From carmellie at xxx.com Fri Mar 1 00:24:09 2002 From: carmellie at xxx.com (Carmel) Date: Thu, 28 Feb 2002 16:24:09 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: photos Message-ID: <20020301002409.74087.qmail@web11605.mail.yahoo.com> Those were lovely photos Robert! Everyone looks quite lovely. and....Who's puppy dog is that?? he is super cute!! and I don't even like dogs very often--unless they're on wheels. I must tell of my woes today...I failed two midterms and can't move a speech I have to give next week. I think my head is going to explode from stress--too bad, I liked this head. Oh well, I guess I'll just have to deal with doing poorly in my classes this term and just graduate. No B&S news except I wish I could go to the show in Atlanta. I'm leaving for Europe on the 14th and I was thinking about buying a ticket that left on the 13th and had a layover in Atlanta, but then I thought that would cost more and be very difficult...although fun. I guess I will just have to be patient and wait for them to come to me again. Good night everyone! Have a pleasant evening! Carmel ===== "give me love give me love give me peace on earth" --George Harrison __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Greetings - Send FREE e-cards for every occasion! http://greetings.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From tboyle at xxx.com Fri Mar 1 04:06:15 2002 From: tboyle at xxx.com (terry mr boyle) Date: Fri, 01 Mar 2002 12:06:15 +0800 Subject: Sinister: Ken Chu remember the first time? Message-ID: Hello all, I have been out of the nursery for about a week and haven't yet posted, which I guess is virgin on the ridiculous, but am set to remedy that now. My name is Terry and I'm from Perth, Western Australia. I got into Belle and Sebastian after hearing Fold Your Arms... and Legal Man, and was instantly hooked. I have since bought and loved almost everything they have released (that is, bought almost everything and loved it all). I am hugely jealous of all you people getting to see B & S in the flesh. Maybe they'll make it down to Oz one day? I hope I can live up to the rather high standard of the list. Reading the digest is always funny, uplifting, and sometimes a little sad too. A nice mix if ever there was one. Summer finished yesterday. But it's still damn hot. Bye now, Terry "Flattery will get you nowhere." 2,000,000,000 Web Pages--you only need 1. Save time with My Lycos. http://my.lycos.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From aorta47 at xxx.com Fri Mar 1 04:55:30 2002 From: aorta47 at xxx.com (mmm skyscraper) Date: Thu, 28 Feb 2002 20:55:30 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: I wish my life could be as strange as a conspiracy Message-ID: <20020301045530.17303.qmail@web11804.mail.yahoo.com> Hi Thanks for the warm replies to my last post. You know who you are. Also the sinister valentine thing worked out nicely, it should become a regular thing. I haven't listened to B&S in a couple of days, I'm kinda on a break. At some point I'll probably listen to everything in order and think, how this really is great. Right now I'm obsessed with very small record labels that seem to only issue vinyl. Fat Cat and Emma's House are two such labels that capture my interest at the moment. The desire to own records is a very powerful force that cannot be easily reckoned with. I believe that Atlanta got the best deal in B&S tickets. The tickets were the cheapest and the convenience fee was pretty much the lowest. Also floor seats are still available. Are any of the Sinister massive planning on attending? I remember someone saying they were coming from LA, but exactly who escapes me at the moment. mmm skyscraper p.s. 15 days to Aarhus for those luckily enough to go. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! 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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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From blind_lisa at xxx.com Fri Mar 1 08:23:06 2002 From: blind_lisa at xxx.com (Rachel fruitloop) Date: Fri, 1 Mar 2002 00:23:06 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: There's a lot CHU be done while your KEN is still young Message-ID: <20020301082306.12955.qmail@web20204.mail.yahoo.com> HELLOOOOOO SINISTER!!! Due (CHU) to the recent outbreak of KEN CHU sitings in subject lines, I thought I owed it to you (CHU) all to warn you (CHU): YOU ARE PLAYING WITH FIRE!!! OK(EN). So maybe you won't get burned. But it's all-consuming! (all-KENCHUming). You, too, (CHU) may become addicted to putting a PY in your RE-PLY. Here's my personal "Posts Cited" list with all of the subject lines I've used with Ken's name: 3rd Post; September 24th, 2001: "Well I like KEN CHU, I know he likes you" 10th Post; October 12th, 2001: "CHUfactor" 11th Post; October 14th, 2001: "It's not as if they're paying CHU, it's not as if it's KEN" 17th Post; November 2nd, 2001: "CHU wears the clothes of an Emperor" 20th Post; November 8th, 2001: "The CHUnited states of KEnlamity, hey!" 23rd Post; November 19th, 2001: "It's no wonder KEN CHU is dribbling spit tonight"... 24th Post; November 29th, 2001: "KEN in the snow, way CHU go" 25th Post; December 5th, 2001: "Take CHUey with his bow and arrow, KEN's a mastermind" 26th Post; DeKENber 20th, 2001: "I'd rather be fat than be KENCHUsed" 27th Post; DeCHUber 25th, 2001: "To tell someone all the truth before it KENs CHU" 29th Post; January 13th, 2002: "KEN that mean that I'm getting boring? CHU tell me..." 31st Post; January 30th, 2002: "we KEN meet up in L.A. if CHU want" 33rd Post; February 8th, 2002: "I will KENfess to CHU"... 34th Post; February 14th, 2002: "KEN put me on the ground with CHU-do" 35th Post; February 21st, 2002: "Have CHU and her been taKEN pictures of your obsessions?" So, you see, they are coming in rapid succession now, with no end in sight. I may have to go to CHUaholics KENonymous! I have a whole bunch of future subject lines stored up in this sick mind of mine! I'll be in London in 2 weeks! I wonder if meeting KEN CHU will cure my CHUdropping(s) problem or just make it worse! now a bit of *****REPORTING BACK***** We had a little Sinister meetup here in Los Angeles on Saturday, February 23rd. You may remember them from such meet-ups as Los Angeles, June 2001 and November 2001: in attendance were Michael Vance and his friend Martin, Jose, Ernie Cloves, Jennifer Juniper and Me and my best friend Vicky. We met at the movie theater where we saw 'Storytelling', which I thought was grate. But like I always say, I'm no critic. I like movies for a lot of different factors and I'm pretty easy to please. I liked the second part better than the first part, but I liked the first part, too. I liked hearing Belle & Sebastian's music in the soundtrack. After the movie, we proceeded to a swanky joint nearby called Swingers where we had good food and good conversation, and Jennifer and I took our table's collective quarters and loaded up the jukebox. I think a pleasant evening was had by all. We parted ways outside of the restaurant because everybody seemed to be fairly tired and so our low-key evening of Sinister fun ended at that. Shout outs to the kitties who couldn't make it, especially Cameron, Chris, Juju, Katie Cheeriodle, Rachel Cornflake, Sara Bus Stoppers, and Brier Random! Well, that's all for me for tonight! Love to you all (especially Ben!) love, Rachel fruitloop P.S. Laura Llew, I like the term "tawdry trollop" or "sinful harlot" or the good ol' fashioned "two-bit whore"! __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Greetings - Send FREE e-cards for every occasion! http://greetings.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From snowy_theband at xxx.com Fri Mar 1 12:59:56 2002 From: snowy_theband at xxx.com (snowy .) Date: Fri, 01 Mar 2002 12:59:56 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Don't leave the BRIGHT-ON baby..... Message-ID: Hello again. Sorry to just leap into the puns, but I couldn't resist that one. I went to Brighton yesterday, to buy new shoes. I popped on the Brighton express and arrived at 1:30. And I was on the train home at 3:30. Much as I like Brighton, (being skint) I couldn't think of much to do there. Secondhand clothes are actually more expensive than in London down there. I had a lovely lunch in Infinity though. Anyway, the point I was going to make was this. On the train down, I was looking out of the window and daydreaming. And I got to thinking about bands/artists who manage to cultivate a sense of their surroundings in their work. I think travelling through Battersea made me think of Morrissey, and how he used to move from Manchester to London to Manchester.....etc. Then I thought about B&S, and the sense that they are very much a 'Glasgow' band. And I started feeling like I have lost my identity to some extent. As I spent the first 18 years of my life living in Devon (in the same house) and most of my adult life in London. I have moved back to Devon a couple of times. And each time I have found it difficult because I have changed. But I find it difficult in London too, because I'll always be Devonian really. There is no answer to this. But I wonder what (if any) impact this has had on my writing. Hmmmmmmm. I'll have to go through my stuff and see how much writing I've done about train journeys. ~ ~ @ @ | \_/ Take care. snowy xxx _________________________________________________________________ Chat with friends online, try MSN Messenger: http://messenger.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From mbbx9ff2 at xxx.uk Fri Mar 1 13:10:27 2002 From: mbbx9ff2 at xxx.uk (fiona) Date: Fri, 1 Mar 2002 13:10:27 BST Subject: Sinister: my old man's a monkey, he wears a monkey's hat In-Reply-To: Message-ID: From: "Kieran Devaney" sinistereenies, DAMMIT, WHERE ARE MY TICKETS???? sorry, needed to get that out of my system. kieran d told a story about stereolab fans not telling each other that they could not get into a gig yet because they were too shy. it reminded me of last saturday night when i was in a taxi queue at leeds train station, on my own because i had lost my friends in the club and very cold because it was very cold. unusually for a saturday night in the centre of leeds there seemed to be no taxis at all and the queue was unbelievably large. stood behind me was a rather loud scottish girl and a rather loud yorkshire girl and they were cursing every time someone got in a taxi one their own without asking the rest of the queue if anyone was going on the same direction. i soon got to wondering if they had thought this through, i mean would you really want to get in a cab at 3am with a stranger just because you were travelling the same way. i wouldn't, so thankfully when i got to the front of the queue one of the loud girls shouted down the length of it to see if anyone was going my way, no-one was and i could ride home without a comfotable silence. that is possibly the dullest thing i have ever posted to this list and it only takes a glance at the archives to appreciate the standard i have to uphold. but the moral of the story is it is not just those who like shy bands that are reluctant to talk to other people, the same applies to people on their way from dreadful townie clubs, the only exceptions being those people who are naturally loud. Mark Meyerson said: >I am preetttty weeelllll psyched that B&S are coming to the East >Coast. >I am even more excited that they are coming to wash DC and i laughed, picturing isobel with her sleeves rolled up, wearing a hairnet, armed with a chamois leather and a mop. [how great is the word 'chamois' and its even more great that i know how to spell it] Manchester gig meetup news... i have now officially decided to be the pre/post manchester gig meetup mummy. responses so far have been a little thin on the ground so if people would like to get their expressions of interest / ideas for things to do in to me i will start making some plans. love and monkeys, fiona. STEREOLAB FANS Not long before Christmas, I went to see Stereolab play live at the Birmingham Academy. I left the house early, because I had to get to the cashpoint nearby for some tshirt money, the halifax one, the one thats closed at the moment. I left excited, making sure I had my ticket, some change for the phone in case I needed to use it (I don't believe in mobiles) and my coat and everything. It wasn't till I got on the bus (the #97 from Bordesley Green East, the stop just outside the Richmond Pub), that I realised I'd forgotten my bus pas. It was too late to go back, if I did that I might miss something, and the buses are usually slow into town during winter evenings, so I paid with some of the change I was carrying and resigned myself to the fact that I wouldn't be able to buy either a tshirt or the stereolab exclusive tour single (which isn't that good, but everyone a sucker for exclusive 7" singles aren't they?), because I keep my halifax cashcard inside my bus pass. Damn. But still, I wasn't going to let something like that ruin a good gig, so I sat and waited for the bus to get into town. The bus was indeed slow and laborious, there was some sort of delay right on the outskirts of Town, so that by the time we actually got to the last bus stop, it was gone 7:00, and they would be letting people in already. I had done a quick scan of the people on the bus, and despite the presence of several shady looking characters, I deduced that none of my fellow passengers were destined for the gig that night - far more sinister pursuits undoubtedly awaited them in town. We all got off, and I started walking leisurely towards the Academy, it's probably worth pointing out that I was going to the gig completely on my own - while some of my friends have quite good musical taste, when it comes to Stereolab they all fall into one of two categories, either 'heard of but not heard' or 'not heard of', the philistines. But I actually quite like going to gigs on my own - and for Stereolab, anything. As I approached the venue, past the halifax I was supposed to get tshirt money from, past the McDonalds which was still open, patronised by slack-jawed sportswear sporting types, further down, across the road etc, I noticed a few people were still queing up outside, I knew it was past door opening time, so I assumed they were waiting for other people or something. I wandered past them and up to the fetching brown metal doors of the academy, which were, oddly, only very slightly open. I glanced back at the people in the queue, they were looking at me, but nobody said anything. I poked my head around the door to see two of the orange and black clad security staff chatting outside the ticket booth, "Yes?" said the larger of the two, a slightly imposing skinhead type, they both looked at me. "Er, Stereolab are on tonight aren't they?" I said, getting my grammar wrong in the fluster. "Yeah mate, they're still practising so you'll have to wait," said the security guard, "shouldn't be long now though." he looked at his watch. "Ok, thanks" I said bemusedly, and turned back outside. As I walked to the back of the tiny queue I glanced at the people in it - why hadn't they told me what was going on? I put my hands in my pockets and waited, it was quite cold, but not too bad, and I thought that since there were only a few people already here, I could easily get a good place near the front. That would make up for not getting a tshirt I thought. As I was thinking this a girl wandered across the road - from just outside Toys 'R' Us (Can you do backwards r's on computers? It isn't on my character map), she was attired in a manner befitting to a Stereolab fan, and indeed seemed to be making for the gig. My suspicions were confirmed when she walked past me, down the queue and towards the doors. I wondered if I should say anything, since she was bound to get the same response as I did, but I held back, partly because of my own inherent shyness and also because I thought it was a good chance for the people ahead of me to do the right thing and tell her. But the didn't. So she went up to the door, poked her head round and undoubtedly had the same conversation with the skinhead security guard. She glared at us a minute or so later as she walked back to take her place behind me in the queue and I looked away. About five minutes later the small queue of us were let in, and I couldn't help wondering if what had happened was an exclusive trait of people in shy bands like Stereolab, or if the incident said something about us on a wider scale. I don't know. The gig was fantastic by the way, about as good as you imagine Stereolab live being, there was dancing and merrymaking for all. I used the last of my change to phone home (from the phonebox outside adam's), and ask for a lift back since I didn't have enough for the bus. I got home to find that I had missed all but the last Hefner John Peel Session song, which was mildly annoying. Though I do think, having since heard the whole session, thanks to the wonder of techonology that is audiogalaxy.com that the song I did get to hear 'Anne and Bill' is the best of the bunch. I have an insatiable desire to leave this feeling unfinished and go an pop some bubble wrap. I just know I left it lying around here somewhere... Bye - Kieran _________________________________________________________________ Chat with friends online, try MSN Messenger: http://messenger.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From R.Playforth at xxx.uk Fri Mar 1 13:39:11 2002 From: R.Playforth at xxx.uk (Rachel Playforth) Date: Fri, 1 Mar 2002 13:39:11 +0000 (GMT Standard Time) Subject: Sinister: portable kisses Message-ID: "Why does it seem to me that the poets and teenagers are the protectors and sustainers of the possibilities of kisses?" - tess gallagher i'm all over the place this morning. this may be because i've been writing, something to which i've become unaccustomed. it's hard, i now remember, to bring my mind down (or up? or out?) from trying to get a grip on tiny, exact things like words and return to making normal, inexact conversation and doing filing. i've also been reading the new Careless Talk (ha, i just typed 'carless' by mistake - the journal for pedestrians?) which is growing on me. there is certainly a healthy dose of passion in there. although matt brought it home from work saying 'here you go, fresh from the sweaty paw of everett true himself' which did put me off slightly. one belle & sebastian related comment to report so far, from an interview with aerogramme (i paraphrase slightly): 'arab strap and us mix harshness with our emotion. you can't be too sensitive in glasgow or you get twatted. that's why you never see belle and sebastian drinking in the city centre.' something like that anyway. the star-crossed ex-lovers are still making me sad. perhaps also reminding me unpleasantly of my own messy break-up with the boy in question four years ago. it's funny, however much you forget and move on, there are still little grains of every painful experience left behind deep in your subconscious. i can't wait to see b&s in brixton and reach that sublime medium between primal rock n roll euphoria and tearful appreciation of beauty. that should sort me out. oh, can i just have a wee little boast (i really feel like a conceited twat saying this but it has improved my self-esteem so much that i have to share): i've been shortlisted for an eric gregory award, which is pretty much THE last word in prizes if your a poet under 30. so far the shortlist is 17 (out of 107 entries) so even if i get no further i might at least stop thinking that i ought to give up and become a bricklayer. "There are thousands of types of people in the world: The type that divides the world up into two types of people, and the thousands of other types." - the onion luv archel xxx ****************** Visit www.buzzwords.ndo.co.uk for the best new writing on the web. Email submissions to buzzwords at bigfoot.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From tompettinger at xxx.uk Fri Mar 1 16:51:26 2002 From: tompettinger at xxx.uk (Tom Pettinger) Date: Fri, 1 Mar 2002 16:51:26 -0000 Subject: Sinister: I love you my farfisa Message-ID: <004701c1c141$56548820$fc2f3c3e@pbncomputer> Hello all. Here is the pastiche. Unfortunately it is rather epic and pretty much about offbeat me and the list and isn't has good as it could have been, but...eh, what'ya gonna do. I think it should scan quite well if sung along to "Expectations". By the way, the subject refers to the b-side of a rather good single by electrelane, if any of you like retro organ noise they are worth ear room. "Monday morning, wake up: cup of tea Some marmite on some toast Can't face school just yet I'll tell you what, I'll go and read some posts, But before you know it hours fly by I really should be there, but I'm still at my 'pooter eating toast and in my underwear... Wednesday morning, looks like I've still got A lot of work to do But it won't get done because right now I'm reading posts by *you*, I love you all unless you're careless and you churn out list abuse even then it's quite amusing and to someone it's some use... Hey, you're abused I don't mind, I think it's fine Send a mixtape to a friend soon he will know I'm insane... and I'm posting toss aga-ain... Friday morning, wake up knowing that it's Offbeat night tonight, tell your friends what to expect I think they're going to see the light Do you want to come and dance to indie and be one of them treading on the cat as you crash home at just past 2 a.m... Friday evening sees us walking through the student union halls, get to Offbeat, there's already sweat condensing on the walls get a drink and then I wander round start looking for a stool- I start to dance-even though it makes me look a fool... Next day morning, wake up its a challenge getting out of bed Only marmite toast and tea can help me clear this fuzzy head Write to sinister and bore them with a self absorbed pastiche The only words I know to rhyme with that are Micro-fiche and quiche... Hey, you're abused I don't mind, I think it's fine Send a mixtape to a friend soon he will know I'm insane... and I'm posting toss aga-ain... And you know who i am so why start to read this spam? If you hate it, don't complain, Soon you will learn not to read a post of mine aga-ain... *raspberry noise* Tom +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From younnoh at xxx.com Sat Mar 2 21:57:32 2002 From: younnoh at xxx.com (Youn Noh) Date: Sat, 2 Mar 2002 13:57:32 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: this galloping rhythm... leave me, a dead horse at your door Message-ID: <20020302215732.98809.qmail@web21209.mail.yahoo.com> I don't know if this will be of any interest to you, but Stuart's first introduction of himself on the previous band web site has been added to the writing archive on their current site. David Moore's name carried all the weight in my request. Frankly, it's slighter than I remembered it, with Stuart's contribution just a border to provide context. (But you're probably the type who looks at frames and judges their appropriateness first, for all that it will tell you about your host.) Maybe he was deflecting attention from himself, but without the shyness that I once thought his individuality represented. In the days when he stood apart from his fans and offered a private smile to the camera. And I see where scrupulously putting on a lab coat in the dark room and feeling guilty for not running every day fit into a pattern. But he's lighter now. I thought of the subject line while listening to "The Way Of The Vaselines" at the gym. I think it was during 'Oliver Twisted' or 'The Day I Was A Horse'. But in the car, I noticed there is a line about galloping through the dew in 'Rory Rides Me Raw'. That (the line or all the jostling up and down imaginary stairs) and watching "Un Chien Andalou" have put weird images in my head. In a heartless moment, I threw away a tape of their songs that an old friend had made for me. All the songs on the tape are on the compilation and it was recorded over another singer's songs, i.e., over another release. He let the tape run so that it recorded noises in the room. People who go to clubs and dance all night to their favorite songs feel good like I do by the 7th song. But they're so high, they're such expert dancers, they don't need to care about the song too much. When was work free? When did people feel this good working? Today I heard "The old golden savages killed their philosophers." That friend sent me a funny note about repression, its positive aspects. I think I really understand him now. It is impossible to get to the bottom of things. And to try to do so would run counter to another principle, which is supposed to be expressed in "Hamlet". I can't find the passage, but it's about how in our actions, we reveal ourselves, so we should take care. That's a very poor paraphrase, but it's from something a professor said that has been rattling around in my head for three years. I should have looked it up then. Have you ever watched a silent film? I watched my first one yesterday. It was Fritz Lang's "Metropolis". I didn't know this before, but there are stills with just text; of course, not enough to match up with what everyone has been saying, but enough to settle any doubts left by exaggerated gestures. It's probably not that way with Chaplin's films or with Buster Keaton's. So fine and neat are their movements. I wonder to what extent changes in the text would affect our interpretation of the film. There must be clear limits (for which I am grateful). But then again, you're probably the type to see a world of difference in the addition of a comma. There was a scene where the foreman was whistling for the workers' attention. The music became nearly silent while they were ignoring him, then suddenly keyed up when they started to follow him. And in the scenes where the inventor Rotwang is chasing Maria, the music seems joyous instead of foreboding, maybe for a comedic touch. It's funny that ultimately Rotwang suffers, and nobody else. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Sports - sign up for Fantasy Baseball http://sports.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From halighhalou at xxx.com Sat Mar 2 23:08:17 2002 From: halighhalou at xxx.com (lindsey baker) Date: Sat, 02 Mar 2002 17:08:17 -0600 Subject: Sinister: we lay on the bed there, kissing just for Message-ID: hello sinister. again with the smoking. in the last few days, i have discovered an odd comfort in standing in a soft snowstorm, a cigarette smoking away in my hand, not knowing for certain which clouds coming from my mouth are smoke and which are breath, and thinking that the difference is poetic. maybe i started smoking just so i have something to write about consistently, and with pleasure. my poems are leaden with ashes. the man at the chinese shop gave me two fortune cookies today, and one fortune says 'your luck has been completely changed today.' the other: 'a person is never too old to learn.' and i believe the prediction and the cliche. he called thursday night, drunk and wanting to see me. so i roused, washed my face, got ready, left. let him hold my hand, and let him lead me away from the party and back to my apartment, let him kiss me, let him again under the tangle of blue and white checked sheets. i listened again to our shallow breathing, and watched his closed eyes hover above my opened own. he said when you kiss someone with open eyes, you do not trust him. i did, and i didn't. trust fell away with each time i said no, with each time he ventured further down and down under the blanket, under the comforter my mother bought me two years ago, for the dorm, for my bed. no went from a whisper to a stronger voice, and my rasping was no longer from lust but from fear. he finally fell away into sleep, and i realized the bed reeked of alcohol. he reeked of alcohol. and i wondered again why he had not called before he was staggering, and why i had been staggering toward him for so long without answer. he has said he blacked out; he just remembers telling me he loved me, just remembers the question he asked and the answer i refused. he is going to stop drinking, he said. he could never hurt me, and never live with himself if he did. he does not want me to be scared of him, he said, and will spend the rest of his days proving to me who he is, and why fear is unnecessary. and i will spend the rest of my days without him, but with the lesson i heave learned, with the pending moment wherein i say no for the final, triumphant time. i will watch him leave, and remember that distance and time are not made up in a bottle and a bed, or in the apologies that follow. fear is tangible, and always, always beneath the quivering surface of my hands, my mouth. i think they like it, misunderstanding the reasons for it. taking my hands, frigid from february winds, and warming them, relishing in the return of blood to my veins, their heroic response to need, action relinquishing wait. i wonder who it will be on that day, that day when he will see that the fear is not for them, for him, but for me. for what i do. yesterday was one of calm detachment, a separation from the way things are and a reporter's objectivity taking the reins again, steering. today the sun is shining. everything is melting, and so am i. los desaparecidos means 'the disappeared ones.' vocal dissidents who speak, and are silenced quickly and finally. here is to los desaparecidos, and here is to those who silence them. xxx lou _________________________________________________________________ MSN Photos is the easiest way to share and print your photos: http://photos.msn.com/support/worldwide.aspx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From the_cats_pajamas at xxx.com Sat Mar 2 23:21:43 2002 From: the_cats_pajamas at xxx.com (The Cat's Pajamas) Date: Sat, 02 Mar 2002 23:21:43 +0000 Subject: Sinister: My own personal Tigermilk Message-ID: Hi all, I took the first steps on a journey today. I auditioned for a local theatre troupe. I'm being realistic about my chances of being accepted. I'm an ecologist by trade, so the theater thing is kind of new. With the exception of a year working with an improv troupe, I don't have much experience. The important thing is that I tried though...As I was riding home on the train I was listening to Tigermilk and thinking "Wow! I'm just like Belle and Sebastian". Here's how that works: I figured when they made the original Tigermilk it was kind of on a lark. Only a few hundred copies were made, but it turned out they had what it took and they managed to make it big and live out their dreams of becoming rock stars, even if they don't act like rock stars most of the time. So, there I was trying out for this theater company when I really had no business to be doing it. The difference of course is that B+S actually have talent, whereas I'm somewhat of a hack. Oh well...I'm not really like an actor, and I'm not really like a rock star, but I'm trying, durn it. And Thom Yorke says "if you try the best you can, if you try the best you can, the best you can is good enough" So I'll take Thom's words to heart and be happy :) ...And so ended the most unnecessary post ever. The townsfolk rejoiced, the princess was saved from the dragon, and everyone pushed delete and happily moved on to the next message. Jason _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From pah6211 at xxx.com Sun Mar 3 01:46:33 2002 From: pah6211 at xxx.