So, first off... i'm slightly miffed that no one from our (perhaps formerly) large-ish finnish contingent has bothered to fill me in on whats what in helsinki. what gives? wither Jarkko? wither Ulla? where should i stay? where can i eat? is there any gallery action that is 'un missable?' is the public transportation confusing? however, despite finnish disappointment i would like to say a big thankyou to greece for producing RETSINA MALAMATINA!!! which, due to being cheap and coming in half-litre bottles, is now my favourite thing IN THE WORLD!!! its good in a way that makes later EC irrelevant. In fact, after 2 bottles of it i totally forget about the last 5 years of EC. and no, i don't mean electric circus. so i cried while listening to the last joan of arc ep. hurray! R O B Y N F A D D E N ! ! ! ! ! ! yes!!! it was about time she posted, i was going to have to introduce the subject of shoes myself... but robyn, what became of the white campers you saw that day, those spectral shoozles...do they haunt you? or have you moved on to others? will the craving for shoes ever be sated? you realize that if you go to japan what once was merely the desire for nice shoes will morph into an insane quest to replace your entire wardrobe. my friend rob picked up this marvelous fake army-surplus jacket that says 'rare electro rock' in pink gothic letters on the back while in japan. my drooling only recently subsisted. i was looking at shoes myself and i was wondering why none of the fake campers were able to replicate that mysetrious and perfect roundness of the toe that the real deal so easily manage? don't the manufacturers of these camper-knock-offs see that it is precicely the shape and not the intricate stitching of the leather and sneaker-like lacing that contains the camper shoe's mystical allure? what i'm driving at is that i badly want a pair of campers but can't afford them and none of the knock offs will do so i cower and cry. what i, however, never wanted; at all ever, and in fact need precicely as much as i need tuberculosis, is a collaborative recording of various and sundry 'pop hits' from a too thoroughly nostalgised period performed with ersatz errudition by a talented but sometimes dull opera singer with help from a once great new wave pop song writer (who is now thoroughly washed up and operates exclusively in the adult contemporary 'genre'). i just thought i would make that clear. campers yes, A-S vM + EC no. also robyn fadden mentioned that she, like ruvi like others found kings of convenience boring, well i would mention my own contribution to the subject on march thirty-first when i said:
forget kings of convenience they might be popular but they'll never be interesting,
but then sarah clarke said this
Just the other day I attached a Kings of Convienience album to a pneumatic drill, and terrorised the streets of the Brixton with it. When I dropped it, I drilled a hole right through to the centre of the earth, and scared a few dwarfs down there, who were playing Magic Cards! A ground breaking album indeed, ho ho ho!
and now i am madly in love with her. i love how it also perfectly involves nerd-baiting too! rah! take that computer science! but if that wasn't good enough:
Yay, 40 minutes till I can go home and play my BASS. Bass is the best instrument of any.
for real! my totally ficticious ardour increases exponentially at the introduction of such an instrument! i'm seized by the sudden desire to get on my bike, pedal accross the ocean and sweep her away to 'the casbah' and get busy putting the ass back in bass...whew! but then, i'm sure she wouldn't have me, what with my mind like a sewer and my heart like a fridge...no, instead of lewd, low-end imaginative scenarios i think sarah, robyn and i should form some kind of sinister bass conspiracy. the streets would rumble with the sound of our bassy approach. another reason why bass is great is because you can look cooler doing it than any other instrument, it gives the perfect aire of detatchment to even the most invloved motion. my bass is a fake paul mccartney bass. it is light and tiny. youn suggested that perhaps EC had seized control of the power grid, or had in some how insinuated himself into what germans call kraftwerk, which can only be wishful speculation since the thought of him controlling vast patterns of lighting in buildings is infinitely preferable to the thought of him doing another album, or continuing to wear that aweful little hat. really, you'd think cait would make him get a different one, it makes him look like some sort of little pet-creature dressed up in human clothes and photographed in "endearing" poses for use in tacky hallmark calendars. ree-volting. i guess i'm out of steam. which is good, because humans should usually not have any steam in them in the first place, all the water in the human body (with the exception of some allowable vapour in the lungs) should be in its liquid form....but if one happens to be an antique, steam-driven automaton then it is not good for the steam to escape because then it ruins your carefully constructed veneer of life-like-ness, and also probably reduces the air pressure that your pneumatic works need to opperate. s t e v e nn +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+