hmmm, i may have disappeared into some kind of black hole, as i posted this yesterday, but it appears not to have made its merry way to sinister - if by some miracle of modern science it ends up posted twice - apologies list mummy! please don't tell me off. my reason for posting is that i am getting quite disturbed and feel i must turn to sinister for some much needed psychotherapy - i fear i must be a fucked in the head psycho... i am lay back on the couch, so please help me doctor. the problem is that i appear to be haunted by mr elvis aaron presley (elvis aaron? what kind of a name is elvis aaron? you can't imagine elvis aaron signing on or attending his new deal appointments. then again, maybe you can...) it all started last week when i was listening to a century of elvis - yeah, i know, i know - the thing was i had a burning desire to listen to lazy line painter jane as is oft my want, and quite simply couldn't be bothered to get off my lardy arse before all four tracks had wafted through the air - i know that he said that sinister is a bit freaky but i do have a sneaking regard for mr david (oops - am i allowed to say that? no archives you see to check if i'm a true siniterine or whether i should be persona non grata) anyhow, the next day i happened to be travelling through sunny salford (older readers may recall a certain lads club of note) to be bombarded at every turn by posters announcing ELVIS! LIVE! AT THE WILLOWS! (for those less familiar with quaint northern english traditions like whippet racing ang pigeon fancying, the willows is the home of those giants of sporting incompetence, salford city reds rugby league club, rugby league being a *ahem* contact sport for those with a testosterone (sp??) overload, with a ball somewhat incidental to the proceedings). anyhow, the willows is also home to many a fine stars in their eyes fifth placed contender come friday or saturday night. the fact that i must remain at home to tend my children becomes all the more glorious with the thought that i could be living it up at the willows listening to *celine dion* or *ronan keating*. the thing with the posters was that it didn't say (in letters too small to read) steven patrick appearing as ELVIS! LIVE!, but just ELVIS! LIVE! - maybe there is something behind a century of elvis... anyhow, i am haunted since then - i turn on the tv - mr presley is there. i open my sinister posts and ms laura llew not only mentions elvis but refers to always on my mind... i began to seriously doubt my sanity when i went to see the luscious ballboy play in manchester last night - i was fully prepared for the chorus of public park aka dogs not kids with its i'll be elvis presley to your marilyn monroe, but for the support (i know not who they were suffice to say that in their mind's eye they were performing at their sixth sell-out night at milton keynes not to fifty or so people in the night and day cafe) to dedicate a song to elvis... i am deranged and only sinister can save me now... jonny ps - did i tell you that since my baby left me, i found a new place to dwell... no on second thoughts, don't go there... pps - ms titchener was quite right to have ticked us all off (or at least those of us who can receive 97-99fm on wunnerful radio one) - the white stripes are rockin' - they've not so long ago done a cover of jolene, so i await jailhouse rock with glee well that last bit should be in past tense now - they did rock, but alas they did not jailhouse rock - perhaps elvis has now left the building... must go - chris morris beckons... +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+