Hey folks! A claim to fame: A friend of mine bumped into Siegfried from All Creatures Great And Small the other day. She didn't speak to him though. There you go, sorry for making you all jealous. It's a bit disappointing if Slow Graffiti is really so literal, although it goes to show how lucid Stuart's lyrics are I suppose. I mean, even though the lyrics aren't; There's a bloke With a wife Who's been having up the bum sex With the bloke upstairs You can still understand the desperation of this chap's predicament. I've been in two minds for a while whether I want to see The Acid House but I don't think I will. I prefer my own version of events. It involves dirty skylights and tiled floors and a sailor and is really quite exciting. And anyway, I think Irvine Welsh is a tit. Rising to Alan's challenge, here's a karaoke-story thingy for Lazy Line Painter Jane. It's like Belle and Sebastian meets Open All Hours, hope you like it: Here's Jane, working in the village second hand shop - "The Joy Of Giving". They sell all sorts of things. Today Jane is putting up a poster - "Led Zeppelin world tour 1988", but it keeps falling down. Oh dear, here comes her boss, Mr Legs - he doesn't look happy. This morning she came in with mud on her knees and now she can't even stick up a poster. He's going to give her one last chance. Captain Cockle the crusty old seaman is getting rid of some stuff, and he needs some of it moving. "You will have a buoy tonight" says Mr Legs, "You will have a buoy tonight - on the first bus out of town". And he gives her some bus money. It's lunchtime. Jane walks along the lane past the school. On the school field there's a class of girls playing games and running and jumping and hula-hooping. Jane used to love PE. She starts running. She runs along the street, then down towards the beach, jumping puddles and challenging stiles on the way. "Boo to the business world" she thinks, she's going to spend the rest of the day on the beach. Down on the beach she sees a girl walking from deckchair to deckchair, trying to sell holidays to the sunbathers. The back of her t-shirt says "tax free". Oh for a job like that thinks Jane, and she remembers Mr Legs's booming voice - "You will have a buoy tonight. You will have a buoy tonight - on the first bus out of town" Sitting on the sand, Jane turns her mind to other things. Last week, whilst licking railings, she found a tiny sparrow with a broken wing. She took it home, and ever since it's been living in one of her shoes. Now it's getting big, and noisy, and she's worried her mum will find out. It doesn't even look like a sparrow anymore, more like a thrush in fact - it looks a bit stupid really. Jane tosses a coin and the decision is made. She'll buy some rat poison from the chemist. That'll shut the bugger up. Jane stays on the beach all day, and when the sun begins to set and a chill wind blows in from the sea, she curls up in a bus shelter to sleep. She'd forgotten about Mr Legs and all her problems altogether until the first bus from town turns up, and she remembers what she was supposed to do. Never mind, she thinks, she can always paint lines again. Hmm... It's not exactly karaoke is it? And sorry about the crusty old seaman - I was trying to keep it clean, honest. Bye for now Robin xxx +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the reborn Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail "sinister@majordomo.net". To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to "majordomo@majordomo.net". WWW: http://www.majordomo.net/sinister +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "jelly-filled danishes" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+
On Sun, 13 Jun 1999, Robin Stout wrote:
It's a bit disappointing if Slow Graffiti is really so literal, although it goes to show how lucid Stuart's lyrics are I suppose. I mean, even though the lyrics aren't; There's a bloke With a wife Who's been having up the bum sex With the bloke upstairs You can still understand the desperation of this chap's predicament. I've been in two minds for a while whether I want to see The Acid House but I don't think I will. I prefer my own version of events. It involves dirty skylights and tiled floors and a sailor and is really quite exciting.
I always thought the first 2 stanzas of this song was a reference to the opening of Araby but I reread it and the link isn't as strong as I had thought. Here it is: "The former tenant of our house, a priest, had died in the back drawing-room. Air, musty from having been long enclosed, hung in all the rooms, and the waste room behind the kitchen was littered with old useless papers. Among these I found a few paper-covered books, the pages of which were curled and damp: The Abott, by Walter Scott, The Devout Communicant and The Memoirs of Vidocq [I incorrectly remembered these books as portraits.] ... One evening I went to the back drawing room in which the priest had died. It was a dark rainy evening and there was no sound in the house ... I was thankful that I could see so little. All my senses seemed to desire to veil themselves and, feeling that I was about to slip from them, I pressed the palms of my hands together until they trembled, murmuring: O love! O love! many times." In the margin, I have 'getting away from sensuality', which must have been the interpretation I was given, either by my high school english teacher or a self-consciously eccentric professor at Stanford. Even if the song was written for a book or film, Stuart must have had his own experience, real or imagined, or other references to write from. But I like the specific things he mentions, and actually my mistaken original interpretation of a mother caring for a child could be a deliberate ambiguity, and he could be open to rude sailors as well. (What does Robin mean by dirty skylights? What do they stand for?) I wonder what Stuart's laughter sounds like. If he read Robin's LLPJ story, would he laugh? Why are all nice boys made to be mothers? Do they force it on themselves or do others take advantage of them? Why can't nice boys break away or satisfy the girls they are with? Why can't Sebastian be a star and decide not to wait for Belle? Is Lord Anthony a song about Sebastian Flyte in Brideshead Revisited? (He was played by Anthony Andrews, whom I believe is titled, and unfortunately I watched it on television before reading the book, so all the visual images dominate.) There's a scene in which he and the main character, whose name I forget but who was played by Jeremy Irons, are sunbathing on the roof and they're undressed and the shot is from the back and for me this was always stuck with the line "and the sun shines out of our behinds" in Hand in Glove, but I don't know the order of the two, i.e. if it's even a possibility that Morrissey was writing about the same thing (though highly unlikely). Ailsa asked for a tape of "Reel Around the Fountain". So it was real! I don't know if the lyrics are right for Lord Anthony as Sebastian Flyte because Anthony must be noble only in manner. If I were a boy, I would feel especially keen to ask Stuart about it. (What a compliment for a girl to be thought a boy. Jaarko (sp?), Tim and Let It Be, I think, are the best Replacements albums ... there's a song "Androgynous" on Let It Be that is great, plus other songs appropriate for young male bands ... their later albums tend to be mellower but they're great, too. The way in which the Replacements is good and Belle and Sebastian is good, I think, is the crucial difference between American and British culture. (O when ~(my beloved) introduced himself on the first day of class in a manner that I now recognize from some of your posts, what the jocks in the back row found appropriate to call out! The misunderstanding! But there is American beauty, too ... elsewhere.)) Forgive me for this digression: What is the meaning, other than being rushed, of addressing a person in a post? I've decided that it's a better policy to refer to people by name 'cos when other people do it, it sounds nice (they do it so casually), and though I like to remain anonymous, it's nice to read people singled out. (The Replacements song "Here Comes a Regular" is not just another version of the Cheers theme.) There's also the fun of being permitted to overhear a conversation or if you don't have enough to go on to address a person individually ... I am glad Courtney has had a happy day. Joseph, after watching The Dreamlife of Angels, I can tell you that the way the French say cool is cool, even for New Yorkers. (Joseph, do your friends say the Velvet Underground is cool? they should, right? it's simpleminded of me to compare a single chord to a simple chord progression, isn't it? some kinds of irony are beyond me.) +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the reborn Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail "sinister@majordomo.net". To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to "majordomo@majordomo.net". 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