Well hello there chickens. HASTA LA VISTA Like rats leaving a sinking city, the young and the restless are (re)emigrating for shorter or longer periods of time depending on finance and inclination. The restless having inspired the Sarah Garret Sonner Memorial Games a couple of weeks ago and the young being Greg, whose farewell picnic of the weekend was as drunken and damp as anyone could wish for, even Mark. And we liberated a flat football from a tree. Not to mention communing with a scraggy urban fox at the stage of the night when the red wine wears off and it's time to catch the nightbus or a nasty cold. Or both. JE NE COMPRENDS PAS Anyway, something inspired me last night to listen to the recent Peel session again, and even sober I still like it. Particularly Love on the March (am a sucker for Astrud-Gilertesquerie and other bossa nova stylings) and Desperation Made a Fool of Me. A bit dubious about You Don't Send Me: I know it's difficult to rhyme with 'offend me', but 'you don't send me...' flowers? Text messages? Insane? Grammatically inelegant, I'm calling it, and I'm a fan of the split infinitive, you know. I QUATTRO STAGIONE God I love the BBC. Televised last night (previous to my tape-listening antics. Bugger, that reminds me - my tape tree tape will be in the post tomorrow, to whomever it concerns) from the Royal Albert Hall (scene of last autumn's triumphant B&S do - content!), a Henry Wood Promenade concert consisting of the Best Vivaldi Album in the World Ever Part III, performed con brio but with occasional glibness by the rather good Venice Baroque Orchestra. Italianissimo. The chamber organ was a little lost in the space, but the lutenist was manic and fab. Belfast Bob could take a few lessons in fretwankery. A LA RECHERCHE DES TEMPS PERDU(ES?) This all took me back to even before being on Sinister, sitting in my room at home revising for my GCSEs to the accompaniment of tapes of works by Antonio, also his mates Georg Frideric, Arcangelo and Jean-Baptiste. *sigh* Nostalgia for horrible teenage things like exams and such. However, and this is a rather laboured segue but bear with it: Sinister is one of the few things that I first encountered while (still just) a ghastly teenager, and it's had the grace to remain a thing of beauty and occasional annoyance in my life ever since. Gawd bless. Eeeek! Must buy new red pants. Last year's are in Wales. Profundity is quite beyond me at the moment, but I'm still quite good at baking so I'll see some of you in a couple of weeks for fun and games. Love, Liz :x _________________________________________________________________ MSN Photos is the easiest way to share and print your photos: http://photos.msn.com/support/worldwide.aspx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+