=107508 blimey, i stink of garlic. riocha and tortilla and calimari are beginning to take their toll... luv archel xxx *************************************** archel(a)iname.com For the best in new writing on the web, visit www.buzzwords.org.uk Contact us on buzzwords(a)bigfoot.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: Strange mailing from Stu D
by kerry 01 Dec '01

01 Dec '01

Hullo sinister, long time no write. anyway, just wanted to know if any of you got a bizarre email from Stuart David today containing something that i think is supposed to be an mp3, but it's not got the right file type/creator listings to be one. No subject, no text, just this bizarre email from a treehouse.clara.net address. i won't post the whole addy, since i think that might be rude if it really is stu's address. needless to say, it made me feel special, even if i can't appreciate it. so i was wondering if anybody else got it. on different notes, i'm planning on attending la sinsietr meet-up in chicago tomorrow, but since a few of you have posted saying you won't be able to make it (c'mon jason, a bus ticket up from chambana can't be *that* expensive. ;) ), i'm slightly worried it's just going to be me and james gilmer standing in the entrance to the art institute looking sad. as for christmas jeers, i'm not really paying much attention. tho i have decorated my office with dozens of paper snowflakes i cut out of printer paper and aluminum foil hanging from the ceiling. i tried to put up lights, but then this maintenance guy walked in and said we couldn't have them or we'd be written up. dang. it's not that i'm a big fan of christmas cheer, tho i do enjoy the lights. but i hate all the perfume and electric razor ads. but there are plenty more ads i dislike even more, so i guess it's all relative. the aforementioned james gilmer posted earlier about losing an old girlfriend to her own hand, and it reminded me of a similar situation i found myself in a couple years ago. i'm not going to go into the details, but it's nice to know someone else out there has lost someone that way, and found out months later to boot. my condolences go out. tho i can just give them tomorrow, i suppose. still haven't bought the new EP, but chalk that up to laziness and a desire not to lose my parking space. when i get a reserved space behind the building, tho, there'll be no stopping me. i'll shop my little tushie off. ;) so, i've had to save your posts about the single to read after i hear it, i don't want to influence myself before my first listen. i'm also still a little sad (okay, a lot sad) that b&s didn't grace us with their presence here in the plains on this last tour. shucks. my sister got to see them in santa barbara, tho, so i suppose i'll just live vicariously through her. i saw them 3 years ago in boston, sad to say the memory's faded, though. okay, i've rambled on enough. looking forward to seeing (and meeting) some of you tomorrow. -kerry -- "red usually means caution. or beef if it's a bullion cube." -"toys" +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: a queer one from the start
by amy.longcore＠ch.novartis.com 01 Dec '01

01 Dec '01

Hello. another friday night on the job. good thing it's not too demanding. what i'm doing besides work to kill the time: 1) wrapping big boxes in lovely foiled christmas paper to set out for my local toys for tots campaign 2) listening to an electrician tell me that if i never get married or have children, he'll keep me supplied in batteries (ha!). he's having a rough time with his daughter. a little too rough, he won't stop pacing. he's advising me to stay "aunt amy" to my friends children and never put myself through the agony of being a parent. 3) trying to figure out who in their right mind would send me a crush! goodness! lil' ol' me??? if someone doesn't fess up, i'm going to crush on all of you! 4) listening to tigermilk 5) drinking copious amounts of coffee 6) taking phone calls from girlfriends about our night out planned for saturday (sorry chicago) 7) calling around to see if i can get better prices on faucets and such for my bathroom. i paid $150.00 today for some new bathtub water works 'cuz, well, it's too long too explain. a repairman is coming by saturday (another reason i couldn't go to chicago) to cure my plumbing ills and it's all just getting so costly. but, it will help save in the long run too. my water bill is trippled and my gas bill, you don't even want to know.... 'cuz i'm wasting so much hot water right now. 8) mailing sinister! wow! it's really bad when you email people about your plumbing. maybe i should go back to this book about the taliban i picked up the other day..... a "liberal reader" the woman at the hallmark store called me as i purchased said item. ha. or, i could write a pocket novel about the state that i am in, 'cuz it's an interesting one. i don't feel "christmas-y" yet. there's no snow. so, it's just not happening. i like lists. today, as i left a hardware store, i saw a group of about 60 school kids dressed up all goofy and touting instruments. i imagine it was the local jr. and high school kids making some christmas-y rounds. they followed me out of the parking lot for a moment. 60 kids in stripes, leopard prints, clashing argiles and clown suits banging away on their drums and such, following the super tempo. i wish they would follow me around all the time, during the day that is. would make the odd trip out for milk a bit more .... of an event. belle and sebastian song of the day: "she's losing it" amy knows a tub that's been abused it changed her financially and put her in a mood she's always redoing her pilot light she freaks out about it every night sometimes goes elsewhere to shower her back she's using loofas and sponges and rags she wishes someone would help her out 'cuz her wallet's got a lot to be mad about and just after the first tooth brush she knows she's losing it, oh yeah, she's losing it when the first stream of water takes a rusty dump she knows she's losing it oh yeah she's losing it amy met andy, a plumber who's keenly new he didn't charge too much and took away her blues until he showed her another bill and she tossed a few amy was the girl who's unlucky too her pocketbook is broken and kisses are few she says, "cent for cent and pound for pound who needs a plumber when I'M AROUND?" and with the first dew of morning she knows she's losing it, oh yeah, she's losing it when the millionth stream of water costs her a whole bunch she knows she's losing it, oh yeah, she's losing it when she shuts off the hot water just to save a buck she knows she's losing it, oh yeah, she's losing it adlib to fade, la dee da. and ta ta and hello and goodbye and love to all, amy +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Final Reminder: Sinister meet-up-Tomorrow/Chicago
by JAMES GILMER 01 Dec '01

