Comrades, Having seen that another fellow lurker (Colin) had broken his self-imposed silence, I decided to follow suit and come off my pub stool and (re)introduce myself. Hello. Pleased to meet me*... oh. Uh. This isn't going so well is it? (Ms. Llaura Llew, please take notes here: is this sort of discomfort that makes one indie? I'll take it since my wardrobe fails miserably at that task). But down to business before I lose my entire audience. I *may* have an extra ticket to the Seattle show... ehem... (is this list abuse? sorry Honey) The extra I had bought was intended for a potential date, but as a select few on this list know, my attempt to emulate Dr. No failed miserably and said date ended up down the gullet of a shark. (A warning: do not take 1st dates into shark infested waters no matter what the "locals" say about their dining habits.) After having wrestled the shark onto the beach and then having performed an intricate procedure better left to your imagination to free said date from the shark's tummy, it was too late. Digestive juices and all that. I seem to have strayed off my original point. If anyone out there is interested, you can email me *off* this list and let me know if you'd like the have access to the ticket. Cute girls are encouraged to apply. I will inform the lucky winner some time in the next week or so (it'll be doled out on a first come, first served basis which sounds vaguely sexual but really isn't). I should also make it clear that I am only looking for the list price of the ticket. No profiteering on the beloved Belles here. Speaking of beloved, I am rapidly falling into serious swoonage for the adorable and pensive Gillian Welch. Her new album "Time (The Revelator)" is an absolute masterpiece. Yes. Masterpiece. Though a word of warning; it isn't indie or twee. That being said, however, I suspect fans of Nick Drake (circa "Pink Moon") might appreciate it. Buy it. Or don't. I will have the thrill of seeing her perform and spin yarns on Tuesday night. Yummy. In closing, I must say to Llew that not all Will's are terrible. Some of us are just terribly confused. Oh and shout out's to my homegrrrl Jerkgirl Jen who is busily slaving away in miserable conditions in a sullen record store. Please take a moment to remember those less fortunate in your prayers/thoughts/meditations/slack-jawed reverie. Thank all you for enduring my awkward rebirth into sinister. Hasta luego, The Other Will Harris (this is similar to, but not quite like, The Other White Meat) *Whatever happened to the big ball of love that were The Replacements? I refuse to say Ken Chu. Whoops. _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+