Top of the morning to you poppers/rockers/players/playahaters. All this talk of B&S and their gigs is making me dizzy. Or then again, it might be that the five hours I slept last night wasn't enough. Who knows? But hey, something has happened... It's a miracle that I thought would never be possible. People talk about B&S gigs, about how good Isobel looked and how Stuart wanked himself off while playing that guitarsolo on "Mayfly"... and I feel nothing. Nothing. Because the sad (?) fact is that I don't care that much about B&S anymore. Why, I hear you ask? Hmmm... This is the point where it all goes complicated. But let me try to explain something to you. You might call it the facts of life according to ME, you might call it the gospel of truth according to ME, but here it comes. Now, my life revolves quite a lot around music. Although I haven't bought that many cd's in the past few months, I still tend to think my life as a movie, and every movie these days has a soundtrack. Me, I've never liked those "Music inspired by this stupid blockbuster"- collections that only _stupid_ people buy. No, every moment in life can be categorized through songs. And here's the part some of you might not like: Who can say they live their life like those characters on B&S- songs? It's all fine and dandy if you do actually ride your bicycle up and down the hill. There's nothing wrong with that. You can also hold your teddybear real tenderly on your chest and cry your life away. You have that right. But fooking hell, that's not me. Maybe it was a few years ago, but things happen and things especially change. Someone fucks you up the arse, tells you to sod off. You do. You feel bad for a while, then things start to happen. You sleep around. You sleep around some more. And it feels fucking great, to realize that you've still GOT it. Then you sleep around a bit more. Then you find this someone who you make an agreement with: "I'll be your vibrator, you can be my Dolly the Sheep." You go on for a while like that. And then you realize something. "This isn't great after all. i have this emotional vacuum inside of me. I still think of that one who left me behind and I still need her/him around me more than anything else. Am I doing all this because I try to get my thoughts away from him/her with the magical aid of alcohol and sex?" And the answer is: Yes. Now tell me: Where's the B&S in that? No, it's got Shellac (first part: anger from being left behind), it's got Marilyn Manson (krhm, won't go into details. Just don't do it, kids) and Hefner (erm, everything) written all over it. Ok, now you all think that this is all self-pity. It isn't. It's just a long, long explanation why I don't listen to B&S anymore. It can offer me nothing. It's like watching a film starring Meg Ryan where the ending is always happy and they get each other in the end. Life just isn't like that. Oh, I bought Jonathan and David yesterday. I think it's crap. Loneliness is great, though. Maybe I should end this with something a bit more different. I went to the library yesterday and got this strange, strange book: Rocks Elite- The Elite in Rock: Views on the Finnish rockscene. It's from 1989, and it's downright funny. You'd think 12 years isn't such a long time. It really is. -Jake/Jasu ps: The best part is that almost none of you know me, so I can say whatever the hell I want. _________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+