Sinister: Stories and Ink Polaroids from Haldern and other places
Dimitra Daisy
zoziepop at xxx.com
Tue Aug 13 22:32:56 BST 2002
...This is one of me and Rachel and Belle sitting on a bench by the river in
Nairn talking to the one-and-a-half-legged seagull. Belle has just jumped on
Rachel and Rachel has just got jam on her trousers. They sky is cloudy and
bright and the light is coming from everywhere around. It feels so unreal
and magical. I am holding a stolen rose thats pretending to be a daisy and
if you listen close enough, you can hear me say:
I am a lurker, Im not a lurker, I am a lurker, Im not
Hello, Im Dimitra and I like Belle and Sebastian.
Actually, I like them so much, that I thought it would be a good idea to
stop in Germany on my way from Scotland to Greece to see them once more and
to meet yet some more sinisterines. Travelling is a strange thing, though,
it sort of happens without you; once you decide it, it just takes care of
itself. And Ive been to and left so many places and different situations
and ways of living in the past month, that on my the train from Amsterdam to
Germany, I was feeling like an alien what the hell am I doing here? But
then again, I couldnt think of anywhere else I could be.
So I stayed on the train and listened to Richards perfect mixtape, and
waited for the time when it would all start feeling okay. At first Haldern
was hot, later on, it was wet; everyone was speaking different languages and
I hadnt really known them before. But they were lovely, really: they put up
my tent for me (cause I had never seen it before and couldnt figure out
what to do), they gave me food and drink and money and everything else I had
managed not to bring with me; and it has something to do with falling asleep
and waking up again and people being there, but by Saturday morning Haldern
was the right place to be despite the rain.
...This one was taken on Friday afternoon thats me looking silly in the
middle of the road and the girl walking up to me is Nal. I know shes Nal,
but for some reason all I can think of is shes not Ola (for who I am
waiting for) so when she asks me if I know who she is, I say no. You can see
the stupid look on my face, the fields around of which the camping site
consisted, and generally Germany being sunny! You cant see Ola walking up
to us cause shes on the opposite side...
...Thats from a few hours later, there werent any lights in the fields so
it was very dark with the darkness of the countryside. The boy thats
sitting half in and half out of the tent is Mark Bots; hes smoking and
talking in a drunk quiet voice about how flat Holland is; I am kneeling on
the grass and getting wet (the weather had changed); you can make out the
outlines of tents that are not in rows-, cars, and at the back, some trees;
and above them, there are three or so fireworks. Theyre green and orange.
To my tired and dazzled mind it all feels like a dream...
...And this is from the next morning, thats Mark and Marsha sitting under
the tree in the rain having breakfast. Its fairly dry under the tree but
all around the rain falls harder and harder; you can see it fall on yet
another- green field behind them...
I joined them, and we sat there until the tree started dripping too much for
our liking.
Then the rain stopped, and later on Belle and Sebastian came on stage, and
the what else am I going to do for this band, why am I doing this anyway
soon turned into what am I going to do when they stop touring? What am I
going to do without them?! . This was the sixth time Ive seen them play
(in a little longer than a year) and it was the one that made me remember
all the reasons why I ever fell in love with them in the first place, and
fall in love with them again.
Im not sure how this time was different from the others, I have to admit
that the setlist was perfect and that they do, really, seem to be having
more fun on stage without Isobel but there was something about it, and
when Stuart sang you can concentrate on the ones you love it brought back
memories of the time I first heard that and how I was so thrilled, and
touched, and surprised, that there was someone else out there that
concentrates on the ones they love before they fall asleep. And they made a
song about it! And I liked it so much, that I bought all their records and I
joined a mailing list about them; so much, that three years later, almost
every other song reminded me of something: Waking Up to Us reminded me of
listening to it in Benicassim and thinking I though theyd never write
songs that describe my life anymore, but this does! Wow!, Jonathan David
reminded me of singing it in various places around Europe that summer;
Scooby Driver made me bounce and Roy Walker made me dance, Simple Things
made me sigh and Loneliness of A Middle Distance Runner almost made me cry.
