quick quick gina, miss gina titchener...could you please tell me your address? I have a long-belated addition to your xmas present and I don't want to send it to an address you no longer live at. Sorry, everyone else. Continue swimming naked...or whatever it was you were doing out there. In other belated news, I attended the hot-and-sunny Ballyhoo in the Botanics (that's *really* what they should have called it...maybe not) in June with my good friend from Manchester, a Melbourne boy who had a crush on me and his sister, who didn't like me and sat "with a face like a busted muffin" (as the lovely mancunian put it) for most of the afternoon. I hoped Camera Obscura would cheer her up, but due to what I think were sound difficulties, they buggered off (slightly distressed? I was pretty far back) before I even got my dancing feet on. However, it was nice to see them back on my home turf in T-dot (what *all* the cool kids call Toronto, for those of you who might come visit Canadiashireland and want to sound "with it") in a small and intimate venue (The Legendary Horseshoe Tavern) where I bought a tshirt (the wrong colour and slightly too small, but c'est la vie) from Gavin Dunbar (the man I couldn't bring myself to give my cv to when I saw him behind the counter of Avalance Records last fall, not that they would have hired me anyway, but there it is)...they seemed to be quite low on supplies at this point in their tour, because my friend went to buy the 'Underachievers...' album on our way out the door but they were fresh out. Do I win the prize for longest run-on sentence? Not on this list, I suppose. *sigh* It was nice to hear weegie accents again, tho. I didn't think it would hit me the way it did. Too bad. I know I said I'd share the rest of my days/but I was only going through a phase... Am I gonna settle down? Am I gonna be/Someone who has to take the rest of my life to settle down? There are two frontmen in the whole world whose voices I know intimately...who I can identify by the way they pronounce certain consonants...for whom I freeze when I hear the timbre of their speaking voice...the first time I heard both these bands, I *felt* the music rush through me and I knew something big had happened in my life...I feel what I imagine hollywood-style love to feel like. How sad is that? Maybe not "sad"...but I wonder sometimes if this impossible love spoils me for what's real... I wonder if I'll ever meet someone and know that something big has happened in my life. Cause, to be quite honest, I don't think it happens for everyone. Well, I guess we'll see. marisa xo ______________________________________________________________________ Post your free ad now! http://personals.yahoo.ca +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+