Sinister: You'd be surprised how I wanna see you again
DON'T LISTEN TO ME The Pinefox a prophet? Who'd a thunk it? I had some stuff written about ATP, then I realised that it was completely irrelevant to anything. All I can say is thank God the go-karts weren't running. I'm a sucker for tradition, as you know. Or maybe I'm just a sucker. Jelly, please. The future is, more or less, more important. Yes, really. So now we have a picnic AND a Tigermilking to look forward to. We are truly blessed. Thank you Mark. And Lucy. And Sally. And probably Robinson. And whoever else. I WAS DOWN IN THE CLINIC I was in hospital today. Why are consultants called 'Mr' instead of 'Dr'? It makes me wary. Have they passed the necessary exams? I'd ask our resident house doctor, but he's gone down under. He's a man at work. Anyway, a man was sitting next to me, reading a magazine and eminating strange, excited 'huh-uh!' grunts every so often. I wondered what he could be reading to provoke such a response. I looked across and found it was.....equestrian weekly. Before you ask, I'm perfectly well. I'm not sure I can say the same for the horse, though. THE NURSE TUT-TUTS Earlier on I'd seen a girl in a 1982 Scotland shirt. Impressive, I thought. Then I saw her again. Stunning. Mine Wullie! Naw, mine Alan! Oh dear... Later I saw Lloyd Cole in a charity shop. That *was* astounding. He looked...moody. I was elated. At home I listened to 'Somewhere In China' on mid-eighties vinyl for the first time. I think it actually sounded better. Than the Foxgloves, I mean. Robin said he'd applied to be a weatherman. His qualifications are notable. But is this anything like the time he was forced into the inventing trade? And did he invent anything? A self-writing Sinister post would be a help to all of us. Especially, as you can see, me. Please arrange it Robin. Oh, and make it sunny this weekend, there's a good chap. What *is* a bollard anyway? NOW WE DON'T HAVE A COUNTRY I've been boycotting the USA for 22 years. I'm not sure of it's noticed yet. Perhaps in future, it'll start boycotting me. I WANT SURPRISES Brian said that 'Spring Rain' is a country song. I still don't understand. Was that what Lloyd was talking about? Youn said: Stuart sings about Edinburgh in "I Could Be Dreaming": "I took a walk up Castlehill". Which I think might actually be about a place in Ayrshire. Don't quote me on that, though. Well, you can if you want. I HAVE A TASK I would have joined in with Peter's Ribena strike had I known about it sooner. Alas, too late, for today I had a Ribena ice-lollie. Which is an achievment, given that I didn't even know they existed. I offered a young lady a suck of my pole, which one might almost say was met with a look of violence. But then, she's a violent girl. Not often violet; mostly ultra. I still refuse to believe the news, btw. Only 2 religious festivals have been written about so far; still so much to do.. I NEED TWO FEDS I'm still waiting for the second installment of the Inspector Bobby Forster story. Where is it? Someone has been trying to persuade me to go and see B&S in Spain. This seems like a good idea, until I consider that it is, in fact, not. I think we May have seen the first day of summer. I wanted to listen to something. It turned out that it was early Stereolab, but by then it was too late. STUART MURDOCH; THE RUMOURS WERE TRUE He was doing the sound for at least half of the Hefner gig, I think. He was doing the rounds for the rest. Someone said it was the best gig the Obscura have ever played. I think I just about agree with him. Hayman and the lads weren't too bad either, for a support act. I want Belle and Sebastian to play a cover of 'You're shite and you know you are' by The Strange Fruit Crowd vs Martin Robinson. Wicked! I think that's enough for now. Alasdair xx _________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+
I never thought I'd be a lurker. I don't think I like the term 'lurker' anyhow. as much as I don't think I like the term 'smoker'. so. a few things I thought about posting but never did. and probably for good reasons I can no longer recall. warning: THIS IS LONG-WINDED AND POINTLESS _____________ I went to see steve malkmus at the queen margaret union. a short [shorter than I], bald [quite, quite bald], portly man with bushy eyebrows passed me by in the foyer. not really a foyer. but. and I think 'that's bill wells, isn't it?'