Duke wrote: my suggestion is go and reinvent the world to your own
taste and have a laugh at the folks who don't understand why you say you love POP and who frankly couldn't give a toss anyway. I love Pop. But you aleady knew that.
No sooner does Duke mention his pet pop theories than two more trusted and valued listees bugger off. What's the appeal of Boston? I've been there, and the best thing about it is the fantastic warehouses with sculpture of swans on top that you can see from the train as it chugs slowly into town. It's very flat, and surrounded by cabbages, and people drink huge quantities of real ale. I imagine it's a lot like Preston, only in Lincolnshire. Which is no bad thing, I hasten to add. Just in case. Pop, pop, pop! Ever since the early days of christianity, young people have spent the festive season pondering the meaning of this delightfully onamatopeepoopotic expression. I have looked it up in the dictionary, because that's the kind of tedious buffoon I am, and this is what I found: Pop - 1862. Colloq. abbrev. of popular concert Heavens to Betsy! What fools we have made of ourselves! In Spanish it means music derived from black musical styles and British folklore music, which narrows it down quite a lot if you think about it. Anyway, I'm going to opt for "popular concert" and I urge you all to do the same. It makes sense for "Top of the Pops" at any rate, the upper reaches of popular concerts - spot on! Here's another definition: Pop singers, pop groups - those whose records sell in large numbers and who are most popular on radio, TV and in discotheques Top of the pops - disc, etc which (calculated by sales) is most popular during a given period of time. What utter poppycock! More pop pondering is required. Keiths are notriously irreplaceable in pop circles. Imagine the Stones without Keith, and reel back in horror at the sight of The WHO without Moon the Loon. Not to mention the obvious decline in Mike Batt's Wombles after Keith Emerson left to pursue a solo career with Emerson Lake and Palmer. So it comes as no surprise that I find myself pining for our own Keith Watson. Keith, it's gonna be a blue blue Christmas without you, Big Tackle. This morning I stroked a donkey and a baby cow. Beat that, popular concert pickers! And while we're on the subject, don't despair if you fail miserably to get a Christmas snog, New Year's Eve is just around the corner, and everyone gets a snog then, regardless of physical repulsiveness. Sister Disco +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list please mail "sinister@majordomo.net". To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to "majordomo@majordomo.net". For list archives and searching, list rules, FAQ, poor jokes etc, see http://www.majordomo.net/sinister +---+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" +---+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+