done my normal wiggle my bum and gaze at the celing dance instead of my usual flail about like a skinny mopheaded combine harvester-pint splilling machine routine. Oh well, too late now.
What is good dancing? Both of the above sound quite appealing. From what I witnessed on another occasion, there was also quite a bit of head bobbing (in between the songs that were good enough to dance to), as well as synchronized nods (to an equally fashionable, but not as enthusiastic friend, i.e. not the enthusiasm of someone who could coin a phrase like "a whole brace of tits"), signaling mutual inspiration and agreement to head over to the the dance floor. It was all so beautiful and well-timed, it could have been staged. But then I think Bobbie Gillespie is an excellent dancer. I taped Primal Scream's appearance on David Letterman (or another late night show) years ago, and I still enjoy watching it - Bobbie's leaps into the air, the random hand claps, and general flailing about ... One of the many nice things about Tigermilk is that there are songs in distinctly different styles, but the album as a whole sounds so cohesive. I like "You're Just a Baby" cos it's one of the few songs in which Stuart sings "tough" (for want of a better word), and I like the guitars. And "Electronic Renaissance" is good for what it is, is a good song period, but it's self-reflective. It took me a while to sort out what equating always working with always dancing could mean. I wish I could see the video that Alasdair's grandfather is in cos I met someone who, by a marvelous stroke of coincidence, could be him. It was on the train from London to Glasgow. He was on the train before London though in one of those seats with a table and a facing seat. I was late and didn't have a reservation, so I asked if I could sit there. He consented; then I discovered there was a dog under the table. The dog was very docile, but I couldn't look up into his coke bottle glasses (my brother uses that expression for very thick glasses, in case it isn't apparent what is meant) so I changed at the next stop. But then a girl of about six or seven came, and he proceeded to have the most interesting conversation with her. It surprised me cos he had been reading a German book and looked very serious and dignified with a face so gaunt and angular that he appeared to be munching on his sandwich with his front teeth. He offered to sing for her! "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" and another one I can't remember, which they sang together. Good-bye for now, Youn +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the reborn Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail "sinister@majordomo.net". To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to "majordomo@majordomo.net". WWW: http://www.majordomo.net/sinister +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "jelly-filled danishes" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+