It was the days before tigermilk was re-released... said albumn was like gold dust and extortionate amounts of money were changing hands for cassette copies... I, a self confessed obsessive... not particulary obsessed about anything in particular but whatever takes my fancy at a specific moment... stepped in a second hand record shop... The astute among you may have made guesses about what I was about to find... you may be on the right lines... for the rest of you I will take things slowly... and if you are in the mood to keep reading... you will catch up... So my first port of call, as it it still is now, was of course the B's... more specifically as the astute will have guessed the section containing belle and sebastian... I thumbed through the CDs... the familar well loved covers of Eps and Albums...until i stopped... slighlty stunned... The cover said it clearly enough... "Tigermilk"... but how could this be? I held the CD up to what little light there was in the dimly lit shop... and if I had been a cartoon I'm sure my jaw would have hit the ground... The price ticket said import £17.99 ...I was suspicous... I was also very low in funds... my cheque book in pocket my only possible hope... but I was unsure whether this shop would take cheques... especially those from students with a guilty look in there eyes from knowing their bank has recently declared them to be insufficent in funds to withdraw so much as 10p... I ventured forward... CD clutched in sweating hand... and enquired boldly... and it seemed that my cheque would do just fine as long as it was accompanied by cash card of some sort... The excitment and guilt overcame me slighlty as i hurried home... my first listen of this illicit album... The room was yellow from an unusually fine april day... dust was visible in the sunlight... across the road people sat on their doorsteps taking in the good weather... It seemed the whole world knew this day was special... and as I played the CD for the first time I knew the guilt had been worth it... A memory of the moment created was there and then amidst the falling dust... I knew i would look back on it often like a treasured possesion... A few days later and wearing dark glasses (a precautionary step only) I re-entered the magical little shop... my ritual repeated I flicked through the Bs and stared lovingly at the familiar face contained within... including one with a little £17.99- import price tag... I smiled thinking about the next person whose life it would change... _________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.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 +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+