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RE: Sinister: At this rate I'll need a dog on wheels...
by Mark Sweeney 28 Nov '01

28 Nov '01

Hi Trish, Well I'm in the same boat with me tickets obviously - may leave on Thursday morning and walk to Belfast! Not too keen on having to stay over really... Meeting up before sounds like one of the better ideas I've heard this week; was having visions of muteness all the way to Belfast and back! Now let's all get ourselves on that bus (Boats? Buses? What is this, a travelogue?!! Bye, Mark >From: trish delish <brazilp(a)tcd.ie> >To: "Mark Sweeney" <dick_tatorial(a)hotmail.com> >Subject: RE: Sinister: At this rate I'll need a dog on wheels... >Date: Mon, 26 Nov 2001 21:57:02 +0000 > >Hi Mark > >not sure if you've seen this on sinister already, but just thought i'd let >you >know...the bus tix are onsale from ticketmaster outlets, you can only get >on >the bus if you buy one of their combined tickets...which i don't have. i'm >a >little sick, since i already got my tix for belfast online, (that'll learn >me >to be so smart!) and according to the website you can only get the bus tix >included with the concert, so i've mailed katrina house asking if there's >any >way for us to get on that bus! > >us being me and five mates, totally looking forward to it! i definitely >think >we should do a pre-bus meet up, after all it will be christmas, and >everyone's >bound to be in cracking form...i know it's a little early, but have you any >ideas of a nice place to arrange a meet up? somewhere not too skanky, >preferably > >anyway, welcome to sinister, see you in belfast if not before! >trish delish > > _________________________________________________________________ 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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Re: Sinister: At this rate I'll need a dog on wheels...
by Mark Sweeney 28 Nov '01

28 Nov '01

Hello, Just wanting to say a big thanks to Grainne for clearing some of the murky water surrounding the bus (eh?). First time I've been online since Sunday, so I haven't even been to the site yet. I've already bought gig tickets; will I now have to part with money for another pair, or can I book the bus seperately? Ooh, the suspense! Watch this space... By the way, HMV aren't "doing" Ticketmaster anymore - try the landing of the Jervis Centre if you're in Dublin! Bye, and thanks again, Mark >From: "Grainne Lynch" <g.lynch(a)lycos.com> >Reply-To: g.lynch(a)lycos.com >To: "Mark Sweeney" <dick_tatorial(a)hotmail.com> >Subject: Re: Sinister: At this rate I'll need a dog on wheels... >Date: Mon, 26 Nov 2001 03:07:13 -0800 > >Hello, >I don't know if someone has already enlightened you, but I checked the >web-site this morning and there's stuff about the bus to Belfast - 147 >tickets with coach transport are available, they are about IR£36. There's >nothing on ticketmaster.ie and I haven't been into HMV or anything, yet. >And I don't know if I will be doing that this week because I'm a bit poor, >but I will be getting the bus, if I get a ticket before they're gone. >Perhaps I'll see you there, >Grainne. >-- > >On Sun, 25 Nov 2001 16:28:24 > Mark Sweeney wrote: > >Greetings to all and sundry, and sorry to be so abrupt in my first ever > >post, but does ANYBODY know ANYTHING about that alleged bus from Dublin >to > >the Belfast gig? It's beginning to feel frighteningly Kafkaesque, all >these > >blank expressions at every turn. Enlighten me somebody, please, and >convince > >me that my sanity hasn't gone irretrieveably west. Oh, and I'll buy you a > >cake in Mandela Hall. Cheery bye for 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 >+-+ > >+------------------------------ _________________________________________________________________ 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: oh i die horatio!
by Bdh52983＠cs.com 28 Nov '01

28 Nov '01

Well Wednesday (affectionatly known in these parts as "hump day") has somewhat passed and thank God for that anyway. Every day keeps on getting more and more boring it's ridiculous. In Choir today this Freshman Girl stole me class ring and wouldn't give it back unless I knew the "password". I proceeded to go through a long and extremely amusing list of possible passwords, none of which met with approval. You know, I bet there really was no password after all. She did give it back by the way after I offered to send her a $316.94 bill. Hey it's 10k gold and my mum said it was "important" Hot Topic had another Morrissey shirt but ALL SMALLS AGAIN oh dear. I must inquire why anything that comes in Smiths and Morrissey must be made for seventh graders. Oh well I think I just answered my own question there. Are my posts pointless. I've got the facts and I'm voting yes. toodles bri +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Pheasant in the snow
by robin stout 28 Nov '01

