Dearest Sinisterettes, So, seems like about 90% of you have been seeing the lovely Belles live in the last couple of, er, weeks? My memory is bad, but I've read a lot of reporting back posts about lack of dancing, parties, setlists and singles. Very nice indeed, so thank you. When Sarah and Stevie were here in October, they told me they'd come here to tour next spring, I hope that it's true. I'm not saying that they were lying, I'm just saying that maybe it won't pull through. The, by far, best thing to call someone ever: Shitehawk. I don't know why, but it strikes me as incredibly funny and a VERY strange combination of words. Maybe it's some sort of crude way that's only funny if you're British or something, but what the hell. Also, it was Fred Durst who was being called a Shitehawk. Just for being really crap in general. Haha. I hate Fred Durst. He looks like a fish and is responsible for the likes of Linkin' Park. Hrrrrr. Last night, I went to IKEA with my mum and my sister. I know I'm Swedish and IKEA is typically Swedish, but, really, I love it. My very funny grandmother calls it hell on earth due to huge amounts of people, often with small children, with their trollies, trying to push their way through the crowds, i.e. knocking all the things you're carrying out of your hands and then grunt dissapprovingly at you for dropping your things. Sure, that can happen. Mostly, though, a lot of cute babies, ecstatic over fluffy toys and weird things that are modern and assymetric and will teach them something, um. And we bought stuff. A lot of stuff. Hehehe. Personally, I bought a carpet, two plants (big step for me, formerly known as The Plant Killer, known to kill all plants (cactuses included) but know Responsible and Realizing The Value Of Plants) and, er, 22-singlepacked Twix. Oh shut it. It was like, £2. How could I help myself?´ I then got home, and re-arranged things and cleaned up while listening to this great show on the radio, on once a week, called P3 Pop and I got to listen to an interview and lots of songs by this British guy called Patrick Wolf, he was amazing. Ah. It's always nice to hear something new. It's sort of snowy here now. Well, snow, but semi-melted snow. It's icy too (boo!) but the snow is sort of nice. It's very Christmas-y. Ah. I managed to get my Sinister Pressies out in time! YAY! YAY! YAY! I did it! I am trying to change you see. Some kind of pre-new year-revelation. I have to be a better person, for I am indeed living a bad life. Not bad as in a dangerous life, but not good for me in the long run I guess. So. I'm cleaning. I'm trying to do my work in time and not act as though I am Ruler of Procrastination Land. I send off things in time. I make lists of things to buy. I'm finally recording the demo as well, it keeps me up at night sometimes, just thinking how marvellous to have something of my own, that is completely there because of me, that I created. It's so strange. There's been talking about recording with Pelle, Amanda's dad, since last fall, but this time I know we're going to do this. We palyed sort of a mini-gig to him and he got all enthusiastic so it should go well. And it's good, because the songs I wrote a year ago were crap. Finally. I saw birds flying in circles for about a minute, just zooming around for the fun of it with the sunrise as a background. I don't know why but it puta smile on my face. They were just flying around, happy. And there goes the cliché about how free they are. Maybe one of them was a dictator/fascist type of bird and was forcing the other birds, maybe the slackerette teens, to zoom around for excercise. You never do know, do you? Ah well. I have to get my Swedish class now. It's not that much fun because we've just started reading Candide by Rousseau and it's doesn't seem like a lot of fun. Quite the opposite as a matter of fact. Christmas is a-coming! I say Hurrah to every season where you can decorate with reindeers. Take care, luv Astrid x --------------------------------------------------- Who would you rather be - Ted Danson or Kevin Costner? Fab: Who the fuck is Ted Dancer? Ted Danson. Fab: Oh, Danson. Nick: I think Ted Danson wears a toupee. ______________________________________________________________ For up-to-the-minute music news, reviews and specials visit http://www.nme.com Get free e-mail (anyname@nme.com) now at http://www.nmemail.com The sender of this e-mail is NOT an employee or associate of NME, nme.com or any other IPC magazine. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+