01 Dec '01

One last time with feeling: When: Tomorrow (Saturday, December 1st)at 3:00 PM What: Sinister Meet-up Where: Chicago Art Museum lobby next to gift shop Who: All the cool kids Why: Why not? How: By any means necessary Look for the short spikey-haired git in the wool coat and black glasses standing by the gift shop doors. That is all ye know, and all ye need know. (however, if it isn't all ye need know, drop me a line and I'll try to sort it out) Jim _________________________________________________________________ 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: laterz with joolz holland
by Paul Arathoon 01 Dec '01

01 Dec '01

he's got webbed feet that Jools Holland y'know. So does Rachel from Sclub 7 apparantly. But what Jools has is B&S on his TV show, something Rachel has yet to manage. And he has Isobel in a very nifty denimy outfit with what looks like a natty tigerskin (fake of course kids) hat, Stu in a nice black jumper for Magic of a kind Word followed by quick costume change (taking off jumper) to reveal a white tshirt for I'm waking up to us. He dances a bit during MOFAKW but looks arkward in front of the cameras. ahhh bless. During IWUTU Stu does what I think is a cross between Bowie and Lydon but minus the arrogance and huge coke habit. And IWUTU still sounds like Love which is of course A Good Thing. His hair looks nice. His mum probably thinks it needs a cut. and now they are playing a jaunty Boy With the Arab Strap and the whole crowd are clapping along. and just out of picture i am sure that the Lighthouse Family, Feeder and Tom Jones (not a vintage edition of Later really) are bopping along like their lives depended upon it. That might be mere hearsay. B&S also win "most members on stage" competition fending off a late run by the Lighthouse Family backing singers. and he's looking down at the piano and the words are fading out..wanking waitress with cools sets in london and its fading out and fading out and this post has got to end with a wild round of applause right about.... now. _________________________________________________________________ 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: PYC, pretty young chu
by juju 01 Dec '01

