Um, hi... I went to see the go betweens tonight and as expected they were superb. It was a balmy evening, as per usual, but that didn't stop us dancing up a very small amount of storm activity. In fact, our rapturous applause was sufficient in its volume and longevity to entice them back for 3 encores. Really, can I ask for anything more of an evening? There was a guy there dancing and trying to sing along without knowing any of the words. To my bleary eyes he was a dead ringer for Mr Casarotto, just 10 years older. For most of the time his gawky dancing and open mouthed bah-bahing made him look like a goldfish on speed (though come to think of it perhaps a goldfish would've looked a little less awkward). Actually, these last few days have seen a plethora of gigs in Perth, although most of you will probably not understand the enormity of there being a decent gig in this hum-drum town, let alone multiple. We get so few bands touring here and have such poor talent in the 'local scene' that even a passable act with something more to offer than indie-rock-standard-issue-angst-ridden-four-piece material is received like a godsend. So seeing the go betweens & spoon tonight and idlewild last night was perhaps more fulfilling than should be expected. In other news, valentines day happened. *scowls at the 'happy couple' people* I hate valentines day. Everyone is so damn chirpy and smug. I think there should be a day celebrating everyone who's too [insert shortcoming here] to be in a relationship. Maybe I'm just overly bitter, but there's certainly something about getting sympathy valentines from friends and family that smarts a tad. In my next life I'm going to boycott all celebratory days other than birthdays. No more christmas! No more valentines day! No more bloody australia day! But I guess I'll just have to make do with going on festivity alert. Whenever a festive occasion is nearing I'll use my traditional strategy of total anti-social behaviour. Which usually amounts to sitting in my room and mentally scowling at the rest of humanity, or eating far too many sweets and feeling ill for hours. Either way, the end result is one seriously grumpy bastard. Anyways, my minute(s) on this virtual soapbox are over. I certainly hope the next speaker uses their time to greater effect. Pleasantries and all that. Jeremy +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+