My Dear Dear Catastrophic Sinister Types i hope this finds everyone in a nice state of fettleness. i am tired and weary and feel like i could sleep for a thousend years. I have four deadlines biting me in the arse plus two trips to london. Actully the topics are fairly interesting so that is ok. i think i'd be a bit more pissed off about them. its very strange how you can be feeling in a bit of a mediocre mood and dulland lifeless then suddenly a gig can spur you into a moment of creativity. i just had that. i have felt a wee bit listless of the last few days. dulled by Bronte and Donne and by the weather. then suddenly BAM. I went to see Yann Tiersen thursday evening. My good god. i nearly feel as inspired as the day that went to see Amelie. I read a review of his gig today from London and it said that " an englishman could never play the same amount of instruments as Tiersen and be called anything less than arrogant" There was a real sense of occasion with this show. 100 people in a dinky theatre. i did some calculations and it turns out that only 6% of the concert goers were native english speakers which i thought was quite cool. the vast majority of them were French. i didn't feel too out of place though. i had a scarf wrapped around my neck numerous times and i tried not to look too excited. He has gone very post rock with his new material although it was still nice to hear the plinky plonky Amelie music as well. There was this song where if i closed my eyes i could swear i was at a godspeed gig or something. I am getting very very excited about the prospect of seeing the band on December 3rd. That is unless the airport authority goes on strike which is a major posibility. So close and yet so far. God willing anyway there won't any strike actions by unions that run the bloody country. I try not to go to england if i can help it. the only bits i ever see are Stansted Airport. But i am going there this next weekend and then again for the gig. I am actully quite looking forward to it. i always feel a bit like a stranger whenever i am in england. i speak the same language as all the people but i feel out of place. Almost as if i have "paddy" tattooed on my forehead or something (which would be a bit weird). I feel the same when ever i am in the states and yet i hate i my own country but i still feel at home here. very very odd. Are there any club nights around that night as i fear we are going to have to pull an all nighter cos we have to be back in Stansted for around 4 or 5 so there is no real point in getting a hostel. so if anyone could give me any pointers as to what to do that would be grate with a capital G i am off to try and think of a reason not to go out tonight. and Oh if no one has heard of the hidden camera's shame on you. they kick veritable arse tara jnthn +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+