Sinister: my head is my only house unless it rains
'clear spot' ain't so bad. I prefer the don van vliet yin. to the pernice brothers yin. or even the stacey shackleford yin. I thought about things that had been. a few days ago. I did the thinking. the things had been. a while before that. I knew the lights didn't always have to be off. and in the end they weren't. but it was the end. and I had to leave. now. there was more socialising. I'm not quite used to it yet. but I might be getting better. sometimes I have nothing to say. I appear rude. no doubt. talking briefly about odysseus' home. an island that could be reached by foot. and men at work. both varieties. there are only two? but in different rooms. with 'when I'm 64' on the way. among others. and getting home at quarter to three. it was a coincidence. but there was no coincidence. of the line and the getting. it had passed and I think I heard jim o'rourke as I pulled into the driveway. it isn't any good if you feel bad because someone annoys you. like you feel bad because you got annoyed. the song 'here come the warm jets' makes me want some ice cream. there must be an explanation. I actually know the reason. and I don't think it makes me silly. I foundandfinished 'the third policeman' and enjoyed it very much. there's the 'golden hours' connection to brian eno. and it seems like brian stole a phrase from one of the one-legged men for that one. 'blank frank'. a man with a wooden leg named finnucane. dick van dyke would probably have something to say about that. I'll take better care with my modifier placements. or maybe I won't. I confuse myself. I've been enjoying 'diagnosis murder' recently. why? life without buildings again. tomorrow. even if it isn't really feasible. better than life without talent. and we all know what equals that. or I do. at any rate. last week there was tracer beforehand. I don't know how. someone said. 'they're from belfast.'. and it put a whole new perspective on it. I forget just how. just now. the last song lasted longer than the lot they played before it lumped together. ludicrous. before them there was a lady [on closer inspection] with a personal computer trying to redo the 'williams mix'. or something else. that doesn't really sound like the 'williams mix'. and sounds more like the aphex twin. on further reflection I quite enjoyed her. show. I'm all for making sense. don't stop. it. 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 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+
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Richard Gillanders