Andrew seems to need some help...
to start transcribing the tour diary and sending it here a bit at a time (to build up the tension or something, or because i can't be arsed to type it all in in one go). but i'll leave that for the time being too...
I propose that each of us (at least 7 or 8 of us) transcribe one of the "calls", so that everybody may benefit from this very long text... Shall I start? Melody Maker, October 18, 1997 "Give us a belle" - In the first of our occasional series of tour diaries, Belle and Sebastian regale us with some wild NY stories. Stuart David kicks us off. I bought a $10 phone card from a news stand on the street in Times Square, and I phoned home. I had to punch in 33 numbers before anything happened, and then a recorded voice with an American accent said, "You have 81 minutes remaining for this call." And the phone rang. And then a second recorded voice with a Scottish accent said : "Hi, this is Karn and Stuart; just leave a message. Bye." It seemed wee Karn had already left for the farm, and i'd forgotten to bring the number there. But she's crazy about NY, and it's her ambition to come here, and we all wanted to let her know what it was like. So we decided to phone her up one at a time and leave a big long message for when she got home. It went pretty much like this: CALL#1 Hi Karn, it's Stuart. You should see the hotel we're staying in. It's a modernist nightmare. It's designed by Philip Stark and it looks like a set from a Eurythmics video from the middle of the eighties. The foyer's pitch dark, and our rooms are pure white, with huge, gold frames -with nothing in them- behind each bed. In the bathrooms, the sinks are big silver cones, each with its point on the floor, and every soft chair has a 10-foot back and only one arm. We've found our own surrogate home-from-home cafe. 'S called Howard Johnson's, and it's just like the Grovesner because, no matter what time you go in, you're always sure to find at least one band member in there. I did get one beamer just outside there, though. This guy walked past that I thought I recognised from Glasgow, and when he'd gone by I turned to see who he was with, so I could work out who he was. But it turned out he was with Damon from Blur, and that he was Dave the drummer. And I was standing there as if I was starspotting. Still... we're having a great time. Here's Bel. Who's next for call#2? Walter -- " Get me away from here, I'm dying..." ----------------------------------------------------------------------- . This message was brought to you by the Sinister mailing list. . To send to the list please mail "sinister@majordomo.net". . For subscribing, unsubscribing and other list information please see . http://www.majordomo.net/sinister . For questions about how the list works mail owner-sinister@majordomo.net -----------------------------------------------------------------------