The provinces, again. Old inspirations. The piles of clouds on every horizon through tinted windows. The woods. The 'suburban' streets with their multiple boozers. Left at the side of the road like a figure in a film noir - but it's all in colour. DJ Cockfarmer wasn't, mind. He wore all black. He's a Goth. You know I said the Beard was Back? I was right. DJC talked of what the Yanks think of the pinefox. It is unrepeatable. Doctor Groove came on like a Czech revolutionary poet. Terry Wogan did not perform the Waggle Dance. sinister content: DJ Carsmile showed up looking maybe like a Small Faces fan. He played no Small Faces. On the Cowley Road I was excited to be on the Cowley Road, obviously. The chippy was Cambodian, but sold fish. In the Latrino the kids came and went, and they weren't talking of Di Livio. They headed downstairs every gal jack of them to where hot action was. An inferno, and a disco to wellington, I mean, boot. I only went there for the bog, of Arran. I didn't see Geneva Fairport, I think she'd already sailed. DJCockfarmer spoke very intelligently about pop, interviews, Lennon, the Clientle and, more crucially, THE BOSS. If you'e not interested in the Boss, don't worry - I am. DJC cleverly said that camp and irony should be a personal thing, not a collective one. At that point I felt I knew I was in the presence of a pop thinker I could do business with. American Express, ma'am? No, Oxford Tube. DJC played some hits: 'We Could Walk Together', 'Piccadilly Palare', 'Rattlesnakes', 'TWBTAS'. He marred it a little by playing his favourite songs of recent times at the end, and giving me a full-frontal chance to realize, once and for all, that they were both turgid and terrible. Emily Wsizskaskas implied that I was relatively impenetrable; and I didn't mind. Mooro said:
I don't think enough of you have been reading the second chapter of Peter Millers's novel Mucky Pups at cos its only at Number One in the popularity listing.
one of her everso tender and loving "nothing
Well, I certainly haven't. What do you think I am, a fan of that geezer or something? personal but if you're posting more than once a day ... " mails soon. It's true. Stevie T and Ally96 have got to cool down and post less often.
Rener, did someone supply a full name for P F's 23rd best songwriter yet? I supposed Gene Clark, but who knows in such an idiosyncratic listing.
Idiotic? We'll see who's idiotic. Oh, I see. Gene Clark, yes, of course.
Isn't geehaw something to do with training horses to turn left or right?
It's an invented verb. [- Aren't they all? choruses the Pedants Against Pedants Society.]
Doesn't Kelvingrove's Museum & Art Gallery look romantic during the sunset?
I don't know; but the English countryside does. I think this is where I came in. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Make international calls for as low as $.04/minute with Yahoo! Messenger http://phonecard.yahoo.com/ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+