Oh lordy lumme girl and boys, what a lot of messages and what a lot of new people. My little sinister machine is all sweaty and gasping and mopping its little silicon forehead and flapping its wings (it has wings). Still, it's to be expected seeing we've all been "doing something" in the last week. My response is to post one massive message, so my apologies in advance I actually do feel a little guilty. Well I have such a lot to say that all I'm going to murmur about the music-hall experience that was B&S was that Mick did indeed wear a kilt, just like on the LP (can't you *hear* it??). And that the whole thing was pretty magical, even if London was a little sticky. It sounded fine from where I was (I was at Manchester on the Saturday, and I remember thinking it sounded like I was inside an eggbox). And that I've entered into litigation over John Johnson's wicked insinuations. Hello to everyone new on the list, please read the WWW pages before you get grumbled at and try and keep the list content special - if you don't know who Sir Cliff is yet, you haven't done quite enough homework :) Hello to everyone I met at the concerts! This whole list-thing constantly amazes me, so if I looked a bit baffled in London it was nice-baffled not smarmy-baffled. Oh and thank you to my house-guests for being such nice guests! Sarah, you kick arse and all sorts of other things, and Oon, love those pyjamas. You all make my yoyo spin. Some other stuff from the lucky dip between my ears: 1. Seymour Stein. What a load of nonsense. Not the song, which I love, but the reviews. Why don't they listen to the words? There's no sneering whatsoever of little Seymour in the song, nor has he nicked Stevie's girl (for God's sake). Stevie's just wondering why he's having to do the washing-up when everyone else is eating chicken tikka massala with Steiny, and he's musing on whether such a rich man can get his girl back for him. Seems reasonable to me, it's just like Jim'll Fix It (for non UK readers, oh never mind :) 2. Why is everyone saying P!O!O! Who's saying P!O!O! and who's saying the other word now? I can't tell. 3. Philippe asked if B&S covered any other Gainsbourg - not that I know of. They did "Poupee de cire" at the Gainsbourg concert in Edinburgh this year, so they didn't have to do much homework - I think it was Isobel's replacement for "The Gate" which didn't quite work in Glasgow (see the archives at.. oh, see the archives). 4. Sorry to all digesters for the mess while I was away. For one blissful moment you thought no-one was posting didn't you? Well you're all very patient, no-one demanded their money back. 5. How does Aurore know about me and quasars? Do we have astronomer stalkers on the list? How exciting! Did you know Stuart Murdoch wanted to be one before he became a variety act? 6. The cover star of TWITSRUS is wee keyboarding Chris, being prodded by Mick's big stick sword. Chris's list detractors will be surprised to learn that he's a number one pin-up according to someone nice in Glasgow. 7. If no-one answered Tara, from memory the people in the Select photo are Stevie, Isobel and Stuart-with-longer-hair, with Mick sitting behind. 8. I don't know much about P!O!O!P!, but I must say the new Lambchop LP is quite a thing too. I *do* however have trouble "comparing" it to the B&S LP. Maybe my critical faculties are blunted, but isn't the special thing about B&S that they're "in-here" somehow, when everyone else, no matter how good, still seems to sound "out-there"? Maybe it's the list, but I have a distinct memory that I felt this the moment I heard them. Their songs attach themselves to me like limpets, and it's funny how this seems to happen on the fourth or fifth listen. I don't know why no other band seems to do this. No, I don't know what I mean either. I think I mean they're very special. 9: You know when Stuart's voice goes a little croaky and nasal in Ease Your Sheep Into Mike Leigh? I come out in a sweat and have to suck a mint. Does everyone else have to too? Appendix A: I think I earned a diversion: can someone who lives nearer the Thames explain to me what Ian Dury means by "Wembley"? Well I can guess what he means, even for an innocent blushing little flower, but I don't know how he... gets there. I quote from his quite fabulous and probably last LP, "Mr Love Pants", the track "Mash It Up Harry": "He's got his little y-fronts and he's got his little vest He's got his little parting in his hair He's got his little trousers and he's got his little shoes And he wants a bit of Wembley up his you-know-where He's got his little garden and he's got his little shed He's got his little mower on the grass He's got his little garage and he's got his little car And he wants a bit of Wembley up his Khyber Pass" honey xxx +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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". 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