Hello sinister, I have been sitting here for almost 10 minutes attempting to write a reasonable introduction to this shambles and failing with excellence. I'm not sure that this direct admission of failure works any better than the failures themselves, but at least it contains two things worth noting 1) this post will be shambolic, and 2) I am an excellent failure. I don't think there was anything particularly wondrous that was burning a hole in my outbox, but I guess I just wanted to chip away at the coating of lurkerdom that has enveloped me. Even though I know that one of the rules clearly states that you shouldn't email something unless you yourself would like to receive it (it's got a commandment vibe to it doesn't it?), I can't help but feel that this post is going to be dispatched whether I like it or not. It's awfully therapeutic, no? I guess I could comment on stuff and things, that's always a good place to start. Right'o. Lambchop at Albert Hall a fortnight ago was something fantabulous. I would even go as far as to say that it was the best gig/concert/thing that I have ever seen (in my entire life, etc). I'm sure there a plenty of people who would disagree, but at the end of the day, I have never been that euphoric during and after a gig. They played as a 13 piece band, and managed to pull off faultless segues from subdued moments of serenity to stupendous sections of what can only be called "whigging out". I guess I'm inherently biased because I love Kurt Wagner's songwriting, but he really did show his brilliance that evening as a band leader and performer in his own right. I think all of the songs I would possibly have requested or hoped for were played, and the one that has always made me go all giddy and glaze over "Up With People" was spectacular. I suppose, what I was trying to say from the beginning was that this was my perfect gig (using a similar definition for "perfect" that David did in referring to albums a fortnight ago) in that I went giddy with excitement as soon as they started playing and remained on that level until well after they had finished and packed up. Infact I think I only glanced at my watch once, and that was late in the set when I began praying that they would say bollocks to the curfew and keep playing for another 10 hours. I honestly could've listened until dawn. I'm not competent enough to write a proper review of it, so my calamitous expression of glee will have to suffice. I'm sure I had something else to say before I started that ramble about the gig, but it got lost somewhere in the enthusiasm. Perhaps I can sum up everything in a paragraph. Belated hugs, hello's and how-are-you's to all the people from the Greenwich picnic, Cat Power gig, various footballing outings, Primrose Hill picnic, escapades at the Bappsy Trotwood, various outings in Camden and the like, and even as far back as ATP. To all the lovely Londoners that have been so very welcoming and friendly over the last couple of months I thank you especially. Finally, I just want to say hello and give a large hug to Stefano, with whom a growing number of splendarous days & nights are being had. Oh yeah, there's always one tacked on the end isn't there...to Mr B Apps: I'm missing you already!! Okiedoke, that's about enough from me at the moment. Though there is one more thing. Has anyone else noticed that posting to sinister is much like horse riding. Once you've fallen into lurkerdom, the longer you wait to get back into action, the harder it is to do so. I guess I just stated the obvious, but...oh well. I'll see some of you this weekend in Brighton, others of you elsewhere in the near future, some of you I'll perhaps unknowingly pass in the street and a large number of you I shall perhaps never meet at all. Until then. Love Jeremy ps. one of these days I'll learn to write something that is both tangible and readable. But baby until then... -------------------------------- http://www.breams.co.uk Home of all things breamsy +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+