That was going to be my title for my post about the incident in Philadelphia. Followed by its only rock and roll. I meant to report sooner but, access and tiredness prevented me. So many days have passed now, and happier things are going on in Chicago and Georgia. Its best to dwell on those I suppose. And it seems like for most part everybody handled things the best they could considering the situation. It must be because of Honey's well-meaning discipline that everybody behaved so well. We ran into Neil almost right away when we got to the club and he informed us of Isobel's condition. Whenever someone is sick enough to go to the hospital, that's time to start worrying. All I can say on the matter is that I'm glad the band waited to the last minute to cancel. I was enjoying the wait myself. I was with my friends, there was plenty of good beer, I like the Housemartins, so I didn't mind hearing the entire "That's what I call quite good" double lp twice in a row, I was able to chat a little bit with wee Chris and Neil, and finally, I got to have a long chat and catch up on list gossip with Michele as we lingered in the back alley looking like a couple of lost groupies. (Speaking of which, I would like to apologize to the couple of kids who were chased away by the angered security guard. Angered by my friends who made an unwise decision to try and sneak in the back door. They meant well, but sometimes they don't think things through. It was somewhat funny when he threatened to break my friends arm. Do bouncers have the right to do that? Probably.) And now it seems that the band wants to return to Philadelphia as soon as possible. Chris having to announce the cancellation must of been really tough. Talking to him before hand, you could sense how excited he was about playing. He mentioned how none of the band had been there before, and yet look at the turnout. He also said that he walked into a cafe the day before and they were playing the album. He really likes Philadelphia. When he came out on stage and delivered the sad news, he just stood there taking the abuse. Captain Chris indeed. Three cheers..... The rest my weekend down in Pennsylvania was beyond perfect. Lovely weather. Falling asleep in the sun. Larissa and Shilough from my Boston story singing If you're feeling sinister... To bad we couldn't have stolen away Isobel for the day. Recuperating in an old victorian house, looking out on freshly cut corn fields, instead of being cooped up in some ugly hospital/hotel/tour bus. Shilough's sisters could have brought her tea and scones and all sorts of home remedies, while his mom could have entertained the rest of the band with her stories of seeing the Velvet Underground, and hanging out with Bob Dylan and The Band. This was supposed to be short(er). I'll work on that. Bye Carrick one more thing.... Jackson Browne - Doctor My Eyes Boy with the Arab Strap ______________________________ ___________________________________________________________________ You don't need to buy Internet access to use free Internet e-mail. Get completely free e-mail from Juno at http://www.juno.com or call Juno at (800) 654-JUNO [654-5866] +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list please mail "sinister@majordomo.net". To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to "majordomo@majordomo.net". For list archives and searching, list rules, FAQ, poor jokes etc, see http://www.majordomo.net/sinister +---+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" +---+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+