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?paul=20healy?=) Date: Sun, 3 Mar 2002 01:46:33 +0000 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: Camera Obscura play London Message-ID: <20020303014633.42399.qmail@web13308.mail.yahoo.com> I regret not to see them last year hope I make this time. Paul Healy Sunday 31st March Pow! To The People 3 all-dayer featuring Butterflies of Love Camera Obscura Black Nielson Saloon Cane 141 Woodchuck plus more to be added The Monarch, Chalk Farm Road, London NW1 Nearest tube: Chalk Farm / Camden Town Entrance: £10 (£8 in advance from Track & Field - cheques to T&F - the Track & Field organisation, Top Flat, 7 Lakefield Road, London N22 6RR) P.S. footy today(Sunday) top Primrose Hill @3pm __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Everything you'll ever need on one web page from News and Sport to Email and Music Charts http://uk.my.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From Max421 at xxx.com Sun Mar 3 14:43:42 2002 From: Max421 at xxx.com (Max421 at xxx.com) Date: Sun, 03 Mar 2002 09:43:42 EST Subject: Sinister: Let's pretend its a work of art. Let's pretend its not my heart. Message-ID: I think I'm in love with Stephen Merrit. I know I'm supposed to be talking about the big belle and sebastian concert coming up in New York, and how excited I am, but last night and the night before that I went to see the magnetic fields play all 69 love songs. The first night, rachel and I sat all the way at the back of alice tully hall, squinting to make out their faces. It was still cool though, hearing them play through the first album and a half. The songs seemed to make more sense live. The second night, our seats were better. The vibes were a lot better, and ww could actually see the faces of the bandmemmbers. They're so awesome. Like, I feel like just sitting there, I got to to know them some how. For those of you who know the albums, the songs are so much more moving in concert. I was almost in tears at the end of "pappa was rodeo". At intermission, was coincidentally walked past the stage entrance and rachel dragged me over to talk to the band. I actually had a conversation with dudley klute, the guy who sin! gs "the luckiest guy on the lower east-sid". THAT was exciting. I also got a nod from Stephen Merrit. At the end of the concert, we got stephem merrit to come back from an encore, even though he's an ornery little baby that hates performing. He played one of his new songs "My little ukelele", which i think falls somewhere in between "seeing other people" and "winter wooskie" If you have any interest, go see eban and charley! Well thats all for now. I have to go do my philosophy homework. Does anyone know how hume's empiricism effected kant's philosophy? HELP!!!! Love and more love, Max -------------------------------------------------------- Oh, I need you more than air. Is it true you just don't care? Are you having an affair? Yeah, oh yeah. --69 love songs, part three +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From lucyalder at xxx.com Sun Mar 3 16:37:35 2002 From: lucyalder at xxx.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?Lucy=20Alder?=) Date: Sun, 3 Mar 2002 16:37:35 +0000 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: My name is Lucy and I... Message-ID: <20020303163735.48807.qmail@web14206.mail.yahoo.com> ...live in Glasgow. Be warned Apps, Carter and all you other long distance lovers, in the end one of you has to move and it is a right royal pain in the arse. You have to try to get everything you own packed up small enough to fit into a Nissan Sunny, but you procrastinate lots and then you run out of carrier bags and then you realise the car may be the same colour as a tardis, but that's where the similarity ends and you just ain't going to get it all in. So then you chug through the night in all kinds of weather apart from the clement sort and your sister whacks the heating right up and makes you feel right dozy but you have to try your hardest to stay awake because she's doing you a massive favour by driving you up. And then, when you finally get there, you remember that you live on the third floor and there's no lift and you have to get yourself and several hundred bags of stuff up there by hook or by crook (or by driving to Milngavie to collect the boyfriend, who is ). Blimey! But then you sit down and nurse your cup of tea and go all grinny because (a) you're finally there and (b) all your mates came to the pub to give you a jolly good send off. It was kind of like Eastenders, but nobody's car exploded killing an eighties pop star who has BLATANTLY been messing about with Grecian 2000 lately. Ken came all the way from Milton Keynes, though, and Carsmile Steve and Meg came from Oxford and loads and loads of people came from London and I got a dart board and cake and CD as going away pressies and it was luvverly, thank you all very much! So here I am, in a new flat with wooden floorboards, seagrass carpet and lots of Ikea furniture (ooh, get me!) living a mere hour from the boyfriend's doorstep. Blimey! And I am going to see Lloyd Cole at the Grand Ole Opry tomorry nighty. Blimey again. The Pinefox would be proud, I hope. The ticket says NO SUPPORT in big letters, which I presume means that he favours classic boxers over briefs, Calvins or Y-Fronts. Or maybe he is getting older and fatter, but his manbreasts do not yet merit a bra. A long time ago, I travelled to Brighton and went to a picnic, which was one of the bestest ever and I do feel qualified to say this, seeing as I have been going to picnics for nearly three years. Archel, you are a darling and I will make every effort to come to the one in the summer, especially if I get to be voyeuristic and watch Neptune take Mark Casarotto roughly from behind again. May I also apologise to the three skinny indie boys whose bed I hogged that night? Sorry lovelies. Your skinny indie hipbones must have dug painfully into the floor. I feel contrite and will repay you in lollies. Right, the orange notice has just popped up to say my credit is low, so I will be off. Mandee and Eric, I am putting together packages full of stuff and things for you, but what with the move it's been a bit difficult. I am not forgetting you. Juicy Lucy x ===== We're going out! http://www.groups.yahoo.com/group/london-indie __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Everything you'll ever need on one web page from News and Sport to Email and Music Charts http://uk.my.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From david at xxx.uk Sun Mar 3 18:41:58 2002 From: david at xxx.uk (David White) Date: Sun, 3 Mar 2002 18:41:58 -0000 Subject: Sinister: Review of 2001 Message-ID: This probably constitutes list abuse but there is content so I'll take my chances... The results have been counted in the http://www.belleandsebastian.freeserve.co.uk fan's survey for 2001. To view the results and see what Belle & Sebastian fans thought of the music of 2001, visit the site and go to the Votes page. David White david at belleandsebastian.freeserve.co.uk +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From pykachu100 at xxx.com Mon Mar 4 12:24:35 2002 From: pykachu100 at xxx.com (Kenneth P Y Chu) Date: Mon, 04 Mar 2002 12:24:35 +0000 Subject: Sinister: If you're feeling nostalgia Message-ID: Visiting your old University town is kinda weird. You drive past the University park, it is stagnant, inert to time. You have moved on, aged, yet everything else are still - the staggering trees still stagger, the buildings are still built, the passing girls who used to make you swoon still pass, and never aged one bit - yet you have, you don't even swoon any longer, you just sigh in deep nostalgia, when "Yesterday once more" by the Carpenters is being played on your stereo. You still feel attached to it all but you have expired your time of stay, at least it says so on your plastic card. You can still remember every muscle every bone of your abode for 3 years, but now you're merely dead skin cells that have fallen away, new ones have regenerated and all you can do is cling onto its shoulder before you get brushed away. You still know your way around town, but every corner there is something or somewhere new that you haven't seen or been, that you think you must visit next weekend when you finish your lectures, only there aren't any lectures anymore. Your friends are one thing that still seem familar, and you feel comfortable around them, yet on the back of your mind you feel strange that you're no longer part of their lives, and that to them you're more a guest than a company. And then you feel strange that you should think so much. Ken _________________________________________________________________ MSN Photos is the easiest way to share and print your photos: http://photos.msn.com/support/worldwide.aspx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From figure2 at xxx.net Mon Mar 4 15:52:16 2002 From: figure2 at xxx.net (figure2 at xxx.net) Date: Mon, 4 Mar 2002 16:52:16 +0100 Subject: Sinister: my alchemical processes need more context than refinement: you can have everythi Message-ID: <20020304155216.BZTH1003.fep06-svc.ttyl.com@localhost> I WOULD LIKE ALL OF THESE THINGS IN MY SOUP Waiting on the bus I eyed the steelwork. The space is a rip-off of some other architect's achievement at Stansted and the Round Hollow Sections here are Too Thick. Hold it up on wires and jets of calibrated silent air, not this over-girthy metal tubework coated in whitewash! And did you even *attempt* to avoid the standard second-best formula? Oh so oh too cynical. On the way here one got the impression that the pilot up front was young but confident. "It's a beautiful night for flying and with us here are three of ** Airline's finest: Monica, Brandie and Hot Toddie." The moon was out and the craft swooped over and down, making contact with the tarmac with a slight thump but the aerolons were quickly manouvered to the vertical, 'G'ing up the deceleration to give one almost as much of a buzz as the reverse process up north: hell when this thing is going like a Ferrari I don't even *care* if it doesn't take off. Feel the *speed*. Feel the *speed rising*. The plane followed suit and therefore I write this now, and not as a memorandum from hell. I'm writing this in bed and bah! Have to get up to get a train in a minute. With none other than a confessional intention I shall add that it's 07:27 and I'm slowly working my way through the glasses of brandy and iced water I brought up from the hotel lounge some six hours ago. I had a maroon shirt on in velvet with a grey polyester DKNY tie on with five rectangular cut-outs exposing a vermillion interior like the last lights left on in a skyscraper and finally, and rather *de trop*, a grey and gold striped waistcoat with a linen frontside. I had sought out the last table with it's own lamp because I wanted to read more of EXHIBITIONISM by Toby Litt: a book I'd picked up earlier in the evening on account of it's rather fetching cover featuring a flowery cotton shrink-wrapped posterior of a woman pretending to be a dog and a clutch of favourable reviews of his other efforts called 'corpsing' and 'deadkidsongs' and 'adventures in capitalism'. So I was between the chapters 'Map-Making among the Middle-Classes' and ' "Legends of Porn" (Polly Morphous) Final Shooting Script' when it's drawn to my intention that I'm sitting next to about seven Cider Barons, one of whom has a Somerset accent, another with an American one (let's say East Coast) and the others with generic lower middle class English. All wearing tuxedos, and three discussing vintage port after a sort of dull macho fashion: "She put the decanter in the dish-washer and it went all white." "Stuart Crystal doesn't work in the machines. I picked one up in the factory shop for £160" "That's not much cheaper than retail really. I think they make them in Japan too now. Maybe Korea". "The only thing'll do it is a dose of vinegar." "Ha! A pint of cider will get the white off." "Is three million OTT for an acre in town?" "Wouldn't have thought so. Just past the traffic lights. In fact, in the late seventies..." "I drank the last one this christmas and it was byooootifool" "You want to filter it through a cold mesh." " Get down on the floor of a competitor... Injection-moulded taps should be in our league" I couldn't concentrate and the middle class dinner party in the book went by in something of a blur. Back to the bed. Room. It has rather alot of carpet. Overall, it's not exactly stylish but it is...: in a recess next to the section boxed-out to house an en-suite facility is a rather uncomforteable- looking blue sofa under a shitty print in a pompous gilt frame befriended by a pair of brassy sconces either side and, well, the whole thing was so far away I never reached it: it was just a view on the horizon. AS THE ANXIETY BUILDS SO DOES THE RANDOMNESS In my formative years girls wore jeans on which was written on a patch on the back: their butt, I suppose, accurately as it turns out, "What shall I wear?" Such a cutely framed conundrum to which the only answer was (exploiting an intrinsic female indecisiveness) "Why not try *these* on, instead?" One will become aware at this point that the process is more rewarding than the result. Hell it's comfy here. I love beds. I have to get to a railway station, which involves re-tracing last night's extortionate taxi ride. The taxi was a geography rather than an energy problem, and it cost £2.50 before we even left the station forecourt and a further 20p waiting for the lights to turn at the bottom. Talking of money, breakfast here is £14. I *should* eat like *right now* but £14? Go hike, Mr. Manager Sir. The privations of being esconsed in a luxury establishment. I resolve without fizz and put the notepad down; TV on. It's Open University geometry and, as usual, yellow shirts, brown ties and sideburns are quietly explaining something shown on a graph. I want some POP MUSIC. Where's Cat Deely when you need her? I go to a conference which I will summarise as follows: 20th century architecture absorbed the techniques of mass production in order to align the ideology of democracy with its processes, which resulted in orthogonal geometry: horizontals, verticals, flat planes. Now computers allow the profession to indulge in what it really likes, which are sexy curvy forms like it was in the days of stonemasons and the baroque. So, gee-whizz, we can do curvy quite cheap now. Of course, the first thing that gets lost in a tecchie talk is what does it actually all mean? What letter comes after the letters wow? In any case, one cool fact is that one can use a soap bubble to calculate the perfect tension minimal surface form for given forces, and if you get a bunch of loose chains, hang them upside down then turn a photo of the aforesaid upside down you get a series of parabolas which calculate a pretty efficient compressive structure. It looks pretty too. Someone flashed up a slide of a sectional diagram of a snail. I had a bit of a giggle realising that one of the panellists had slept with the same girl I'd slept with. CAD CAM academia incest! wheee! We take a break for "coffee" which involves pinging open the second can of Stella I bought on the train and being as far away from the other delegates as possible, which happens to be a wooden bench in glorious sunlight overlooking a duck-pond. There is a bloke mallard getting horny with a female one and chasing it around with much wing flapping and splashing on the water and quacking. The girl duck is having none of the nonsense, but does insist on staying in front. I wanna see some hardcore pond action, but to no avail. Do ducks have dicks? There is a black-headed loner seagull in the vicinity. I'm not sure, neither is it, but if I stay still enough I might convince the bird I'm a tree or part of the bench. In any case, after much deliberation it starts to wander over then hangs a sharp left towards the lakelet. An altercation with the assembled avians on the shore ensues, leading to a tantrum by the loner, who stretches it's head as far-forwards as possible and opens it's beak and gullet to emit a squawk or craak of such vehemence it almost sounds like a seagull version of "fuck-off". I think we're beginning to get along. Topological transformation: implicit form via the filter of specific material properties, blah blah. I take a bus into Bath and write three postcards. Then I write more in the notebook getting rather too serious about pedants and pendants and spring mechanisms, as in clocks and rites. So I'll edit that out. I know I'm getting real pompous when I start writing VULGAR in capital letters. Get back to your mythical pile in the country, Gordon. Ah. It's nice to be in a large double bed again, eyeing-up the vacant square meterage of carpet around it. A good clear three square meters to the right before the expanse is brought to a halt by a tacky ash-veneer effort with a television on top, made by Phillips of Phillips Compact Cassette fame. A pity there isn't a woman to match the bed-spread but, then again, I do insist upon referring to you lot as generically strange and exotic concepts. Frank Lloyd Freud Swallowed His Mother goes the tabloid bold print. I ended up talking to an MBA student who had a 'University of ****' business card. In return I smoked most of his Malboro's (not lights either) and gave him a card with my mobile number on it which comes free with a pay-as-you-go- Vodaphone contract and the phone's never switched on anyway and my land-line is ex-directory. Yeah, I'm a bit of a recluse. If it comes to it, our people will talk to your people. I was too late for the last night train to the home of the slave trade so I got a cab. £30. My visa account becomes a sort of distant glow of infinite proportions. Just write the checks kid and carry on: money is a *verb* said the usurer to the idiot. Just another oscillation of texture said the painter/couturier. INSERT YOUR OWN HEADLINE: I HAVE SOME BUT THEY'RE LATER ON Francoize Breut rocks out but only a chic wee bit, after a sample of world music that sounds like a funeral march through the streets of Naples. Napoli. She seems to get along with these wee snippets 'My head is bursting, dear' and it's traditional in French pop to refer to their old African colonies; especially Algeria. Why hello Mr. Camus and Monsieur Derrida. But cheeky chic chick Francoiz goes ALL THE WAY TO JAPAN. WHAT a.. why, what a woman. I've said it before. In response to such a compliment I speculate that she'd respond with a gallic version of 'whatever'. *Tendresse-moi* ye daft bint.:) FIRST HEADLINE: I DEMAND ORCHIDS There are no fresh flowers in this room and about ten hours later I also find out that the local florist has sold my well-intentioned dad as a gift to my mum some near-dead daffodils! Isn't that SO APALLING? Flowers as gestures are such subtle mechanisms and nearly dead flowers well, work it out: it makes me almost physically sick. My mum loves daffs. Anyway, back to the room and out of the window there is only a bit of flat roof felt and some concrete framing all gauzed-off via a net curtain. The curtain doesn't do hotmail, nor does it flicker with bits of advertising like the A.O.L. girl. "Watch out kids: there is bad stuff on the net." Bad stuff beyond it too: that concrete detailling is horrendeous. I'll be out of here soon. 11:03 Su says the window on my radio-synched alarm clock. Maybe alarm clocks should have built in smoke detectors and function as all-over problem-alert devices. Maybe it could even be cajolled into beaming over to the outside of the door over there to the left; the one that the cornicing stops either side of and from whose handle hangs in place of a 'do not disturb' sign an 'I'm hard of hearing: if there's a fire going on please yell really loudly' sorta sign. KOI CARPS. IF THERE'S GOING TO BE A FLOOD I WANT KOI CARPS IN IT The whiskers on them look a bit stupid but they're touchy-feely kinda fish and some of them live almost as long as tortoises. MY JOB IS SECURE FOR AT LEAST ANOTHER MONTH SO I'M CHASING A MORTGAGE One has to get the best deal. Right like: right this moment I really don't give a flying **** at a rolling donut. Yesterday I did and tomorrow I might.carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero A GRAND WHITE PIANO Someone's either tuning it or doing a rhapsody in a-rhythmical octaves. Play a tune goddamnit! What about Scott Joplin's 'The Entertainer'? That would go down quite nicely on a Sunday morning. Andrea Dworkin can punch my face now cause it might be a woman at the instrument. A tune! Tuner-person has burst into a 30's style medlee. God is in heaven and evaporated milk and would any lassies care to foxtrot? At this point a Steps-sized pop ensemble sit down all morning glowy and I swear that this is fucking scary because they're all rather beautiful. I look the other way, through a softwood timber ballustrade and through the waxy leaves of a tree growing from below the mezzanine. Beyond that is water. The water is a thick sludgy green colour and light craft are, on occasion, plying up and down. Narrowboats; fibre-glass cruisers and some proper steel-hulled steamboats moored upstream of a lifting bridge. It's delightfully 'nothing else better to do' my sweet. The pianist chromatically trickles into a song popular during the Second World War. This provokes an emotional state someone born in 1970 has no right to. Very confusing. An open-backed narrow boat cruises by with people sitting under a festooned yellow vinyl canopy. There is a wake of seagull cries and parabolic ripplets: efficient distribution of force as has been learned. There's more navel-gazing in the notebook involving Frank Bob and Frankenfrutter and platform cross-overs, ending in 'the more stranger the path, Alice, the more I follow: *Ennui* is a word and here are some words, before which I should add that, although I didn't actually enjoy being chased around the souk by an over-excited tour guide I did see many pots, ceramic figurines and carpets in the process.' So here it goes: In the noon-day sun, I was chased by one and Crowded though it was, He caused me pause as Our eyes met at a corner: I was chasing a dream I didn't wish to catch And he was after my time and money. MUSTANG SALLY! You smell of musk. A degree of cynicism, I do not posess though A lack of consistency I do confess. Were it up to me, I would suggest, firstly that Yodelling is best and after that Optimism is a beautiful holy mess. Let's play. The pianist fingers his notes towards ' Nights in Calibria' and we're back in the jet-set of Frank's 'Around the World'. If you've ever been in the company of children you will recognize when I suggest that you become part of their world to a larger degree than you ever expected of yourself. They ask such obvious questions like 'why is the moon over there?' and 'what is a reflection for?'. They pretty much see right through you and can tell you're covering over large gaps in basic know-how so ask for a piggy-back instead. AIRPORT DEPARTURE LOUNGE "Is Manchester United Playing?" enquires a customer "Actually, it's Formula One" answers the barman "Footballers don't throttle" I suggest "Unless you're Beckham in his Ferrari" smiles the barman "That doesn't tend to get broadcast" I smile back. I shalln't bore you with more airport theory. Except for this poor nugget: An airport is basically a wall called customs/check-in/baggage re-claim either side of which are shops then metal containers in motion with people and clothes inside. Nowadays you're asked to stare for a moment at a camera on the wall so they have one disgruntled-looking citizen on permanent record.It must make for a rather depressing movie at the end of the day: the expressions of thousands of people whyo've just emptied their change into plastic trays and switched their mobiles off and are still trying to work out if a 'sharp object' must be made of metal when kicking even the hardest bastard on the planet up the groin is pretty effective if you have shoes on. FLYING The aeroplane is ascending. Over the roads and fields is a layer of cloud, like an antarctic surface all in white but micro-modulated into billions of puffs though macro-controlled into a smooth arc by the air whirling around earth. That is a sky landscape then there is a higher layer of cloud that can get got into, and does, but not beyond. It's diaphanous and vague and beautiful and virginally white and soft. Inhabited by molecules condensing into watery droplets splashing then streaking over the carapace of this metallic tube I'm in; the man sleeping in the seat in front is in; the lonely woman sitting five or four empty seats to the right of me is in; the stewardess is in. The cloud gets broken into the sunshine and this is really happening. Gordon. _______________________________________________________________________ Never pay another Internet phone bill! Freeserve AnyTime, for all the Internet access you want, day and night, only £12.99 per month. Sign-up at http://www.freeserve.com/time/anytime +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From benapps at xxx.com Mon Mar 4 17:03:23 2002 From: benapps at xxx.com (Ben Apps) Date: Mon, 04 Mar 2002 17:03:23 +0000 Subject: Sinister: I walked into a door Message-ID: I walked into a door, and I left 'The Bends' behind me TO go reading in the NME, but it wasn't very good 'Til I heard a band, off another boy at school with me Like a dork he hung around with me and my mullet hanging down And I reminded myself of the words he sang when I was feeling down And he let me tape his Belle's at home for my stereo, to wear Round my neck, it wont be heard by passers-by or when I'm waiting for The night bus to arrive and I've been waiting quite a while I bought a chain saw........... Sheesh, I really should be working, or getting home. But Quickly Rob, nice photos. Lucy, bon voyage. Fitballers, good game! Archel, congratis. Rachel, C U soon yipee! SGS, where's the cookies? Will, you got your ticket yet? All, come to trackandfield on the 15th (pretty please!) Q Where do Belle and Sebastian kick off their tour? A Aarhus Q Where's Aarhus? A In the middle of Aar Street! ahahahahahaha! erm..... I'll cet me goat bapps _________________________________________________________________ MSN Photos is the easiest way to share and print your photos: http://photos.msn.com/support/worldwide.aspx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From halighhalou at xxx.com Mon Mar 4 17:59:58 2002 From: halighhalou at xxx.com (lindsey baker) Date: Mon, 04 Mar 2002 11:59:58 -0600 Subject: Sinister: blind the skies and change the tomic role Message-ID: hello sinister. ok, kids. even though a dark and sinister cloud has settled over the day (someone at the newspaper seems to have stolen -- yes, stolen -- my portis head cd. gaaaahhhhhh!!!!!) i am writing with details of my planned picnic. as of yet, i have heard from but one (1) sini member: the ever-lovely and amazing baker, baker. yes, that's right. you read that properly. this picnic shall be a kind of festival of everybody's favorite bakers, it seems, so if you want to get in on this action, hop on now! i am aware that a gathering of significant magnitude is to occur sometime around the hallowed independence day portion of the american year, and so my proposal for what looks to be a smaller, though no less stellar, event will be a bit sooner. to usher in springtime, let us now come together april 6. a saturday. in beautiful and booming lincoln, neb. after my spring break, during baker, baker's and scarily close to my birthday. but i think this shall not be a celebration of me (as every day really already is -- hehe) but rather a celebration of baker's new and improved eyesight, as he will have recently recovered from visual procedures. so then. come if you will. don't if you won't. but don't come crying to me for any sympathy when you miss out. ok. that is all. love and theft, lou xxx _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From wpsalt at xxx.com Mon Mar 4 20:00:25 2002 From: wpsalt at xxx.com (Caitlin Pigtails) Date: Mon, 4 Mar 2002 20:00:25 +0000 Subject: Sinister: the sneezing has arrived Message-ID: <20020304200024.E10292@candle.btinternet.com> Yes, it's that hayfeverish time of year again already. Time for all those mad sneezing fits. I used to get told off at school for sneezing too loudly; the teachers were just embarrassed because I'd made them jump. This B&S Treasure Hunt thing looks quite exciting, but I probably won't do very well because I'm not very good at anagrams. If I watch Countdown, I'm lucky to get a four-letter word. [insert Countdown clock music here] Last time I posted, I said I'd seen a fox. I saw it again this weekend. It looked to have a rabbit or something in its mouth. It didn't see I was there. It looked left and right, and went under a train. Speaking of daytime TV quiz shows, I got very excited watching Fifteen To One the other week. OK, people who don't watch British telly can pretty much skip this. I got excited watching Fifteen To One on Friday, because I recognised the winner, from a documentary that was shown about her on TV several years ago. When she was 14 (or 13 maybe, I can't remember) she ran away from home at 5 in the morning. She was very organised; she had booked herself a taxi to get to the railway station just in time for the first train to London. She was inspired by Levellers lyrics. No, silly, it wasn't a *moving* train. As far as I know, Mr Fox is still alive. The documentary was all about her parents' efforts tracking her down, interviewing homeless teenagers in London and York and lots of other places that I don't remember. They didn't find her. They said, we'll keep on looking, but it all seemed hopeless. Six months later, she came home of her own accord. I hope she's not on Sinister. For some reason, that documentary was inspirational to me when I was a slightly-disturbed teenager. I dreamed of tracking her down and saying "why?" Maybe there are foxes prowling round my house at night. There probably are; I live in the city after all. Hopefully, they won't try to attack the cat. I lie in bed at night and hear cats yowling and dogs barking, but I never hear foxes. I like to think that the world is still going on around me when I lie in bed. It's comforting. The world goes on. Never mind about TV quiz shows. The world goes on. xx caitlin +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From muchmuchlater at xxx.com Mon Mar 4 20:33:42 2002 From: muchmuchlater at xxx.com (Rachel Harvey) Date: Mon, 04 Mar 2002 20:33:42 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Brand new, with no measurable improvements Message-ID: It feels strange to be so nervous about posting to a list that I have been reading for four months now. My palms are slick, my heart is beating faster and my tongue feels at least four times its normal size (what this has to do with anxiety I don't know). I was told about sinister by an attractive young gentleman at my new workplace (in my new town of residence) who was attempting to make a point to me about obsessive fans. Little did he know that I would become a compulsive reader and new member myself within a few short weeks. I can see him sitting across the office from me now, looking significantly less attractive since I have learned what wonders lay within the object of his disparaging comments. A little about me: My name is Rachel I am 5ft7inches tall I have brown hair, it is long. I am 27 yrs old I live in Boston I hope you are forming a lovely and completely unjustified picture in your heads. It is also very strange to be writing this when in the pathetic mood I find myself in today (but why not, this job is too boring to bear one more minute of uninterrupted). My recent jaunt across country was prompted by that most glorious of emotions, love. Many weeks ago now, I packed up my belongings and set out on what I was sure would be the most worthwhile journey of my young life and arrived in this new city breathless with anticipation of the fun and adventures to come. However, now that I find myself here, within spitting distance of that wonderful awe-inspiring object of my long distance affections for so many months I am suddenly unsure of what it was I was feeling in the first place. I feel completely bewildered by this sudden unexpected stagnation of my feelings towards the boy. We are having many good times still, and outwardly nothing has changed, but the little voice inside my head chanting 'this isn't enough' simply will not be silenced. How could this be, when we were apart I was head over heels and now I just don't know? Wow, that has been fermenting inside for far too long. Simply electronically recording these feelings has lifted the load - thank you, you wise and wonderful people for providing a place to let that out. On a brighter note - I am very excited to be seeing B&S for the first time very very soon!!!! First time love to everyone Rachel _________________________________________________________________ Send and receive Hotmail on your mobile device: http://mobile.