hello sinister. well, here i sit again in front of this unorganized alphabet picking out words. i do think i shall use these letters to tell you all about the horrible, frightening realization i came to last night. first, though, i must attend to the vending room and get a little something to nibble. my arse is going to get as big as isobel's, though if it would inspire such weeks of discussion, i wouldn't be entirely disappointed. ok. ready. i write for a small artsy paper here in town, and my latest assignment is to cover an art show opening, contents, artist, etc. so last night, i scheduled an interview with the young artiste -- an interview which, i was informed, would be conducted during a party. so fine, good, great, i said in my reporter voice and jumped in my car (which i love), tape recorder in hand. i showed up at the large, somewhat shabby house to which i had been directed and fluttered inside to find what looked like the beginnings of a local twee gathering. now, i have, for quite sometime, fancied myself the displaced twee maiden, sporting little buttons and black-framed, pink-lensed glasses, just waiting to stumble upon the fairy forest of fellow indie people. and there it was! i thought i had found my people. but as i sat one the one piece of furniture in the exquisitely hot house (next to a nice boy whose glasses resembled my own, i might insert) waiting for the artist to arrive, i began to feel a bit out of place. perhaps it was because i didn't know the kids very well. i tried to make dreaded small talk, and succeeded to some degree. then artist, when he came, was quite friendly. but then the interview was done and the only thing i had to talk to was my tape player. maybe i'm too shy. maybe the midwestern twee folk are of a different strain. or maybe, i saw, with an overwhelming horror, i am a wannabe. yikes. so i left, no longer a displaced twee, just displaced. and the feeling hasn't gone away since, sadly. so now i'll just retreat to the lone chair on the fringes of the clique, and eat my animal crackers and watch the fun people have fun before me. love, your resident outcast outcast, lindsey _______________________________________________________ Send a cool gift with your E-Card http://www.bluemountain.com/giftcenter/ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+