01 Dec '01

halo sinisters and breather-ins. when i see kenneth p y chu in my mailbox, i think of "pyc" by michael jackson. i remember listening to the record at my piano teacher's house while she was away at the grocery.. loving it so much. when she'd come back, i'd of course be in trouble for not practicing, but when you're in 4th grade and you're left alone with the choice of scales & arpeggios or playing LPs on a fancy stereo at your teacher's house, what are you gonna do? also, when i think of michael jackson, i think of germans. and the time when my german friend's little sister and brother would taunt me by slipping notes under the bathroom door (the only place i could seek solace from their torment) that said things like "du bist tot." and i would wonder if they were only writing me notes using simple words i knew to be polite, or if they really wanted me dead... and then sometimes i think about the time belle & sebastian did a cover of "billie jean" and i almost fainted with joy. it was sooooo grate that i cried, ever so happily bouncing in my seat. i was happy enough to almost jump over the railing to my death, for what could be a happier ending.. but then i would have landed on top of my ex-boyfriend who was bobbing his head to the tune as if it was the coolest thing ever, when he had teased me previously for covering the same song in my own band. but then he was a jerk anyway, and it took some time for me to wake up to us. (note to sinister: never date a man ten years older than you unless you love absolutely every detail about him, cos guess what: he'll never change! arg.) and i must take sides with rachel fruitloop about being [some age older than 25], looking like you're still a young lassie, and looking forward to middle age.. i think i've had enough mid-life crises already that by the time i get there, i will rejoice at knowing i'm half done! oh, and rachel, i am ever so glad *he* is coming to see you! i am no nay-sayer on that account! i suppose that is enough of a post from me today. i am a bit off-kilter, as i've stayed home from work for no reason other than to give myself a mullet. yes, that's what i said. i think the feminie touch to a choppy little mullet is just what this cat needs to feel a change. i've wanted to do it since summer, but haven't had more than 2 minutes to stand in front of the mirror with scissors. so i did it. and than i took one of those showers that when you're done, you think "am i done already!?" and spin around a few more times trying to find something to do in there. i read it in a magazine: "argyle is the new black." do you think they're waking up to us? juju __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Buy the perfect holiday gifts at Yahoo! Shopping. http://shopping.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: Stuart Murdoch interview
by idleberry 30 Nov '01