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From dirtyvicar at xxx.net Mon Mar 4 21:56:59 2002 From: dirtyvicar at xxx.net (Dirty Vicar) Date: Mon, 04 Mar 2002 21:56:59 +0000 Subject: Sinister: dirty vicar, dirty epic Message-ID: hello everyone, it's me again, I went to a classical music concert in a cathedral yesterday evening. It was a bit dull really, but there was a real life vicar there, which was nice. He had a great "bless you my child" voice but sadly he didn't seem to be inviting young lady members of the audience back to the vicarage for tea and crumpet. Two weeks back I went to Helter Shelter, the exciting relatively new indie club in Dublin, the city I live in. It was a bag of fun, with many of my favourite tunes being played. Perhaps a highlight of the evening was when the distinctive opening sounds of 'Geno' came out over the PA and we got to elbow the young people off the floor to do our funky old people's dance. Incidentally, "we" refers to me and my friends, I haven't suddenly decided I'm a member of the Royal Family or anything. One bizarre thing about the club was how well turned out all the young ladies were in comparison to all the young lads - the latter looking distinctly lumpish by comparison. That's the kind of thing I like in a club. I've decided to start sulking about the fact that B&S don't seem to be playing here in Dublin. However, Acid Mothers Temple are. Acid Mothers Temple are this weirdo Japanese band who are going to be touring Ireland in a month or two. They play kosmische freak out music of the kind that the forward thinking like, and if they play anywhere near you I advise going to see them. big shout to mmm skyscraper for namechecking Underworld in his, well, name. He reminded me how brilliant they are and now I am bopping around the vicarage to their crazy band techno-esque sounds. this makes typing a little difficult. Now some replies to things people said: on 3/3/02 14:43, Max421 at aol.com at Max421 at aol.com wrote: > I think I'm in love with Stephen Merrit. I think I'm in love with Claudia Gonson. And yes, I know she bats for the other team, but love doesn't take account of these things. [I am however primarily in love with my special friend, and I'm not just saying this because she subs to Sinister] It's funny though, there was a time when the world of B&S fandom was full of people saying "a lot of people like Magnetic Fields but I think they're rubbish". I think this was because people were jealous of the fact that the Magnetic Fields could cut it live without throwing tantrums or taking half an hour to get ready between songs. But now that B&S are a live touring monster the Magnetic Fields are less challenging, and therefore it's OK to like them again. And I read Baker, Baker's post about that guy and the crematorium that didn't work. I have a certain sympathy for that guy too. Or empathy perhaps, as I can imagine being in a situation where you've fucked up really badly and there is no way out but to keep fucking up and hoping no one notices only you know you'll get caught sooner or later. Nyurgh, nasty. Jenowl's mail about her Catholic school was funny in an I'm glad I'm not going to that school kind of way. I dunno, I seem to be the only person in the world who went to a Popish school that wasn't awful. Youn Noh mentioned The Vaselines, who are always worth mentioning. He also mentioned silent films in general and Fritz Lang's "Metropolis" in particular, and how some bits of it are just stills with text. Sadly, I don't think this was some kind of pioneering technique of Lang's, more a reflection of there being no complete print of the film, so they have to show stills with text for some bits or the plot stops making sense. I've seen enough silent films to like some more than others. FW Murnau's "Nosferatu" is completely brilliant, and his "Tartüff" (featuring a dirty vicar) is also enjoyable. "The Cabinet of Doctor Caligari" (by some other German bloke) is also toptastic, visually one of the most striking films ever made. yeah, if you've made it down this far you're ready for some list abuse. I publish this music zine thing which works by people sending me zines which I photocopy up and stick together and send out to all the contributors. It's kind of like a print version of an internet mailing list on digest, only slower. There's a new collation out now, maybe you would like to see a free sample copy? Then you could become one of my zinewriting friends, which would be nice. I'm not selling this very well. Two more things before I go: i) In the trailer for "the Royal Tenenbaums" Gwynneth Paltrow looks a bit like wor Isobel. ii) actually, my second thing isn't that interesting. bless, DV +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From mateamo at xxx.com Tue Mar 5 07:25:31 2002 From: mateamo at xxx.com (miss maple) Date: Tue, 05 Mar 2002 07:25:31 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Finding God at the Convent Message-ID: ahhh sinister- TERM PAPERS! arent they great? uhh right. im writing one on the Kent State University protest on May 4, 1970 when the national guard killed those students etc etc. anyways it has to be 10-15 pages, but im at 9! im aiming for 12, but its due monday! a big dumb term paper! anyways, i work at a convent. nuns...lots of them. im a dishwasher. anyways, i just work after school and on the weekends, and i love getting a paycheck even though its just minimum wage (im saving up for a videocamera so i can become a filmmaker :) ) anyhoo, the nuns are trying to convince me to become a nun. they're so nice, and i totally would become one, except: i like boys too much (especially skinny indie-kid smokers that dont comb their hair) and i could never ever give up listening to music and going to shows and shoppingshoppingshopping thirdly, i am too vain/superficial/materialistic...i know that sounds awfully bad of me, but i wont deny it...but ask yourself this, would you wear nun clothes every single day? do you think theyre *hipster**? i didnt think so. well...if there are any nuns on this sinister list, email me...i think nuns are really nice and fun to talk to. (hehe im not even catholic!) but i am trying to find God. does that sound silly? i hope not! i really want to become more religious and spiritual, plus it is nice to have faith in something. i love Jesus, but i just want to be sure that he loves me too (does that sound corny or what?!!) well... on a less nunnish note, i saw gorkys zygotic mynci play last weekend. i got autographs and a picture with them! i love Euros Childs! and hes a vegetarian! what a catch! Euros is the reason i CAN NOT become a nun! do you think i have a chance with him? maybe, just a little? well have a lovely day..."there is misery in all i hear and see"...but ignore it...just listen to the birds' song in the morning, and look at the sun (or the cloudy sky) and dream up infinite beautiful dreams. good bye sinister, love always, maple _________________________________________________________________ MSN Photos is the easiest way to share and print your photos: http://photos.msn.com/support/worldwide.aspx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From shop at xxx.net Tue Mar 5 11:42:55 2002 From: shop at xxx.net (Katrina House) Date: Tue, 5 Mar 2002 11:42:55 -0000 Subject: Sinister: B&S Aftershow - Manchester Message-ID: <033c01c1c43b$51763360$9426fea9@katrina> There is to be an "official" type aftershow for the Manchester gig on April 2nd, details as follows: Following the B&S date at Manchester Apollo on Tuesday 02nd April 2002 @ The Star & Garter, Fairfield St, Piccadilly, Manchester (approx 7 minutes walk from the Apollo) from 11pm - 3am. The venue is quite intimate the capacity is very limited and admission will be by ticket only. Tickets are £2.50 each & can only be obtained in advance by sending a cheque or a postal order together with a SAE to ; Blue Soap Communications PO Box 106 Manchester M32 8RG (Cheques / Postal orders should be made payable to "Blue Soap Communications") Tickets will be issued on a strictly "first come first served basis" - basically the first 150 applicants. *** Please note that the band & Banchory don't have anything to do with ticketing for this aftershow, so if you have any queries please direct them to Andy Woods who is organising the event - blue.soap at virgin.net cheers, katrina. banchory press - management - merchandising po box 25074 glasgow g2 6ld scotland email: shop at banchory.net http://www.banchory.net http://www.belleandsebastian.co.uk/home +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From shop at xxx.net Tue Mar 5 12:23:38 2002 From: shop at xxx.net (Katrina House) Date: Tue, 5 Mar 2002 12:23:38 -0000 Subject: Sinister: Treasure hunt ... Message-ID: <03a501c1c440$d907c280$9426fea9@katrina> Hello, Stuart want to let you all know that if you wish to participate in the Treasure Hunts for the upcoming UK gigs, that the clues are now online on the news page at http://www.belleandsebastian.co.uk/home Good luck! Cheers, B&S and Banchory. http://www.banchory.net http://www.belleandsebastian.co.uk/home +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From rob_brennan at xxx.uk Tue Mar 5 12:59:30 2002 From: rob_brennan at xxx.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Robert=20Brennan?=) Date: Tue, 5 Mar 2002 12:59:30 +0000 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: With a diet of old white bread, some coffee cake, maybe an onion... Message-ID: <20020305125930.38541.qmail@web10507.mail.yahoo.com> Hiya Good things have happened lately. For one thing, my ticket for the Brixton soiree arrived. Yay! Now I've just got to work out how to get there and back in between two work days. Yuk. I got a crush vote too! An all-too-rare occurrence in the World of Robster. It's very flattering and all (and surprising considering I spent last week just ranting about Tripod) but I'd prefer if y'all just emailed me a hello if you thought a post was particularly good. Or if it's got nothing to do with a post and you just think I've got a cute ass... I'm going snowboarding in a couple of weeks as well! (Yes, Robyn. I have wristguards.) Dirty Vicar said: 'I'm in love with Claudia Gonson' Aw! You too? Is it healthy to fall in love with the sound of someone's voice? DV also mentioned: 'Fritz Lang's "Metropolis"'. Apparently Lang's original cut was about 3 hours long which may have been overdoing things a tad although I agree that the available versions have been cut together rather badly. Yer best (and shortest) bet is the Giorgio Moroder version - not sure about the colour tinting but the soundtrack - including Queen, Pat Benetar and Loverboy - is fantastic. Lambchop play Portsmouth on May 01 - YIPPEEEE!!!! robster __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Everything you'll ever need on one web page from News and Sport to Email and Music Charts http://uk.my.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From cinemaone at xxx.net Tue Mar 5 15:28:54 2002 From: cinemaone at xxx.net (Oscar Vivanco) Date: Tue, 05 Mar 2002 07:28:54 -0800 Subject: Sinister: Yelling at Stuart when the Asian Girl passed out Message-ID: So there I am. At my second B&S show in a row at the Warfield in San Francisco, when this tiny Asian girl just ups and passes out. People scatter and the band stops playing. Stuart edges up the crowd. "What's happened to her?" The band is at attention. She's passed out is the general consensus. Security carries her off and I yell out, "You made her pass out with that purty voice of yours." He looks at me and nods his head. Silly Americans he must have been thinking. Those two nights they did a Smiths cover, the leader of the pack song, Sly and the Family Stone. At that point there I decided on my new favorite band. It had been Morrissey. Forever it was Morrissey, no question. But B&S did it for me that night. And now I contemplate lyrics being tattooed on me. "We know you are soft cause we've all seen you dancing We know you are hard cause we all saw you drinking from noon Until noon again" Not really, but its obsession. I even sent away for a tea towel. I live in America, where I've never even heard of a tea towel, but I have a B at S tea towel, and a mug and a mousepad and three shirts and all the posters and the postcards and everything on vinyl and everything on CD. And I'm the boy with the filthy laugh who's flying to Los Angeles and paid $143 for a two day festival to see B&S play for an hour or two. $100 for the plane, $75 for a rental, $100 for a hotel, $8 a bottle for water and you have the happiest boy for just under $500 for a two day weekend, not to mention that I only work on the weekends so blaggh. So I will confess to you this is my first post ever and I don't know how much longer I can hold no one's attention. Oscar Love +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From astrid.wiezell at xxx.se Tue Mar 5 17:23:05 2002 From: astrid.wiezell at xxx.se (Astrid Wiezell) Date: Tue, 05 Mar 2002 17:23:05 Subject: Sinister: Kissing Nick Valensi and other everydaythings. Message-ID: <264576155@spray.se> Ah YES, the concert last nite was absolute fucking brilliant! I am of ocurse talking about the strokes´ gig in Stockholm, oh man! I was at the front and in the middle, so the pressure was quite hard but what the fuck, it´s the strokes, i love the strokes! they did a perfect performance throughout, wow, it was the tightest band i´ve ever seen! they played so well, it sounded really good but still they maintained that live and raw feeling so that no one would say "oh, right, it sounded like the record". Stereo Total was the support act, they were really sweet! After playing a ramones bootleg to the anticipating crowd, Cyndi Lauper´s "Girls just wanna have fun" started. It was so funny! We all started singing along and dancing, it is a great song for dancing .Then they came out. After the show, we were supposed to get backstagepasses, but it was all a big mess-up, and we didn´t get any. But we went to the back entrance instead, me & Amanda, and we stood there a while with some other people, maybe five or six of them. We were just going to get the bus when I hear a voice saying "Hold on guys, we´ll be down in a minute!" and the person saying it is Julian Casablancas, sticking his head out the window. we all waited a while, and then Albert Hammond Jr came out, signed our stuff, and me and Amanda posed on a photo with him. After that, I talked to a nice security guard, he was a bit scary, but when I saw that he was holding a packet of chocolate chip cookies i talked to him for a while. Then Fab Moretti, who we saw earlier came out and i got a kiss and a hug. Then we waited forever (at least it felt like that!) for Julian, who came out, and he was so nice! Amanda, who´s 13 is obsessed with him, and I really wanted him to be nice to her, becuase i knew how disappointed she would be elsehow, but he was almost the nicest! Heposed with us, and he gave Amanda a kiss and signed lots of stuff for her. She´s still in heaven, hehe. But then I turned around, and Nick stood there, and I, the cissy I am, said "OHMYGOD!" and he just smiled at me and said hello. I got a kiss and a hug and then one more kiss because "it was so nice", so yes, I am still in heaven. Nikolai was a real sweetie, but incredibly shy. I, by accident, told him that I have the biggest crush on him. The only thing I could think of was "I´d better not tell him, don´t tell him, DON´T TELL HIM!!" and what do I do? I tell him. It was really embarrassing but I got a kiss and a hug from him too. Ah yes. I´m sorry. I´m just writing this because I feel so happy and all that. Yesterday, the normal, everydayAstrid became StarfuckerAstrid, haha. Oh but anyway, shy girls never get to kiss beautiful boys. And yes, the strokes are very beautiful boys. Bless. I can´t wait til Belle & Sebastian now, it´s exactly 2 weeks left now. Eeek, eek, eek! Take care all of you, and sorry of this, even more than usual, totally egocentric post.. LOVE, Astrid x _________________________________________s_p_r_a_y_ Här börjar Internet! Skaffa gratis e-mail och gratis Internet på http://www.spray.se Anmäl ditt intresse för Spray ADSL bredband! http://www.spray.se/adsl/intresse +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From astrid.wiezell at xxx.se Tue Mar 5 17:26:37 2002 From: astrid.wiezell at xxx.se (Astrid Wiezell) Date: Tue, 05 Mar 2002 17:26:37 Subject: Sinister: Kissing Nick Valensi and other everydaythings. Message-ID: <264577922@spray.se> Ah YES, the concert last nite was absolute fucking brilliant! I am of ocurse talking about the strokes´ gig in Stockholm, oh man! I was at the front and in the middle, so the pressure was quite hard but what the fuck, it´s the strokes, i love the strokes! they did a perfect performance throughout, wow, it was the tightest band i´ve ever seen! they played so well, it sounded really good but still they maintained that live and raw feeling so that no one would say "oh, right, it sounded like the record". Stereo Total was the support act, they were really sweet! After playing a ramones bootleg to the anticipating crowd, Cyndi Lauper´s "Girls just wanna have fun" started. It was so funny! We all started singing along and dancing, it is a great song for dancing .Then they came out. After the show, we were supposed to get backstagepasses, but it was all a big mess-up, and we didn´t get any. But we went to the back entrance instead, me & Amanda, and we stood there a while with some other people, maybe five or six of them. We were just going to get the bus when I hear a voice saying "Hold on guys, we´ll be down in a minute!" and the person saying it is Julian Casablancas, sticking his head out the window. we all waited a while, and then Albert Hammond Jr came out, signed our stuff, and me and Amanda posed on a photo with him. After that, I talked to a nice security guard, he was a bit scary, but when I saw that he was holding a packet of chocolate chip cookies i talked to him for a while. Then Fab Moretti, who we saw earlier came out and i got a kiss and a hug. Then we waited forever (at least it felt like that!) for Julian, who came out, and he was so nice! Amanda, who´s 13 is obsessed with him, and I really wanted him to be nice to her, becuase i knew how disappointed she would be elsehow, but he was almost the nicest! Heposed with us, and he gave Amanda a kiss and signed lots of stuff for her. She´s still in heaven, hehe. But then I turned around, and Nick stood there, and I, the cissy I am, said "OHMYGOD!" and he just smiled at me and said hello. I got a kiss and a hug and then one more kiss because "it was so nice", so yes, I am still in heaven. Nikolai was a real sweetie, but incredibly shy. I, by accident, told him that I have the biggest crush on him. The only thing I could think of was "I´d better not tell him, don´t tell him, DON´T TELL HIM!!" and what do I do? I tell him. It was really embarrassing but I got a kiss and a hug from him too. Ah yes. I´m sorry. I´m just writing this because I feel so happy and all that. Yesterday, the normal, everydayAstrid became StarfuckerAstrid, haha. Oh but anyway, shy girls never get to kiss beautiful boys. And yes, the strokes are very beautiful boys. Bless. I can´t wait til Belle & Sebastian now, it´s exactly 2 weeks left now. Eeek, eek, eek! Take care all of you, and sorry of this, even more than usual, totally egocentric post.. LOVE, Astrid x _________________________________________s_p_r_a_y_ Här börjar Internet! Skaffa gratis e-mail och gratis Internet på http://www.spray.se Anmäl ditt intresse för Spray ADSL bredband! http://www.spray.se/adsl/intresse +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From lily at xxx.com Tue Mar 5 19:53:07 2002 From: lily at xxx.com (lily courtney) Date: Tue, 5 Mar 2002 11:53:07 -0800 Subject: Sinister: austin texas usa Message-ID: <200203051953.g25Jr7S07575@mail7.bigmailbox.com> An embedded and charset-unspecified text was scrubbed... Name: not available URL: From opaline_moon at xxx.com Tue Mar 5 22:28:18 2002 From: opaline_moon at xxx.com (caleb ben moore) Date: Tue, 5 Mar 2002 14:28:18 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: everyday is like SOMEday...... Message-ID: <20020305222818.60818.qmail@web13803.mail.yahoo.com> hey-lo sinisters. caleb ben here. i just read this. its an excerpt from an essay that a friend of mine wrote awhile back. it has no b&s content, but you'll still like it. or at least i hope you will. :) if you do like it drop the author a line at pleasenoalarms at aol.com her name is danielle. ttfn! .caleb ben p.s. a big hug to my shy & shimmering kallis ulla :) *** Sometimes just the way someone�s voice comes across on a radio or cd player can encapsulate the way your heart feels at the exact moment. Their built up years of misery, rough childhoods, broken families, experimentation�s with chemicals and those of the opposite sex that left them feeling more empty than they did before, listening to laments of other singers that they thought expressed the same writhing pain they hid in their lanky bodies. Tormented teens planning their escape, either through ending their misery (I�ll show them all!) or running off to a life where they could immerse themselves in the only thing that they loved and loved them back, the one thing that never judged or asked about future plans or criticized the wearing of tacky retro jeans, all loving music. The weakness and yearning in David Bowie, the confidence and smartness regardless of suicidal lyrics and unrequited love for self of the Smiths. Ethereal highs and lows as Elizabeth Fraser wrapped us in clouds of voice carrying us along a ride we knew nothing about, nor could discern through lyrics we couldn�t interpret, or didn�t want to interpret, dreaming of a song created for us, no matter what she said. The upbeat, progressive and self pitying songs of New Order and Pet Shop Boys. Dancing and flailing our arms, smiling even though they were talking about the roughness of life, in perfect candor. We were sycophants addicted to their music, even though we were the lowly they sang about, but we danced, lost and convinced ourselves for that 5:30 minutes we were on the same plain, only to have it crash as they played the melancholy, dark and haunting �Love Will Tear Us Apart� by Joy Division. We can all relate, even if we were never loved or kissed or had never even loved another. The voice of a dead man seems to be even more poignant as he sings and wails about lost love and how he would bleed himself just to hear her sweet laughter once more, or how he would sell his soul to be adored. Even in the depths of our candlelit rooms, with our pretentious books in full display, Q magazines always abundant and water stained from when we read them in every bathroom in the house, we sobbed and cried as Brett Anderson asked us to come to his arms and be there under a nuclear sky. Or even indulging ourselves as far as to run away from our sad homes and streets to that of an English one just to accept that we truly are common people�and admit that it was ok. Commuting to our work and home and running our errands, living out a fantasy that we weren�t really here, that we could walk through walls or float down a liffy or elevator as it were. Smiling our painful smiles, the ones that made your heart feel that it could actually break. Saying hellos as though they weren�t forced, making meaningless conversation with people who never thought or felt the things we did. Choosing tea over the mechanical rhythm of coffee and the chic nature of it. Repeating lyrics whilst making copies, with every flash of light of the machine reciting �The corporate hands� �flash�. �grab all they can�� flash� �all for themselves� �.flash�� after all� it�s a competitive world�SING IT�. No more flashes except the one to change the toner and return to a desk and chair. Disbelief, acceptance, panic attacks, obsession and then questioning which just led us to where we were before. Reading dark books to the ambient sounds that sent us into a trance where we knew not what time it was just that it was time and there was nothing we could do to stop this clock. Our days were jumbled, first going too slow and now as we look at ourselves and pray we aren�t Gen-Xer�s we feel so different inside then when we first discovered that wild horses could never take us away, or that all we ever wanted was everything just to wonder what have we become, my sweetest friend, fearing that everyone we know goes away in the end. Even a US band could have touched us in our fragile youthful states, a state where we couldn�t decide if the Smashing Pumpkins were cool or not, but with the lights off and the door closed hearing Billy singing like a hand on a chalkboard, words we thought or emotions we felt. We were running to tell someone, but then we didn�t have anyone to go except parents who spoke of his voice as too annoying to bother to interpret what he was saying. But, before we even sent one dollar American for lyrics, we knew he was singing it to us� calling us hipsters and uniting for the big fight to rock for us. We were hipsters, more than we knew. We are the hipster generation. Or we thought� and just as our affirmations felt clear and settled we were told an album later that he too feared he was ordinary and the sadness of a death rock boy, who like us was mascara sure and lipstick lost. We retreated once more. Skinny boys, boys who wished they possessed the same frame as Brett, Bernard and Jarvis. Who daydreamed they had the passion and frightening allure of Dave Gahan. But, all they were were less accomplished Trents, with their self loathing and hurting themselves just to see if they could still feel. Taking too much time in showers just to lip sync, shouting out with no voice to slow down, cos we were taking them over. Walking with a bravado of ultra cool. Wearing skinny sunglasses indoors, trying as hard as it was not to become too emotional in any way. Growing their limp hair just to toss it back as though we would swoon as ask to be their girls, not that they would know what to do with us once they had us. Thinking and having convinced themselves that if they acted aloof or disinterested we would do anything to find out the mystery. We have to admit some of us did fall into the trap of a boy trying to be uber cool. Thinking it was the closest we would get to Thom, Jonny, Ed (oh Ed), Colin or even Phil, just to be disappointed in finding that he was mortal and didn�t really have a mystery. Feeling a let down that he wanted to know about us, that he did care, that he did want to love. Disappointment, since what we craved was the non-committal almost loathing disregard we were used to with our fantasy lover who either thought they would never marry, or just didn�t feel that we had earned it yet baby. Girls who wanted to be the girls of Lush, with a darkness that appealed to even us, with their tiny voices that sang so loud. Wanting to possess their strength of how they could tell a boy that they werent offended with things that he said cos it was just too fine a day. Their faces hidden in shadows made us reach conclusions that they could be nothing but perfection. But, after all our primping and after going through all the black clothes ever made, we seemed to be bargain basement versions of Elasticas numerous bass players, who like us had come and gone. We, boy and girl alike, sat in smoky rooms, not only inhaling the toxic air of spilt beer and clove cigarrettes but also the pulsating music. It ran in our veins, and we often thought if we ran out of blood they could just run an ivy to our cd players right to our heart and we could go on living in our asphalt worlds, dancing around like europe was our playground, going to marvelous parties, stepping out of our cages and on to stages, and having a lust for life like never before. ===== "Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a harder battle." ~Plato "Love does not consist of gazing at each other, but in looking together in the same direction." -Antoine de Saint-Exupery __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Try FREE Yahoo! Mail - the world's greatest free email! http://mail.yahoo.com/ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From foranotherdream at xxx.com Tue Mar 5 22:39:00 2002 From: foranotherdream at xxx.com (bus stoppers) Date: Tue, 5 Mar 2002 14:39:00 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: coachella meetup Message-ID: <20020305223900.6209.qmail@web12403.mail.yahoo.com> dearest sinisters! i don't think that this is list abuse...but i will go on anyway... i am proposing some sort of "meet-up" for coachella. uum. i'm new to this whole meet-up thing. so i don't really know as to what responsibility i am taking on. in my head it's just all the organizing of getting everyone to the same spot at the same time, right? let's hope so. because i think that i can do this. so far i know that brier, ernie, oscar, and whoever else i am non-intentionally leaving out will be there. plus me. and rachel fruitloop (via cell phone)*. that's enough for me. so far i guess my plan is to just have you e-mail me personally if you are going to be there and let me know what's up and if you guys want to get together. i will be there both days and i will be camping. woo hoo! on to indio! yay for polo fields! love and super hot weather, sara *note: for all those meeting-up, for an extra-special incentive, you will get to say howdy to the loverly rachel fruitloop. who unfortunately is unable to make it, but will be there in spirit and over the phone for the entirety of our beloved's performance! __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? 