28 Nov '01

Hey kids Oooh, it's cold today isn't it? Luckily I've been saving on my central heating bills because I've been *dancing* to I'm Waking Up To Us. I think it's ace! I'm really starting to like the way Belle and Sebastian have gone slightly bonkers recently. "Miller" said >What do we think of the NEW RECORD? I'm a bit disappointed, but I >don't know why. I think it's GRATE, but as CHRISSIE HYNDE would >say, "something is gained, something is lost". Then he said something filthy. I think Peter must have bought the edition with the gatefold sleeve to see that much of the doggie and all it's "glory". The doggie on mine was just wearing a red jacket, har har! I think the record sounds a lot more professional, and that's a double edged sword I suppose. Now that Stuart's a celebrity I see that he hires his dogs from Dave "Creature Features" Stewart's professional pooches. There was a time when he'd have gone along to Madame Bow-Wows like the rest of us. I like the song a lot, though, especially the dangerous bassoon. Oooh, it's chilly, I think I'll wear my hat. When I was a member of our local nature club we went out for a walk one day in weather like this. There was frost on the ground and on the leaves it looked as soft as fur but bit your fingers if you touched it. We were told a story about a pheasant who had been out too long in the cold so its tail fell off. They showed us the tail as a grim reminder so that we'd remember to use our "Pheasant Sense" if we ever saw one caught in the cold. I felt like that poor pheasant yesterday when I walked home. The wind was so cold I thought my legs were going to fall off. They didn't, thankfully, because my bus came in time, but I think I'll have to buy some long johns. I wonder if Stuart David plays on Marx and Engels or if it's a different version. I wonder what's happened to Lord Anthony too. I like it when Struan gets all angry and revolutionary, trying to subvert the state with his unconventional song structures. Don't you? Brr! Robin x ps: "breams" - cheer up, you daft bugger! pps: Patrick - do your homework! _________________________________________________________________ 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: You made me smile again; in fact, I may be sore from it, its been awhile.
by stacey dahling 28 Nov '01

