Helloooooooo Sinister! (That was, just for your information, a verbal imitation of a really bad Swedish artist, and most probably no one of you will understand my great sense of humour by doing that as my introduction since you^Òre not Swedish so sod it. But anyways.) I have my easter break now, haha it is so nice! I^Òm listening to music, sleeping, watching daytime television, eventually wanting to buy every single thing from ^ÓTV-SHOP^Ô, and ^ÓNordic Shopping^Ô. I^Òve had the crave for the Mitsu Knife since I was a kid. And the world^Òs smallest Juicepress, which you have gotten for free if you call within ten minutes since 1993. And the SuperStyler. And Quick N Brite. I don^Òt even have a car to polish, but damn people, that stuff is amazing. [I am not mental. It^Òs just that once you get stuck in front of that stuff you^Òll want it. Even though it^Òs completely useless. I^Òd never buy it though.] Oh God. I really AM in the television-generation. When I was little my parents used to tell me that I^Òd get squareshaped eyes if I watched too much television. It^Òs not happened yet, but even then, I was sort of like ^ÓI guess I could handle that.^Ô Slightly scared though. One thing that^Òs not bad television, though, is Six Feet Under. I really love that show, it is absolutely fabulous. So, what have I been doing the last couple of weeks then? Well, I^Òve hung with both the band Interpol from New York, and one of my favourite artists, Jesse Malin. They were both playing, Interpol on a Friday, Jesse on a Saturday, and since it was at this bar and Amanda (my best friend who^Òs also my dad^Òs girlfriend^Òs daughter) and I couldn^Òt get in, her dad (who^Òs a producer and has got about five billion weird contacts throughout Stockholm^Òs music business) made it possible for us to go and see the soundchecks instead and hang with them. AH! How lovely it was. I love Jesse Malin, he^Òs so wonderful. A truly sweet man. He was going to play Ryan Adams (his best friend) mine and Amanda^Òs demo version of Ryan^Òs song Tomorrow, because I gave it to him. It was all really great, until I got home, played it to my mum and sister, realized how shitty it was and went out on the balcony to cry for a while because I had just handed it to Jesse and there was no return. Then I realized I was acting spoilt and all and so I decided to be really thankful for it instead. So there goes. Hurrah! On Wednesday, I^Òm going to see Bounce Street Dance Company and their new show. How street of me, I already feel down with da hiphop. Yo. This got me thinking about one period in my life when I would walk around saying ^ÓAre you down with da hiphop?!^Ô in a really aggressive tone to pale, pretentious indiekids just to be a bit politically incorrect. Oh, I found so much joy in doing that. I don^Òt do it anymore. Why? I should start doing it again, it really is amusing. Oh, by the way, why didn^Òt anyone warn me about the amount of time needed in trying to get a summer job when you^Òve never worked in your entire life before? It is so hard. Ok, not really. I^Òm just really lazy as usual, and I want to work as a gardener at the local graveyard, it seems sort of cool, except that I can never send in the application because I^Òm so good at procrastinating, and because I don^Òt know shit about gardening. I just imagine myself having use of this since I will A) At least be working my arse off for a bad wage outdoors and not locked up somewhere B) Have a funny story to tell when I get famous with my band (helloooo confidence). I can just see it ^ÓWhen I was 16 I spent my summer at the graveyard.^Ô And people will think I^Òm crazy. I don^Òt know why that would be a good thing, but what the hell. C) Become deep and start thinking about life and death and blah blah blah. I^Òve applied for a job at a café ten minutes from my house, and then I might have to work at a hospital as a cleaner. If I^Òm so lucky. Hrrrrrr. It would be so much easier if I got a record deal and got to record this really good album and get just enough money to keep me alive during the summer months. Ah, it is a nice dream. I^Òm not going to talk more about myself now, but since I can^Òt really think of anything more to write [about myself] I will let you all go now. Read the next mail, you fools. Why did you read this far? I am dull. Take care, Stars and Easter Eggs Astrid x PS. This is my way of saying hello to people TRL-style: OH MY GOD my name is Astrid and I^Òm from Stockholm, Sweden, wooohooo!!! I want to give a shout out to all my friends at sinister, Anders (come back home soon), Fran (letter is on its way), Miss Alex (I am thinking about if I should be re-doing the mixtape or not, sorry for being so lazy) and everyone else, woohooo!!! PPS. For those of you who don^Òt know, TRL or Total Request Live is an awful show with a top ten list of the most popular videos in the USA with TONS of obnoxious teens screaming their guts out and scaring celebrities coming there to promote themselves. It is hosted by actually-quite-ugly Carson Daly and other chirpy types. Most of the show consists of a background sound of ^ÓIIIIIIIHHHHHHH^Ô. Teenage Girls Gone Wrong. Very Scary. ______________________________________________________________ For up-to-the-minute music news, reviews and specials visit http://www.nme.com Get free e-mail (anyname@nme.com) now at http://www.nmemail.com The sender of this e-mail is NOT an employee or associate of NME, nme.com or any other IPC magazine. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister@missprint.org. 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