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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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From hazygreyeyes at xxx.com Wed Mar 6 00:05:57 2002 From: hazygreyeyes at xxx.com (frith on the hills) Date: Tue, 05 Mar 2002 16:05:57 -0800 Subject: Sinister: ch-ch-ch-changes, turn and face the strange... Message-ID: as of late, i've been really wanting a change of pace. i want out of the rain, the miserable, god-forsaken rain that overcasts the northwestern united states. lately, all i think about is getting out of here. i love my friends here, i love the music here, i love the city, in fact, but i want sun and fun and i want good texas-style barbeque. i think austin, texas sounds like a nice place to be. maybe i'm all wrong about that, but frankly, portland is dismal these days. there just ain't no work to be had in this lumberjack town, and there's too much stimuli to go around not working. the routine gets boring, actually. get up, go to school, come home... and that's if i have school that day. after 'come home', it's anything goes. but anything and everything that i ever seem to do seems to always involve going out and spending money i don't have, and jobs are a hot commodity here these days. so that's a part of it. no work makes jack a broke boy, or me as the case may be (since my name ain't jack). it's almost funny to me to be posting on this list since i hardly listen to twee or indiepop stuff much at all anymore, but the ol' b&s still do have a place in my cold, cold heart i must say. okay, it's not all that cold, and as far as i'm concerned, if you aren't all jaded anyhow, and you listen to b&s, something is wrong with that picture. but indiepop in general is a little too, how might i say this, trite for the most part. i can't get past all these bands out there trying so hard to be cutesy and cuddly and denying any real human emotion or angst or frustration or whatever. and being unemployed and bored will give you lots of that. so i listen to metal, goth, new wave, hardcore punk and garage for the most part these days. quite a change from anything anyone whose known me over the years would've ever expected. but that's me, full of surprises. what prompted me to write to this list was actually nostalgia. i was remembering back when i was little i got myself this book in the mail on my birthday. it had all these colorful, animated characters: circus clowns, talking animals, balloons, fancy-schmacy stuff that little kids seem to like. the whole book was about me! it was about me and my birthday, it even had my name in it, and the little boy that was the main character was me, too! it took me many years before i learned the truth, that indeed it was a gimmick my mom sent off for and basically a really expensive birthday card. but the point was how damn cool that thing was. it's not even my birthday for a while, so i don't even know what made me think of it again, but i long for that kind of magic in my life. to feel like somehow i'm really important and whatever i do is equally important. i think maybe texas is the answer? hrmmm, maybe not but it's certainly a change. see, you kids down there have so much beautiful art circulating throughout your lone star state, and you're sorta smack dab in the middle of everything. i don't even know if UT is really all that great of a grad school for an art historian like myself, but it can't be all that bad. and if i was once again fired up about my passions (as my current school has more than doubly dulled my interests in them) i think i'd feel that sense of self-importance effervescing once again from deep within my soul. i think also i was prompted to write today because last night was truly the first indiepop show i'd attended since probably last september. dressy bessy came to town with a texas band of all things (the deathray davies, who are not indiepop but are indeed very good) and i was quite pleased to see them in spite of how cute their schtick is. so i guess that makes me a hypocrite, but i'm okay with that. a little bit of an oxymoronic, idiosyncratic personality complex isn't the worst thing a person could be afflicted with. i tell ya', too much free time really is the devil's work; it makes you really question everything, and frankly at 25 i feel too damn old to be in such a state of flux. don't most people get to some point eventually where they feel comfortable with where they're at? i just don't think portland, oregon was ever my last stop on the way in life... but unfortunately, i think i'll be here for some time longer. i've got that travel bug and it's an itch you just can't scratch with imagination alone. are there any french or german sinisterines? you'd be really nice to know because at least then i'd have a reason to speak all this french and german i've taken the time in my life to learn. oh, to travel to places yonder... also, am i the only one in the world who's come to that realization that rawk is much more fun? i have to say that the legal man ep is still my favorite. b&s do know how to rawk! chris _________________________________________________________________ Send and receive Hotmail on your mobile device: http://mobile.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. 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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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From al717 at xxx.edu Wed Mar 6 00:19:52 2002 From: al717 at xxx.edu (Adam Leier) Date: Tue, 5 Mar 2002 19:19:52 -0500 Subject: Sinister: It's a Boy and other Obscure Film Projects Message-ID: Hello all, I've just been given my leave of the nursery and held off posting for a few days to sheer insurmountable intimidation and sheer insurmountable exhaustion. I'm not exactly hard boiled in B&S yet; I only recently discovered them after hearing Space Boy Dream used during a fellow film student's New Media Workshop mid-term. From there I bought Arab Strap, Sinister, and I'm Waking up to US (I LOVE My Car is far and aloft the best song of the year{so so big}) I go the euphonious New York University it's my first year here. I'm almost 19 and my windows are open and i'm freezing. Sorry for wasting time and such. OK Thanks and ahh Goodbye I spose, Adam (BlurryBOY13 on A.O.L. - I.M.) +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From dennistrading at xxx.com Wed Mar 6 03:59:41 2002 From: dennistrading at xxx.com (Dennis Trading) Date: Tue, 05 Mar 2002 19:59:41 -0800 Subject: Sinister: Yelling at Stuart when the Asian Girl passed out Message-ID: Newbie here finally finishing up my probationary period... Oscar just wanted to say that i am or was or oscillating Morrissey fanatic as well...but it has waned a great deal. I did see B&S at the Wilshire back in September and thought my GOD this has got to be one of the greatest bands around and one of the best all time shows i've ever seen...eventho they didn't cover a Smiths song or do an encore..nevertheless they rank right up there with any Morrissey, Suede or Radiohead concert I've ever been too. As for the Coachella bit you are going to...I was tempted but I highly advise you to just save your money...but then again...Oasis and the Strokes are playing the same day B&S are so it maybe worth it but I still think those KROQ dweebs are the scum of the earth >From: Oscar Vivanco >Reply-To: Oscar Vivanco >To: sinister >Subject: Sinister: Yelling at Stuart when the Asian Girl passed out >Date: Tue, 05 Mar 2002 07:28:54 -0800 > >So there I am. At my second B&S show in a row at the Warfield in San >Francisco, when this tiny Asian girl just ups and passes out. People >scatter and the band stops playing. Stuart edges up the crowd. "What's >happened to her?" The band is at attention. She's passed out is the >general consensus. Security carries her off and I yell out, "You made her >pass out with that purty voice of yours." He looks at me and nods his >head. >Silly Americans he must have been thinking. >Those two nights they did a Smiths cover, the leader of the pack song, Sly >and the Family Stone. >At that point there I decided on my new favorite band. It had been >Morrissey. Forever it was Morrissey, no question. But B&S did it for me >that night. And now I contemplate lyrics being tattooed on me. >"We know you are soft cause we've all seen you dancing >We know you are hard cause we all saw you drinking from noon >Until noon again" >Not really, but its obsession. I even sent away for a tea towel. I live >in >America, where I've never even heard of a tea towel, but I have a B at S tea >towel, and a mug and a mousepad and three shirts and all the posters and >the >postcards and everything on vinyl and everything on CD. >And I'm the boy with the filthy laugh who's flying to Los Angeles and paid >$143 for a two day festival to see B&S play for an hour or two. $100 for >the plane, $75 for a rental, $100 for a hotel, $8 a bottle for water and >you >have the happiest boy for just under $500 for a two day weekend, not to >mention that I only work on the weekends so blaggh. >So I will confess to you >this is my first post ever and I don't know how much longer I can hold no >one's attention. >Oscar Love > >+-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ > +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ > To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe > send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to > majordomo at 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 +-+ > +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ >+-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ _________________________________________________________________ Send and receive Hotmail on your mobile device: http://mobile.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. 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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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From stringbeanjean1 at xxx.com Wed Mar 6 10:31:49 2002 From: stringbeanjean1 at xxx.com (juju fox) Date: Wed, 6 Mar 2002 02:31:49 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: sinister: i'll be known as the girl with velvet converse Message-ID: <20020306103149.37356.qmail@web21006.mail.yahoo.com> halo sinister. i miss you. the movie's a hit. i finally saw it a few hours ago with the suitor i call 'the suitor'. it was his birthday. he is new to me. he says he wants to know more about me. but i already knew from my first visit to his flat that he eats ramen out of a pan for lack of a bowl. so i got him a bowl. for his birthday. and a package of ramen, with veggie boullion cubes and vegetable broth. they were all blue. shiny blue. perhaps if i can inspire him to quit cursing and smoking, i can get him to be more vegan-like. ? i nervously played with his cat after the movie as sinister played on his turntable. who knows what he was doing all that time... i was trying not to notice. i couldn't help but stand up after mayfly to say 'i'm going home' before the next song hit. right. my heart still belongs to another boy... the one who moved away. i've been away from here for a while, trying to recooperate from his moving away. and listening to iyfs doesn't make things any easier. i am babbling, i know. blather, drivel, sap. but what i've learned from my life so far is that successes are intertwined with failures; happiness is shielded by heartache. i'm going up, even tho i keep falling down. we are not only foxes, we are inchworms. two inches up, one inch back down, two inches up, another inch or so back down... we'll get there eventually. i hope. yes, i still have some hope. i found it deeply buried, hiding in there. i'll keep it safe and warm. water it. watch it grow. in other news: i simply cannot afford the tickets for bjork and b&s @ coachella... now THAT breaks my heart. maybe i can't afford NOT to get tickets. ? who is going? please twist my arm and convince me that my life depends on it. i don't even remember what i came here to say... but storytelling is fantastic. i only wish i could have seen it with you. sinisterly hugs to rachel fruitloop (forever), and eric b. in berkeley (for writing a sweet story on my band without having to use a solitary morrissey quote and being a swell guy besides). hearts, juju juju at parkavenuemusic.com www.parkavenuemusic.com __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? 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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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From h.brown6 at xxx.uk Wed Mar 6 11:28:23 2002 From: h.brown6 at xxx.uk (Hannah Brown) Date: Wed, 06 Mar 2002 11:28:23 +0000 Subject: Sinister: mmm scyscraper i love you........ References: <3C85F4B6.5C2305E9@camb.linst.ac.uk> Message-ID: <3C85FD57.77AC3278@camb.linst.ac.uk> ha,ha,ha, did you see what i did there, ha, so many Underworld references. Well that's a good thing coz they are fab and so are Boards of Canada. I got there new album on vinyl and the last side hasn't got any tracks printed, it just has a picture of a naked family scratched in, yum!! Hello to all you new people, Adam L,T M Boyle, Dino, etc, there are once again loads of you and i fear that i am going to start getting very confused.Sorry Robert Fadden put a little attachment in his e-mail so i thought i'd have a peek and it was very interesting to see some more of you there. I didn't know Courdoury Boy was a living cartoon, you must get a lot of people staring at you. I was very impressed with Joe Vesters picture, how was that done Joe? Were you infront of some glass or something. There was also a lovely picture of a rather attractive lass called hannah, unfortunatly it wasn't me. I am very much up for going to that "pow to the people" night, is anyone else going? Someone said the word "craptastic" on this site and i can't remember who it was but it made me laugh. Can i have permission to use it in this post? Well i am going to try anyway. Two days ago something weird happened to me. I used to be a MASSIVE charlatans fan but ever since their wonderland album and use of have-a-go mainstream graphics i gave up on them. Unfortunatly i listened to "the charlatans" the other day and it all came flooding back. I had to put it on really loud and got really excited and believed once again that it is one of THE best albums in the world ever...............Then i went into college and photocopied some pictures of Tim Burgess. Now i think i am going to have to get their new album coz loving the charlatans just makes me feel so amazing and excited and i don't know why but its GRATE!!!!!"!!!! I am re-reading "we are rock" (a charlatans book) and even though it's a load of biased (or bias?) crap it's making me feel 17 again. haaaaaaaaa, and breath. Did anyone see ROOM 101 with john peel the other day? He is fab isn't he, so layed back about everything, i am going to go and jump around for a bit, keep on keeping on, love hannahxxxxx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From R.Playforth at xxx.uk Wed Mar 6 11:37:19 2002 From: R.Playforth at xxx.uk (Rachel Playforth) Date: Wed, 6 Mar 2002 11:37:19 +0000 (GMT Standard Time) Subject: Sinister: BEACHFACTOR Message-ID: A little late perhaps... but I'm bored. So sue me. What was it I saw on the beach? I'm not the same no more How will I hide this laughter inside Call up #sinister at home. Pier lights shine bright Bumper cars glide by Liz and Maddie they fly, high up in the sky Pretty girl says "hell, yeah... What's the worst chips you've had? What does Llew read? Who's DDR mad?" Met the cigarette Paul - took a note of his charms But no Robster. Met the Indie-Cool Queen, Lucy there at the bar. I showed them the scene. My own bed I can't find It's five steps behind. The sofabed's not that strong "Something's gone wrong" Said the skinny indie boys. Do I like this hat? It's such a big flat cap Mark liked the look of the sea He loved the look of the sea... When they get back to London from the South Coast Will they make some toast? I'll keep down my fry-up Find my Shake n Vac in a while Are you playing with my Playstation? I'm in your photographs. Are you falling in the sea? BEACHFACTOR All apologies :) Archel xxx ****************** Visit www.buzzwords.ndo.co.uk for the best new writing on the web. 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Message-ID: <031d01c1c50d$ad07c9a0$9426fea9@katrina> edinburgh treasure has been found. still london & manchester to go .... cheers, katrina. banchory press - management - merchandising po box 25074 glasgow g2 6ld scotland email: shop at banchory.net http://www.banchory.net http://www.belleandsebastian.co.uk/home +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From pykachu100 at xxx.com Wed Mar 6 15:18:31 2002 From: pykachu100 at xxx.com (Kenneth P Y Chu) Date: Wed, 06 Mar 2002 15:18:31 +0000 Subject: Sinister: He's oozing "it" Message-ID: There is a wall made of glass panels in-between the place I sit and the boss' office, when the lights are off inside the office I can see my own reflection off the glass which would now work like a mirror. I looked just moments ago and I am just so in awe of my sheer sex appeal I thought I'd share. My hair looks very indie today, I think it's because I haven't washed it for a while, nor brushed it. If I start smoking now as well then I'd be right in there with miss maple, who expressed her love for such boys in her post the other day. I'm not sure about getting cancer just for the ability to pull though. Further down, my glasses have become very tight and it's been giving me a headache for a week now, and that is worrying because I don't recall anything unusual that happened to my glasses during this week, maybe they have just shrunk in the rain, or maybe my head just grew bigger. Speaking of growing bigger, and further down, the knobby bit of my tie has slipped rather loose and it's turned into the size of a small tomato, which means retightening is needed. My tie is nice today it's got a pattern of small butterflies all over but from a distance it's just patterns. A lot of people at the office have some really horrendous ties, especially the bosses, it seems. One was wearing a black tie with little orange blobs on it.. it wasn't nice. My shirt is a very vague baige colour, like, it's not white, but it's not exactly coloured either - it blends quite well with the colour of the keyboard and the mouse though. My belt is holding up my trousers very well, and the zipper on the trousers works, which always pleases me. On a pair of jeans I have the zipper keeps on slipping down, which was quite inconvenient, one time I was playing pool and I was winning against my friend, and this girl on the other table kept looking at me. There I was thinking that she liked my potting accuracy, and then I looked down and noticed that my jeans were flying low, so maybe she was more impressed with the positioning of my balls. My shoes are nice, it's a very nice one of those "walking shoes" which are less formal than proper shoes but yet still elegant enough to wear inside the office. The only blemish is a little bit of mud stain across the top when I cut across the grass the other day when I was late for work the other day. When I get that cleaned I'd be totally immacuate once again. A very sexy outfit, wouldn't you agree? I thought so anyway, I would have given myself a crush vote even, if I could give myself a crush vote, and if crush votes are allowed to be based on looks alone, rather than on the quality of the posts, as this one was shite. Sorry but I look so fine I just couldn't help it. Pheromones and Red Bulls Ken _________________________________________________________________ Chat with friends online, try MSN Messenger: http://messenger.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From mbbx9ff2 at xxx.uk Wed Mar 6 15:02:53 2002 From: mbbx9ff2 at xxx.uk (fiona) Date: Wed, 6 Mar 2002 15:02:53 BST Subject: Sinister: mainly manchester monkey meetup news Message-ID: <1607BC37678@mail1.mcc.ac.uk> hey sinistereenies, you know the treasure hunt thingie well someone i know saw stuart m on the metrolink in manchester and asked him what he was doing and he said he was laying clues for a treasure hunt. unfortunately at the time i didn't know about it and so couldn't find out any details (and i wasn't there anyway) but i thought it was cute that he was doing it himself. my boyfriend decided that it must be hidden in bury because that would be a witty pun on buried treasure (geddit) but then we realised bury is quite big, ie its a town and so it would be pretty difficult to find a trophy there. the real point of the post... ***manchester meetup news*** conclusions i have come to so far... i would very much like to drag everyone out to chorlton for a picnic, (as its where i live and you never know when you might bump into members of alfie / the charlatans) but it is a bus ride out of the city centre and i presume people will be arriving at different times so it wouldn't be practical for me to shepherd everyone. so i have decided that we'll have to stay in the city centre. this more or less rules out a traditional picnic, but you never know... to proceed further i could do with knowing approximate-ish times people will make it into manchester and how they will be getting here because if everyone is coming to picadilly station i can arrange to loiter there for a bit. i know the gig isn't for a while, but if you could at least say "lunchtime, train," or "evening, car" i'd be grateful. also if anyone has any real objections to spending the greater part of the afternoon in pubs speak now or you may be disappointed, unless you have a fantastic idea for something sparkly and new to do in which case also tell me know and i'll arrange it.... +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From dahling007 at xxx.com Wed Mar 6 17:18:45 2002 From: dahling007 at xxx.com (stacey dahling) Date: Wed, 06 Mar 2002 17:18:45 +0000 Subject: Sinister: baaaahston Message-ID: My ass is sore. Maybe that's because i've been sitting on it, doing next to nothing, for almost a week now. Yes, pathetic. I have been applying for jobs. I have. I just haven't gotte one yet. but there is hope. I got called to interview for a bookstore job. Possibly as music director. Woo hoo! Thanks to all those who sent me sympathy for the parental situation. Luckily, I dropped them off at the airport Friday and don't pick them up again till Saturday evening. So the place is littered with beer bottles and garbage and this gives me an odd sense of satisfaction. I'm having an odd age conflict somewhere deep inside. Some days I feel downright high school; living at home, asking to borrow my dad's car, moping in my room, feeling like I'm being smothered, dreaming of escape. For my 25th birthday, my sister arrived to our family party - homemade cake and gifts delivered at the kitchen table after dinner - with Barbie party hats and a bag full of old skool candy. God. It was so like my 16th birthday I alsmost cried. And now I'm sitting here, sucking off pure sugar from my Fun Dip dip stick, trying to answer the age-old question: which is better, the dip or the stick? Then there are times like last night, when I feel quite old. There were times when I would have gone to any lengths to see a show, nevermind one put on by my favorite artists. But last night it took a hell of a lot to get me to drive 45 inutes to Boston to see Joe Pernice. And after it was all done with, I was cranky and annoyed, wondering if it was even worth it. Standing around for hours in an overcrowded venue to hear five songs... and I got lost getting there...had to drive through the city...grrr. Anyhoo... The real reason I'm writing is copletely selfish. Er..well, I guess every time I write it's partly selfish. But I wasnt to USE you. For Boston tickets. Anyone have any they're willing to spare? Also..pre-show meet-up? Still in the works...yeaaaah... Lessseeeee...what else did I have to say? Hmm. Not much, I don't think. And I should really cut this short cause my wrist is killing e from typing. I think I sprained it. In a spectacular athletic accident no less. Ha! Yes. Hope y'all are well. Be good. MWAH! ~dahling _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From brier at xxx.com Wed Mar 6 17:24:14 2002 From: brier at xxx.com (Brier Random) Date: Wed, 6 Mar 2002 09:24:14 -0800 Subject: Sinister: BIRTHDAY WISHES Message-ID: <01f201c1c533$bde3a020$729ef1d1@Brier.sb.net> (Sustained drumroll....) That's right.... a very happy birthday today to ERNIE, the L.A. list member extraordinnaire!!! And the big 21, no less! Let the legal boozing begin!! Feel free to bombard his in-box with birthday greets: mozkid at hotmail.com (He'll never forgive me for this, but hey, you only turn 21 once, right?) +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From idleberry at xxx.com Wed Mar 6 18:01:01 2002 From: idleberry at xxx.com (idleberry) Date: Wed, 6 Mar 2002 10:01:01 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: My horoscope was nowhere near perfect. Message-ID: <20020306180101.77609.qmail@web14603.mail.yahoo.com> Everything was fine yesterday. This time yesterdy, I was happy, and dancing round my room to Camera Obscura, having tidied my room. Now, I'm sitting in an intercafe, I look like I've been dragged through a hedge backwards, with the Edinburgh wind and rain been tearing out my hair. Didn't make a difference to me though. Split up with my boyfriend of nearly 3 years last night (who is on this mailing list.). Parents gave me the third degree (they adore him) and now I'm on my way to stay at my friends place. I had two hours sleep, and threw up three times last night. I started a new temping job today, not that I felt up to it. I was supposed to go to a job interview at lunchtime, but have postponed it until tomorrow. They've just played Maria by Blondie. I pulled Mark one night, while they plyed that song, and everything was perfect, and its the first place, since that night, I've heard it played in public. I don't think my bedroom counts as a public place. I don't mind telling you I've lost all sense of dignity, and did all the things I've vowed never to do. Todays horoscope: Libra: You musn't take sides- instead you should do whats necessary to stop people arguing with each other. Read a book and you'll be amazed what you discover. idleberry xx ===== http://clubs.yahoo.com/clubs/corduroysmoke and the world did get covered in a thick haze of corduroy smoke. And it felt good. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Try FREE Yahoo! Mail - the world's greatest free email! http://mail.yahoo.com/ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From s_gazzetti at xxx.ar Wed Mar 6 19:01:28 2002 From: s_gazzetti at xxx.ar (=?iso-8859-1?q?sgazzetti?=) Date: Wed, 6 Mar 2002 16:01:28 -0300 (ART) Subject: Sinister: Stifle your Zamfir and on your bike! Message-ID: <20020306190128.42645.qmail@web14407.mail.yahoo.com> Today I must turn over my desk agenda to reflect the current date. On the page showing now is “Get Deported”, which event was originally inked in for last Tuesday, 26 February. Now a full week has passed with no deportation, and I have no point of FOCUS. If they are going to threaten to deport you, like, with an actual deadline, they should come and jackboot down your door on that date, or else politely notify you that they were only joking about the deportation crap. Ironically enough, pending resolution of this issue I am not supposed to leave the country, which means no weekend jaunts to anywhere more interesting or distant than Ljubljana. It sort of casts a shadow over Edinburgh, too, though you can bet your best haggis that I will be there one way or another. But this wondering waiting worrying is simply not right nor productive, and so neither am I. Today I am most effectively radiating the ‘speak not to me’ vibe here at work, where I am being paid handsomely to bother you all with these complaints and listen to whatever Winamp brings me, at the moment Jonathan Richman. I have my office door shut, both to drown out the panpipe-version of 'Ode to Joy' that someone is inexplicably blaring down the corridor, and to make clear my lack of desire to answer inane questions about how to clear the paper feed of the copier. I also have nothing much I must accomplish this side of Thursday. In twenty minutes or so I must go and perform and mediate and instruct for ninety minutes, smiling my fakey smile, but after that the day is mine. My Slovene office mate is not even here today, although we get along very well and I’d just as soon she were here, hiding in our office with me, playing Snake II obsessively on her mobile phone. Her high score is 756 on level 7 and she only got the thing a week ago! She obviously has a natural talent for not biting herself in the ass; for those of you unfamiliar with the vagaries of Snake II, that is the primary objective, not unlike life. It is trying rather fecklessly to be sunny today, which is well since we have had sixty solid days of grey damp weather. This is supposed to be the sunniest region in a country famous for being sunny, but since I arrived 65 days ago, I can count on one hand the number of days I’ve seen the damn sun. If one more person tells me that Slovenija is called “the sunny side of the alps” I am going to kick them in the eye. Least Favorite Coworker jams photocopier and slithers away without fixing it. I know it was LFC because ten minutes and many curses later, I extract a final rumpled, accordion-shaped artifact: a page from the Book of Jonah. This is a man (LFC, not Jonah) whose only conversation-starting gambits are: 1) “You know, many years ago ” (relates dullest fact ever known about horse liniment industry) 2) Interrupting: “You know, similar thing happened to me ” (relates thing entirely dissimilar) 3) “So, are you married? Do you have a boyfriend?” The Book of Jonah, for crying out loud. Apparently Jonah ended up in that whale because he was unwilling to go to Nineveh and tell all the Ninevetians how evil they were and how wrong their life-style and gods of choice were. I so much prefer a good Just So Story to Bible tales. “How the Rhinoceros Got His Skin” beats the Book of Jonah like a damn gong. As you have probably guessed based upon the above numbered list, I am writing to you according to the U.S. Army manual of style, about the most oxymoronic idea if ever there was one. Here is what it states, in FM 101-5, “Staff Organization and Procedures”: “Keep paragraphs short to avoid losing the reader’s attention. Limit them to four or five sentences at a maximum.” It goes on to say, “Kill, kill, kill.” Gordons among you take note. Of the brevity bit, not the homicide. This is not to say that I did not entirely enjoy his account of rubbing elbows with cider barons. I just followed him to the duckpond and wondered where it was he was going to take us, and then, when we got there, I wondered where I was. Oh, right. Inside a cloud. How pleasant to be taken into a cloud with so little warning. Stacey will have already heard that I have won a bet with a female friend of mine, regarding a certain self-control issue, and that the prize is a bottle of vodka of the winner’s choosing. Since she cheated to begin with, the victory is either hollow or sweeter than ever, I can’t tell which. And I am not sure that it doesn’t enhance my negative mood to refuse to collect my hard-earned Finlandia. I am always one to seize the moral high ground. Plus, the less vodka around the house the better these days. The much-crowed-about potential date/deportation-preempting wedding failed to materialize. This is not so much a cause of my embittered state as an addendum to it. When Friday arrived and she hadn’t phoned I decided to go to Ljubljana and drink all the Finlandia there, but Zoran took so long completing the installation of my car stereo that by the time I had music for the ride it was too late to take it. So instead I just sat brooding in my apartment and drank all the Finlandia there, and painted my mobile phone with model airplane enamel. It now looks like a barracuda, and rings about as often as one, too. Speaking of which, no one has responded to my requests about info/etc. surrounding the Edinburgh gig. I would really love to meet up with some people, and especially attend other music-oriented entertainment events. Drink myself legless if appropriate, etc. And time is getting pretty short now before Peri and I come up to London/Edinburgh/Glasgow. I promise I won’t be morose by then, legless or not--anyway, how could I be morose in Scotland in early April? If Carlos in BsAs is reading this, he must write to me right away. Thanks for your attention. That is all. JDS Conectate a Internet GRATIS con Yahoo! Conexión: http://conexion.yahoo.com.ar +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From gummi at xxx.net Wed Mar 6 19:37:30 2002 From: gummi at xxx.net (=?iso-8859-1?Q?Gu=F0mundur_J=F3hannsson?