28 Nov '01

Hello kiddies.. Gosh last post I was so cryptic and weird and miserable sounding. Well, Im not, anymore. And I wasnt, even then, for long. I think it was partly the book I was reading (of human bondage, w. somerset maughan, depressing but good for thinking) and the pills I had stopped taking (because they were pulled from the shelves, being DANGEROUS and all that.. hmm). Well, the book is finished and the pills have been replaced after a dreadful day combing the city streets, ready to collapse. And all is well in Athens. Well, in my little bit of it. Ive started reading A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius by Dave Eggers and it is SO fantastic! Really, truly. I was hesitant to read it because I had heard he was a bit um.. egotistical. But awww. Its so lovely! I made the mistake of reading it often while on public transport. No one in Athens reads on buses or trains or anything and I get the strangest looks as I smile and bite my finger to stop myself from giggling insanely. The book makes me do that a great deal, see. Read it. Speaking of buses (as we often are..are we obsessed?) I got on an empty bus at the abandoned airport the other day and the bus driver took an odd route that ended up going three stops toward the sea, turning around, returning to the airport, racing through the empty parking lots at top speed, swerving in and out of traffic islands, then continuing on to Athens as if nothing odd had happened, pretending not to see the old men waving at him at bus stops to slow down, coming to screeching halts to let them on, then having big fights with them while almost driving headlong into telephone poles. Hmm. Also, I just discovered Ron Sexsmith. Has everyone heard of this guy and decided not to tell me? Hes so lovely!!! I especially like the song words we never use. And today, while searching the internet to find out what he looks like, I discovered hes touring at this very moment and will be in many cities near you European folk very soon! If not today! For instance, hell be in Edinburgh tonight, Aberdeen tomorrow, Glasgow the 1st, then Manchester, Leeds, Cardiff, Bristol, London, Paris, Brighton and Vienna. No Athens, tho. Figures. Go here for specifics: http://www.ronsexsmith.com/tour.html and check him out. I wrote to Aden recently, because I was bored, and asked them when they would be coming to Athens. Hahaha, I said. Just kidding. But really now. Why doesnt anyone ever come here? Hmm. Well, jeff, the lovely lead singer, did write a lovely note back. And now were pen pals. Well, not really. He hasnt written again since. But I like to pretend. Maybe Ill write emails to loads of random small indie bands and make pen pal friends. Cause I dont have enough indie lovely pen pal friends Ill never meet, right? Blech. Other than that, I realized Im still spending too much time on #sinister. Everyday I check the stats and Im getting higher and higher on the ranking of who has said the most lines (ie: who spends way too much time in here, poor loser with no social life). But the stats page is highly amusing nonetheless, with random quotes taken out of context that are often astounding and insulting and silly, yet somehow seem to accurately capture each person. And it has fascinating facts like who smiles the most or least, who yells, who is aggressive (moi?? Weird..). Much fun. Heres the link: http://honey.crockery.org/auntwendy/stats.html Okay, story time. (warning: this will be long. I dont wanna hear it. Skip if you like.) Did I ever tell you about the Finnish lesbian who tracked us down and invited us over for drinks? And how we went? No? Well, its a bit odd. But such things seem to happen so often to us that they are normal now. Which is perhaps more frightening. So this Finnish woman, her name is Anna, has a sister in Amherst, Mass., where I went to school and one town over from where Coral and I used to live, prior to up and moving to Greece like the nutters we are. We wrote a silly story documenting the move for a magazine that gets inserted into the local newspaper over there, where we used to work. So this sister reads this article and calls Anna, the Finn, telling her all about us and how she simply MUST track us down because we obviously have so much in common. What could that possibly be? Well, Anna happens to be quite young - 28 - and studying journalism and made a similar radical move, and actually lives at the other end of the brothel street. AND it should be mentioned here that our town in America, Northampton, is predominantly populated by lesbians so she makes a few assumption in that direction as well. Mmmm. So she called our employer here and leaves a message and we call her and agree - are we crazy? - to go to her house for drinks. We get there and Coral is ecstatic because 1) Anna has three cats to pet and Coral misses her cat, and 2) Anna is obviously a militant lesbian and Coral, who spent 4 years at Smith College where no one graduates without sleeping with a girl, misses hanging out with lesbians almost as much as petting cats. Coral promptly gets smashed on wine and talks about sex, a favorite topic of hers, while I keep escaping to the bathroom in sneezing fits because I have apparently somehow developed an allergy to cats since moving here 6 months ago. Odd. I finally manage to pull Coral away at 2 a.m. and we walk down the brothel street, now teeming with activity, and I have to hold Coral back with all my might to prevent her from entering a few strip clubs. Sigh. The other night we invited Anna over for dinner, along with Corals boyfriend, Peter, who she has been planning to break up with for a week now. I think the sight of Peter was a bit of a shock for Anna, who undoubtedly assumed Coral and I were a couple. Mmm hmmm. Her attention was focused largely on me all night and I was feeling a bit uncomfortable. And tired because of the previous nights events, which I will get to in a bit. Anyway, she makes me drink lots (hmmm) and then we all settle down and eat and she insist we play Truth or Dare. Oh GAWD. I roll my eyes and almost get up to leave but Coral gives me an evil look that clearly translates into: Dont you dare, you have to be social tonight and are not allowed to flee to your room. The game is basically a game of Truth, were too old for dares I guess, and a very somber one at that. All the questions are monsters. Like: what is your biggest regret? Your greatest fear? Your happiest time? Only at the end do we realize we should have asked stuff like: If you had to remove a body part which would you chose? Anna did, however, take