Hello List. Too bad alliteration doesn't start with an L. I'm de-lurking for a third time, firstly cause I don't think anyone's posted about last week's Pitchfork review of FYHSJKHCKAJFALP. If so, sorry if this is a repeat. It's written in a particularly timely format for those just now getting to see High Fidelity. Read it at: http://www.pitchforkmedia.com/record-reviews/b/belle-and-sebastian/fold-your... . They get some facts wrong but I have to forgive them since they don't include the usual regurgitated band history we've all read before. (I owe big thanks to T.S.P. for telling me about this site in the first place.) Secondly, I must add my out-of-tune voice to the defense of all current and former librarians, myself in the latter category. Having done hard retail labor as well, I find it's the counter between people that makes things like respect and common decency suddenly disappear. Remember kids, Hefner don't write songs about just any old profession, you know. The whole argument consisting of "yes (P*nk Fl*yd/Electronic Renaissance) sucks"/"no it doesn't" reminds me of the schism between Dewey Decimal Systems and Library of Congress, as I felt loyalties sharply divided at my former place of employment. I've been reading a book about book thieves lately, too. It's called "The GENTLE Madness." (emphasis mine.) Wheels within wheels. Thirdly, when it comes to celebrities, TV or non, I treat them all the same. That is, when I see them, I walk past them. This has happened enough to be classified as a pattern. Quentin Tarantino, Hugh Downs, Jarvis Cocker, and Robbie Williams. Well, that last one's a stretch, since he came into a cafe/deli where I was eating and bought a bottle of water and looked around in apprehension before exiting. So I guess he was the one doing the walking. And Lenny from Sha-na-na once put up my ex-boyfriend's Christmas tree. Or was that John Holmes? Or Tom Jones? Oh I forget. Fourthly, I'm glad Robyn brought up Stuart's car. It's become rather inseparable from my image of him. My first car was a shiny black 1949 Plymouth Special Deluxe that I sadly had to part with. If I ever met Stuart I'd be more likely to talk about cars than music. Then again I'll most likely just pass him by. Is he a gearhead? Dreamy. Fifthly, hey Magda: do sort-of-covers of soul songs count? The Donnas rhyme "I saw him standing at a rock'n'roll show/ somebody told me that his name was Bruno" in their version of Da Doo Ron Ron. Rockabilly wouldn't count there either, but Clint Miller sings such timeless lyrics as "Bertha Lou, gotta get a date with you" and "I want to conjugate with you." Sixthly, and most difficult to pronounce, too bad I'll be arriving over there just shy (in two meanings) of the London picnic date. Give a holler if you see me in the next 2 weeks--I'm extremely tall, intimidating, and nearsighted, and I'll be wearing my spy apparel and spending money on shoes and records. See you kids later, xxx Sarah ________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the undead 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 +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "peculiarly deranged fanbase" "frighteningly named +-+ +-+ Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+