Sinister: The Campaign For Bigger Knockers
Thai news: Motolo the elephant is a bit better thank you after his operation to repair his completely blown to bits foot. The sight of a sufferinng elephant is terrible indeed. In the paper they said he'd stood on a mine in Burma or somewhere like that, but on the telly they said he'd stood on a mine in Thailand, which is apparently full of mines. I didn't know that. Is it true? Only one person has the answer... Pop news: I'm having a bit of a crisis of faith....pop faith. I've had enough, it's all rubbish. I want sounds to soothe my soul without resorting to tweeness or whining. The other day I watched a documentary about Mister Borges. I couldn't understand a word he was saying to be quite honest. One of the interviews was filmed in an airport in the days when air hostesses dressed like that (you know what I mean) and you could hear all the anouncements. It was unspeakably groovy. The reason I mention this is the music, lovely lovely music from Mr Astor Piazzola or something. Up until then I had always thought that the tango was an event on Bruce Forsyth's Generation Game, and nothing more. Not so. I've had a look for Astor's records, but I could only find two, one with a very hairy and very flarey Gerry Mulligan and one with the Kronos Quartet that only lasts 26 minutes. This is a cry in the wilderness for information. Yes, Trousers, Roger Daltrey did star in a film with Chesney Hawkes, the unforgettable "Buddy's Song", the big screen continuation of the even more unforgettable "Buddy", one of the few schools programmes to get a showing on normal people's telly. Roger played a demented teddy boy unable to bring his son up properly. They were on Saturday Superstar together to promote it. I can remember it worryingly well. Worrying because at that point I hadn't decided to be a Roger Daltrey fan. Like most listees, I've been tirelessly scouring the world's literary heritage in search of the words "sleep the clock around". This is the closest I've come: "We found the Colonel and reported the death, feeling more like murderers than ever. Then we went to bed and slept the clock round, for there was no more in us." That was from "Thrown Away", a Plain Tale From the Hills by the king of the swingers, the jungle VIP himself, Rudyard Kipling. He gets a lot of bad press, does Rudyard Kipling, but anyone who can invent Baloo the Bear is all right by me. Get with the beat, Baggy! "Florida Fantasy" or "Miami Fantasy" or whatever it's called is much better than "Everybody's Talkin'". The book of Midnight Cowboy is really rude. So is the film really. Fluffy wrote: So why aren't the US picnics held up Capitol Hill? You could munch your sandwiches and indulge yourself in witty banter and have a good old kickabout and the like, AND THEN BURN THE CAPITALIST CONGRESS FUCKERS TO THE GROUND and declare a national state of emergency and WE, comrades, will raise the red flag and declare The Sinister Nation!! I don't agree with what you said, but I like how you said it. I miss Duke. Has anyone heard the new Kevin Rowland single? I haven't, but I've seen the advert. Has he kept the faith, or is it a load of shit? Isn't Capitol Hill where Forrest Gump has a paddle? Sister Disco +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+
PJ (but not Duncan) said something about missing The Duke. For those of you who joined the list post-Duke, and who have not trawled the archives seeking all of his words of wisdom, it's probably enough to know that The Duke used to spend all his posting time making ridiculous comments about Pop music (and always with a capital P, except of course when he talked about pop such as, oh, I dunno, Boyzone, although even they might be Pop to someone else) which, as the preceding parenthesis has just proved, got very tiresome indeed. Not many people paid attention, but PJ was one of the sad sub-species of Sinister who did. He even used to respond to things the Duke wrote, which was always amusing. But the Duke is no more, which is probably just as well, because he certainly wouldn't have approved of me listening to Denim On Ice and thinking that actually it is rather a fine record, and not the embarrassing pile of tripe that the Duke once said it was. He obviously had cloth ears. Perhaps he was just a big stuffed toy, much like the mythic Bagpuss. I digress... Denim on Ice. Where else can you hear the lyrics: 'you suck me off but I can't come in your mouth.' With a great funky bass noise and weirdo blips drifting about. Ah, how I would dearly love to hear B&S cover Brumburger. Or Glue and Smack. Or Jane Suck Died in '77. And hands up how many of you knew that Lawrence's favourite group of all time is the Sex Pistols? See, Lydon to Murdoch in two easy steps, and they said it couldn't be done! Actually I made that up. Obviously. What is the Kevin Rowland single? I don't look at press things, so I have seen no advert. I have, however, listened to a blast of Kev's version of, oh what's that Whitney Houston song? YOU know the one... yes, that one. It was fantastic. Seriously... utterly brilliant, despite some of Kev's trademark spoken word mutterings at the start where he witters on about 'the children' being important or something, and of course quite clearly the 'kids' are all annoying noisy wee twats who should be culled at age five at the very latest, with only those who can appreciate Lester Young recordings being allowed to live. Would certainly solve the global population problems. But yes... Kev Rowland. What a star. Despite himself. Does anyone old and dreary like myself remember the group Care? I only ask because I did remember them and was terribly excited to find their single 'Flaming Swords' for 25p at the weekend. I hadn't heard it in years... something like 16 years in fact, and I was delighted to discover that it sounded as good as I remembered. Better even. Imagine my horror then to see that the songwriting credits involve one Ian Broudie. Sheesh. Oh well, we're all allowed to grow up to become soccer-song writing buffoons if we really so wish. I suppose... although going back to the culling idea, perhaps we could have an ongoing cull test, and anyone writing songs about soccer could be immediately sent to the firing squads. I'm dead serious about this you know. Soccer, scourge of the globe. Who invented the stupid thing anyway? I bet it was the Scottish, they invent all the dumbest things. Like television. Not Television mind, just television. Ahem. I am now listening the fabulous Meters collection recording. The Duke might just about have approved of this one, although he might have said it was a bit 'funky' for his tastes. He really was a buffoon, wasn't he? I think that's all. Thank you for reading. Normal service will never be resumed if I can help it. Ever. Keep the faith alistair Tangents Ezine http://www.tangents.co.uk/ PO Box 102 Exeter EX2 4YL UK +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+
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