hey sinister, list abuse and shout outs up top. pedantic windisch speil below. bail out now if you're not ready to sink with the ship. <<<re: "sometimes i think im depriving a village somewhere of an idiot" for lines like this and lots of others, i've most assuredly taken a fancy to that paula cullen girl. If she ever gets herself to providence (the city), the tab for her booze explosion will be picked up yours truly and the rest of the five point nine action boys when i run out of money.<<< <<< thank you for the compliment velocity farewell <<< my mailer couldn't connect with yours to say thanks off list. spiel time: here are two lessons learned in life last night. Both were funny and fairly poignant at the time. (And even though this post prattles on a bit, and pokes its snout up the bum of mummybunny's recent chiding for our being so dishdurn self indulgent, it does I hope swing back to some of the core reasons anyone would like a band like b&s in the first place) one: the magic that is chickenhawk & the joy that one's actions can bring into the world. chickenhawk reminds me of a rodeo clown: couragious, funny and sanely off his gord. five foot two, built solid and even from his ever-present & contagious grin down to the place where his feet meet the top of his skateboard. his low center of gravity and springy pop allow him to consistently do the physically impossible with humor and pinache. chickenman's talent level is high and his vibe elevates everybody else around him, be it on the wooden toy machine, carousing barside, or on the job taking care of an elderly lady. he's just one of those folks that makes everything better by being there. At any rate, we're all at the park having ourselves a humpday session. everybody's taking long runs, making lots of their tricks and feeding off of each other's energy. during one of chickenhawk's runs, he did some amazing maneuver (i can't even remember what it was except that he was chest high above the ramp and and landed backwards with that big ass grin still plastered across his mug) that was so physically incredible everybody went nuts and started bellowing approval and shaking their heads in disbelief. This sort of reaction usually happens when somebody is ripping, but this time it was special. there was laughter all around. sincere grins from deep within. it lingered. 15-20 seconds later we're still looking at each other and basking in the warm glow of joy that our friend had just brought into the world. all of his own volition and for his own satisfaction. The reason why i'm relating it here, and what i think makes it resonate far from the world of five point nine skateboarding and into these sinister environs, is that it struck me as such a pure application of talent and creativity. Just some guy, doing something he feels driven to undertake for personal reasons, the product of which makes a positive and pleasurable impact on those who bear witness to it. Kind of like a song that touches you and makes your innerds tingle they way mine do when that pasty scot stuey m starts singing slow graffiti. Or the way I'm unable to resist the compulsion to sing along as loud and poofy as possible whenever get me away... comes on in the car. two: an exuberent way to greet a stranger who appears to share an esoteric interest with you. Moreso with the shy-er euro listees, i've often read about one sinister spotting another with the upended badge but not having the moxie to approach and engage the stranger. While carousing barside with findy the cake and punk rock paul at one dollar beer night, we began noticing a heavy-metal long hair guy drinking away right next to us. findy and paul, being band mates in several humorous and hard-rocking outfits as well as being past masters in the heavy-metal arts, became convinced that this fellow was probably the only other jamoke in one up that had a familarity with King Diamond (a ludicrous 80's metal icon). After a short period of trepidation, paul engaged the galoot, asking if he liked King Diamond and brandishing with his dexterous right hand the hella-killa devil horn mundra that any metaler worth his ragged mane and jean jacket has ingrained in his dna. Without skipping a beat, the stranger replied: "I only know Angeline..." and began singing a duet to this masterpiece with paul. The stranger then blew us all away with one outpouring of the high range metal scream that he was an obvious master of. We all collapsed in a heap of laughter, spilt beer and new-found comradery. Next came the if-only-this-had-been-captured-on-video lament that follows most classic bits of extemporaneous comedy and validates the fact that the scene was a pure and worthwhile moment. not to mention being the grist for an endlessly amusing memory. I know that the whole heavy-metal scream bit probably won't come in useful if trying to break the ice with a stranger who bears the outward markings of sinister; but the point remains that in many situations it is indeed better to regret something one has done than to lament an opportunity that slipped away. Trying to connect with a stranger that one seems to share an affinity with is might just constitute one of those times. Also, I hope that the new album has a song about shyness being one of the problems that it is possible to drink away. windisch out ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the undead 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 +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+