=) Date: Wed, 6 Mar 2002 19:37:30 -0000 Subject: Sinister: iceland rules the school! :) Message-ID: <000701c1c546$5b4e8660$6400000a@gummijoh> Allo! Allo! I am new, I am 21 years old and I live in Iceland. I am going to Denmark next week to see Belle & Sebastian for the first time in Copenhagen. I cant wait! I have nothing much to say but I wanted to introduce myself and let people know of my existence. My body cant hardly move because I am so excited to see my favorite band at last although a have to travel and pay a considirate amount of money! :) The Strokes are coming to Iceland on in April... I cant wait for that too. Just wanted so say hi! Hi GJ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From rfadden at xxx.com Wed Mar 6 19:30:28 2002 From: rfadden at xxx.com (rrrrobyn) Date: Wed, 6 Mar 2002 11:30:28 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: they paved paradise and put up a condominium Message-ID: <20020306193028.88867.qmail@web11101.mail.yahoo.com> sinister! i saw the moldy peaches last night! they were awesome! adam was wearing all girls' clothing - his jeans seemed to be string-bean-jean jeans they were so tight. they smiled quite a lot near the end, which was fun. daniel johnston opened for them, but i only saw the last 5 minutes of it because the show started at before 9 o'clock. what?! grr. so i was a bit bummed by that. but after the show i saw him outside being thoroughly confused when people were asking him to pose with them for photos. so he posed with them and then grabbed his two 2-litre bottles of mountain dew and took off. ha ha, i like how hannah called me robert fadden. a legit mistake, yes, but while i am on the rob/roberts/robi/yns mixtape challenge team, i am in fact a robyn and, gasp, a *girl*. i mean, a *woman*. sometimes us with the ambiguous names have to set it straight in the androgenous medium of email. (there are so many possible double-entendres in that sentence i don't even want to think about it, etc.) but i do like it when girls have boys names, so if you want, hey, call me robert. names are weird things. *anyway*, a club here in vancouver called the starfish room was bulldozed about a month ago to make way for a condo. this was sad because even though the club had really bad airbrushed murals on its walls, it was still the place of so many good shows. so i'm reading the weekly entertainment paper on saturday and being weirded out by all the condo ads (vancouver is condo crazy; it's gross) and i come across one particularly weird one with a big picture of people kissing and notice that it has the same address as the starfish room. it was sad. those bastards move quick. i also saw gorky's zygotic mynci on the weekend and that was great. they can make a nice big wall of noise that actually makes you quite happy. probably b/c it's followed by a melodic song, but still, fun. and i went to a cd release party for a local band called young and sexy, who are also great. they even have a song called 'the city you live in is ugly'. it's kind of a bittersweet song, i mean, vancouver is a beautiful city b/c of the mountains/ocean/greenery, but it does stupid things like put up a thousand ugly glass condos, etc. it's just really weird this place. maybe b/c i grew up here. but maybe all places are weird in different ways. oh, the insight. i should get back to work. robyn ===== I was reading the dictionary. I thought it was a poem about everything. ~Steven Wright ~~~ Robyn Fadden rfadden at yahoo.com Vancouver, BC __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Try FREE Yahoo! Mail - the world's greatest free email! http://mail.yahoo.com/ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From LilGrape25 at xxx.com Wed Mar 6 20:09:35 2002 From: LilGrape25 at xxx.com (LilGrape25 at xxx.com) Date: Wed, 06 Mar 2002 15:09:35 EST Subject: Sinister: I'm off to the war Message-ID: <6f.237a45e9.29b7d17f@aol.com> I haven't posted in a while and I think I should. This sunday was my birthday! woohoo! I'm 16, and it really doesn't feel right. The number 15 fits me. divisible by 5 and 3, both friendly numbers. easy to multiply, kind of yellow and pink with a touch of blue. But in a good way, you know? Very gentle and quiet. But 16, SIXTEEN! is all black and blue and deep purple. It sulks. Its mature, its deep. It hangs out under the bridge with its friends 14, 19 and 38. I don't feel 16 a all. Anyway, my parents had a surprise party for me, which is was a load of fun. But the real celebration was when max and I went to see The Magnetic Feilds, which he already told y'all about so I won't dwell on for too long. After every concert I go to I spend a few days wondering why the event was so thrilling. Why was it so fantastic to hear 69 love songs, and why is it practically all that I listen to and sing to myself these days? The concert was very rust, olive, hunter green and ruby. I think that anything can be described by a series of colors. People, spaces, numbers. Most things need three or four colors, but its sometimes very difficult to pick the colors, and if you use any more than four or five the image gets kind of muddy. I always list the colors to myself in order of their importance, the most prominent one first and the last one or two things that there are just touches of. I'm yet to really have a grasp on what exactly these colors mean, or on what plain of my existence I see them, but they are clearly there. Does anyone else ever see things this way? The computer lab is yellow, red-brown, brown-green, tan, and its really starting to get on my nerves, so I'm going to go. Love, Rachel Grapenut oh! and welcome to Rachel Much Later! You can never have too many rachels! Do you have a favorite breakfast food? +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From Daf_Moore at xxx.com Wed Mar 6 22:07:16 2002 From: Daf_Moore at xxx.com (David Moore) Date: Wed, 6 Mar 2002 22:07:16 -0000 Subject: Sinister: What's On The Box? Footballers Wive$ with Paula Wilcox Message-ID: <000301c1c55b$480a1280$29c97ad5@oemcomputer> Hi All, I've been procrastinating over writing this for ages now, so apologies for the mess that it will undoubtedly be. I share the excitement of all those who have got tickets to see Belle And Sebastian on stage, especially if its the first time (at last!) for any long-term fans. If Stru-anne checks the archives before May 7th he/she'll be hiring a gang of bodyguards ;) And if Pookie gets to see Belle And Sebastian four times in one month she will undoubtedly explode! My Brixton tix arrived recently as well. What does it say about one if the numbers are 0001, 0002 & 0003? Stuart's ancient launderette piece has appeared on the website http://www.banchory.net/belleandsebastian/writing.html Thanks to anyone involved in retrieving it & sticking it up (Mick?, Youn?) The fantastic Camera Obscura are playing another live Peel Acres session tomorrow (Thursday) evening, between 10 pm & midnight. Outside the UK you can listen here http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio1/ (click on Listen Live). If you should want more motivation to listen, then apparently the cutesome, toothsome Carey Lander of this parish is playing keyboards with them. Did you know that all of Peter Miller's comic novel Mucky Pups has been published on the web now? If you go here, http://www.badosa.com/bin/obra.pl?id=n121 you can read it online, print it, download it to MS Reader, do what you like with it. The climax of the last chapter gave me as big a belly laugh as the earlier instalments. Cracking stuff. According to http://www.antpop.com/news.htm the Ant album release date has been put back to April, so this month's recommendation goes to Mary Lorson's Tricks for Dawn, out on the 18th. See http://www.cookingvinyl.com/saintlow/index.htm or http://www.spinartrecords.com/bands_marylorson.html depending on which side of the Atlantic you're on. I was lucky enough to see both of Mary's London gigs last week & her music is beautiful. That'll do for now, I'm sure you don't want to hear about Sally, Cabbage & I hanging out with the guts from Placebo & The Wannadies. Love & advertising, David Moore Chelmsford, UK +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From dimensionflip at xxx.uk Wed Mar 6 23:18:54 2002 From: dimensionflip at xxx.uk (ian) Date: Wed, 6 Mar 2002 23:18:54 -0000 Subject: Sinister: smelling the coffee Message-ID: <026601c1c565$88d34340$ccba89d4@default> (before i get started, a couple of things - would anybody be interested in a west midlands meet-up? so far, i can count three of us that are. this would be a nice beginning - especially if the friends in my head accompanied us, that would make 17 people - but i'm sure we can do better than that. birmingham is a beautifulplace. you all should visit. err...what was the other thing? i can't remember.) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------- city boys don't understand darkness. i learned this the first time i found myself wandering around the lanes of a small welsh coastal town, trying to find somewhere warm that didn't have strange noises coming from it, and wishing the moon would throw me a few of its dangerously enticing beams. we think we know what its like to walk home in the dark. we look up at the endless, limitless sky and we squint upwards, hoping to see the stars over the orange fluorescence that surrounds us. the cars sweep past - the world of another person, contained within, brushes ours for a minute, then moves on, relishing its own warmth and seclusion. tyres splash sprays of foul-smelling water in the direction of the unwary. somewhere, an unknown person shouts unintelligible thoughts. yes, there is a darkness in all of this, but it is the darkness of a self-created fear - the fear of ourselves projected out towards others. real darkness, utter darkness, holds something completely different. something eternal, and unknown. something more beautiful than death and more frightening than life, and something completely, unavoidably, seductive. have you ever felt like you could wrap the darkness around you? fall into its folds and become merely another grain in its fabric. another non-sound in the thickness of silence, another rustle in the bushes, another pixel of an imagination projected out into an infinitely absorbent surrounding? being part of the darkness would be marvellous. to become one with that unknown, to become part of something inexplicably sinister (yes, yes, i know) and yet, in that same renunciation, to become completely safe, to have nothing more to lose. never, really, to have had anything to begin with. becoming velvet, for a moment. and then being destroyed, slowly, as the first rays of dawn obliterated your very existence. to die once a day, and never to see the sunshine. is that heaven? or would you spend your new existence with a vague recollection that the daylight would be beautiful? city boys don't understand utter darkness. less and less of us do. our minds are too busy, trying to catch each second of life as it flies by. we're terrified of anything Absolute. i'm sitting on the edge of a forest. the roadside cafeteria throws yellow and orange into the darkness, only to have it thrown back by the snow outside. i'm staring at a beetle crawling along the ledge, and trying to become one with the moment. i'm waiting for my date. i'm supposed to be meeting an old friend. become lost in surroundings. feel no fear of the muttering man staring at you from the food-counter. think of nothing. 'sometimes i think i have enough free-floating anxiety to power a small country'. i heard a girl say that to me once. and then she asked if it was possible to STOP thinking. i wanted to tell her that it might be, but i was too busy trying to clear my mind. think of nothing. i try to do it, but i realise i am thinking about thinking of nothing. and then i realise i am thinking about thinking about thinking of nothing. a woman shuffles over to sit opposite me. she pulls an electric pink lipstick from a battered brown bag and begins to colour in her teeth. i would ask her why she is doing this, but i'm too afraid the answer will make sense. is it possible to stop thinking? the beetle regards me for a second, meeting my gaze with a rub of its forelegs. ' i pity you' it says no, it can't have done...its a beetle. the last time a beetle spoke to me was shortly before my tori amos poster started to disco-dance. 'i pity you. trapped in your maze of the mind, unable to find an exit from the world you're in, desperately struggling to work out where you are, as if this will help, when all it will do is remind you of the hopelessness of your plight' no, it is definitely the beetle. an intelligent response is called for: 'fuck off'. the woman looks at me quizzically - 'i beg your pardon?' 'no, i wasn't talking to you, i was talking to the beetle' this doesn't appear to reassure her - ' you were....talking to the beetle....' 'i'm not the one who is painting their teeth pink' she downs her coffee, blurts out something about hurting other people's feelings, and leaves without paying. the man behind the counter opens his mouth, and inhales, but appears to decide it isn't worth pursuing her. tail-lights shine a licence-plate, reflecting red and yellow smears on the misted windows, and her car is gone. i wonder what i said? a whirring behind me, and the jukebox comes to life. an old favourite of mine... the bit about 'watching bruce on the old generation game' always makes me smile. i lean back in my seat, staring at the darkness outside. the waiter brings me another cup of coffee. he has beautifully pert buttocks, and it seems wasteful not to imagine them against my crotch. i sip the bitter, black liquid and consider this for a while. 'you're in a bad way every day seems just the same just dial my number or call my name' the song seems to flow into me, through the coffee, reflected back from the window, pouring its energy into the warm space inside the diner. a couple of people smile. i think about things it would be ungentlemanly to share, and the beetle twitches its final death-throws whilst dangling from the mouth of a particularly large spider. outside, in the darkness, there are wolves. but the darkness isn't frightened of them. it thinks of nothing. the darkness takes each minute as it arrives, and allows it to depart as if never there. inside, in the flashing neon light, i see ugliness. i see violence. and a song catches my inner-being and whips it somewhere it seldom goes. and a long-lashed waiter smiles at me. and i'm lost in my maze of thought, still trying to find a way out, not realising that the way out can come when you're least expecting it. the spider opens its mouth in what i can only imagine is a burp. it scuttles away, thinking whatever spiders think. perhaps it is considering how sorry it feels for beetles, with their hedonistic, unaware natures. the sinister-list has stood me up. the snow flakes twirl in the fluorescent light for a moment, and then fall out of sight. occasionally, a neon light outside flashes on. when it switches off again, it only makes the darkness seem deeper than ever. the light is artificial, and lurid. and i think i love it. ian +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From cinemaone at xxx.net Thu Mar 7 08:03:39 2002 From: cinemaone at xxx.net (Oscar Vivanco) Date: Thu, 07 Mar 2002 00:03:39 -0800 Subject: Sinister: Storytelling Message-ID: the movie and not the time. So I went to the movie and sat alone and for some reason or another there were all these cute "indie" rock girls and I was wondering if they were here for the B at S soundtrack or for the Solondz-satirical-sickness. Four girls, all sitting apart but all within two rows of me and each other. We all checked out each other. I wonder what they thought of me and the other girls. One girl sat RIGHT in front of me and luckily she wasn't very tall and I didn't have to move. So I'm scooping the beautiful girls and I get the urge to pee, having just drunk a mocha, and washed it down with a bottle of water. So I go. And come back and then I start thinking, did I go all I had to go? I mean do I have a little pee left, because I can guarantee that I will have to go during the movie. So I get up again as the trailers are starting and go again. This time I catch weird looks from the two in front of me and one just to the side. The movie was silly. I don't know what I thought of it just yet. I have to process. There are four new songs I think.... I'm not sure. They also played The State That I Am In. That's my story. about the movie. But then I went to a bookstore called, and I'm not making this up, A CLEAN, WELL-LIT PLACE TO BUY BOOKS, ok maybe I'm making up the last part, but its got this ridiculous name, but lo and behold there are the indie girls from the movie. I think of asking one of them about the movie as she makes eye contact several times. I don't. Instead I look at the blank books and I thumb through the new bizarre and buy a new pen and leave without talking to the cute girls who are still there being cute. That's my story. about the indie rock girls at the bookstore. But when I went to buy the blank book, my Hopper sticker book for one dollar, and my two dollar pen, I forget that I haven't spoken in probably three or four hours to anyone at all and my voice comes out like a thin, sqeaky pencil and the girl behind the counter looks at me like I'm retarded. I clear my throat, but it doesn't help, I realize I sound like Michael Jackson. That's my story. about the bookstore girl who probably laughed at me and told her coworkers about me and Mike Jackson. I have one question. Who is Mike LOVE? +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From shop at xxx.net Thu Mar 7 13:37:57 2002 From: shop at xxx.net (Katrina House) Date: Thu, 7 Mar 2002 13:37:57 -0000 Subject: Sinister: new club in london Message-ID: <00e001c1c5de$125bc420$9426fea9@katrina> I know this is a little way off, but ther is a new club starting in London, running every two months and is called How Does It Feel To Be Loved? The playlist is The Smiths meets The Supremes. There's a website at http://www.howdoesitfeel.co.uk - and the first night is April 25th. If you're in town try to make it down :) cheers, katrina. banchory press - management - merchandising po box 25074 glasgow g2 6ld scotland email: shop at banchory.net http://www.banchory.net http://www.belleandsebastian.co.uk/home +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From snowy_theband at xxx.com Thu Mar 7 17:01:45 2002 From: snowy_theband at xxx.com (snowy .) Date: Thu, 07 Mar 2002 17:01:45 +0000 Subject: Sinister: It's so lovely and summery today. Message-ID: Hello all. I actually really prefer the autumn and winter. But I'm happy to live in a country where we get a variety of weathers. By the time it gets to march/april I'm usually ready for some sunshine. So, I'm having one of those days where I just sit here reflecting. And here's a list of things I love about summer: Picnics, Going for drinks after work and sitting in a beer garden, Being able to go out in my garden a lot, Going to Devon and spending time by the sea, Kite flying, More picnics, Lazy days on Hampstead Heath, Being able to wear nicer clothes, More picnics. Having said that, by the middle of August I'll be crying out for cloud, rain and wind. I can't really handle the sun, I'm a pasty faced wuss, Take care all. snowy xxx _________________________________________________________________ MSN Photos is the easiest way to share and print your photos: http://photos.msn.com/support/worldwide.aspx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From lily at xxx.com Thu Mar 7 18:23:54 2002 From: lily at xxx.com (lily courtney) Date: Thu, 7 Mar 2002 10:23:54 -0800 Subject: Sinister: austin texas usa Message-ID: <200203071823.g27INsqd025377@mail25.bigmailbox.com> An embedded and charset-unspecified text was scrubbed... Name: not available URL: From room_30 at xxx.com Thu Mar 7 23:12:17 2002 From: room_30 at xxx.com (chris perriman) Date: Thu, 07 Mar 2002 23:12:17 +0000 Subject: Sinister: for lent i've given up pancakes Message-ID: wooh! hi there gang, long time no speak! so i went to a great gig on tuesday night, i went on my own coz all my friends are skint and the sound quality was awful but it was still a great gig. Ikara colt + the parkinsons + the eighties matchbox b-line disaster three great bands for �6, i urge you to go:- edinburgh - la belle angele - fri 8th glasgow - thirteenth note club - sat 9th liverpool - lomax - sun 10th brighton - pressure point - tues 12th bournemouth - old fire station - wed 13th bristol - fleece - thurs 14th and london - garage - sat 16th please go, you'll enjoy it, you deserve a night out ---0#O#0--- ok, this bit is response to bits of posts i've liked: someone mentioned fictional bands, i thought only me and my friends were in fictional bands, i've been in three; 'oil tanker' a death metal band, 'only dogs can hear us' our name describes our music, and currently 'fantastic dan' we havent decided what we'll sound like yet. Robin said: "I'm going to spend the weekend buying a new record player, to finally replace the one I accidentally melted in the oven" huh?!? someone wanted to know exactly what twee means. well, according to collins paperback english dictionary: twee - adj Informal - excessively sentimental, sweet, or pretty. (i think honey could put this in the message thingy at the end of each post, its vital information every belle and sebastian fan needs to know) i'm older than ken chu by 9 and a half months! who'd'a thunk it? ---0#O#0--- oh, i was sure i had more to say than that, bugger, oh well do de do de do nothing else to say really i'll get me coat Pez* _________________________________________________________________ MSN Photos is the easiest way to share and print your photos: http://photos.msn.com/support/worldwide.aspx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From aorta47 at xxx.com Fri Mar 8 04:00:12 2002 From: aorta47 at xxx.com (mmm skyscraper) Date: Thu, 7 Mar 2002 20:00:12 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: troubles on my mind / this time Message-ID: <20020308040013.71909.qmail@web11808.mail.yahoo.com> Hi Sinister I think I also have to have something coming in the mail for me. I'm addicted to ordering stuff off the internet. It used to be just to get cool stuff, now it's like I have to be waiting for a package. Speaking of packages, I finally got 'This Is Just A Modern Rock Song' and I think it great. I really like 'The Gate'. I also got my tickets. Yay! I was listening to John Peel and he played the new Bearsuit single and I have to say it's crazy stuff. I might be the only Bearsuit fan in the US, I don't know. Later I was checking Peel's website and found a great piece of info: staying up all night can double your summer vacation. I'll have to remember that. mmm skyscraper __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Try FREE Yahoo! Mail - the world's greatest free email! http://mail.yahoo.com/ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From belle1974 at xxx.com Fri Mar 8 05:01:59 2002 From: belle1974 at xxx.com (Jennifer Juniper) Date: Thu, 7 Mar 2002 21:01:59 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: so cal aislers set show coming up! Message-ID: <20020308050159.96672.qmail@web10102.mail.yahoo.com> hi there kids, i just wanted to let all those in southern california know that the aislers set is playing at the knitting factory on sunday night. they are also playing a few other cities in the near future. if you haven't seen them live, you should check them out! :o) cheers, jennifer juniper __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Try FREE Yahoo! Mail - the world's greatest free email! http://mail.yahoo.com/ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From snowyminor at xxx.com Fri Mar 8 08:10:30 2002 From: snowyminor at xxx.com (michelle ruiz) Date: Fri, 8 Mar 2002 00:10:30 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: A good friend is always around Message-ID: <20020308081030.68551.qmail@web11703.mail.yahoo.com> Damn there are alot of butchers on Argyle street. Scary ones too. With blood from cow carcass smeared all over their WHITE smocks. Tell me something, why on earth wear white if you are just going to get it full of blood from animals? They should just wear red. So yeah, butchers. And they all go in and out of butcher shops that have animal bodies hanging from their windows which is very disturbing. Why can't they be like the Japanese and have a thing for displaying fake food in their windows. At least it won't smell as much. Thank the powers that be for friends. (Go on, thank them) I had been thinking very negatively lately and it wasn't until my friend talked to me about all her stress, I felt better knowing I wasn't alone. Well, I know I'm not, everyone has stress, but she had the same issues I do. Ok well not to bore you with this. I guess the point is that (this is gonna sound cliche) we may think we have unique problems but many people feel the same way. This was just a reminder of that. You know, I never was a Death Cab for Cutie fan. But yesterday I heard their cover of Bjork's 'All is full of love' and it was very cool. It was also a very ambitious thing to do, if I may say so. Not everyone can pull that off. Those seeing her at Coachella are in for a treat. Too bad she won't be on for that long, but some Bjork is better than no Bjork. And BRMC and International Noise Conspiracy will be there too! I admit, I am jealous. Have fun for me, and take pictures. Of B&S too. (I needed some content in there). And I was just wondering if "Love Burns" by BRMC was actually a song about some sexually transmitted urinary infection. (?) Silly boys. mmm skyscraper fan wrote: 'Later I was checking Peel's website and found a great piece of info: staying up all night can double your summer vacation.' guat?! If this is the case I should have damn near a year off by now. so yeah xx michelle xx __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Try FREE Yahoo! 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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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From pykachu100 at xxx.com Fri Mar 8 09:45:32 2002 From: pykachu100 at xxx.com (Kenneth P Y Chu) Date: Fri, 08 Mar 2002 09:45:32 +0000 Subject: Sinister: a lunchtime wasting Message-ID: Hello sinister, I guess I've just halved my summer holidays by sleeping loads last night, but it hasn't actually done me any good because I'm still tired and my jumper is way too warm for the office and my hot body. And my semi-arthritis is kicking in today and thus this morning my right hand is as strong as water's alcohol level, hence why I'm using it to write half of this e-mail right now. Well being forced to be left-handed at least means that I'm truly sinister. I feel terrible now but I have a good feeling about this lunch time, which happens in a mere 4 hours time, I'm going to receive a free sandwich from my work agency and then I'm going home for lunch, and it's going to be a sunny day and I'll spend it on a solo sinister picnic in my garden with my sandwich to fill my stummy, a cheeky bevvie to lower my immense body heat and a tiny miniature football with "Euro 2000" written on it that I found in my garden, some kid probably kicked it into there by accident and probably cried about it too, but peepers keepers so there, besides I don't know who I would return it to so I may as well put it into good use by practicing my running volleys with it. Unfortunately I have no access to a portable music reproduction device such as a ghetto-blaster which would have made it perfect. It's not perfect now, but in a couple of months time everything will be just dandy. I might even have gotten myself a ghetto-blaster by then. Ooh and look Belle & Sebastian are doing a tour soon, I reckon they should do Glastonbury this year, rubbing shoulders with Rod Stewart - they can do a duet called "Stewart Murdoch" and then sturan can even steal all the limelight, cunning. Left handed hugs and Red Bulls Ken _________________________________________________________________ Chat with friends online, try MSN Messenger: http://messenger.