Sinister: A secret. Posters on. Weeping wail. Diminish.
Goodness. They sing of Ally Down at the Pally Which is called AllyPally They're pally With the lad Ally They are perhaps five in number That's my latest tally . Miller returned at last.
Have you noticed that if you sing along to Panic by The Smiths, but change the word "panic" to "Pinefox", you get a nightmare vision of the future? Give it a try. Could life ever be sane again?
a) why did you do this? b) why a nightmare? c) why the future? I have been on the streets of London many times in the past; and in Birmingham once or twice.
At 44.99 the Rare Cult box set is too expensive, yet the one CD highlights
collection is simply inadequate. >>>
I listened to Lloyd Cole and the Negatives on a foul germ-infested listening
Come now. I do not charge that much for my Box Set. You only have to ask nicely. post the other day. What happened to Lloyd's lovely American accent? There was a nice song on it though, No More Love Songs or something.
Germs or no, you are a lucky gringo, I mean, boy. It is not often that I can say things like, O, yes, I have heard him play it live a number of times before its release. No, not often. the boy 96 climbed off a 'bus' (actually a coach!) in his native land. The air bit shrewdly. It was very cold. He wondered to himself.
saw the band but not the poet and critic Tom()Paulin, who were lovely, and the band but not the sculptor and historian The Gentle (!) Waves, who were dull in all the right places and acceptable in the some of the wrong ones.
I find this devastatingly witty. But which were the right and wrong places?
"Ah yes, I recall the first time I encountered this type of salt, twas in 89, a day like no other, when the clouds seemed to smear the sky with nostalgia and the skunks..."
Words succeed me.
What an aaaaaasshole.
On Saturday I lost a lot of words. Some of them I gave away as cheaply as
Isn't that 'flaming'? the hours, some of them I hope to retrieve at a future point in time. I only hope I can remember them in the meantime.
Did your hard drive break? You are always on about this, boy. Give it up. April is gone.
Peter may also be interested to know that those gorgeous Foxgloves are recording a new track. I shouldn't reveal too much for fear of breaking some kind of pact,
That's true. But I can reveal that the reason that the Foxgloves were at the Gentle Waves gig was to see the Gentle Waves. The man from the 'Weunion' said
Joe hadn't had sex in a while and had quite a large supply of ejaculate. He was oh so lonely. He was about to lay down to another night of sleeping alone and a quick session before turning in.
For heaven's sake. I cannot take much more of this. It is so unfair. Genevieve W and Alix C offered tantalizing titles. Edna Welthorpe (Mrs) turned up for the first time and deserved public commendation. I offered her the private variety, and she declined. Silence sued. I mean, ensued. We don't have many married folks on this list. Or do we? I can think of at least, ooh, 2 or 3. But Mrs W does not mention her spouse. I feel that some sad severance may have taken place. Taken the place of what? Why, of cohabitation.
Yes, ladies, he IS still available.
I don't remember the pinefox telling Mrs W this. Did she?
a charming mixture of Glaswegian geetarclassicism and Indian devotional music, and blow us if that isnt Mad Dog Murdoch, on a track that translates as Bow down to Shiva", chanting away like George Harrison in his prime for over ten minutes! Its all very lovely. We suggest you investigate, forthwith.
This is what you get when such Made In Taiwans and maiden aunts are allowed out of the nursery. The lady is quite wrong about this. It is three or four chords, or so, of tedium and wasted time and talent. Edna W (Mrs) is presumably a 'Thoreauvian Deist' or something. But that's a scanty excuse for such a lapse of taste.
Sarah Garret Sonner crashlanded into our list of top ten posters the other day.
Here are my top ten posters. 1. Betty Blue 2. The Blues Brothers 3. The Big Blue 4. Blue Velvet 5. In My Blue Heaven 6. Blue Monday. New Order. Factory. 1983 7. Blue Period. Picasso. Exhibition. Frankfurt. 1987. 8. Got The Blues. (Picture of a 'bluesman'.) 9. Blue Savannah. Erasure. Released 10.9.1987. 10. Blue Christmas. A tribute to Elvis Presley's Christmas Album. Released by RockingHorseRoad records, 25.11.1987.
