Hi folks, fancy a biscuit? I am having a little dilemma on the concert clothing front myself. Glasgow is only the first stop on my mini tour of Britain, so I need to pack plenty of clothes. The trouble is that essential packing space will be taken up by pants and such things so sacrifices will have to be made. I particularly want to wear my brand-new second-hand deerstalker hat, but it might mean abandoning my emergency rations of Kendal Mint Cake, and one never knows when that might come in useful. +++ I think that if I were stranded on a desert island, the one thing I would ask Sue Lawley to supply me with before I was set adrift would be a cassette recorder. Then I could press down play and record, sing some songs onto it with accompaniment from coconut hoofs, then play them back and never be bored. I think with only the nauseous churning of the sea and the gibbering of those fucking monkeys I would slowly go a bit mad. In a similar way, I think that if i were condemmed to a world where there was only music and no songs it would be half a world; a world with jelly but no blancmange, with skateboards but no rollerskates. Someone asked me recently what sort of music I like. I still find that question almost impossible to answer. I could tell them I like indie music but it's such a small label on such a wide, striped scarf of musical types most people wouldn't get the right idea. And my tastes go beyond that label anyway. No, what I like, I think, are songs not music. So "I like songs", I say. Songs about love, death and public parks. A punch to the stomach, bruise on the lips, crack in the heart. But even better, songs that tell stories; songs that tell me something that I already vaguely knew but needed a B and a D minor to make it clear. Even if I woke up one morning on my island, fell out of my hammock and discovered that my last square of Kendal Mint Cake had been stolen by a fucking grinning monkey, a song would make me happy again. +++ I bought a tweed jacket on the weekend, too, which suits my hat just dandy. Obviously hugely impractical, though. It'll be a close-run thing between that and my umbrella. Style versus stormproofing; it's a tough choice. xxx Robin [ by express delivery : http://www.superatomic.co.uk/ ] _________________________________________________________________ It's fast, it's easy and it's free. Get MSN Messenger today! http://www.msn.co.uk/messenger +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+