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From h.brown6 at xxx.uk Fri Mar 8 12:14:36 2002 From: h.brown6 at xxx.uk (Hannah Brown) Date: Fri, 08 Mar 2002 12:14:36 +0000 Subject: Sinister: moaning just for practice. Message-ID: <3C88AB2C.228C8A25@camb.linst.ac.uk> This message may be a lot longer than my usual ones, sorry, Everything has all of a sudden gone weird. I went out to a bar last night and decided not to drink because the last time i did i ended up being everything i would not want to be. It was great to feel sober but at the same time quite frightening. It made me think that what i usually see as fun infact wasn't at all fun. People were pissed and taking pills, the cute guy was there with his cuter girlfriend, the music was rubbish, barely anyone talked to me and there was lots of embarrassing flirting and groping going on. There was a scary old man sat in the corner eyeing up the women and he made me feel really vunerable. I had to get a taxi home with a friend because he scared me, i was glad i wasn't drunk. I got home and wondered "what is the point of it", going out, drinking, thinking you feel great when actually you are surrounded by fuck ups. I wanted to run away that night and go somewhere quiet and innocent. After afew minutes of general confusion and a strange sense of loneliness i thought of sinister, and yes, this sounds very cheesy, but it made me smile because i always feel fab when we all meet up. I feel as though i could spend a whole day with all of you and never feel awkward or wrong whereas there are some people at my college that i have known for years but i can never relax around them or feel that i know and trust them. I am going home today for the weekend to relax and eat good food and no doubt i will feel good again tommorrow but evenings like that do my head in. Mum says i think too much and she is right. I'm going to try not to get drunk for a long long time, maybe it will help me, maybe it won't. er, i'm not usually like this but it had to be done and it probably doesn't make proper sense anyway. love hannahxxxxxxx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From irivamon at xxx.com Fri Mar 8 10:35:13 2002 From: irivamon at xxx.com (Ian Rivamonte) Date: Fri, 8 Mar 2002 02:35:13 -0800 Subject: Sinister: bananas and damon albarn Message-ID: so, i just got back from seeing gorillaz over at the warfield in san francisco. excellent show. i'm still trying to figure out why they played clint eastwood twice. you should check them out if you have the $ for it. rather expensive ticket. there's really no b&s content other than the warfield will always remind me of the 2 b&s shows that i saw them there. ahhhhh.... it was so much easier to meet stuart rather than damon albarn. speaking of damon, i saw him at popscene. for people not in the know, popscene is the local "brit, 80s, soul, rock, glam" club in san francisco. he was there chilling with his buddies. he had a "special section" segragated via a very thin rope and a really bored looking guard. i touched his jacket! my friend was trying to fulfill her dream of making out with a rock star while i was just trying to find a way not to embarass myself and get his autograph on my poster. alas, nothing came of it. anyways, that was my 2:34 am rambling for tonight. ta! cheers, ian +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From figure2 at xxx.net Fri Mar 8 13:30:10 2002 From: figure2 at xxx.net (figure2 at xxx.net) Date: Fri, 8 Mar 2002 14:30:10 +0100 Subject: Sinister: The Belle And Sebastian Ticket Was Also In The Wallet Message-ID: <20020308133010.VWUC25585.fep02-svc.ttyl.com@localhost> STAGE ONE Put on some really loud music. Beware that it'll set the mood of the moment, but there's been too much silence in the last 24 hours. "Whatever happens if you never come down?" Is a rough memory of what the tall guy from Pulp once sung. But I came down. Way down. "Oops I did it again" sung Britney, but I'm not going to play that either even if the words are true. So what's it going to be. Hmm. Perhaps this isn't wise, but my eyes just settled onto "Rum, Sodomy and the Lash" by the Pogues. First of all though I'd better skip out to the lavatory "The Rear" If you went to Eton or "The Bogs" if you went to my school (a comprehensive exercise in disinformation, but hey, I turned out real well adjusted erm... right) this is going to be something of a session. The headphone socket on the computer box is dodgy and needs some suspenders made of masking tape in order to achieve full stereo. I'd draw you a diagram but this is a plain text message. STAGECOACHES The stagecoaches were working on Monday, Tuesday and, for all I know all the way through 'till today which if my sources are correct is a Friday. The trains were not working on Wednesday so I was staying through in town but I wasn't working. I should have been but I went AWOL instead. Got driven back to the hotel by an engraver (a taciturn fellow) and the more expansive chap behind the actual wheel, who seemed to know alot about art. It was a wee red Peugot car and it was going from Barnton to Royal Terrace. It isn't a very posh hotel but it is a rather fancy Terrace. WAY OUT WEST: DEAD MAN Seen that movie Dead Man? That's a great movie. I knew there were going to be dangers in the Rum and Sodomy soundtrack: it's settling me into pub-bore mode. "I'm a man you don't meet every day" does have a melancholy charm, though. Hey, it even worked for me on... Tuesday evening. "Oh don't stare at me with your puppy-dog eyes!" But she was saying it with laughing eyes and a smacker on the lips shut her up for a moment. "I've lived *six* times before" "Well I lived only *three* times before but I had a better class of incarnations!". Her and her friends and some others all wander over to drink some shooter sort of cocktails with a rude name to discuss existentialism. Not that there's much to discuss. It's more just the fun to be had on a sinking ship. Take a risk and pay the price and get more life. (Interlude: I received some E-mails from people on this list and I shall get back to you as soon as I can. I find getting the right words in private more difficult than the public ones). OUT THERE ON THE BLUE HORIZON BACK TO THE SOAP OPERA The following night I got my wallet nicked. It was about 9pm and I was walking home to the hotel; plastered, and one gets expansive in these moods. So I sat down next to this homeless girl. Yeah: she was pretty etc. but I swear to you my intentions were honourable. Maybe it was a bit of a grey area like in that TV programme The Vice, where you secretly fancy her but where the hugging is mutual support and not a sex thing: not that she wasn't attractive in that way but someone in that station in life as been abused enough. She suffered from depression and we were just sitting having a chat. I gave her some cash so she could get a room for the night. Some of her mates turned up, and this made me rather relieved because she seemed awful vulnerable sitting there in the 3 degrees and falling. I think her friends (including her 'boyfriend') hastily thought I might be more part of the problem than part of the solution. He accepted my beer, though, and her two friends offered 'business'. Then one of them nicked my wallet: I knew she had but figured what the hell anyway and the the girl I'd been talking with wandered off in one direction whilst the other two and her 'boyfriend' walked off in the other. I considered chasing after the guy, but these folks know the street and I don't. So that was that. I don't have any regrets: the world isn't a fair place. However, I think it's true that one can become corrupted. Some people have a better balance between the desire for knowledge and the the sense to look after oneself. Perhaps people will get rather angry by me couching an act of drunken foolishness in such grandiose terms. But I don't care. AFTER, LATER OR MAYBE NOW A BLUE HORIZON Way down towards the bottom of Leith Walk, Where she wandered, Is a wide current of water, That reaches the sea. In the morning light, You could see it sparkling and beyond, North of the rising sun, Villages and bridges and aeroplanes: Even a dockyard that is slowly stopping making war-boats And becoming a home for ferries to abroad: If home isn't here, It's somewhere out there. Keep going 'till you find it and, All the while, I salute thee. 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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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From lleweth at xxx.com Fri Mar 8 16:29:22 2002 From: lleweth at xxx.com (Laura Llew) Date: Fri, 08 Mar 2002 16:29:22 +0000 Subject: Sinister: From my window I will shut my eyes and let go Message-ID: By accident, you put your money in my machine (#4) By accident, I put my money in another machine (#6) On purpose, I put your clothes in the empty machine full of water and no clothes. It was lonely. -- Richard Brautigan I couldn't come up with a witty, charming, or endearing introduction to this post which will also be neither witty, charming nor endearing so I figured if I began with Brautigan y'all would all be so relieved that it all wasn't Richard's renderings* you wouldn't be so disappointed in my own meager ramblings. Tehehe. Though I haven't read any of the clues or tried in any way to keep up to date on the Treasure Hunt sponsored by the band, I think it's a great idea. I love Scavenger Hunts!! (As you will find out if you have the misfortune of being at my house during your birthday where I make you run around in order to get your presents and you get to bask in my ability to try and rhyme "boxes" with "obnoxious.") I always thought it would be great to make a guy go on one before he goes out with me on date. He would come to pick me up but instead of finding me -- he'd just get a clue on where to look for me. Of course, I would be at the end with a large box of chocolates just in case halfway through he realizes that I'm really not worth it and I have to eat them all by myself. I never liked him anyway, the bastard. I finally met a Belle & Sebastian fan that wasn't from Sinister. He had bad hair. Actually, he had four people's bad hair all on one head. It was quite tragic, as you can imagine. The meeting happened when I infiltrated the hippie stronghold last month (Actually, Katy says the hippie's stronghold is coffee but that makes them sound normal so we'll just omit that line of thinking.) He and Miss "Dorothy Parker Makes Me Want To Drink Bathtub Gin, Have A Bad Love Affair, And Attempt Suicide In That Order" Katy pasteurize together. (I was quite to despondent to learn that "pasteurize" wasn't a euphemism for anything.) She was giving us a lovely tour of dairy section of the barn where there were huge metal machines with lots of thermometer gadgets attached. (Yes, thermometer gadgets. Am I dazzling you with my technical terms here?) when I realized that Dog On Wheels was playing in the background. I remember once someone tried to start a thread of unusual places to hear Belle & Sebastian so I'm officially entering my "Dairy Barn in Western Massahoweveryouspellit" ballot. And I can promise you that one day in spring I won't be taking Mr. Tragic him down to the road, unless it's to get a drastic hair cut. your saucy slattern, Laura "meeting all of your laura llew needs since 1977" * Yes, Paul, that was aimed at you. _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From wonderer at xxx.gr Fri Mar 8 18:34:01 2002 From: wonderer at xxx.gr (Dimitra) Date: Fri, 8 Mar 2002 20:34:01 +0200 Subject: Sinister: Not actual, not lasting Message-ID: <000f01c1c6cf$d24435a0$dedc673e@d4q2i8> You probably won’t believe it, but I actually wrote that down in hand, using a pen and notebook, last night. I think that once you’ve seen a 7” spin around in a dark silent room, or better still its reflection on the record player’s lid projected on the wall, and the next thing you know is the room isn’t silent anymore; once you ’ve seen the sound being born, or, well, reproduced, whatever it is that’s happening to it, cds will never be okay again, and you’ll stop saying you were born too late for vinyl. Mid-February (not now silly, I know it’s March) and I was thinking of the first day of spring, because it smelled vaguely like it. Where has winter gone, I wanted to ask. I swear we used to get winter when I was little. Not to mention there was at least one metre of snow everywhere -even everywhere in the city- and below zero temperatures for more than a week when I was away. I came back to tales of sliding on pavements and freezing no matter where you were. And all I could say was ‘Glasgow was cold too’. Who cares though, Glasgow is supposed to be cold. Three weeks later, and most evenings it still smells this way, though spring is not here yet. The first day of spring: the first evening when the air is sweet, like nothing else but a Clientele song, maybe, 6am morningside, and I know the song is about Edinburgh, and probably dawn in Edinburgh doesn’t feel like nightfall in Thessaloniki, but who cares really? So it feels like nothing else but a Clientele song, only a bit more passionate. It makes your eyes water and your body ache all over and you wish with all your heart you had someone to dream of, someone to cover with kisses; in a room with a window overlooking the city, with the scent of flowers that have actually grown in a garden that used to be yours fills the room, dangling. Or it makes you wish for a boat in the sea while it’s softly raining. -When will we have a party for spring coming? And then comes Easter: more flowers, sunshine and rain -it’s supposed to rain, they say the sky is crying; usually it does, sometimes it doesn’t. Churches and churchyards and old ladies with their grandchildren -while their parents are still at work- running around in their best clothes. The gorgeous little girl I spotted last year with her red hair in bunches. People who only go to church once a year, like me. And somewhere behind the noise, the commercialism and the discourtesy, or among them (them being all around), the joy and pain Easter’s supposed to be about. -Will we have it on the 1st of March? Or the 21st? -Spring doesn’t come before the 21st really. But I’ll be on a plane to London on the 21st. We can always have it on the 20th. Or the 6th of April? Being away, I think I’ll miss that first day of spring. Not the 21st, of course, just that first sweet night. But then the first day of spring for me will be the first day I’ll be back. Travelling is just great, it makes my world so much bigger. Easter. Crying and happiness, though you’d think everyone has forgotten what it is about. Or that they don’t care. Indifference and consumer goods. But then that’s our world, I can’t remember a time without them and I refuse to mourn its passing. If you spend your life looking behind you/ you don’t see what’s up front etc. And then Easter’s gone and all that’s left between you and the summer is just time, plain boring working weeks marked by nothing in particular, which you’ll count and then forget about. And then, oh, then it’s summer, and the city and the air get even sweeter if that’s ever possible – and you want to sing along with Hefner, ‘and god creates the air that floats underneath your dress’ cause that’s how it feels. Before it gets very hot, for that while, the air is just warm and it makes you feel free in a way you both have never felt before and you’ve known forever, as I wrote to Ian. Every year the same. And you want to run around and celebrate it in cafes with friends you probably don’t have. … but I will hope that some day the world around you improves to the point where it fits together a little better with the world inside of you. Every day could be like a feast. That was the opening line of a letter I never wrote and a dream of mine. Cleaning the house while the boy was sleeping and then lying on the sofa waiting for the floor to dry and listening to music you’d never choose to listen to, but the flatmate had chosen to cook to, and looking out of the window (buildings, tv aerials, the sky) was almost as good as life can get and a celebration of it: an expression, in acts, of your joy. Yes, I really believe these things. The letter was not written, but had it been, it would have been in Greek. October 2000 was a time I only wrote in Greek. I didn’t know feast was the right word for what I wanted to say, I looked it up in the dictionary yesterday and it somehow was that little bit that started making things better. The phrase had never left my head since I first wrote it down, during a lesson I should have been talking notes about, I think. But for some reason I had never spoken it to anyone to this day. Not even the boy who was sitting next to me in one of those cafes that morning, and inspired me to it. Especially not to the boy, we had enough trouble as it was, without my seemingly irrelevant dreams. He has enough trouble, that is. I was quite alright –my days could be as I wanted them to be, if only someone wanted to live in them and share them. What can I say, my trouble was he didn’t want to. And yes, it’s the same boy who has been asking about spring parties. No, we’ re not together now. Yes, we’re friends. No, no, it’s so much more than being civilised… I guess I can explain it, but all you’ll get from me is an ‘either you understand it or don’t bother’ look. The same boy, that, would it rain on that first day of spring, he’d long to stand underneath it and be a boy in a Go-Betweens song. Though I doubt he knows the Go-Betweens really. Or that he likes them. He knows the Smiths, though. And he totally adores them. And sometimes he just so much looks like it. This probably means something else in the part of the world you are, but where you from here, you’d know exactly what I mean. I don’t know if he would, though. Stand underneath that rain, that is. (Sometimes he is that true to himself, sometimes he’s not.) Is there a Smiths song about standing underneath a soft sweet rain? Or rain isn’t really all that sweet and soft in Manchester? I think I once had a book about a little girl who wanted to stand underneath the first spring rain to get taller. I was quite young, and she must have been a bit younger. Is that all? No, but after all this all feels sweet, so I’ll stop. Love and rainfall, zoziepop xx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From jpayne at xxx.org Fri Mar 8 20:42:43 2002 From: jpayne at xxx.org (Jenny Payne) Date: Fri, 8 Mar 2002 15:42:43 -0500 (EST) Subject: Sinister: Thinking of a subject line is too much for me today... In-Reply-To: Message-ID: ... for I am in a terrible mood. I'm jaded. Grrrrrr. heh But here is a little bit of news. I'm not sure if anything about it's been posted or not, because I'm still catching up on posts from as long ago as Feb. 25. +---------------------------+----------------------------+ Belle And Sebastian star finishes off solo album http://www.nme.com/news/101033.htm +---------------------------+----------------------------+ Since I've written last, I've gotten my tickets for the PA and DC shows. I'm excited about the PA show... the old theatre looks like a lovely venue. So I don't have the money to go. I'm going anyway. Are any meet-ups at all planned for either of these shows? I think a DC picnic on the Mall might be fun... I have also met the other Sinisterian from my town, which was fun. (Hello Miss Vilkas!) We saw a fantastic show with the bands Gregor Samsa and Her Space Holiday. Check them out. I'm told that the artist who did Radiohead's artwork did HSH's as well, and it's nice. Vilkas and I wondered.... if we had a Richmond, Virginia Sinister picnic, would anyone else come? I saw the Teenbeat Records-label band Aden recently too.... I've mentioned them before, I think. OH, they were wonderful. They have recently relocated to NYC, so some of you might have the chance to catch them. I love the treasure hunt idea... I've done several of those for friends' birthdays where they had to go from store to store in town, asking the clerks for their next clue. Usually the hunts ended up where the friend got a free birthday dinner in a restaurant, or once, they were greeted by the big, blue birthday beast (my friends and I under an enormous blue bedsheet). For now, Jen +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From belle1974 at xxx.com Sat Mar 9 01:06:38 2002 From: belle1974 at xxx.com (Jennifer Juniper) Date: Fri, 8 Mar 2002 17:06:38 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: aislers set show in la is cancelled Message-ID: <20020309010638.18269.qmail@web10105.mail.yahoo.com> hi there! sorry that i posted about this show since it isn't happening afterall. i guess the good thing about posting it on sinister was that someone e-mailed me to say they were cancelling dates because of illness. so i called the venue and it is true, they are NOT playing on sunday in los angeles! :o( boo hoo! cheers, jennifer juniper __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? 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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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From sophiakatrina at xxx.com Sat Mar 9 05:55:36 2002 From: sophiakatrina at xxx.com (sophia katrina) Date: Sat, 09 Mar 2002 05:55:36 +0000 Subject: Sinister: the edge of the world Message-ID: oh sinister, all this talk of concerts and picnics and spring rain on the other side of the globe has made me melancholy. seeing b&s at the royal albert hall was so wonderful, and i wish i could repeat the experience... somewhere exciting... i think i must be suffering the famous geographical envy that you keep talking about. maybe all the australian listees should stage a rival meet-up? we could all drive to whichever point is equidistant to perth, brisbane, sydney and melbourne. we could sit in the desert, drinking beers out of an esky (aus., n., plastic box with blocks of ice for chilling food), roasting sausages and tofu burgers over the campfire, drinking beers and looking at the sky or at the thousands of kilometres of peaceful nothingness around us. then we could all go our separate ways again.(alternately, i could do as someone suggested and take advantage of my anonymity and go into too much intimate detail about my life. but you poor people have suffered enough on that front already). you see, sometimes i forget that i live on the edge of the world*. but on days like this i remember. i think if i could just look over the horizon i would see walls of sparkling water falling into space. as it is, i can only see a line of tankers, suspended across the bay like a string of lights. they could very well be stars. i've been thinking a lot about australia, and the thing is - i don't trust it. i have never been patriotic about any nation, though i have heard the word used well - by patti smith, or by ani difranco when she sings "i am patriot, i have been fighting the good fight..." when you have triple citizenship, it's too much of an effort. (on the plus side, i get a lot of marriage proposals, and quite lucrative ones at that, but i'm holding out. my sources tell me a US passport will go for ten grand on the black market...) i wrote my third year thesis on belonging and displacement, actually, and anyone interested in reading it can e-mail me. it is - marginally - more edited than my posts. life here seems somehow precarious. it feels like that diane arbus photograph, the one of a movie set on top of a hill. on first glance it could be a house, but on closer inspection you understand that it is a set, just a facade, and through the windows you can see dark clouds blowing across the sky. that's how i feel about this country. living here requires a daily, no, constant act of forgetting. my suburb is so fashionable that they film a tv show about the romantic misadventures of attractive twenty-somethings (it's called 'the secret life of us', and they show it on channel 4 in the uk). but to believe that st. kilda really is the 'lifestyle precinct' that tv says it is, to believe in the streets full of shiny bars and shinier people, you have to forget about the police beating up the aboriginal people in catani gardens. you have to walk past them, past the homeless people who hang around outside the 7-11 and play guitar in the middle of the night, past the women who stand on street corners on carlise street at nine o'clock on cold saturday morning, waiting for men in cars to pull up and roll down their windows... and you have to foget them. unless slumming is the whole point. maybe the shiny people want a kitchen full of stainless steel scandinavian applicances and a view of junkies from their living room window. once a man overdosed in our front garden. he had been eating the roses in the garden. when we came home, he was lying there, flat on his back, with petals falling from his mouth. in australia there is forgetting on a grander scale. forgetting that refugees are locked up in tin sheds in the desert, seeing tear gas for the first time in this supposedly civilised nation. forgetting that the government lied to us during the election and told us that the refugees had thrown their children overboard. (http://www.theage.com.au/specials/immigration/index.html) forgetting that the governor-general let sexual abuse of children go unpunished when he was an archbishop. forgetting that aboriginal people have only had the vote for forty years, and that a generation of their children were stolen from them in a policy of forced assimilation. forgetting about the white australia policy and one nation and the salt that rises in the water tables every year because the trees are going and the land is rebelling. the trees began to go because the first settlers wanted to recreate english pastures and rolling hills. they wrote their homesickness across the land, the desert, the forests, deep into the crust of the earth... and the scars of their longing are still with us. we have convicts on the australian side of the family (i know, because of the obvious impossibilities and falsifications in the family tree). the folk songs that convicts wrote have the most heartbreaking words. "bound for botany bay" ends with "if i had the wings of a turtledove, i'd soar on my pinions so high, straight into the arms of my polly love, and in her sweet presence i'd die." the whole history of this country is so brutal and so, so sad. what do you do when you stop forgetting? sophia X *the western, english-speaking, colonial world of course. _________________________________________________________________ Send and receive Hotmail on your mobile device: http://mobile.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From velocity_girl_is at xxx.uk Sat Mar 9 13:51:25 2002 From: velocity_girl_is at xxx.uk (velocity farewell) Date: Sat, 9 Mar 2002 05:51:25 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: WiLLiaM ShaKespeaR's GoT FucK on mE... Message-ID: <20020309135125.28171.qmail@web10005.mail.yahoo.com> Hello the sinister*land... Seems like things have been changing rapidly these last months... "2002 is going to be MY yeaR", i told my sister in New YeaR's EvE... and it seems that yes, it's been my yeaR so far... faR gonE and OuT... 3 weeks and a half till I'm in London... and this time i won't be going back to greece... it feels weird but it makes me so excited... it never felt like home here anyway... I miss posts from fRiEnDs...where is CaRsmiLe-Stephen-LaD? where is the PF? where is my Care-BeaR? thankfully our Luscious-Lucy posted recently!! even BG Mark hasn't posted for some days now... and ARchel! I keep having these images of ARchel dipping her quill into ink and writting poems with her hair all messed up, swearing as she can't find the word! You know I'm getting to share a sofa with our Archel on the night of the belles' gig in london... what's interesting is what's going to happen after the gig... we're going to shake our booties in a hip-hop-rap club in bRixton, oh yes!! Jordi said "i've heard the rumours, vel, are they true?"... the rumours about the booty-shaking after the gig, that is... sultry news travel fast, i'd say... so anyone who wants to come over to the Venue (i think that's what the club's called) and shake their cute bums with us, let me know... and even better, the day of my arrival, 31st March, the Camera Obscura are playing at the Monarch!!! oh London hasn't let me down... yet... you should all be there! talking about the obscuras made me think of glasgow... so back to Lucy... I was biting my nails whilst reading Lucy's post actually... all this 'moving to glasgow' shenanigans!! Oh me God!! I hate moving! I should be packing like mad, but i cannot be arsed really... all these records, all these books, all these clothes, my fave duvet and pillow... how am i going to take all that to glasgow? Life's running frantically and i'm running after it trying to catch up... a suite of faces, places, words, gestures passing by as i try to find a formula, to sort everything out, to put everything in some order... and i fail every time... I'm so happy I'm leaving here... all bad memories... all putrified stories... Do you remember Little John? the 8-years-old-boy who used to leave flowers on my doorstep? his mum's in a mental hospital... she couldn't stand her alcoholic husband's abuse anymore it seems... grandparents are looking after the children... no more coming at my flat at midnight sobbing with bruises all over her face and with little john hiding behind her, trying to escape her enraged husband who'd wait for her at the stairs throwing curses and threats, calling little john a poof and threatening him that he'll 'show him afterwards'... Sleepless nights all these have cost me... these nights i'd wish i had a gun... with no bullets... just to stick it to the tosser's head and watch him pissing his trousers with fear... and spit on his fucking face! and what an ugly face that is... People seem to become more and more bored... and lazy... when it comes to their heads... people seem to become more like amoebas... like they're returning to a protogenic form of life... everything's fine as long as they're easy... everything's fine as long as they're offered to us on a silver plate... and yet, everyone seems to struggle in their everyday lives... struggle with bills, struggle to make ends meet... but that's where their struggle begins and ends at the same time... Meanwhile, there are others who live their own tragedies... my Mao's always used to say to me "don't be ungrateful! look at all those people who have REAL problems, like health problems. You should be grateful".. the defeatist's philosophy i'd say... why should i look at the worse around me to be happy with my situation? isn't that self-indulgent and a losers' trait? I wonder... I've become to learn one thing, tragedy's subjective... it takes the dimensions, it takes the shape of your own soul, it moulds with your body... looking at a beggar starving on the pavement won't make you feel any better, why should it? will it make your life look better? isn't that the silliest thing ever? Oh but anyway, enough with these... sorry for boring you all... I keep walking by the new hospital building which is still under construction, looking up at its roof and thinking of that night that i, zozo, paul and stayc went on the rooftop... looking at the lights of the villages on the mountain opposite to us... thinking of chocolate cake spread all over my face and on the walls of the frontroom... thinking of spooky licking chocolate off paul's sleeve... thinking of the magnum bottle of champagne paul and stayc drained! and that's the kind of memories i'd like to keep... I hope Kyla posts soon... take care you lot, hugs, vel xxxxx "WaR is the last possible creative act" Mick Travis "IF" "true creation will rise from the ruins of the old world" Isidor Isou, L.I. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Try FREE Yahoo! 