the opportunity to ask our sexualities, point blank. I said straight and she pretended she didnt hear me and asked me two more times. Then she went out for a cigarette with Coral and asked her if I was really secretly gay, as she suspected. Argh! Im really sick of ppl being convinced Im really secretly gay. I know I dont exude sex or anything, but really. I know lots of people assume Coral and I are a couple, which for some reason does not bother me in the slightest. I guess it just bothers me sometimes because it reminds me that Im not in any sort of relationship that would prove without a doubt where my sexuality lies. Bugger. Today I actually wrote a work-related story about my apocalyptic journey to Northern Greece. I am beside myself. I dont know what to do now. I havent written anything work-related in months! Wow! Anyway, I cant think of an ending though. Goddamn! Speaking of work, I am entering my second week of brat-sitting. The first day was pretty uneventful and almost too easy. The kids spent the first hour playing Nintendo and the second hour drawing and working in their English workbooks. Like... they WANTED to do HOMEWORK. I was floored! And they didnt fight once and they made no mess and when the parents came home we were all laying on the floor with crayons, chatting away in English about what happens when they lose their teeth. The mothers jaw actually dropped. Second day I spend 1 œ hours laying on the floor listening as they gossip with a friend in Greek about their classmates, using their little plastic rulers to saw into different color erasers. They collected the filings in little plastic containers, presumably because they were.. pretty? Pretty little colored filings? Um.. sure! Kids are WEIRD! But I didnt complain. We spent the last half hour in a pillow fight. Saturday, however, was hellish. Not really. The neighboring adorable blond Kinder-advertisement-perfect German boy was over and we played football with his adorable little dog for about 20 mins. Then the boys played Nintendo and I taught the girl how to play 20 questions, which she LOVED and we played it for hours. Which got really boring. But kept us occupied. Then we played a rather raucous version of hide and seek that involved running to safety. All indoors, of course. Then the boys built a fort and we passed insulting notes under the door (some of which I translated into English - to be educational, you know, because its important they learn you and your friend are inconsiderate jerks who dont play nice and we dont like you). Then the girl and I played some complex jail game of her own devising, which involved me escaping and running around a lot. Then I started to draw sketches of the kids and once they discovered what an artist I am (ha!) they started to model for me. Their mom came home while I was feeding them and stopped in horror at the scene of disarray - rugs moved, shoes and toys in the middle of the floor - and yelled at not only the kids, but me too. Aparently, running around inside the house is not allowed. Oops. How was I to know? So I go Monday to see the kids and the girl runs to the door and pulls me into her room and the boy runs out of the kitchen to grab my other hand and apparently the kids LOVE me! Go figure! The mother tells me how shocked she is, how the girl has been asking about me alllll day and complaining that I should come earlier. When I was interviewing for the job, the mother informed me point-blank that she had been through two other baby-sitter/tutors recently because they could not handle the kids, who tend to attempt to kill each other whenever the mothers back is turned. She clearly suspected I was too weak to handle the brats. But aha! We spent the two hours playing 20 questions and drawing. I even taught them checkers. And they asked me to say sure and mmm hmmmm loads. Aww. It was a nice feeling, knowing they actually like me, that they waited anxiously for me to arrive. Saturday was the first day in more than a month that I woke up before 10 a.m. And after five hours chasing the brats, by nighttime I was ready to lay in bed with Eggers and finish him off, when I got a call from Joanna. Within hours I was dressed and pressed and on my way to the ice cream shop where she works for a night of dancing. We were to join her friends at this supposedly cool club for a 60s, 70s, 80s night. The club was PACKED, to the point where we were upset because it would prohibit our dancing, since our superior moves require lots of room. We somehow found Joannas friends, squished against the DJ booth, and stood there, bopping our heads a bit since it was the only body part we could move. I wont go into extreme detail here, since I did that last time we went out dancing and it took up an entire post, but suffice it to say there was some very, very good music, punctuated by some very, very bad music (of the slow-dancing celine dion and Barbara streisand ilk). The place very slowly cleared out and by about 3 a.m. we had some room to move. I was ecstatic when the good DJ (there were two, one was very very bad) pumped out some OLD SKOOL RAP! And I could astound with my lyrical masterness, but unfortunately some scary stuck-in-the-eighties man with long curly hair (that he whipped around frequently, spraying us with sweat!) stole the limelight when he attempted to breakdance. When the A-Ha came on about an hour later tho, I was the cool kid with my Molly Ringwald moves. Not only did people stop to stare, they actually tried to COPY. Oh yes. And I got to teach Joanna and her friends the proper hand motions to YMCA by the Village people. Its not often that I feel like a representative of Americana, but at such times my chest heaves with pride. Um. Yeah. Nothing like representing cheesy American culture to get my chest heaving. Ha! Im seriously considering adding this club to the Athenian picnic agenda. Im thinking afternoon picnic, walk along the beach, club (maybe a touch of bowling thrown in to kill some time? Ha! Bowling! In greece! Rawk!). And ooh, I visited the picnic site and its a bit.. quirky. But in the very best way. It is literally in the middle of the parking lots and runways of an abandoned airport. Itll be just us and a family of barking dogs and lush grass and palm trees and intrepid kids learning to drive. Mmmm hmmm. Anyhoo. That was way too long, as always. But if you read this far you were probably bored and in need of entertaining anyway, so no complaints! 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: head full of snot and a pocket full of debt!
by Hannah Brown 28 Nov '01

