halo sinistrine. i came back from my adventures abroad. then i went to LA and got so sick i could do little but sleep.. so i missed the meet. please have another when i'm not so ill. i must have izone pix of all of your shoes. now i sit in a cube in a small dark room with other sad people in anticipation... it has been a slow death, but friday, the head falls all the way off, and we will be left in a ghost town to clean up afterwards. i know companies die all the time. i know it's sad to see eras end. but this one was so special.. this is devastating not just for the community of people that have been employed here for years: this is sad because the company [was] a music distributor. (if you live in the us and bought a belle and sebastian cd released on matador, you can betcher trousers it went through us first.) and tho i think my label will be ok, struggling with other little distros elsewhere, i am mourning the loss of so many little indie lables that have only thrived with our help. they will now be gone forever. and all those people who give so much to make something pretty while they can to give back to the world will now be in debt and never be heard. it is sadder than sad. plase never stop buying records. i think i shall work in the library. i will get lost in children's books and think of my adventures in engerlund. i will still play in the piano bar at night, but i will play more than 'cocoon' and 'we rule the school'.. i will play 'fox in the snow' and remember the foxes i saw. the one who crept up behind me on the streets of london the night before i left, who caused me to "eek! a fox!" and the one in the form of a lake in the hills of northern california that i saw the next day on my flight home. and i will still wonder what it all means. (if anybody knows, please, do tell.) i suppose i can't post without mentioning *him*... well, he called me yesterday, from his newly appointed post at home, unemployed like everybody else now. he was feeding her cat his tuna. but still managed to flirt with me.. and today he signed on to tell me farewell. he has flown away to engerlund now. then to czech republic. and he acted like i went without him on purpose.. as intelligent as he is, he must not be so daft as to think i wasn't waiting for him to say as much as two words to get me to wait for him, what with all the begging i did to make him come with me. he must know i only went so i could bear his disappearing. still, he proves himself time and again to be a dumb boy. confound it all, i love him tho. and this just feels like.. spinning plates. --juju girl in the snow, where will you go to find someone that will do to tell someone all the truth before it kills you listen to your crazy laugh before you hang a right and disappear from sight.. what do they know anyway... _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+