The subject line is a quote from the Mr. PY Chu. A rather fine line, methinks. I plan to tread it, in intent not unlike Richard Long (who makes installation artworks comprising photos of country walks he's made in the form of reproduced maps and photos and stones collected in a circle on the floor (like a pagan 'consecrated place'/clearing in the forest/ space on life's journey) or, if we admit *telephone line* Sol LeWitt. Capitalise the W for added fun [ real name Sol Lewitt]. O, the intelligence and humour/huey of the sun, beaming over the telephone. He telephones instructions from New York, and people in consequence paint ordered series of lines on walls; white-painted cubic timber-skeleton cities on the floor and, increasingly, patches of complex hues on the walls, presumably done via a series of overlays of acted-upon references to a colour chart (users of programs such as photoshop will be familiar with the hue/saturation/brightness concept which arrives as a series of numbers and makes pretty patches on the screen). Here'Say are interviewed on Radio 1, and do seem to be producing some finely produced pop. Heresy is merely against the soberly (without passion) re-elected government. The dj fancies Susy. I was given half a pint of wine in a tumbler by an (*the(e)*) actress/barmaid at the French the first time I went there, in London's Soho: I asked for 'red wine; a large one please' so she smiled and emptied half a bottle into this large glass tumbler. I kept going back. The manager, escorting me out the door one night said to me: 'Not everyone likes you, but you're always very polite, and so you're always welcome back' so they're like, my family down south. I occassionally pop in between flights to impress them. There are hush hush rumours of a possible Camera Obscura/Dudley Corporation joint gig. But I'll say no more because I know no more, but it would be good. I have to re-make a compilation tape and, thankfully have already made a track-listing, so I can pick up the CD's in the right order. The previous one I listen to alot but, unfortunately, a lovely but rather scratchy recording of a Portugese love song is bleeding into the Arctic waters of a Hector Zazou/Bjork track I recorded over it. So I'll do the whole thing again. I seem to be making an elaborated bullet-pointed list to the sinister list, and I fear recriminations for its lack of consequence. So I shall stop, and send it anyway. Like the tape. Which will be carried by a variety of transports to another part of the world: a concept of which I am fond, along with the idea of a Camera Obscura/Dudley Corporation joint gig. I shall be at the Glasgow picnique. I'll be the scary silent one lost amongst all the other scary silent ones, attempting to forget imagined images projected over the internet. I suggest Peter Miller calls Ally96 on his mobile for directions to the lower entrance/exit of the Kelvingrove underground (clockwork orange: ref to the refurbishment of the line in the same year as the Burgess/Kubrick collaboration came out on screen with music by Walter/Wendy Carlos (after Beethoven) from his vantage point in, who knows? Catalonia? The Saracen's Head? A&E? Better shut up about, say, 9 paragraphs back. 2 and I'd get away with Here'say. But it would never be enough :) Gordon. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+