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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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From fbrito at xxx.br Sun Mar 10 02:03:30 2002 From: fbrito at xxx.br (Fernando Brito) Date: Sat, 9 Mar 2002 23:03:30 -0300 Subject: Sinister: Skies Message-ID: Queridos sinistros, It was a pleasant week here in Sampa*, with sunny days, light-blue skies, that reminded me that Fall is just beyond the corner. The equinox used to be so important to me. A symbolical importance, cause I'm no astronomer or anything! When I was a kid and had plenty of time to do every kind of useless things, I used to count the difference in minutes between the length of each day, from the solstice to the equinox. And I loved to spend the clear autumn nights on the roof, looking for constellations, seeing how the night sky changed from day to day, or even just stargazing. Did you know that many of the bright stars that we see are in fact a superposition of tens of little stars? I used to search for these "fake stars". And it was beautiful to see the dance of Jupiter's moons! And I always wanted to see the rings of Saturn, but my binoculars were not that powerful, and my mother couldn't afford to buy me a telescope... Now I live in an apartment building, I don't have a roof. And the city where I live today is not the best to be wandering at night looking at the sky... in the next morning you might be found lying on the ground with your mouth full of ants**! And after all, I'm tired of using my binoculars to watch the nearby windows looking for naked girls! So autumn is my favorite season. The sky is so blue and clear, every day it gets a bit colder... and a recurrent feeling of melancholy, that is not bad at all, makes me feel so lonely, abandoned, like I am the last living person on Earth and the crowd around me is nothing but souls of bygone persons. It's like the first part of that movie with Charlton Heston, I can't remember the name now, also like that scene of Vanilla Sky in which NY is completely empty of people... Speaking of Vannila Sky, I went to see it on wednesday. It started around 21:20 and ended at 23:30. The cinema was in a shopping centre, which closes at 22:00. After the movie was over I left the projection room and... it was so weird... the whole mall was empty, there was no one else there! It was kind of like the movie! And what's more strange, I felt so well that way, walking through the deserted hallways, very slowly, watching the vitrines and the shops. I don't know what that feeling was, I think I felt powerful, like everything in that mall was mine, or at least, at that moment, I was able to do whatever I wanted with all those things around me. I don't know, I just felt wonderful all by myself in that very large place that usually is full of people. It was like being in a church... but I'm not quite sure cause it's been a few years since I last entered a church. Actually this whole event took place in only a few seconds, perhaps one or two minutes, but what was really impressing was that feeling, when you leave a dark room, where you know that everything is fake, and you're expecting to come back to the real world - in your head you're gonna push that door and there will be people walking around you, talking, shouting, doing something, anything - but then, there you are, in another fake world, there's no one else there, only you, all the people from the cinema were left behind, they took the elevators. And there I was... all alone. Feeling powerful... Until the security guy came and asked me if I was lost! Well, at that moment, with all that bewilderment in my head, all I could do was smile and say "Yes". So he showed me the elevators and that's where I left my daydream behind! But on to happier topics... I finished my sinister marathon last weekend! There were about 80 posts to be read, but it was worth the effort! Mark wrote that he has read in John Peel's website that staying up all night can double your summer vacation... Someone should ask Mr. Peel if "getting laid" all night also can double my summer vacation, cos that would be much more fun! Now, guys, does it make any sense or my english really sucks?! And I'm so happy, 'cause I read an article by a famous brazilian indie columnist saying that Charlatans are coming to Brazil next month! Wooo-hooo!!! And Stephen Malkmus is also confirmed! Now I wonder if he's gonna sing Pavement's songs! And I wonder if he speaks like an ordinary guy! Oh no, that's Geddy Lee! Does anybody here like Rush? Is it a sin to like Rush in this list?! If so I have no doubt about what I am to do, I will throw away all my Rush albums and stick with you guys! Because I LOOOOVE Belle and Sebastian, and... what's Rush?! So... I think that's all! What was my point? I've just told you! See you later! Fernando Brito * - Sao Paulo, the city. ** - Dead. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From zcraw96 at xxx.uk Sun Mar 10 16:25:22 2002 From: zcraw96 at xxx.uk (Christina McDermott) Date: Sun, 10 Mar 2002 16:25:22 +0000 Subject: Sinister: 'Chu always rain on my parade Message-ID: <3.0.6.32.20020310162522.00d1a100@pop-server.ucl.ac.uk> One should never wear a skirt if you intend to walk through Central London. Maybe it's just a me thing here, but every time I decide to wear a skirt in this city, I get funny looks from passers-by. I'll be sat on the Tube reading my "Big Book of Early Modern Women" (Yes, I have one of these, and a right scintillating read it is too) and the person across from me is looking at me, or more to the point, they're looking at my legs in a really interesting manner, like I've just stepped off some rare and exotic planet where we all wear skirts with wiggly patterns and listen to the Lo-Fidelity Allstars (Their first album I hasten to add, I rediscovered this little lyrical gem whilst rooting around in my record collection, desperate for soothing sounds to help me get through work and remembered what a damn fine groove it had to it, and such astounding lyrics too, like "The disco bison likes the disco music," much like that new pop-warbling songstress Shakira whose lyrics in one of her songs goes apparently along the lines of "good thing my breasts are small and humble so you don't confuse them with mountains. Sheer genius!) Or, I could just be walking down the road near Uni, in my own blissful daydreams about me and the cute guy who sits next to me in my History of Political Thought class and what I could do to him using the newly learned Russian phrase of "strip to the waist" (it goes along the lines of "padova ya padovnayen in case you're interested or if you're ever in a compromising position with a Russian) when I catch someone walking past me, looking at my skirt and then looking at me in an interesting way. It never happens when my friend Mazda wears a skirt which she does practically everyday, so why me I ask? It used to be if you didn't wear a skirt in polite society you got funny looks. Maybe I just have amazing legs, maybe I AM an alien from a distant exotic planet and I haven't realised it yet. Or maybe I just look amazingly rough in a skirt. Who knows? Not that I've really had much of an excuse to go out looking good in a skirt recently. This Cola-Cube has the end of term blues, stemming from the fact that she's poor (yes, I know it's my own bloody fault because I decided to buy a Glastonbury ticket now to make sure that it didn't all sell out on me instead of waiting until I had worked over Easter and therefore could afford the damn thing. Oh well, I'm going now. Is anyone else out of interest? Maybe we could all have a little Sinister Glastonbury meet-up and have a picnic on the hills overlooking Sommerset and I could eat noodles again like I do every time I go to a festival.), has too much work (one 5,000 word essay on Religion in Latin America and another 2,500 one of Political philosophy both due in in two weeks time. Ick). I think it's just this time of year that's getting everybody down, we're all tired and fed up of bad things swooping down on us like black clouds when we're not expecting it, like ex boyfriends and phone bills. Part of me wants to get into bed and sleep off the fatigue that I can't seem to get rid of, no matter how long I sleep for. It just seems that the alarm clock is always there on the periphery waiting to physically shake me quite hard so I can't drift off into dreamy land for too long because just as things start getting good, I'll hear that beep-beepy noise telling me I have to get my foppish little Indie-girl ass out of bed and actually do things that are worthy instead of sitting around and reading the trashy romance novels that I found in my friend's kitchen the other night and drinking tea which is what I really want to do. My little Sixteen year old baby brother is coming to visit me next weekend because he, like me at that point, has gotten fed up of Manchester and GCSE's and the muggy grey weather which sticks to your clothes and you can smell in your hair (and oooh my tape player appears to want to be remixing Jeff Buckley. It sounds rather good, but I'm sure it shouldn't be doing this). At least he's not avidly mixing Atari Teenage Riot with his Belle and Sebastian which if I remember rightly was what I was doing at his age, along with a great number of things that I shouldn't really mention here It's not too bad I suppose, I got my Belle and Sebastian ticket for Manchester through the other day and I found out that my band have got more recording time over Easter before our guitarist goes off travelling around America (we were reviewed in both the Oxford and London student newspapers if anyone's interested. The Oxford review compared us to Gorky's, before labelling us "aural torture" (I was quite proud about that) but the London one was lovely and said nice things, so maybe we're not all that terrible really we can but hope. And it's Track and Field next Friday too, a club night where you can usually see me and my friends bouncing around the dance floor like maniacs, running up and down the staircase to see which floor is currently playing the best music (which afterwards makes you realise that it's called Track and Field for a bloody good reason), and produces pictures of you and your friend brandishing a shoe and neither of you can remember why Still, I send my love and commiserations to all of you whose parade is being rained on at the moment. Especially Gordon ooh, that's mighty rough having your wallet stolen with your Belle and Sebastian ticket inside. I saw the strangest thing today myself regarding interesting homeless people. I was walking to Uni so that I could use the library (I know, I know...a first year actively going into University on a Sunday so she can use the library! Shocking, isn't it?) and I was walking up Tottenham Court Road when I saw this old lady hanging off a lampost just pointing and screaming abuse in her own made-up language at the passers-by. People just kept looking at her strangely as they walked past and she screamed and ranted about what I really couldn't say. I couldn't help wondering why she was stood there on the Tottenham Court Road on a Sunday doing this instead of being at home and what had led her to stand there, babbling and screaming like a child. Did some immense tragedy shake her life and this was her escape mechanism? Was she drunk, consumed by grief, or just in her own little world where she felt like a trapped animal and lashing out at the world was her only way to deal with the situation she found herself in? I know how she felt and I sympathised because there are times when I just want to stand and point at the world and scream at it too for making things go wrong and hurting people I love and generally at times making me hurt and ache with sadness all over. I wanted to go to the Accident and Emergency department at UCH which wasn't too far away and get someone to help her, but by the time I came out of the shop I was in, she had gone. Strange how things like that make us stop and think for a while. After all, there are multitudes of strange people in this city, but for some reason I can't help wondering why she was screaming, and if she had children and if they were thinking about their mum today. Who can say? Maybe it's not my place to ask. If I can make the summer last longer if I stay up all night, that means that for half of my Summer I'll be hyperactive through sleep deprivation and the other half comatose as a result. What a heartening thought. Love and amusing Russian phrases, Cay Cola-Cube XXx P.S. Waves and hugs to lovely Michael my friend in the nursery who calls me McDermott (which I find rather sweet in an endearingly old-fashioned kind of way), and who will no doubt amaze you all with his linguistic prowess once he's allowed out of there to wreak a path of havoc across the Sinister world "If I can't dance, I don't want to be part of your Revolution..." -Emma Goldman +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From al717 at xxx.edu Sun Mar 10 17:06:53 2002 From: al717 at xxx.edu (Adam Leier) Date: Sun, 10 Mar 2002 09:06:53 -0800 Subject: Sinister: Damn you High Fidelity, Damn you to a closed sheep pen! Message-ID: <32404332686a.32686a324043@homemail.nyu.edu> Has anyone else encountered fellow humans who automatically dismiss Belle and Sebastian just becasue Jack Black has told them to do so in the seething High Fidelity? It's really quite infuriating, just like the times i dismissed The Strokes as telephone-talking Television ripoffs and Stephen Malkmus' cd as Diet Lou Reed. If even I can come around do you think it's possible these unfortunate souls will? Adam (AOLIM=BlurryBoy13) +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From john at xxx.uk Sun Mar 10 17:27:56 2002 From: john at xxx.uk (John Jennings) Date: Sun, 10 Mar 2002 17:27:56 +0000 Subject: Sinister: 'Cause you wanna say hello to everybody Message-ID: <3C8B979C.6020805@ilonline.co.uk> my bluddy computer hates me. i've said it a thousand times before and here i am saying it again. but its true, no denying it.... i've got a bill i cannae pay for my domain name, icq crashes pretty much whenever anyone starts talking to me which makes people think i'm even more antisocial than i am... which is no mean feat... and then my sinister email address got closed down again, which is all down to my hoarding tendencies being translated into digitalness by all the sinister mails i've kept... so i had to unsubscribe from sinister again and i lost of emails that people had send to that address, and that made me feel guilty because there were some lovely emails from lovely sinister people that i never got to reply to, and yet again people think i'm even more antisocial than i am.... so if anyone wants to email me, or is very angry that they didn't get a reply the first time round, john at ilonline.co.uk is the new (non-changing) place to do so.... all this also meant that i couldn't reply to any sinister posts.... which was most annoying because lots of people have said lots of funny and interesting things over the past couple of months and i would have liked to let them know it... so if you said anything interesting and funny over the past couple of months, can we just take it that i've mentioned you in a post now please? so then... erm... content.... well this is pseudo-content... has anyone noticed that the treasure hunt clues seem to make cliques of the people who live in or know the cities well? whether you can call a million odd people a clique is arguable, but i read the clues and went 'wha...?'.... does anyone fancy coming to nottingham to see ali roberts with me on friday? dum de dum.... by the way i had a dream that we planned a sinister new years party (aha, at last, a sinister dream. hoho).... and we booked a massive big place and everyone who had anything to do with sinister all came and we had lots of fun.... it seemed like a good idea in the dream... ahem. so anyways, i'm happy that i've re-asserted my place in the sinister community now.... That was fun. JP x +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From lizdaplyn at xxx.com Sun Mar 10 20:50:38 2002 From: lizdaplyn at xxx.com (Liz Daplyn) Date: Sun, 10 Mar 2002 20:50:38 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Bis cover Joy Division! Message-ID: No, really, it�s as true as I can make it. It�s a fantastically bleepy vocoder�d version of �Love Will Tear Us Apart�. Slightly sacreligious, one might feel if one could be drawn to make judgements like that, but what are icons for if not, well, �clasting�? Watch a space of your choice. Of course, I�ve already made my pronouncement on it by not immediately spitting in its general direction. The malaise of not being able to stand up for or follow ideas through properly is an infuriating one prevalent in these alienated times. If something is worth thinking about in the first place, it�s worth developing thoroughly and bringing to a positive (or negative, ho ho) conclusion, and it�s maddening to come across people (and, of course, one�s self, annoyingly) being smugly non-committal with their vaguely postmodern laziness. Sitting on damp cold fences gives you piles, kids. My personal comfort blanket at the moment is �Stood On Gold� by Gorky�s Zygotic Mynci. Just to see its small yet perfectly formed vinyl loveliness begin to spin round (even before the music starts, just listening to the slight hiss through tasty Technics speakers) makes my bone marrow melt and my knotted intestines unravel with joy. And when it�s finished (and 7�s finish so sweetly) the fragile arm of the cheap record player shifts from its active hovering position to glide silently back to the resting place where it comes to an halt with a tiny but definite click of satisfaction. Likewise the happiness of hearing Camera Obscura playing on the radio the other night. They r!o!c!k!e!d!, in particular showcasing the ivory-tickling talents of the (most likely glamorously fishnetted) Miss Carey Lander of this parish. I was a tad merry, having shared a bottle of Pinot Grigio with my mother over a most exciting green curry, and as the room revolved slowly about the central point of my futon in time to the gorgeous sounds from the stereo, all was well. Having spent far too much time _this_ weekend putting up my Mum's floor-length brown velvet curtains (very decadent and yet rather boring), I hope to be in London _next_ weekend to look at a house, go to the pub, and partake of at least a smidgen of the visit of the fragrant Ms Fruitloop. Oh, and maybe look at some art. So if I see any of you there, don�t be offended if I seem absentminded. I shall probably be drunk. Which reminds me: I really should refrain from boozing quite so much at gigs. It�s all very well, but my quality control goes right out the window, so the old critical faculties aren�t really up to appreciating the music. Or maybe I�ve only seen fantastic bands lately. Brixton in only a couple of weeks! If people are interested, there are some photographs of last month's Brighton extravaganza at http://photos.yahoo.com/wintryme along with some other stuff from the latest batch of pictures I got returned with the aforementioned through the post. I love mail order photo development. Whoever it was that said they�ve become addicted to buying things on the internet, I�m with you there. Getting parcels in the post is so exciting because you never know precisely when they�re going to come, or whether the item purchased is going to live up to or even exceed expectations. It�s the pleasurable uncertainty that one craves. Like being in love, no? Mmmm. Liz :x --- Tsuki-Yuki-Hana Twitch the blind and peep at the moon The big round moon like a piece of soap. It washes the daytime out of your eyes And fills them with night-time. Ivor Cutler --- _________________________________________________________________ Send and receive Hotmail on your mobile device: http://mobile.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. 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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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From rob_brennan at xxx.uk Sun Mar 10 23:59:09 2002 From: rob_brennan at xxx.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Robert=20Brennan?=) Date: Sun, 10 Mar 2002 23:59:09 +0000 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: new site Message-ID: <20020310235909.29729.qmail@web10508.mail.yahoo.com> Fans of my griping the other week might like to know that I have finally abandoned Tripod and relocated to http://liquid2k.com/robster75 . Those joyful sinister images are at http://liquid2k.com/robster75/sinister.html The site is completely ad-free and all the original photos are available in their bigtastic full sized-ness. A redesign is in progress so don't be surprised if the site looks crap, has broken links or drops off the face of the earth for no reason at all. Enjoy. Robster __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Everything you'll ever need on one web page from News and Sport to Email and Music Charts http://uk.my.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From tboyle at xxx.com Mon Mar 11 10:00:39 2002 From: tboyle at xxx.com (terry boyle) Date: Mon, 11 Mar 2002 18:00:39 +0800 Subject: Sinister: Sophia for President Message-ID: Greetings all, As an Australian, I completely agree with what Sophia had to say about Australian's and their dodgy memories. Australia's past (and a lot of the present) is very neatly swept under the carpet where it seems to be out of sight, out of mind (2 cliche's in one sentence, sorry about that). And when you look under the carpet you get a mouthful of 200 year old dust and feel sick to the stomach. Two centuries of fakers. Down with Patriotism. Have a nice day, Terry 2,000,000,000 Web Pages--you only need 1. Save time with My Lycos. http://my.lycos.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From s_gazzetti at xxx.ar Mon Mar 11 11:58:51 2002 From: s_gazzetti at xxx.ar (=?iso-8859-1?q?sgazzetti?=) Date: Mon, 11 Mar 2002 08:58:51 -0300 (ART) Subject: Sinister: The rings of Saturn and other celestial thingies Message-ID: <20020311115851.29260.qmail@web14405.mail.yahoo.com> Hello, all you Sinister and yet somehow dextrous people-- I'm not about to leave for work, so I won't have to make this short. My friend Peri is not on this list but should be. I'll put her in the nursery soon, but pending that, I can tell lies about her. Peri lives in a basement flat here in Nova Gorica, and she has a garden she uses for lying in when the sun shines. Sunday the sun is beaming out of a deep blue sky and spring is on its sprockets. Slavic proto-crocuses are popping out of the ground everywhere with such speed that you really can’t go around unshod, and from my flat on the fourth floor I can see all my neighbors’ daffodils daffodiling madly out of their window boxes. My window boxes contain nothing more lush than empty Laško cans, but I am planning to sow them with great green fields of cilantro. About the time that I am doing my regular Sunday errand, going to the hipermercato to verify that there is not now nor will there ever be again any coconut milk, Peri is reading a text message on her phone and gnashing her teeth and kicking her curvy brown naugahyde sofa and dashing her phone into billions of shiny Finnish shards. The text message reads: I LOVE YOU and it comes from someone who patently DOES NOT. In the middle of a hot flat part of Argentina this Monday morning there is a beautiful red-haired girl, woman, really, who is seven hours behind me and so it’s only still early there as I write this but she is going to wake up soon and move from the big bed to the desk at the foot of it and check her email. And she is going to read something that will make her cry almost certainly and pound on the keyboard in grief and relief and maybe rend her raiment if any and rub ashes into her lovely red hair (which is dyed, actually). And thinking about that message, lurking there in her inbox waiting to pounce, makes me feel slightly ill, as though I had mailed her some anthrax (the spores, not the band). But also slightly better. I liked Sinister Digest #777 very much, very much indeed. Thanks to everyone who contributed to making #777 so very nice. Fernando’s post made me think about some things, like stars and how bright they are when you live in a dark place, like that flat part of Argentina was. There was plenty to make my existence there less than ideal, like the insect population for one, and letting the red-haired girl talk me out of going to Sao Paulo and Rio in October, but the stars were always amazing and made me pretty happy, although sometimes I worried that I would get a starburn from them because they were so brilliant and huge over my head. I wish I could I could buy Fernando a powerful telescope so that he could write a post describing the rings of Saturn for us all. And just yesterday, as I was watching the daffodils do what they do in all my neighbors’ windowboxes, the most beautiful girl came out onto her terrace into the sun, off there to the left, a bit far away, really, across the green space, and I noticed that she didn’t have any curtains in the windows, not even decadent yet rather boring floor-length brown velvet curtains, or any Gustav Klimt prints on the walls or anything else; her flat looked like a tautologous hollow cavity and I was wondering if she had just moved into the place, and I wished that I could find a way to offer to help her unpack and put up her curtains, which I have never actually done but I am sure I would be really good at. It occurred to me that all of us should have our telephone numbers painted in huge numbers on the outsides of our flats, so that if you saw someone interesting you could phone them, rather than having to resort to smoke signals (hazardous) or stalking (time-consuming). The blocks of flats across the way from me are full of people with lives and plants and ice-blue television screens and drying laundry. It is like watching a gigantic ant farm, and I am an ant on the opposite side, but no one ever watches me the way I was watching this cute girl in her black tank-top that in the springtime revealed her navel, whose existence I was sure of, but couldn’t actually observe at such a distance, like the rings of Saturn. Fernando should lend me his binoculars. On the thread of getting parcels in the post, I agree completely with what Liz Daplyn et alia say about this thrill. But if you are trying to double your summer vacation by staying up all night, and if by chance you are, oh, I don’t know, OUT OF YOUR BOX when you order things, the thrill is increased one-billion-fold, because then you aren’t even expecting a package and so when it arrives it feels as if you have some rich and eccentric auntie you never knew about but who knows all about you and is sending you perfect gifts. This is how I came to own a Belle & Sebastian tea towel. I think. I am not advocating substance abuse (as I usually do), but merely pointing out that sometimes dulling “the old critical faculties” as LD put it can have its unforeseen benefits. Then again, it can make one lose one’s brand-new black v-neck in a bar one shouldn’t really have been in in the first place. If only I had purchased that v-neck via mail-order, I could be Savoring The Rich Irony right now. Since I have neglected to pay the bill, the council have shut off the poetry in my flat. There was a problem with my pay processing for a time there, which was really stressing me out, along with the deportation threat and everything else, mostly related to girls or lack of them. Now that the sun is here and other things are resolving themselves I am better, and not nearly so misanthropic as my last, Zamfir-damning, post would lead one to believe. And my bank account shows a recent deposit so I can now pay my bills, which is a good thing since I was afraid they were going to shut off the gravity next, and I wouldn't want to wake up on the ceiling again. But I don’t know who to speak to about getting the poetry reinstated. I want to thank Christina McDermott for teaching me the Russian for ‘strip to the waist’. I was wondering how to say that and now I know, useful, too, since Peri insists we go to Russia for our August holidays--we get the whole month free. She lived in Novosibersk for a time and wants to go back, claiming it is a top-notch spot to do some ‘debauching’. Knowing how to say “padova ya padovnayen” certainly can’t hurt. Peri is always going on about debauching, and as I told her in Prague, where we didn’t look up the fictional Pauline L. Shivers, as I told her, Peri, I said, “you are all talk and then action. And then talk again.” It’s true. Watch her in Edinburgh to see. JDS Conectate a Internet GRATIS con Yahoo! Conexión: http://conexion.yahoo.com.ar +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From lokar20 at xxx.com Mon Mar 11 12:01:41 2002 From: lokar20 at xxx.com (Matthew Henderson) Date: Mon, 11 Mar 2002 06:01:41 -0600 Subject: Sinister: i...can't...stop...listening... Message-ID: Oh dear God. This internet cafe is playing the most terrible music. It's a horrid techno-trancy-thing and they keep playing it OVER and OVER again! These cheesy synths and the boring beat. I just bought a Slumber Party album at an avalanche, but I can't reach into my bag to pull out my cd player. I don't know why. I just...can't. On the plane yesterday, I watched the Royal Tenenbaums. It lacks something on a 7 inch screen in pan and scan. And in the "Judy is a Punk" montage of gwyneth, the big black box was a bit distracting as well. Still didn't sleep. gigs soon. sleep as well. worthless post. perhaps i should include dumb gibberish as i'm likely to do. actually, i already have. GOOD NEWS!!! the Atlanta duty free shop had LUCKY STRIKE FILTERS!!! I was so happy! I bought two cartons (tins)! I'm set for life! life=2 weeks! God, it's windy. -Matt _________________________________________________________________ MSN Photos is the easiest way to share and print your photos: http://photos.msn.com/support/worldwide.aspx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From shewitt at xxx.uk Mon Mar 11 14:28:26 2002 From: shewitt at xxx.uk (Stephen Hewitt) Date: Mon, 11 Mar 2002 14:28:26 -0000 Subject: Sinister: And they're off! Message-ID: ello babies yes, it's that time of year again, following last year's foot and mouth cancellation, for the annual "sinister takes a punt on the cheltenham festival" email. basically we go through all the horses at the world's GRATEest national hunt festival (ie Cheltenham, this week tues to thur), find the ones with the twee-est and/or sinister-related names and see how they do. here are tuesday's picks: 2.00 Scottish Memories (i think a lot of us have them ;)) 2.35 Mr Cool (no horses called KEN, i'm afraid) 3.15 Chimes at Midnight (nice PF reference) 3.55 Robbo (is he still on here?) 4.30 Sad Mad Bad (say no more, teehee) 5.05 either Celtic Pride or Barba Papa (mmm, obscure tv reference) in other news, I'M MOVING TO LONDON!!! mrs carsmile has got a job in the new borders in islington, so it's the big smoke for me in the next six weeks or so, blimey... also, i *might* have another spare brixton ticket, not sure yet, give me a shout if you need one and i'll let you know in a day or two :) giddy up horsey! xoxo CarsmileSteve +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From geoff_sheridan at xxx.uk Mon Mar 11 15:15:52 2002 From: geoff_sheridan at xxx.uk (Geoff Sheridan) Date: Mon, 11 Mar 2002 15:15:52 +0000 Subject: Sinister: And they're off! In-Reply-To: References: Message-ID: Stephen, Horse riding is cruel and unusual and betting isn't twee. Even if the horse was called "fluffy-wuffy-bunny-wabbit", that wouldn't protect its little legs when it fell at the first fence. And then the poor fucker would have to be shot. How twee is that? I'll still buy you a pint when you move to London 'tho. You know it makes sense. Geoff _________________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get your free @yahoo.com address at http://mail.