friends, human, sinisterines! centuries since previous post and with good reason, the fecudity of locutions has kept me in the backlogs of weblogs (am i right? is that what "weblogs" are?) still amusing and moving and manic, but impossible to respond. yet i refuse to recuse myself from at least scanning every last one and no, neither can i start from the most recent and move up (i am the sort who... well, let me put it this way, during my schooldays, the 'hardkids'--to use the jenowl neologism--used to steal my paperback novels and read the end to me as a form of mischief/torture: the end is supposed to be at the end for a reason!) and so ensues...raison 'd 8-track: for no other reason than to engender dispute, in my latest attempt to recruit for the cult, what follows is the title and sequence of my own personal best-of B&S (that there also exists a similar-if-not-quite identical mix used as the enticement doesn't mean that this does not express the essence of it) as contained on one 80-minute CD. legal man the boy w/the arab strap dirty dream #2 nice day for a sulk the state that i am in it could have been a brilliant career slow grafitti judy and the dream of horses la pastie de la bourgeoisie don't leave the light on baby expectations i could be dreaming like dylan at the movies the model seymour stein seeing other people she's losing it a century of fakers family tree a summer wasting womens realm and yes, i know, the other version has mayfly in there somewhere... rawk as rock: went out for a sonic reducer wednesday: picture this, if you can--glenn branca & the plaza in front of the world trade center! the former, the foremost composer of guitar army symphonies (there were 100 there, guitarists, i mean, ten bassists and one drummer), the latter the former tallest building(s) on this planet. the question in every one's mind: could they hear this band on the 106th floor? probably, it felt like an sst taking off on wings of ostrich guitar straight out of VU "white light, white heat"...extended for one hour...where time seemed to stretch and warp as much as you could see these steel columns rising into the sky straight and long as the neck of an aluminum fender stratocaster, the interregnum floors seeming as much as frets...wondering if the mountain had come to mohammed or vice versa...or whether mohammed was strumming the buildings... title of piece: Hallucination City. last nite was a lot of sci-fi smut read at a local queerculture bistro called dixon place. a drag queen prostitute boy becomes woman-for-a-day from nanotech biomolecules, a female scientist teases co-worker with a story of how she fuckt a black hole, and others from the nerve.com site's present presentation of this edition. i include this only as a sop to those who feel all the talk of the tour has lowered the oozey, funky, sweaty, steamy content of this list to a new low. be reading you. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+