Hoo hoo!
What does that 'sound' have to do with the Foxgloves? Is it meant to be a phonetic rendition of the non-verbal noise in the middle of 'Day Star', or something?
If you get three pictures of Foxgloves 1 in a row, apparently, you win an evening out for two in the Muji store of your choice.
I already have 37 pictures of Foxgloves1 in a row. In a pile. In a book. On the floor. On my bed. On my ceiling. He knows what I mean. Is the point that the store will be empty, so we can do what we like; or that it will be locked, and thus ultimately as disappointing as a Foxgloves gig?
One point of contention, however: with her new longer hair, does Ms Campbell still qualify as a "gamine"? And how does one define a gamine, anyway? Elucidation, please.
I have asked around and come up with the following:
a girl with a roguish, saucy charm
Buy it if you want. Bakhtin / Wittgenstein: cf Terry Eagleton, Against The Grain (1986) ----- Saints & Scholars (1987)
Only two films have scored better this year. We will leave you to speculate what they were.
Patrick Keiller, London ----- Robinson In Space Do I get a prize? You know, Mrs W does have an attention to words, which is something. The more I read her work, the more I see it. And yet, I saw it in the first place.
S/ Select magazine is dead, apparently.
Who says? I saw it yesterday.
We shed a quiet tear.
Me also, if only for the sake of 1991-4 or so. Where did they go?
T/ Twee interlude A wee kitten is playing with a ball of knitting wool and getting in a frightful tangle.
Oooooh! Aaaaaah!
You cant say that about many groups - except Sportique, of course.
Boh! Ow! Eek! Mrs W has started to reduce me to mere guttering, I mean, guttural noises.
Can some eager beaver step forward to compile the End of Year 2000 Sinister top ten singles/crushes/greatest wanks etc?
I would love to. But I longer hear new or experience records, crushes or wanks. Old ones, maybe. Have I said this before somewhere?
Compared to us, Jed Bush is one honest injun.
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FOX in GLOVE, the sun PINES out of our behinds... PF harrumphed:
a) why did you do this?
I have no idea.
b) why a nightmare?
The traffic is bad enough as it is. Imagine if the long-suffering inhabitants of Dublin, Dundee, Humberside had to contend with vast tidal waves of lumberjacks on heat prowling the streets, wafting their hormones hither and thither.
c) why the future? I have been on the streets of London many times in the past; and in Birmingham once or twice.
But that was before The Foxgloves and The Pines took the charts by storm and gigged endlessly up and down the country.
Here are my top ten posters.
1. Betty Blue
You dirty sod! That's the bustiest poster of all time! Do they still sell them? You'll ruin your eyes. "The Beat Goes On" by Sonny and Cher is featured on "The Beat Goes On" compilation on the Kent label. And I quote: "Cut by New Orleans veteran producer Harold Battiste, the record is by far the hippest number this husband and wife duo ever cut, and revived a career that by early 1967 was flagging....'The Beat Goes On' gives us a very atmospheric go-go style of music, some mildly nostalgic lyrics and a great title to borrow for a CD compilation." Does that sound right? The lyrics certainly have Isobel potential, being about mini skirts and grandmas, among other things. It goes "la-de-da-de-doo, la-de-da-de-dee". I had assumed it was the one that goes "and the beat goes on, just like my love, everlasting". Is this the one Erica was referring to? My enjoyment of pop music has increased considerably since I was 13. There is a Seymour Stein co-production on Dave Godin's Deep Soul Treasures Volume 3. THAI NEWS 1 Someone has made an enormous motorbike. THAI NEWS 2 "In a case given extensive coverage in the Bangkok tabloids, a monk dressed up as an army colonel, donned dark glasses and a wig to cover up his shaven head, and frequented karaoke bars, where he picked up women." Keep those concert reports coming in, top marks for the Monica Queenies. with kind regards, Sister Disco +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the undead 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 +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "peculiarly deranged fanbase" "frighteningly named +-+ +-+ Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+
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