28 Nov '01

AAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! Why is it that when you have no money whatsoever it's always the time when you want to buy everything. I want camera obscura, b&s, some new red underwear and 70p so i can get the bus home from college, snif. im going to try to go to the C.O gig that Casorroto mentioned, even if it means going by myself and hitching a ride on a donkey or something. Hope to see some of you there. Joe Vester should become a head teacher. i hate goths, you know the way that you stare at them sometimes because they just look so ridiculous and they sometimes give you this stare back that says " yeh, stop staring you mainstream bitch, don't judge me man!!!!!!", er, sorry love but i alredy have. MEAOW! sorry i went a bit mean there didnt i.Talking of gothics, my gobby friend took me to a dodgy gothic pub in camden. I was wearing all things twee and stood out a mile and my mate had a chat with the bar man and has got us a gig there in december under the name "the fluffy bunny fuckers", which, apparently they loved. Oh dear, i am very scared, i may run away for afew months. hannahxxxx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Making Homes From Novellettes, or something like that.
by Sam Walton 28 Nov '01

28 Nov '01

Hello once more. I've been quiet of late. I think that's so that the Stud Muffin Fiasco could die down. On the subject, before we pronounce it dead (what's that? I'm the only person still going on about it? Um...), Ms Fruitloop said: >>it depends on what your definition of Stud Muffin is! I'd wager you're a >>bit of a stud muffin! To which there can really be no response. Apart from that one. So. York University has accepted sponsorship by those lovely baby-killers Nestlé. Which angers me slightly, but then again makes me chuckle resignedly, and makes me think of banned Super Furry Animals records. All together now - "...they don't give a fuck about anybody else, you know they..." Joe Vester made the frighteningly insightful point that: >>Inside every lanky boy is a fat girl who loves pancakes. Yet another poignant observation from the Boy Vester. I totally concur, but must add that the whole posession-by-compulsive-eater thing is a reciprocal thing too, as many a lardy bird will tell you. David Moore then said: >>Apologies for sending stupid draft to bore the pants off 1500 listees. I personally thought that was a homage to the likes of Mr Gillanders, and a fine one at that. More. Of the same. Please. As for the new EP, I like it, but I do agree that something's missing. The vocals on I'm Waking Up To Us sound like Struan doing a very bad, drunken Elvis Costello impression, but a fine song it is anyway. I Love My Car sounds like something that Beatles did on The White Album or Rubber Soul when they were pissing about. Marx & Engels is slightly wonderful though, and definitely a return to form of sorts. It's very telling that they did that one all by themselves, and it's by far the best one. I can only assume the sight of Isobel in red leather on the back will make a legion of indie-boys happy... Right then. I'm off to the Nestlé Lecture Theatre. I shit you not. love, Asm.x ================= "He's strictly a pain in the ass, but he certainly has a good vocabulary" - Holden Caulfield _________________________________________________________________ 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: Glasgow gig tickets
by Katrina House 28 Nov '01

28 Nov '01

FYI ... you can also get some tickets from the Virgin Megastore on Buchanan Street. cheers, katrina. banchory press - management - merchandising po box 25074 glasgow g2 6ld scotland email: shop(a)banchory.net http://www.banchory.net +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Hey Mr DJ
by Daplyn Elizabeth 28 Nov '01

