greetings from soggy olde new york! consider this a belle-lettre to all those interested in the magnetic fields, which i think, from received posts, wouldn't be out of place here. lovely little evening show tonight at the tip of manhattan, castle clinton (no relation) reminding one of nothing so much as a castillian fort--about the only venue on this island to architecturally fit the mood of the gothic archie. and that worthy was in fine voice, it should be said, exhorting one and all to become like bunnie rabbits under a moon that needed poetry... alas, we could not see the moon as the clouds rolled in... claudia told us all, alluding to the trip across the pond i've seen such scintillating reviews on, how the english add adieus with a rising yelp of BYE!... steven remarked that it was odd how cellos had become so popular, also as a manner of explaining the whirlybirds making not infrequent passages over the top of the circular courtyard. (honestly, such a nice venue for his transported troubador aesthetic. about the most medieval thing around. with the exception of the present municipal government administration...) but i digress. yes. so steven's remark: "Yeah, cellos have become so popular. That's why we had to get helicopters. Last year, theremins. This year, helicopters. Next year...well, nobody will be listening..." and continued to project his delightfully remorseful baritone vocal, and even moved it into an extended tenor note that had cheers and applause one would normally affix to a guitar solo. great acoustics--not only the space (cf. gushing, ibid) but the instruments. claudia: "you'll note all the acoustic intsruments we have onstage... just so you can enjoy them as the rain and humidity detune them..." yes. the threat from new jersey was not springsteen fans but a darkening squall line, prompting nervous remarks between songs. impending gloom to match the 69 love songs of doom? sorry, but not quite. it was about ten songs into the set when steven announced, "ok. it looks like this is it, last song..." and peering out over the audience, "...ah, the umbrellas of london..." scarpering even at full speed, few escaped the downpour. so it goes. +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+