I haven't heard from you lately, I don't take it lightly: Please try to keep in touch. I know that you're really busy, You're really just slightly too late And it may be too much to ask. I'll ask you politely: I want a letter or a love song. ...and there's more to the song, but Joel always kinda mumbles it and, well, I think we all get the idea. (incidentally, Joel is not "the other man" in my life...frontman, that is...that honour belongs to His Rockkickingness Chris Murphy of Sloan...it's been ten years now, and I can still identify him from a distance by his ass. You don't forget the celebrity asses you accidentally-on-purpose squeeze in your youth...and I'd just like to point out here that even though I've had multiple opportunities to squeeze Stu, Stevie AND Bob's respective asses, I have refrained. I'd like to think this points to some maturity I've developed in the last few years, but I think we all know it was just that I'd only had the one beer at the time and then couldn't really find them again) Personally, I lay the blame for Sinister's recent (almost...cept for Our Kid Astrid) unbroken radio silence on the Southern Hemisphere. They should see it's their time to shine while us northies are busy with the start of the REAL New Year...September. *gasp*!! Up here (Canadiashireland) some of the leaves have juuuuuust started to turn. The summer has been pretty cool (which was fine by me!) so I kind of hope the trees will get a chance to show themselves off to full advantage before the big ol nasty wind comes along and BLOWS them the crap off the branches while they're still green (not that I'm still bitter about the Autumn of 2002...when I'd missed the previous autumn and was planning to also be away for the next one...oh no. by which I mean...yes). Anyway, no matter what the greeting cards tell you, this is the Start Of The New Year. It's hard to break the long habits of youth, and one that I think will always be around for me, whether I'm in school or not, is the notion that September is a new beginning. While I'm in this hemisphere, anyway. I've still got a few weeks left to listen to DCW without all that crazy weather-induced cognitive dissonance, but I'm looking forward to bringing Underachievers... out of mothballs again for the end of October onwards. Also, I think I've misplaced it, so the remaining sunny days give me some much-needed time to look for it. Anticipated Soundtrack Of My Autumn: Underachievers..., for mood music Twice Removed (by Sloan), for nostalgia I'm Waking Up To Us, for singalongs, and perhaps some more softshoe-in-the-kitchen Pet Sounds, for conversation Satanic Panic in the Attic (by Of Montreal), for the sillies Franz Ferdinand, for pre-drinking fun and Julie Doiron (in general), for contemplative rainy afternoons with a cup of tea This summer I think I spent nearly half my wages on music, so the soundtrack of the next year will be varied and, I hope, interesting to folk I meet. cause I'm going back to uni and living in reeeesssssideeeeeeeence!! grad rez. but rez all the same! wish me luck. marisa xo ______________________________________________________________________ Post your free ad now! http://personals.yahoo.ca +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+