Talk of pubs and city streets gets me down, as I have to climb in my car and drive twenty minutes to find both together at the same time (they exist on select corners in downtown KC). It's the kind of thing I do on rainy, overcast evenings, shoving just that particular B&S CD into the stereo, punching up just that particular track that works just so on rainy evenings (works best with Brilliant Career and perhaps The State I Am In, although you never know). B&S is mood music of the highest order, and that's my passion. A rainy night means Nick Drake, Van Morrison (Astral Weeks, natch), Miles Davis, Richard Davies, Jeff (or Tim) Buckley, Sinatra, whatever ... and some nugget from B&S. So I've sprained my ankle playing basketball, can't seem to get my brains together enough to write some things that must be written, and I have friends crashing this weekend, traveling to a football game and raising havoc at a dandy bar (once a gay haunt, but sadly no longer) called the Peanut. So I'm scanning the darkening skies for signs of rain, Sinister sounds clutched to my breast. B Clay type your pet's name into your browser and see what happens. +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+