. but I can't be sure. except that it does look remarkably like bill wells. I forget about it and go and get a drink. there are some young ladies I know that are in attendance at the concert so I decide that following them around would be preferable to sitting alone. by myself. so we sit. together. and then move. I follow. weaving through the crowd to find a favourable position to view [and, of course, listen to] the support band [lonecop] I step on a foot. I'm a nice person. I had accidentally injured someone, even if only very slightly, so I apologise. but, for some reason, I apologise in a rather queer manner. I look PAST the person I've tread on, smile and whisper 'sorry'. by this time the girls have moved deep into the crowd and I decide not to bother pursuing them. I stand back against the wall, beside the person I had only just trampled. I drink my pint. lonecop play. a long, long first one. a bow on an electric guitar. that's been done before. I look 'round at the bloke and I think 'that's chris geddes, isn't it?'. but I can't be sure. a man and a woman pass me and maybe-geddes by. maybe-geddes taps the man's shoulder. the tapped man turns and looks at me. I look at maybe-geddes and offer a half shrug. he sees maybe-geddes and erupts with greetings. he's conversing with maybe-geddes and, inbetween words, shouts something at the lonecop, bow-wielding, singing man. the lonecop, bow-wielding, singing man is on the defensive and immediately looks out into the audience and says 'whit wis that?'. the tapped man doesn't anticipate this and continues talking to maybe-geddes, not noticing the 'whit wis that?'. the lonecop, bow-wielding, singing man says 'okay then'. the tapped man turns and shouts again. lonecop, bow-wielding, singing man peers out into the crowd and sees the tapped man and looks 'round at other members of the band and says 'ahh, right'. like he knows the tapped man. I forget about it and go and get a drink. I return to my spot against the wall with a new drink. I look over to the side of the stage and notice maybe-geddes chatting with the bill wells-a-like I had noticed earlier. I conclude that it probably is bill wells and chris geddes. I leave my spot and join the girls at the front. fun concert. steve is kinda fun. but he mentions celtic as soon as he gets on stage. mistake. afterwards I walk to the thirteenth note club and have an enjoyable evening. _____________ I went to see hefner/camera obscura at the thirteenth note club. halfway through camera obscura's set I turn around and see darren hayman behind me. I laugh at him. he asks me if I want a fight. I say I don't. we chat, briefly, and I realise I am very drunk. I decide to get another drink. I spend the rest of the concert seated. trying to stay upright. a few people who had consumed as much, if not more, than I seemed completely in control of most of their faculties. I was done. afterwards I go upstairs and stand around. I have another drink. for some [or no} reason. stuart murdoch is pointed out to me. I mis-understand what the pointer is trying to achieve for quite a while. stuart murdoch is wearing a striped t-shirt. horizontally striped. I try to look sober and mention that there's a man wearing a visor. I leave. _____________ and that's that. I'll store up at least another two boring anecdotes [is that oxymoronic? probably just moronic] before I attempt to post again. yes. thank you. richard. ____________________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get your free @yahoo.co.uk address at http://mail.yahoo.co.uk or your free @yahoo.ie address at http://mail.yahoo.ie +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+
Alasdair fits lots of people's names into his posts, which is something I never manage. He's very funny too. I think he should post more often.
Robin said he'd applied to be a weatherman. Is this anything like the time he was forced into the inventing trade? And did he invent anything?
I don't know if I ever said or not, but at the time I had lots of suggestions for inventions from helpful Sinister folk. The best idea was Kevan Cooke's device for rescuing plectrums when they fall into guitars. In the end, though, I had to confess to Jerry Singer that I was a cheap fraud, an inventing tart, and he stopped phoning as mysteriously as he had begun. Oh, I don't suppose anyone understands this, try searching the archives for "Jerry Singer". His voice still haunts my dreams. As for the weather on Primrose Hill, a sinister front forming from all directions will mean it's sunny, of course. Further down the road it will rain and a monkey's uncle, blown by his powerful bottom wind from his tree in da jungle, will land on the face of Mrs Persil who lives at number twenty six. But at Primrose Hill the weather will be peachy. I also predict that someone, whose name begins with R and has just had a haircut, will bring a cake that tastes better than it looks. Honestly it does. Robin. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+
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Alasdair Cook -
Richard Gillanders -
Robin Stout