so i came home one day to find a mouse had gone mt.etna in my kitchen. which was more like making mincemeat than a mountain of a molehill since the poor bastard decided to play in my air-cleaner and ended up coming out of the top vent of said contraption in a volcano-like spew. he bent one of the fan blades inside too and i had to scrape him off the walls and floor etc. made me kind of glad that i have to move in early september. yet seeing the potential places to move into is also kind of horrifying....the rental market in this city is horrid. anyway... i can almost hear robyn fadden from here, going 'hear me! i gloat! hear me gloat! terah teree!" about her impending vancouver show at the prestigeous croatian cultural center! which is on commercial avenue, which is where her trent lives i hear... she'll probably just stroll on over to the show after having some kind of home made pasta extravaganza at his place and then see belle and sebastian with perfect hair like she was just stepping out for some milk or something. fug. "hey, i'm just zipping down the street to see belle and sebastian play at the croatian's." "ok, i'll come with you, remind me to get some more yoghurt on the way back." LENIN IS MY UNICORN, YOU ARE MY PEGASUS yeah, so i'm not screaming with tears like i'm tim kinsella or anything about the lack of belle and sebastian touring toronto. i mean, i always feel uncomfortable about being reminded that toronto isn't the center of the entire universe and that all bands must play here because we matter more than vancouver, and have better clothes over-all and fewer hippies (who really bring the clothes average down) and none of those fucking mountains blocking your uninterrupted view of the smog or buffalo like we do. actually, i think the mountains also figure in to their egregious hippie problem too....hmmm....anyway, they (meaning neil) apologised to us for finking out twice and they'll come eventually or maybe they'll break up and never play here ever. for the record thousands of great bands haven't come to toronto ever or haven't come in the longest time or broke up before they got here. i don't think the pastels ever made it to toronto. in their entire breif career i don't think that young marble giants ever played toronto. all kinds of awesome US bands don't play here, the makeup played here once (twice?) and then avoided us for 3 years n' then broke up, poundsign haven't ever come; the clientele played toronto but were horrid...personally i'm more upset about new order not playing toronto than belle and sebastian. new order! why have you deserted me?! i think i'll grow a beard that i won't shave until i get to see new order. no, beards are bad. as surely as marijuana leads to heroin, beards lead to either increasing unwonted eccentricity or hemp clothing and arhythmic djembe playing. personally, i think belle and sebastian are too FEMALE REPRODUCTIVE ORGAN to play toronto. toronto is the city that they DARE NOT play. they're afraid that some band from missassaugua or dundas will upstage them, they're afraid of the locust like swarms of APHIDS that throng the streets and cram the airconditioners. yeah...i'm totally offended that neil didn't come out with the truth...they're just too damn scared to face toronto. grrrr. yeah, i dunno what the entire kerfuffle from julie, deb and all was about with the belle and sebastian not coming to our big important east coast cities...red geisha was like 'indie toronto will implode without an important visit from the twee royal family!' and i was all like 'holy alarmism!' and then i thought about it and realised that really indie rock has been dead in north america ever since jad fair learned how to play guitar and that the rest of its all been some kind of vanity hair extention shoulder-pad (#2) affair really -who needs modest mouse really? i'm confusing apples and oranges aren't i? no? ok, well toronto sucks indie wise anyway...its only saving grace is that its the central focus of a series of very creative suburbs that provide it every so often with fresh meat which the "scene" then grinds up and digests into a kind of inky excrement. bands actually from toronto are few and far between and usually not very good. where were the shadowy men on a shadowy planet from? were they actually from toronto? maybe they were originally from guelph... personally missassaugua is my favourite suburb. and i'm not even playing partisan since i'm from vaughn which, as debs can confirm, does indeed kind of suck. but enough toronto. i mean, whats the good of seeing belle and sebastian here anyway...they don't have anywhere near the kind of connection they've got to the UK/Scotland people, they don't play soccer with us, they don't take their shirts off in our presence, they don't recognise any of us at all...i'm guessing it'd just be a bunch of travel weary scotts stumbling around on stage talking in in-jokes developed from the uneasy insularity of touring strange places and being all inward. i have little faith in the band outside of their native habitat. ...not that that opinion is founded on my having experienced the mighty belle and sebastian live juggernaut myself, just based on poor research and a lack of faith... hey, and now that i've done biting the hand that feeds me and c. and pissed off everyone in toronto and called everyone a chump: arantxa sanz is visiting and we (in toronto) should do something for her no? well if you want to email me or something and we'll set something up. ok? yeah and then some people have been saying 'finland' and i loved finland and i want to go back and do things there and drink heavily and such. my friend osmo explained the whole donald duck thing by saying that no body likes a guy who's always magnanimous and wins all the time etc. so thats why donald duck appeals more than other disney characters, he has more human failings. the finnish! also, people have been discussing my personal hero david byrne on the list alot. i used to try and be as much like early david bryne as i could. it made conversation difficult and my suit kept getting bigger. it was kind of a pain. i can see a bit how stu looks a bit like db. but not alot. i have a picture of him staring at me from the side of my computer monitor right now... he's looking at me as if to say "you should be writing an essay, steven. working hard benefits not only yourself but also those around you." and with his tree suit on he is so persuasive and reasonable. oh david! i'm sorry i dissappoint you so often, (kiss kiss). phew... and that ties in nicely to giggling at conceptual art, which is kind of what its made for isn't it? like with funny movies shown at 'art house' theaters you're ability to laugh shows just how far ahead of the entire room of turtleneck people you really are. who ever it was should definitely keep laughing at 'art'. yeah>>> and astrid mentioned kids in the hall! hooray! i thought that kids in the hall was completely unheard of in northern europe. the finns i met had certainly never seen it...i remember trying to drunkenly expalin gavin to some puzzled looking blonde people. "and then he says 'how much would my head weigh if it were made of veal' and the guy painting the chair just looks at him, right? " and this is where robyn goes 'my indian drum!' and i pretend that the skit never existed. badum! s t e v e n +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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. 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