People tend to forget that the Beatles crammed a lot into their few years together. Their crap 70s period started in about 1966. Besides which, I like it when bands have a crap 70s period. They're often perfectly OK, it's just that some of the excitement has gone, which is reflected in the reviews from the time, which in turn get treated as BIBLICAL TRUTH and humanity spends the rest of eternity thinking everyhting was crap in the 70s. Plus the junk was kicking in. I've noticed people are a bit wary about admitting to liking the Beatles. I've been to that Beatles shop too. It was in the pre-CD era. They had Bulgarian editions of George Harrison albums, and a button badge of John and Yoko as nature intended. There was a lot of talk about Johnny Marr and Oasis, but no one mentioned Noel's new haircut. Blimey! Hope it catches on. I'm looking forward to the Exeter picnic. For me, Exeter will always be the epicentre of my sinister inner landscape because of all the fantastic listees that come from there: Duke of Harringay, Alistair Fitchett and Piezoleptic Unit to name but three. Plus the human whoopee cushion, Adrian Evans, and Ted Hopkins. Do you think we should put an age limit on boasting about drinking on the list? I think 14 would be about right. Of course, Ted Hopkins would be exempt from any ruling. Hey! Exempt from any ruling! Get it? That was an accident. THAILAND NEWS: an elephant called "Motola" is receiving treatment after stepping on a land mine on August 15th, but they need some more money. In the end, I did watch a bit of that Benicassim festival programme. No Arab Strap, but Damon from Blur was wearing a t-shirt with the word "NORTHY" written on it, and Brett from Suede did a bit of lassooing with his microphone.They both did that thing where singers hold their microphone out so that the ecstatic crowds can sing along. I wonder why they do that? Does it make them feel less ALONE? Is it lesson 46 on Rockschool? Or are they demented? If anyone ever does that to me, I'm going to shove their microphone so far up their arse that we all get to hear the amplified sound of a ruptured spleen. Mercury Rev were on it. I don't think their singer's ever going to get the chance to be a deserter, to be honest. The contrast between this whining ninny and the partcipants in the world 100 m dash championships earlier in the evening was more than my fragile mind could take. The wobbleboard was missing too. The guitarist was good though, he's a rockabilly rebel, from head to toe, gotta keep a-rocking everywhere he go, everybody come join in, we're good company, be a real cool cat, be a rockabilly rebel like he. Well, that was the message I was getting anyway. I think I must have been attacked by a cross between a mosquito and a woodpecker. Peter +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the reborn Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail "sinister@majordomo.net". To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to "majordomo@majordomo.net". WWW: http://www.majordomo.net/sinister +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "jelly-filled danishes" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+