28 Nov '01

Once again: bienvenue, wilkommen and good afternoon to the ladies and gentlemen of the jury. A cautionary note: this email contains griping. That Muse cover of Feeling Good that's all over the radio like a rash at the moment - Nina Simone must be spinning in her black-suede-lined coffin. Has she, in fact, *passed over*? Must have: wild-livin' jazz laydee = tragic early death and guaranteed legendary status. What's _really_ annoying about the present cover is that I can't help singing along and putting in the descending bass line that those pesky nu-rock tykes have forgotten to record. Which makes people look at me strangely. Tchah. It's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new life, and I very much doubt that Matt Bellamy is feeling good. Do nu-rockers buy their skinny black jeans from the same shops nu-metallers get their unfeasibly wide blue ones from, or are there separate universes of emporia for such musical hair-splitting? What's with the adulation of indie boys who aren't actually fantastic singers, just good at wailing, having *discovered* themselves at 6th form parties whilst ripped to the tits on Diamond White? I mean, possessing a less-than-impressive falsetto range and howling like a bleedin' banshee does _not_ equal Grand Opera (Grand Guignol possibly). As if that's a good thing to aspire to in the first place. 'Operatic' singing involves some kind of breath control, for one thing. Gets my goat, it really does. Shag Pop - bang on the nail, my son, whoever came up with that one (sorry, no web access at work, otherwise my anal nature would force me to cross-reference to the Nth). It's that classy sleaziness (or Faded Glamour, for fans of Animals That Swim) that gets me every time. Mmm the ineffable allure to a nicely-dragged up liberal girl of louche pop songs performed by appetisingly lank young men. Also, the presence of a french horn or two on a record is pretty much guaranteed to get it sounding tasty. Who's that jazz chap the film Young Man With A Horn is about? Heh. I may well have gone on about Tindersticks before but, frankly, I love them and their filthy minds. Drunkenly staggering (with ballet-worthy poise) along the fine line between sweeping melody and bombastic arse, or sparse arrangement and lacklustre texture, is, well, kind of difficult. And yet listening to Cherry Blossoms never fails to leave me staring blankly into dusty space (3 a.m., six feet down, already up with the lark). Which is why I can't listen to the second album while driving. On the other hand, it can all go horribly wrong in the world of Shag Pop: see My Life Story for evidence. There's a routine Bill bailey does in which he describes the efforts of a juvenile bandmate to emulate (upon the synthesised keyboard) JS Bach as played by Rick Wakeman, but who ends up sounding like the Ski Sunday theme tune. Well. Kirsten, the Coventry Carol is sinister, in both the conventional metaphorical sense (cheery Christmas fayre about murdered children) and that of being in keeping with the present context (melancholy gorgeousness). Also, it's lovely as lovely can be, so carry on playing it for yer Ma and I'll join you from across the Atlantic. I think I'll spend the afternoon envying the humble cabbage-white/ his honest idiocy of flight. Beats earning a living. Liz D :x - I was not woken by the rooster, nor by the crow's tough song But the midnight cry of a blood red bird brought this sleeplessness on - +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: I promise this is the last you'll hear from me...
by breams plural 28 Nov '01

28 Nov '01

Right...the events of the past few days have turned into a hazy shade of winter, I think I must've got some snow in my eyes. As far as posts go, mine suck. But the rest of you are fab (yes R.J. Gillanders, I used the word "fab"). Something that didn't seem to cross my mind in the instant of postage this week was that I was perhaps biting feeding hands and offending friends (not to mention a plethora of unknowns). So, as a result I'd like to apologise properly (but succinctly...hopefully) to you all. You (meaning anyone who's reading and anyone who's not) are not the one's who I wanted to paint as evil. Infact, I thought quite the opposite, contrary to the babble that was spewed forth previously. I think in future I might attempt to make it a little clearer that some people I know (non-sinisterines thankfully) burned me (metaphorically speaking, though I wouldn't put it past them sometimes). And just because I haven't the gumption to tell them that they made me feel like shite to their faces doesn't mean that you should all be "flamed" unintentionally or otherwise. So, umm yeah...that's it I guess...I just wanted you all to know that things came out wrong and I'm sorry. If anyone feels the need for a more in depth explanation or discussion, which I assume you don't as I seem to have done the topic to death myself, I think it might be wise to do it off list so as to avoid clogging the inboxes and archives more than absolutely necessary. Well, that'll do for now. Jeremy ps. I just re-read this mail and realised that it's amazingly self-obsessed. But I guess that's not really surprising for me at the moment. pps. I also figure I'm at "that point" where a sinisterine finds that a break is needed, for their own sake and that of the list combined. _________________________________________________________________ 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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