Sinister: Cracknell by name, Cracknell by nature
I am writing to you today as I am a GOOD boy and in work far too early, so I don't have to feel guilty. I will, though <sigh>... Sorry Mr D, but my theory about LLPJ is *not* filthy, it's a profound comment on the weight of society and expectation on the vulnerable. To recap (1,000 groans reverberate metaphorically around the list - I like to see the list as some kind of spooky-dooky Tolkien-esque scroll somewhere, in a cave probably, with gothic characters written by spectral monks, but moving on swiftly), I reckon that Jane is just a Girl Who Can't Say No, whose only way of gaining emotional reassurance and acceptance is to sleep with anyone who wants her, or rather, a cold and emotionless shag. Therefore, "in the mud, on her knees" (obvious), "anyone, all the time" (ditto) "you know a girl who's tax free on her back.....while you are working for the joy of giving" (this is the line that shows she's not a prostitute, just a keen amateur :)). Jane also manages to pick up thrush while (this is the more, erm, tenuous part) leaning over and holding onto railings while being, um, taken from behind - the licking is the only thing she can do as she is very much the passive partner in the act, and it's a cold, pleasureless thing to do, but she still feels she should do it. Whether the thrush comes from the dirty railings or her dirty lover, who knows...and obviously she doesn't want her mum to know about her habits, but is still young and scared at the nasty infestation she's picked up, so she agonises about whether to confess. Buggered if I can work out what the line-painting's about, though - I reckon that LLPJ and It could have been...both feature the line-painting concept as Stuart thinks it's quite enigmatic and in keeping with the off-kilter characters that populate his songs. I'd love to know if there was more to it than that. Onto bigger and better things...poor Sarah Cracknell, locked up with Silverfish, of all people. I bet their atonal sludge-heavy racket is right royally pissing you off, though their cover of "Jolene" must make you smile on rainy Wednesdays. In fact, my knackered (make that "well-loved") Silverfish t-shirt has been responsible for some key moments in my life - I met my ex-girlfriend wearing it - for some reason she thought I must be cool (!?); and I got stopped by the police in it (they thought me and my mate were IRA terrorists, searched us, and then noted with delight that I was wearing the word "fuck" - though despite me getting lippy with them, I still managed to avoid arrest. hey ho). There was a famous piece in one of the music press a few years ago about Sarah Cracknell clambering over the fence at a pop festival while not wearing any knickers. I'll just leave you with that image for a moment. Anyway, the Camden Lurch - those were the days - no, really! If anyone would like to swap fond memories of Th' Faith Healers, please write - I'm a lonely soul these days... Why not name your new pets after your favourite listee? An outbreak of hamsters, iguanas and tarantulas called Ailsa Ross can only be a good thing... I actually though that Nick *was* Ronnie Corbett for a bit (the resemblance is quite strong in real life too) - he's on the list, obviously, but calls himself PJ Miller. Which explains a lot. That is quite enough, Casarotto. Just time to say check out http://www.belleandsebastian.co.uk/cgi-bin/mboard/belle/thread.cgi?215,0 and make sure you bloody come, the whole lot of you! Big fat Mark xxxxx ____________ "Tigermilking for a hobby, that's alright" +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+
Why, hello there, boys and girls :) Mark Casarotto wrote:
Why not name your new pets after your favourite listee? An outbreak of hamsters, iguanas and tarantulas called Ailsa Ross can only be a good thing...
thereby concluding that he is in fact clinically insane. Mark, me being everyone's favourite listee was *so* last week, dah-ling :) The next pet I get, I'm going to name Alix Campbell. Cos she made me a tape with Loneliness... (thank you, sweetie) on it and she made me laugh so much the other night with tales of Robbie Williams and goats' gonads and stoats that one of my contact lenses fell out. Last night I wrote a big long thing about LLPJ and then my computer crashed. Scarily, it crashed as I was noseying around SteadyMike's Bowlie photos, and it was a photo of Casarotto that made it crash. Hmmm. (There's a lot of photos of Trousers. That's "Trousers" not "trousers". Sometimes capital letters help. Who said the other day they were the only person on the list that put capitals in the proper place? I take great care to punctuate and capitalise correctly, now, I just have to add quality content to match and maybe you'll stick around to notice...) Anyhow the *reason* that Casarotto made my pooter crash is because he knew that my theory on LLPJ was almost the same as his. Though I had an bonus extra bit about "and you hope that she will see" with regard to having boys on buses being an example of classic symptoms of being me (I'm not sure if all low-self-esteemers are like this) of something not being a good thing unless other people see and approve of it. See, if you've got hideously low self-esteem, as I assume Jane must if she needs to go round shagging everything in trousers (as opposed to Trousers, see - the benefits of correct sentence casing) for a bit of validation, not only does all the casual sex make her feel wanted and exciting and probably better about herself for a few minutes/hours, it's all the better if someone knows she's doing it as that should make her seem like she is attractive, and therefore approved of. I would also hazard a guess that Jane likes a fair drink or too, as firstly that is how to get yourself in a situation where a quick shag seems like the answer to everything, and also how you fall asleep at bus-stops. And why you wonder what you're gonna do about it, before going out and repeating your never-ending cycle of loneliness and shame next time you get drunk. But that's just a theory, and probably not a very good one at that. What I *do* know, is that the sleeve notes bear a remarkable resemblance in places to the theme and video of TIGGERJAMMERS in places. Graveyards, places in the East End in Glasgow ("she went out to the Easter House"), erm, I can't remember why or how it all tied together so well in my head last night at about midnight, but it did. I'll maybe get back to you with a coherent theory later, but I doubt it.
I actually though that Nick *was* Ronnie Corbett for a bit (the resemblance is quite strong in real life too) - he's on the list, obviously, but calls himself PJ Miller. Which explains a lot.
I used to go to school with Ronnie Corbett's niece. She's called Nickie too, you know. Coincidence? Quite probably. She was in the same year as top Daily Record reporter (see website press archive) Duncan "Rick" Fulton. And also top TV presenter Dominik Diamond. Colin Montgomerie (red-faced puffy Scottish golfer noted for coming second in everything) was at my school for a year in the 70s, and the school magazine gets to mention him in their "Old Boys" news (they never quite got a handle on the fact it went co-ed in 1983), except he's just lumped in with everyone else, giving rise to things like "Ailsa Ross completed an honours degree at Glasgow University, Crispian Fotherington-Ponce got married to Camilla Snootiness-Posh, Colin Montgomerie finished top of the Volvo PGA European Tour Order of Merit for the third successive year, our old headmaster now lives on a farm near Auchtermuchty..." etc, like it's an everyday thing for ex-pupils to be world-beating sports stars. One old boy is in the Scotland World Cup cricket squad, but that certainly does NOT make him a world-beating sports star. I was going to end with a smutty comment inspired by Sister Disco's revelation that he'd been "done" by the Who on Nationwide in the 70s, but quite honestly, the involvement of Frank Bough scares me, so I won't bother. That's why there's no Who content. I shall see some Scottish types tomorrow evening, no doubt, and I shall endeavour to catch up on personal correspondence at some point quite soon (sorry, I've been neglecting you, you know who you are...). Oh, "subtle as the wind is grey". Maybe it's "subtle as the wind, is grey". Meaning he is grey and that's as subtle as the wind, and and as a result is able to lurk in unusual places, unseen. A wind can be subtle, right? It's a variable concept of wind strength and subtlety. I was never very good at poetry crits at school. Can you tell? Ailsa xx +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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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Mark Casarotto