And thank god for Belle and Sebastian.
And I was so happy, I wanted to cry and bounce and laugh at the same time; I
wanted to marry them and take them home with me, I wanted to watch Stevie
spin and dance and be so cute in genaral and I wanted to figure out whats
going on in Stuarts head and I wanted to make Mick smile and make Sarah
talk and laugh at Chris jokes. (It was a bit sad, when they disappeared
backstage: how we think of them and they dont need us in their lives). And
wherever I looked there were happy Belle and Sebastian fans, grinning
stupidly and bouncing to the music played in their heads.
...This one is of Robbie, one of the Bowlie kids, doing that exactly...
...Oh, this one is of the Belle and Sebastian party we had later, we sat on
a blanket and listened to the latest Peel Session and Tigermilk and sang
along and we talked about how they and the internet changed our lives, and
about travelling and different places. All the things that Ive come to like
about festivals, that is. But all you can see is a bunch of kids sat behind
a car in the dark, drinking, looking at the stars. I told you, it was very
dark.
I think we were too inspired and happy to let this night end and to make it
last longer, we sat in the space between our tents Mark, Ola and Goshia,
Annie, Aton, Olivier, and Andreas, a random German bloke Aton had met at the
station. Mark and Ola played the guitar and we sang along, some people more
than others. (This one is of Mark singing dEUS Three Blind Mice, which send
me right back the when I was 18). And then, when they ran out of songs to
play on the guitar, we sang without it
some people did more than others
I usually dont sing, and theres a reason for that; as Mark very kindly put
it, I have a Moldy Peaches type of voice. Meaning, I cant sing really. But
Mark and Ola said I sounded nice, and no one complained, so I sang three of
four Hefner songs with Ola, along with This Charming Man; and then I sang
half a Hefner song, ¾ of an Aislers Set song and a greek nursery rhyme about
all things pink. On my own. In the dark. To seven other people. And it felt
great.
...I think this one is from when I was singing Home, I cant tell you how
priceless it feels to bounce in the dark (to keep warm) and sing to a circle
of Belle and Sebastian fans that
Dirty young wives turn to pretty young mums in the springtime
Youre dirty bussinessmen with no light in your lives
Youve got no dirty little wife of your own
I cant believe its true what theyre saying
I just want to go home
All these people are cheaters and liars
I just want to go home
Youll never know what your love is like
My true love is at home
We've got the songs, we've got the sun, we've got the love...
...And this one is from the when I was singing in greek
I had my eyes
closed and my fists clenched and I must have looked like a five-year-old at
a school show. Everyone took it as a lullaby.
Love and pink songs and dark nights
zoziepop
xx
ps I want to really really thank Ola and Mark for getting me to sing, and
Mark especially for finding something nice to say about my singing! I never
thought this could happen. I am as thankful to them as I am to Kenny for
making me dance at Tigermilking for the first time in my life
pps Here is the almost perfect setlist (stolen from the Bowlie Boards and
revised and still probably inaccurate), so that you can be appropriately
jealous:
Fuck This Shit
Sleep the clock around
String Bean Jean
Waking Up to Us
Wandering Alone
Get Me Away From Here
Like Dylan In The Movies
Jonathan David
Scooby Driver (extended version! Woo!)
Simple Things
The Boy With The Arab Strap
Dirty Dream Number Two
Roy Walker
Middle Distance Runner
Wrong Girl
Me and the Major
Legal Man
And Kraftwerks "Das Modell" (with Stuart and Stevie not singing the words
very confidently and the melody based on Micks trumpet, sooo great), then
the Model, and Seymour Stein somewhere in the middle but Im not sure when.
Do you see why were so happy?
pps Back to being a lurker!
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