there have been a few positive comments about Beyond the Sunrise here lately, which made me think: maybe i've been too hasty (after all, i've only given it 6 months to grow on me). maybe i've been playing it at the wrong speed, or backwards, or in the wrong universe. but no. after extensive experimentation it appears i was right all along and it's Turgid Crap. speaking of fyhcywlap, it's a little known fact that the maracas/zither scratchy percussion on Don't Leave the Light On Baby was actually made by chris geddes unconsciously rubbing his stubbly chin, having become obsessive about the lack of shaving facilities in the studio. the measure of the channel 4 Teachers programme was almost certainly accurately taken by arantxa, who as usual is so sharp, i could use her to pierce the top of my vitamin c tablets. but it has lodged in my mind now by virtue of tbwtas, and i fear they've won a viewer for episode 1 at least. who needs subliminal messages (ribena are no strangers to those, i'm beginning to suspect) when you've got the Power of Music? ah, i remember when i was first sinister, and it seemed like everyone who liked b&s must be the same as me, a kindred spirit. we were pilgrims, and we'd sweated blood to arrive at canterbury/mecca/lourdes/glasgow. how we toiled to seek out tigermilk by fair means or foul... how we struggled through the elements to find just one record shop that stocked all the eps... how we were sure struan was speaking just to us, even if our name wasn't lisa... and now every dumbass channel 4 executive stumbles into virgin megastores and walks out humming away mindlessly to the music of the spheres... look, real tears. big up to the york massive. a pint of sam smiths and a Campus Fare roll please. one day b&s will play at fibbers and then we'll show 'em... apropos of nothing much, i seem to have a strange phobia of bands whose names begin with 'w'. wheatus. weezer. ween. wilco (criminally overrated). wheat. they all make me think of whining, whingeing, wimping, wetting and other dismal things. purely a trick of phonetics (maybe), but hard to get over. nick horn of africa wrote: I always think electronic communication too fleeting, too brash, for poetry. Too many flickering digits to distract us. One click and it's gone. One click. Poetry: an analogue medium unsuited to digital transfer. One click. Zero. ah, but that's what they said about print when its nasty black uniformity took over from those pretty illustrated manuscripts. it wasn't true then either. one click is just a choice we make, like the choice to turn the page. the poetry's still there for the taking. at, for example, www.buzzwords.org.uk (ahem.) road trip to cambridge tomorrow! wahey - b&s choons to the max on the M11. travel sweeties and the picturesque sight of 1 million cattle being slaughtered because of foot and mouth. try blaming SmithKlineBeecham for that... right, back to my guinness. luv archel xxx *************************************** Rachel Playforth 'She may not be famous, but she's right' - Homer Simpson For the best in new writing on the web, visit www.buzzwords.org.uk Contact us on buzzwords@bigfoot.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+