Hello people. I got back from France at 11:00 last Friday night, having had nish sleep the whole week. Looking at Picassos when you've got a furry tingue is not a pleasant experience, believe you me, amigos. Don't drink tequila. Anyhoo, I had a fab time dans Paris, especially at the new Arman exhibition at the Jeu de Paume in the Jardins Tuileries. Oo-er, I've gone all art-name-dropping suddenly... Anyway, despite the bacchanalian revels during the week, I got up on Saturday, went to Music Centre in the morning (aargh! I've forgotten how to play the flute!), and stayed up to go see John Hegley in the evening in Cantebury. He was absoloutment fantastique, despite having forgotten he had a gig that evening and turning up an hour or so late. He forgot his slides, too, and had to draw on the stage with chalk. So, I've just read through a massive load of mail (thank Someone for the digest version) and am now ready to begin my assault on a startlingly witty reply to all points of relevance from the aforesaid. Tindersticks: Cherry Blossoms is a beautiful, beautiful song, and not understanding what in the name of little baby prawns Ol' Gravel Voice is going on about doesn't stop me singing it incessantly (an octave higher than he does) for a while after I've been listening to it. Three am, six feet down, already up with the lark...WHAT?!?!? Song For Those Not So Beautiful is gorgeous too. Has anyone else got the limited-edition Live at the Bloomsbury Theatre album? This is one of the (very) few lim-ed things I own, as I'm a high-street kinda girl: no indie-kid shops around Medway. We have our own equivalent of Casuals who look at me strangely as I wander around Chatham in hippy skirts and wierd t-shirts, not realising that their horrible puffa jackets and gold jewellery make them look like Michelin Men on the game. B&S cover versions: I dunno, I think it'd work quite well with Tanya Donelly doing the girly bit in Lazy Line Painter Jane, but I'm not sure who else would fit in for the rest of it. She did that guest bit on Judy's Staring At The Sun by Catherine Wheel ages ago, but which I was chuffed to find as one of the b-sides on Delicious a wee while back. Well, I liked it... Also: whoever said Stephen Duffy should do any B&S cover - I LOVE YOU! How amazingly right would that be? I'm now going to thank the marvellous people who have sent me wonderful tapes of wonderful stuff by wonderful bands in return for Tigermilk (so I should first thank myself [and my stereo] for proselytising B&S back catalogue around the globe). Thank you all for Pavement, Orange Juice, Guided By Voices, Field Mice, Fantastic Something, Gorky's Zygotic Mynci, other really ace stuff... I am now slightly less ingnorant than I was before, and this can only be a good thing, I feel. I'm also really chuffed 'cause I got the Beth Orton album the other day and have been listening to it muchly. I Wish I Never Saw The Sunshine is just heartbreaking. I'm always getting that funny achy-sinuses-about-to-cry feeling now when I listen to all this beautiful music. Can I join the eec club? "i thank heaven someone's crazy enough to give me a daisy" Sorry, can't remember the formatting or even if those are exactly the right words at the moment, but it's from the end of the one about the clown on the corner of the street. Anyone like T.S.Eliot? QuoteQuoteQuote: <<Yes, it was lovely to see such beautifully structured arguments that in no way made Belle & Sebastian 'fans' look like the satchel-carrying, scarf-wearing, bicycle-riding knee-jerk-offs that the 'meeja' (whoever they may be) will no doubt condemn us/you/ whoever as...>> I like my satchel. And my scarf. This is all I have to say on the matter. Blah blah blah. En el asunto of B&S videos, didn't anyone else see the couple of times they showed LLPJ on the Chart Show, and the time they had DOW on? I did, because I still watch the pile of filth in case something good comes on (once in a very blue lunar cycle). However, I didn't tape it because (a) I didn't have a tape handy, (b) because it's really annoying having things taped off the Chart Show, because of those faux-video-instruction icon thingies and (c) they never show the whole video anyway, and I can't stand the stress of shouting at the bastard programmers all my life. So there. I think that was about the longest email I've ever written, and I apologise profusely to anyone I may have offended, alienated, bored etc. Ho hum. ByeBye. Au revoir, Liz. (edaplynr3n00297@kiadroch.kiad.ac.uk) ***************************************** Man is the only animal that blushes. Or needs to. Mark Twain ***************************************** ----------------------------------------------------------------------- . This message was brought to you by the Sinister mailing list. . To send to the list please mail "sinister@majordomo.net". . For subscribing, unsubscribing and other list information please see . http://www.majordomo.net/sinister . For questions about how the list works mail owner-sinister@majordomo.net . We're all happy bunnies humming happy bunny tunes. Aren't we? -----------------------------------------------------------------------