30 Nov '01

for anyone who couldn't get a copy, its on the web... cheers, idles *************************************************** Belle and Sebastian: Scots of the arch antics Forget Travis: Belle and Sebastian are your real sensitive indie band - they just aren't quite as famous. As Stuart Murdoch tells Fiona Sturges, it wasn't all about the limelight 30 November 2001 When Belle and Sebastian released their first album, Tigermilk, in 1996, Travis were still trawling London's toilet venues, Coldplay were at university and Starsailor didn't exist. Since then, sad, sensitive bands have become hard to avoid. Yet Belle and Sebastian, who are probably the saddest and most sensitive of them all, have yet to reach the dizzying commercial heights of their peers. I meet Stuart Murdoch, the band's singer and chief songwriter, fresh off the plane from Japan, where they've been on tour. When I say "fresh", I mean just that. Tidily dressed in a black polo neck, he looks unfeasibly alert. He's full of stories from Japan � about how he stood in the street during an earth tremor, watching people go about their business as if nothing was happening, and how, with true Japanese hospitality, the band were treated like kings. He's a serious-minded and circumspect individual � he doesn't laugh much � but he's still good company. When I ask if he feels Belle and Sebastian have anything in common with Travis and Coldplay, he replies: "Well, we all have a crack at a tune." He pauses for a while, then continues: "I feel very lucky; I'm quite happy with my group. In fact right at this minute I've never been happier and I think we'll give them all a run for their money now. We'll give anybody a run for their money with the way we're playing." You have to admire his optimism. The fact is that Belle and Sebastian have always been better, avoiding the empty emoting and formal rock structures of Travis in favour of a more subtle and pastoral sound. Songs such as "Fox in the Snow" and "The Boy with the Arab Strap" set flutes and shimmering strings alongside Murdoch's fragile vocals and splashes of acoustic guitar. The band, who come from Glasgow, have eight members, none of whom is called Belle or Sebastian. When they go on tour, the numbers can reach 13 with the extra fiddlers and flautists. Murdoch is brimming with confidence about their live performances: "Playing live's been a bit of a pain in the past. I know we've sounded awful. But we're very organised now. We're learning all the time, but it's going like a dream." Still, it seems the recording process hasn't become any easier. Murdoch says he came "close to a nervous breakdown" last year while trying to finish their fourth album, Fold Your Hands Child, You Walk Like a Peasant. The recording of their latest single, "I'm Waking up to Us" � a fabulously embittered song about a dissolving relationship � didn't exactly go off without a hitch either. They hired Mike Hurst, whose previous credits include Petula Clark and Cat Stevens, as producer. "He's a great guy but he didn't deliver the finished product," Murdoch explains. "We had to work very hard afterwards to polish it up. We really need a catalyst, someone who can harness the creative chaos of the group. I suppose we're dreaming of a George Martin figure, but it's not going to happen." If Belle and Sebastian were ever to reach the levels of fame that Travis have achieved, you wonder whether they would cope. In their early days, the band were pathologically publicity-shy. For a long time they wouldn't have their photographs taken, going so far as to stick pictures of their friends on their albums' sleeves, instead of their own. Murdoch avoided giving interviews, leaving the talking to other members of the band. "We didn't quite push away the limelight, as that suggests we weren't looking for it in the first place," he states. "But we weren't interested in that side of things either. There were other things to be getting on with. The band was developing, and for a lot of the time we were in a real mess." Does he feel like an outsider? "Yes � but then it's very easy to be on the outside where British music is concerned. If you're just yourself and you don't bow to the demands of the press and the music industry, then you're bound to be seen as an outsider." They're certainly a hard-working lot. They've made four albums in five years, as well as a handful of EPs, and there are any number of Belle and Sebastian side-projects � the Gentle Waves, Snow Patrol and V-Twin, to name just a few. The band were also the brains behind the Bowlie Weekender, the springtime festival held at Pontin's Holiday Camp in Camber Sands, which later spawned All Tomorrow's Parties. More recently, there's their somewhat controversial contribution to Todd Solondz's latest film, Storytelling. At the mention of Solondz, Murdoch becomes visibly irritated. "To tell you the truth, it almost isn't worth it, what we did. We had lots of ideas, and Todd used very little at the end. I know he was having a really hard time finishing the film, but it was very disappointing for us. I'd really think hard about getting involved in something like that again." Murdoch's musical aspirations arrived late in life. Whereas most musicians spend their adolescence listening to John Peel in their bedrooms, Murdoch preferred being outdoors and, for a while, harboured dreams of being a runner. In the end, he says, he just wasn't good enough. After school, he tried a variety of jobs: as a caretaker, a farm-hand and � this one's hard to imagine � a barman at Butlins. He didn't even start writing songs until he was 23. Murdoch and Stuart David, the band's bass-player, met on a youth opportunity scheme. "It was something the Tories cooked up to get you off the unemployed list," recalls Murdoch. "We were learning to be musical engineers or something like that." The pair then moved on to do a media business course at Glasgow's Stow college, set up by the part-time producer Alan Rankine. Every year he helped a group of students to make a record, usually a single, and put it out on the college label, Electric Honey. On recognising Murdoch and David's talent, he made an exception and allowed them to make a whole album. "We had to do it quickly," Murdoch remembers. "In three months we had to get a full band together and make a proper record. We ended up recording it in just a few days. Obviously, we had luck on our side." That record was Tigermilk. A thousand copies were released at the time � original copies now change hands for up to �400 � though, two years ago, because of popular demand, the record was re-released. It was with "3.. 6.. 9.. Seconds of Light", the third in a trio of EPs released in 1997, that Belle and Sebastian finally troubled the charts, albeit at No 31. Greater success came with their 1998 album The Boy with the Arab Strap, which reached No 12. Just last year they played on Top of the Pops and performed a show at the Albert Hall. Those are landmark events in the lives of most bands, although Murdoch, as usual, is underwhelmed. Then, of course, there was the notorious Brit award. Belle and Sebastian bagged the best newcomer prize in 1998, to the outrage of the other nominees. Rumour has it that Pete Waterman, the man behind Steps, called for a re-count. "I didn't pay much attention," says Murdoch. "I certainly didn't know what a big deal it was until after we had got it. But I remember, we were recording in the studio the day after. All these television crews were coming in and out � the BBC, ITV, the lot. After we'd finished in the studio we bought a newspaper. Suddenly we were front-page news in the tabloids � one of them said "Scots Band Cheat At Brits" or something like that. At first we were really angry but later we saw the funny side." Then he adds, with a sly smile: "Let's face it, it's probably the first and last time we'll ever be on the front page of a newspaper." 'I'm Waking up to Us' is out now on Jeepster. Belle and Sebastian appear tonight on 'Later... with Jools Holland' at 11.35pm (BBC 2). The band play Queen Margaret Union, Glasgow University, on 20 December and Mandela Hall, Belfast, on 21 December http://enjoyment.independent.co.uk/music/interviews/story.jsp?story=107508 ===== 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!? Yahoo! GeoCities - quick and easy web site hosting, just $8.95/month. http://geocities.yahoo.com/ps/info1 +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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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