Good evening, dears! Or morning/afternoon, as it were. You're everywhere, scattered strategically round the world! I've been made famous! By the illustrious Rachel Fruitloop! Well, okay. Maybe not. Certainly, not everyone can reach the Ken Chu levels of notoriety in life; I don't know that I dare aspire to it, even. But, thanks Rachel Fruitloop! I am basking in your warm glow! Really. Big long-distance smooches. It's been a . . . weekend, and since you asked so kindly, yes, I will tell you all about it. I receieved a stunning package in the mail on Saturday*. It contained FOUR tapes, yes, count them. And more. And I must say, it was brilliantly done, as was all the accompanying writing. Mmmmm. I'm still pouring over them, avidly. You know how it is. I'll be doing that for months. I have a perma-grin. My face actually hurts. Well. Moving along. It rained! Sadly, this is probably the second most interesting thing that happened over the past couple of days, the long-awaited arrival of aforementioned package ranking first, of course. So, maybe it wasn't that interesting of a weekend. Hush. Not only has summer slid quietly into autumn, leaving the nights and mornings cool and lush, but clouds are still hanging low in the sky, the moon just a faint outline behind them. While it's not raining now, the air is thick and heavy, and surely it will during the night. I hope I wake to thunder, and raindrops pattering on the window. That would be perfect. Even more perfect than right now, that is. So what else? Well, I've tossed together a mixed tape for a friend of mine tonight. It lacks all pretense of artistry; I just went for the sampler concept. Apparantly, she is too busy making music to listen to it, which is fine, and where I come in. See, anyone within a 50 mile vicinity who has not heard of B&S, Nick Drake, The Clientele, etc etc, well, they're fair game once they fall into my clutches. She will be educated. Indeed. You may sleep easy. I certainly will. Sigh. Speaking of which, I suppose that's what I'm going to do now. After my rendevous with a smooth Turkish blend called Camel Light. Right. I'm off. Much, much love and sweet dreams, Shannon. * I'm writing a full report now, Sam, but it's going to be LONG. Hold tight ;-) +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+