Here, my queers, ...get away from me, I'm dying my hair. Har. Feeling and looking like a post- chemo Ari Up this weekend, I decided 'twas time to play Twister on my scalp again, albeit with fewer arms but just as confusing. No suspense, then: I hoped for nuclear reactor red, but the combo of not-yet-gone bleach and impatience, made me look like a sexy bit of mud and the bathroom like a George Seurat miscarriage. Salvation comes in the form of another dye, with a more orange base. Pushing the baby cancer cells, none so sensitive as my record collection, to grouchy adolescence, no doubt. see subject head as for what the finished product ended up like. It ain't rockin' to be shockin' as the good man Alfie Bambaata would say. Oh, does anyone have a copy of Tigermilk? And: you listees can get a copy of most Felt albums for 10 cents in your finer strip mall chain record stores in the New Hampshire/southern Virginia areas. I abandoned such muted musical pursuits, myself, after espying Brett Anderson's nipples, back when he was a mere bobbed-blonde steward serving randy gin and tonic's on Virgin Air's express flights from Heathrow to Stoke-on-Newington. +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+