I don't know if this will be of any interest to you, but Stuart's first introduction of himself on the previous band web site has been added to the writing archive on their current site. David Moore's name carried all the weight in my request. Frankly, it's slighter than I remembered it, with Stuart's contribution just a border to provide context. (But you're probably the type who looks at frames and judges their appropriateness first, for all that it will tell you about your host.) Maybe he was deflecting attention from himself, but without the shyness that I once thought his individuality represented. In the days when he stood apart from his fans and offered a private smile to the camera. And I see where scrupulously putting on a lab coat in the dark room and feeling guilty for not running every day fit into a pattern. But he's lighter now. I thought of the subject line while listening to "The Way Of The Vaselines" at the gym. I think it was during 'Oliver Twisted' or 'The Day I Was A Horse'. But in the car, I noticed there is a line about galloping through the dew in 'Rory Rides Me Raw'. That (the line or all the jostling up and down imaginary stairs) and watching "Un Chien Andalou" have put weird images in my head. In a heartless moment, I threw away a tape of their songs that an old friend had made for me. All the songs on the tape are on the compilation and it was recorded over another singer's songs, i.e., over another release. He let the tape run so that it recorded noises in the room. People who go to clubs and dance all night to their favorite songs feel good like I do by the 7th song. But they're so high, they're such expert dancers, they don't need to care about the song too much. When was work free? When did people feel this good working? Today I heard "The old golden savages killed their philosophers." That friend sent me a funny note about repression, its positive aspects. I think I really understand him now. It is impossible to get to the bottom of things. And to try to do so would run counter to another principle, which is supposed to be expressed in "Hamlet". I can't find the passage, but it's about how in our actions, we reveal ourselves, so we should take care. That's a very poor paraphrase, but it's from something a professor said that has been rattling around in my head for three years. I should have looked it up then. Have you ever watched a silent film? I watched my first one yesterday. It was Fritz Lang's "Metropolis". I didn't know this before, but there are stills with just text; of course, not enough to match up with what everyone has been saying, but enough to settle any doubts left by exaggerated gestures. It's probably not that way with Chaplin's films or with Buster Keaton's. So fine and neat are their movements. I wonder to what extent changes in the text would affect our interpretation of the film. There must be clear limits (for which I am grateful). But then again, you're probably the type to see a world of difference in the addition of a comma. There was a scene where the foreman was whistling for the workers' attention. The music became nearly silent while they were ignoring him, then suddenly keyed up when they started to follow him. And in the scenes where the inventor Rotwang is chasing Maria, the music seems joyous instead of foreboding, maybe for a comedic touch. It's funny that ultimately Rotwang suffers, and nobody else. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Sports - sign up for Fantasy Baseball http://sports.yahoo.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 +-+ +-+ "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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+