Hi everyone, THE NEW ALBUM. This is the first time I've been conscious, in the B&S sense, when a new album (I'm not really counting Storytelling) was announced. I bought FISHYCLAP when it had been out for at least a month, maybe more. So the anticipation for Dear Catastrophe Waitress is, ho ho, a lot. And the only halfway decent play on the title I could come up with is "Mere Apostrophe mate-stress", which I think could only make sense in a world which (dismissively) considers quotation marks to be apostrophes who have joined in matrimony (or civil union), and also additionally allows for the fact that these punctuation-couples may go through some rough periods. Now, to sort of toot the living hell out of my own horn in a roundabout way of saying thanks, I'm going to say this: I mentioned the Listerine girl that my roommate and I were obsessed with in a past post. Well, that proved to be the impetus for writing an open letter for the McSweeney's website, which they decided to put up. It's here: http://www.mcsweeneys.net/links/openletters/listerine.html But! More importantly, I'm just glad Sinister exists, so that I can, in good conscience, ramble on for WHOLE PARAGRAPHS about things that pop into my mind, with little or no consideration for others or to coherency or the possibility of dementia. aww. hugs. I came back from Minneapolis. It was a humongously great place: clean, walkable for the most part, and filled to bursting with incredibly attractive people from all over. The bad part happened when I ran out of money and had no way of getting from the hotel to the airport. So. The first plan was to walk what I thought was a short distance to a record store that bought used CD's, and simply exchange some plastic for cash. I walked for about an hour, and was slowed by a highway, and then, finally, the Mississippi river. I was later informed that this specific record store was actually like 1000 blocks away from where I was. So I walked back to the hotel, very very very sweaty indeed (on account of wearing business clothes which are mostly, um, dark wool) and pretended to have lost my wallet, which meant that one of the older blue-haired ladies in the lobby slapped a $20 in my hands and kissed my cheeks. It also made me sort of seem like an eight year-old lost in a department store, but hey, c'mon, when does that NOT happen? The best part of the entire sordid thing was my hotel window: it split the skyline into a triptych, the central pane of which featured a weird sort of religious-themed melodrama between two pairs of tall and yellow industrial cranes. Three of the four were turned to the East, the fourth was the lone infidel facing the un-Mecca West. If the crane drivers did this on purpose...wow. that would be fucking weird. Some girl at a house party flashed me her underwear multiple times the other night, and I was so confused I almost ran into a wall. I went outside and smoked two cigarettes at once, so unaccustomed am I to the sight of powder blue underwear revealed intermittently and, seemingly, in Morse code. I might add, for those who might be thinking 'what a thick idiot for not interacting more with such a person who casually and sluttily flouts sartorial conventions', that this girl has some mean and hairy gams. Which, heck, nothing wrong with that at all, but really, she looks like a human torso grafted onto gorilla legs. Subthoracic braidable-length hair is pretty low-down on my list of 'favorite things'. Listened to Jonathan David today. 32 times. Try it, it's fun! east coast picnic. mammoth. September looks good. take care, Kevin +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister@missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo@missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+