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From rwr at xxx.uk Mon Mar 11 15:21:25 2002 From: rwr at xxx.uk (Rebecca Wright) Date: Mon, 11 Mar 2002 15:21:25 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Lovely, lovely Copenhagen Message-ID: To anyone too fidgety to wait a fortnight for the UK gigs and with more time & money than is good for them, I have a spare ticket for the Copenhagen concert. Becky PS. It's my birthday today! +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From pykachu100 at xxx.com Mon Mar 11 16:18:10 2002 From: pykachu100 at xxx.com (Kenneth P Y Chu) Date: Mon, 11 Mar 2002 16:18:10 +0000 Subject: Sinister: nice month for a sulk Message-ID: Is March a sad month to be in? Or just a month for retrospective thoughts? Personally for me this month is a good month, when winter is finally (more or less) over. This winter seems to have gone especially quickly, too. I suppose I'm finally away from academia, and hence away from the torment of the exams of winter, the queuing up outside examination halls, in the cold winter days, and the lonely walks home in the snow. This winter, I think I have only exclaimed "Gahhh it's fucking cold" about 10 times, normally the figure's around 100, which means either I've turned superhuman and now in possession of an extraordinary tolerance for the cold, or global warming is going it's crafty work, or that I've been pissed out of my brain a lot more often than in the yesteryears. Dimitra denoted her sentiment that after Easter all there is left is counting of days until the summer arrives. I think that she is correct up to a point but I feel that if you go out and make something happen then maybe things won't be looking so bleak. It's spring and it gets warmer outside, the day gets longer and the pubs are open. I have a feeling that I'm going to have a lot of fun. And there were talks of patriotism and rememberance of a country with an ignoble history. The purpose of history is to reference the past in order to not repeat mistakes, rather than to dwell on about the bygones. Things that happened have happened, sweeping things under the carpet isn't right, but remembering doesn't mean that you cannot move on, and change the bit you can change that is the future. The funniest thing I saw this week was when I was travelling on a Jubilee Line train on the London Underground, which had, mounted on the wall a really really old London Underground train map, on which it said "Jubilee Line - Under Construction", a funny week I've had. Earl Sheridan d' Orange said that horse racing is cruel and untwee, it's true. Horse on wheels racing, now we're talking, when those horseys break their legs cos they're too crap to jump a bloody fence, we give them bionic wheels with a big motor, with a high horse power, and watch them go wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, still won't jump them bloody fences though, not without a ramp. Oh now I really want my own remote control horse. There was used to be a horse called "Young Kenny" at the Grand Nationals, but it never won, useless, much like its namesake. Horses and Red Bulls Ken _________________________________________________________________ Chat with friends online, try MSN Messenger: http://messenger.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From jennifertime at xxx.com Mon Mar 11 16:29:22 2002 From: jennifertime at xxx.com (Jennifer F) Date: Mon, 11 Mar 2002 10:29:22 -0600 Subject: Sinister: who doesn't remember their first time? Message-ID: Greetings to everyone out there; this is my first post. Although I seem to write better after a few glasses of red wine, late at night, I�m trying it out here, at work, after a cup of Earl Grey, early in the morning. We�ll see what difference it makes. I�ve done far too much thinking lately, thinking about how long I�ll be living in Chicago, about when I�m going to decide to go for my PhD, about how much longer I�ll stay in this job, to which I have no ties. Also been thinking too much about love, which has eluded me for far too long. Made a corny pact to myself to find someone before my 25th birthday in October but am questioning both the pathetic-ness and the plausibility of that pact. The closest I�ve gotten to achieving the goal has been during messily awkward fumblings with a male friend, after establishing that there will be no "us." We all know how those episodes turn out. So I�ve got to put a stop to that and find a new playmate. A psychic I saw a few weeks ago during a trip to New York, NY told me I�d meet a man with the name David very soon. So far, no good. Where is my David? Will keep you posted (can you wait?). The dry weather inside my Chicago apartment has wreaked havoc on my skin. I find scaly patches on my arms, and feel my skin stretch tight after I dry off from my shower each morning. To counteract this, I apply moisturizer (as one does) both on my face and on my limbs. After getting ready in the morning, my face is transformed from crusting with mild flakiness to glowing with dewiness. Then, approximately 10 minutes after I get out into public, the dewiness turns sebaceous and I�m like an oily teenager again. Sometimes I wonder if I will ever feel adult. And then I think I won�t ever want to. It�s incredible the volume of mails I get from the Sinister list. I foolishly jettisoned them into an email folder for three days and am now plowing my way through 47 separate messages. How may people will plow their way though mine? Doesn�t matter much, I suppose. And now for my credentials: been listening to B&S for about 5 years now, am going to see them in Chicago and at Coachella, have never seen them before. I cannot wait. Jennifer {To know me better: its4me.diaryland.com} _________________________________________________________________ Chat with friends online, try MSN Messenger: http://messenger.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From willhaigh at xxx.com Mon Mar 11 16:34:37 2002 From: willhaigh at xxx.com (will haigh) Date: Mon, 11 Mar 2002 16:34:37 +0000 Subject: Sinister: re rule the 6th form! Message-ID: hi there to everyone at sinister, this is my first post so hope it goes well. im lovely benny, bunny apps little brother, well not so little.....but neva mind. so ive got a ticket for the april gig and i was just wondering who was going? somebody said there was gonna be a meet-up that day which could be cool. a guy called nafees got in touch with me about the gig, anyone else going in a group? well, the weather today has been utter pants, but i suppose thats the problem with living in derbyshire. sixth forms crap and im wondering how i came to the decision of 'its good for me', im thinking of packing it all up and making my own films. on a brighter note, rachel fruitloops gonna be in the country in about 5 days so it will be good to meet her, anyone that can shut my brother ups got to be good! (just kiddin bro) so, big shout out to mr ken chu, (coz he sounds cool with a capital  K) _________________________________________________________________ Join the world^�s largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail. http://www.hotmail.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From kittenmouse at xxx.com Mon Mar 11 17:22:09 2002 From: kittenmouse at xxx.com (Andrea Kittenmouse) Date: Mon, 11 Mar 2002 09:22:09 -0800 Subject: Sinister: re: high fidelity Message-ID: hi there, re: the issue of people not liking b&s because jack black told them they suck, well, to me, that is ok. b&s is my fave always, of course, but everyone i know, even if they like them a little bit, makes fun of them so much that it would creep me out if they all started to like the band now. plus it was funny that they made a joke about them in the movie. i can't really explain why. i guess it's that they bothered to mention them at all in a movie that was cool at the time. -andrea _________________________________________________________________ MSN Photos is the easiest way to share and print your photos: http://photos.msn.com/support/worldwide.aspx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From geishalass at xxx.com Mon Mar 11 18:22:07 2002 From: geishalass at xxx.com (Red Geisha) Date: Mon, 11 Mar 2002 13:22:07 -0500 Subject: Sinister: Damn you High Fidelity, Damn you to a closed sheep pen! Message-ID: Jack Black didn't dismiss the band (as far as I know) outside of the film - his character may have. And if I remember correctly the other two characters liked B&S. I have not encountered anyone who watched the film and dismissed B&S, although it's a shame they weren't on the soundtrack. Although, I wouldn't be surprised if the film did a lot for the Beta Band. In an age where we can get samples at our fingertips and download asap - it's rather easy to investigate new music without spending $ on something that may collect dust. Jack Black's band Tenacious D is no stranger to horrible reviews :) >From: Adam Leier >Reply-To: Adam Leier >To: sinister at missprint.org >Subject: Sinister: Damn you High Fidelity, Damn you to a closed sheep pen! >Date: Sun, 10 Mar 2002 09:06:53 -0800 > >Has anyone else encountered fellow humans who automatically >dismiss Belle and Sebastian just becasue Jack Black has told >them to do so in the seething High Fidelity? It's really quite >infuriating, just like the times i dismissed The Strokes as >telephone-talking Television ripoffs and Stephen Malkmus' cd as >Diet Lou Reed. If even I can come around do you think it's possible >these unfortunate souls will? >Adam >(AOLIM=BlurryBoy13) > _________________________________________________________________ Join the world^�s largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail. http://www.hotmail.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From iodowd at xxx.com Mon Mar 11 19:22:43 2002 From: iodowd at xxx.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?Rener?=) Date: Mon, 11 Mar 2002 19:22:43 +0000 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: sinister is law -- YOU ARE CRIME Message-ID: <20020311192243.62045.qmail@web11501.mail.yahoo.com> hello all, i've been listening to the Hives recently. they're GRATE. in fact, they are my new favourite band (well, not really, but it was too good a line to waste). they're coming to dublin in may, and i will be there, admiring their impeccable dress sense. i like bands with a sense of humour ... but not joke bands, which are completely different and somewhat annoying. as usual i've left it too long between postings and all the mails i'd intended to say something about are too old. gah. i have read every mail, though, and basically yer all fab. just one or two things that i can squeeze in (missus) before i go home for my tea: stewie louie ratatouille's mention of Singles Awareness Day and Commodify Your Love-Life Day made me laugh -- I also am in full support of open hostility to manufactured holidays. personally i'm looking forward to Patronise Anyone With A Set Of Ovaries Day ... oh wait, that was last friday wasn't it? i enjoyed robster's photos, stacey dahling's too, and liz's. brighton looked bluddy cold. welcome to oscar (nice dramatic intro to the world of B&S there!), and gudmundur too. and anyone else who's new. astrid is very lucky indeed to have snogged all of the strokes. do they appear black and white in real life as well? i suspect they do. hannah reminded me of how fab Underworld are. their first album (with darren emerson, not that scary-looking mid-80s one) is still my favourite post-club chilling-out album. mmmm skyscraper ... i've just read sophia katrina's mail about australia's sins. i saw a bit of a program recently about aborigine children who were taken from their parents and reared in horrible-sounding orphanages. the program tracked down some of the children, now adults whose lives have somehow never worked out and who have never got over the trauma of being (often brutally) taken away from their parents for no other reason than that they were aborigines. as the camera followed them, recorded their conversations, there was such a sense of lost potential and lives wrecked beyond repair, which i found terribly sad. ken and carsmile mentioned horse racing, which reminds me of my night out at greyhound racing last week with my workmates. in the first race there was a dog called - wait for it - Sebastian's Earl! ah hah, i thought, this must be lucky. so i put two euros on him to win .... and he came last, the pathetic pooch. bah. don't go gambling, my friends, it is a mug's game. i'll try to write more next time ... begob, here's me bus! rener ===== "Do not teach the world to sing. They'll only start singing" -- Jane Bussman __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Everything you'll ever need on one web page from News and Sport to Email and Music Charts http://uk.my.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From sunnie_set at xxx.com Mon Mar 11 20:56:55 2002 From: sunnie_set at xxx.com (Sunny set) Date: Mon, 11 Mar 2002 20:56:55 +0000 Subject: Sinister: A cautionary note about love and music Message-ID: Music. Some music grabs you. You listen to it over and over until you fix each line and each lyric in your memory. It's a compulsion. The song rolls around in your head like a broken record demanding to be understood, to be memorized to be given life by you. Greedy music, selfish music it competes for attention at the expense of other songs. Finding such a track is exciting. A new compulsion to occupy your thoughts. Quickly through repeated listenings you learn the outline of a song. Enough to lessen the urgency of your addiction. Your brain focuses in on specifics. Lazily noticing the odd phrase that it had bypassed. Taking pleasure from small victories. Eventually as is inevitable there comes a time when there are no more surprises. The song rolls on, a comfortable, well loved, well understood tune. A long the way it loses something. The mystery and the excitement of the first hearing are no longer there. You start to listen to other music and forget about that much loved extraordinary song. Love. Sometimes you fall in love. I first fell in a small room with bricks that were painted blue. It happened sometime in that first week of meeting. Lying on the bed listening to the Trash Can Sinatras album "A Happy Pocket". That was our album. He had bought a few days before we met. We would spend hours in that room. The light would fade from mid afternoon to early evening. The small cassette player would temperamentally sing out our songs. Occasionally stopping in its paint splattered tracks to chew up a cassette or two. We lay next to each other talking and reading and just being together. Together on the single bed with music and the biro on the wall where he had anxiously written something for fear he might forget it by the time he found paper. We moved to rooms with more space and double beds and wall paper. We moved further apart. The urge to be in each others company subsided somewhat. But we still loved each other. We still found the odd surprise that would remind us why we were in love in the first place. That look on his face when he gave me that ring. That impulsive hug he gave while we were walking down the street. We knew each other well. We could read each other like an open book. I knew if he was lying to me. He knew when I was too tired or worried to talk reasonably. But somewhere along the line, a line that now nearly stretched 4 years, we stopped wanting to understand. We stopped wanting to remember the reason we were in love. We fell out of love. An unhappy end to the story. Don't let love slip away. Old songs can be re-found and re-loved. Old love can never be reclaimed. Take Care, Rachel _________________________________________________________________ Send and receive Hotmail on your mobile device: http://mobile.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From boyincorduroy at xxx.com Mon Mar 11 23:07:25 2002 From: boyincorduroy at xxx.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mark=20Casarotto?=) Date: Mon, 11 Mar 2002 23:07:25 +0000 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: Sinister and the Ragged Tigermilking Message-ID: <20020311230725.7758.qmail@web10403.mail.yahoo.com> okay, for your (London) diaries: London's oldest, cosiest and most Sinister B&S-centric club night, TIGERMILKING, returns on Saturday 23rd March! Bar Oporto, 168 High Holborn, Covernt Garden, London 8pm - 1am, £4 for all You all have to come! It'll be great! Ask anyone who's been before! Sinister DJs and everything! I'll email more detailed directions, descriptions etc. tomorrow. See you then, Mark xxx p.s. thanks and hugz to Dimitra for all her help :-) __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Everything you'll ever need on one web page from News and Sport to Email and Music Charts http://uk.my.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From opaline_moon at xxx.com Mon Mar 11 23:07:28 2002 From: opaline_moon at xxx.com (caleb ben moore) Date: Mon, 11 Mar 2002 15:07:28 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: *yawn* *wink* Message-ID: <20020311230728.73055.qmail@web13801.mail.yahoo.com> hey sinisters caleb ben here. last night i went and saw lambchop at the 400 bar here in minneapolis. what a heck of a show! and i even got to meet kurt wagner, the main man leading the 'chop. nice guy. we sat together at the bar before the show and had our beers. he's a quiet man and i was nervous, but i finally introduced myself with a "hi would you be so kind as to sign this for me?" as i held out the tour cd i had just purchased. he smiled. i didnt really know what else to say so i just said "your music is very very special. thanks so much" he thanked me for coming and for the compliment. the show was fantastic! soft, understated. exactly as i thought it would be. i made a bit of a blunder though, accidentally. i stood right in front of the stage, like literally 2 feet from kurt and from tony crow, the piano player. when they started to play "new cobweb summer" i took out my cell phone and called my girl ulla to share this beautiful song with her. she was asleep in her bed in estonia at the time. well, anyway.....she answers and i say "hey baby, here's lambchop for you" and then it occurs that everyone in the front (including the band) were kinda glaring at me. lambchop is a very quiet band. someone sort of pushed me in the back, and the piano player was shaking his head at me and mumbling something. i remained staunch though, holding it up for ulla to hear the whole song. it was worth it. i wanted to share that beautiful music, that incredible intimacy with the girl i love. all of you in europe MUST go see them if you can. they will be there soon! if you havent already listened to lambchop you must! "is a woman" is their latest and it's so so so crushingly gorgeous. obligatory b&s content: who all is going to the chicago show?, as i would love to meet up a bit beforehand and say hi to you all. take care......caleb ben aka raw ===== "Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a harder battle." ~Plato "Love does not consist of gazing at each other, but in looking together in the same direction." -Antoine de Saint-Exupery __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Try FREE Yahoo! Mail - the world's greatest free email! http://mail.yahoo.com/ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From irivamon at xxx.com Mon Mar 11 23:29:08 2002 From: irivamon at xxx.com (Ian Rivamonte) Date: Mon, 11 Mar 2002 15:29:08 -0800 Subject: Sinister: I've got questions. Do you have answers? Message-ID: Does anyone know what happened to Pitchforkmedia.com? It was my news site for all the good indie news and album reviews. Did they go under? And is the Aisler Set the opening band for the B&S shows in the East and Midwest? My friend loves the Aisler Set and she's going to see B&S in Chicago. On a final note, I saw Storytelling last Friday. Movie is weird. First time I saw a Solondtz movie. Disappointing I think. Having "The State I'm In" playing while getting a.... Well, I won't tell you if you haven't seen the movie. All in all, the B&S songs were "alright." Cheers, Ian +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From hugoles at xxx.com Tue Mar 12 01:27:22 2002 From: hugoles at xxx.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?toy=20stephen?=) Date: Tue, 12 Mar 2002 01:27:22 +0000 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: Making free with Llewed and Lascivious boasts Message-ID: <20020312012722.46341.qmail@web13509.mail.yahoo.com> 'In the poetry wars of 1984 I passed him in the street Armed to the teeth with adjective He had haikus at his feet.' We should spend more time looking up. Shyness, bookreading, backpacks, eyes sensitive to sunlight, and general suspicion of what's in front or behind us have caused the muscles in the back our our necks to atrophy, brought the shoulders to the ear lobes, and made the chest retreat into the back. I have to remind myself to slacken the shoulders, open the chest, and turn the face skyward. Then it feels like hugging someone special so tightly that you should collapse but you feel as if you extend in all directions. Seeing a blinking airplane move slowly through the volcanic sand of the night -- how restorative. 'In the prose-hibition of '69 Our fathers had it worse Smuggling nouns into London-town So I could finish the verse.' Panleukopenia. The noun smuggled into our conversation. The word means a distemper in cats. Seems churlish to invent a word that reiterates what it means to be a cat. It's like saying loneliness is a modern malaise. Isn't it always lonely to be modern? [grin]. Or saying girls are difficult. They'll never approach _you_ unless they're fabulously witty and know it's life's greatest folly to take oneself seriously. By then, youre madly in love with her anyway, and in willing service after only a few minutes.* 'So the wind won't blow it all away Dust Dust American Dust.' They're tearing up the main road connecting the two towns that host the University. Reducing traffic to 2 lanes; making it more pedestrian friendly. No doubt planting trees alongside the road to win over the walking tours of prospective students. The same local government is urging its constituents to support the President's War on Terror in Iraq and God knows where else. Yemen. to lower petrol prices. to fill the ravenous SUVs that'll idle for just enough extra time on the new 2-lane road to suffocate the sapling trees. The roadside is swept with dust and rubble while they work. Last Friday, the student pubs conspired to celebrate the Unofficial St Patrick's Day. The real holiday falls within spring break. And how could the pubs feel right without registers full of Green bills? So on a spring-like warm Friday, boys and girls wearing green from head to toe. The tee shirts said 'Irish Princess' and 'I'll drink until I'm Irish.' I can't understand what type of viral delusion has half of America thinking it is ethnically Irish. They speak of Ireland as a homeland. I'm beginning to see how m.c. and wealthy Americans understand ethnic identity. They dress up in stereotypes of other cultures to amuse themselves: as Irishmen for wit and drink, as Indians to dance at intermission of sports events, as Italians to be Bobby Deniro Soprano Pacino dons with fuck off cars and animal pride. It's saturnalia, except, being Americans and sitting fat with cash at the top of the pyramid, they fantasise being poor and hardy and actually capable of inventing interesting culture. 'I wish I'd been born sooner To gather all he left Imagination in a fragile mind Just put to the test.' My grandfather died when I was nine. I knew him like any young child knows an old man: as a smell, a form, and a particular timbre of voice. He walked hunched over and smelt of black coffee and moth balls from his cardigan. The Coast Guard took him on a luxury cruise through the Pacific for the low low cost of fighting a war against the Japanese. He died of a heart attack while on the toilet 30 years later in Chicago. Well, the crack on the head after the fall killed him. My grandmother is stingy with details of his life. He loved travelling, taking photographs, and collecting coins. I feel like I'm supposed to do things for him that he never had the opportunity to do. The last time I felt it was in the emergency room last summer. A bad combination of days walking criss-cross town in search of work, nights in cafes with coffee and whiskey, earning $20 by laying in an MRI for 90 minutes to help out a desperate Psych PhD student, and a finch's puff of a joint left me in hospital without any sensation in my limbs and a heart rate of 169 bpm. If the dehydration (the cause) didnt kill me, the scary alarm from the heart monitor or the woman's shrieks from the next bed over as the doctor did a vaginal scrape would do me in. The thin blue curtain made it worse with its Hitchcockian shadows performing a dumb show of the papsmear. Anyway, I thought of my grandfather then. I had to leave the hospital and do what he never could. I wish I knew where he had been, so I know where I need to go. 'They're always dreaming of Babylon The war it carries on Verbal confrontations Between the beautiful and the damned' Special cheers for baker,baker and sophia katrina for grate posts recently. Sctuallly all yr posts have been grate recently; it'd be Lear-like to quantify or differentiate the love going around. A groundswell of promise! Spring from below and above! Love from below and above! Ooooh, you know youre in the lap of luxury when you get it from both directions. And a chorus of cheers for Archel's being shortlisted for the poetry prize. hell, that's magnificent. 'So the wind won't blow it all away Dust Dust American dust.' One frat boy to another on the blistered road -- 'Happy Fucking St Paddy's Day brother!' I swear Im not inventing this detail: the road is, and always has been, named Green Street. 'Oh, it's so easy to be sweet to people before you love them.' I have nothing to illustrate this quote. It has been rolling around in my head for some time, from a memory of reading a Dorothy Parker story. Since I have no way of subtly bringing it into the message, it's a blatant attempt to curry favor with Mlle Laura Llew. I dream of the day when she's a right bitch to me and I know she loves me. vernal and venereal, t.s. *Panleukopenia I find is fatal. Fever, diarrhea and dehydration, and extensive destruction of white blood cells. So I suppose it's a necessary word, tho not a necessary disease. & that ruins the analogy to girls being difficult. Maybe it proves they're not difficult. I need to stop taking myself so seriously and talk to more. (doesnt everyone love a message that ends with a Wonder Years type personal revelation?) p.s.: after Becky crossing the Thames with tompaulin, and Laura Llew's Richard Brautigan, and Vel's subject line, I felt it time to declare how excellent the Town and the City LP is. The words above are copyright 'Richard Brautigan' by tompaulin p.s.s: the ms. parker is copyright her in A Telephone Call p.s.s.s.: the rest of the words are copyright all the the authors I've ever read. blame them. pssssssst: Ive been reading a collection of Japanese senryu poetry. Senryu is like haiku but more playful, common, and not as constrained (e.g., not necessary to include a seasonal marker word). Last quotation, I promise, you'll like it. by. Kimura Hanmonsen in the sunset glow a slaughter house: cow cow cow cow cow cow cow cow cow cow __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Everything you'll ever need on one web page from News and Sport to Email and Music Charts http://uk.my.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From cinemaone at xxx.net Tue Mar 12 08:46:48 2002 From: cinemaone at xxx.net (Oscar Vivanco) Date: Tue, 12 Mar 2002 00:46:48 -0800 Subject: Sinister: Bouncing Brits and High Ranking Yanks Message-ID: Warning. I have nothing to say about B&S today. I didn't even get to listen to a single song. I got shut out of CD rotation at work and I'm listening to my new not so good cd's right now. But I was a the record store looking for the Waking Up on vinyl since mine is now Mysteriously missing. I didn't find it, but I pondered buying Billy Bragg's new one since I loved Mermaid Ave I, but not II. Partially because of Wilco maybe, dunno. But then I got to thinking about patriotism and Brits and Yankees and got this. So you've been Warned. I AM LOOKING FOR A TERM ----------------------- Acceptable patriotism? Perhaps that¹s what we do? Billy Bragg puts out a record Half England/Half English and its acceptable to me insomuch that England doesn¹t belong/speak/mean shit to me but I¹ll wear a Union Jack shirt or buy this album. But God/Allah forbid I buy/wear ANYTHING titled America/US/United States. These labels are unacceptable connotations of patriotism to me. It is all the wrongs all the fashion faux-pas all the bad musicians rolled up Larry Flynt-style fat and sweaty with beady/wild eyes in an American flag. What the hell is it? I¹m not anti-US entirely. Is it the unevenness of the flag or the sick Christian majority or the dull white men who rule us or is patriotism a vehicle for media ratings? I am looking for a term that describes not knowing your place not knowing the country that defends you from evils and axis of evil that don¹t involve you in anyway EXCEPT through the rich white men who rule you who also happen to own the land/economy/people BUT who still cannot with no amount of money buy the spirit away from those people. I am looking for a term to celebrate my land while still cheering the defeated. I am looking for a term to make my misaligned patriotism a guided/educated/wholly heartfelt love. I don¹t know that term I don¹t think it exists I think changes must happen changes must happen. America belongs to me. Organically. Spiritually. What is that term? +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From mmcneil79 at xxx.com Tue Mar 12 10:13:24 2002 From: mmcneil79 at xxx.com (Madeleine McNeil) Date: Tue, 12 Mar 2002 10:13:24 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Making free with Llewed and Lascivious boasts Message-ID: Toy Stephen said: >We should spend more time looking up. and some more wonderful thought-provoking things. On Christmas Eve, my loved one and I decided to have a day of noticing things we hadn't noticed before. We walked down streets that were familiar, but we walked slowly and looked up and saw towers on the top of buildings and people walking around their swankly loft appartments and interesting carvings in stone and a million things that were floating around out heads that we never noticed before. It was a wonderful day. I could feel the cold wind gusting round me and blowing away the cobwebs from my brain. I recommend this to all of you. Take a day, put on hat and gloves (and other clothing, of course) and aimlessly stroll down familiar streets, gazing UP UP UP. Drink it all in. And you get the thrill that comes from knowing something that other people don't know. No one else looks up. It will be just you. I have recently started going swimming twice a week, and this has led me to thinking about stuff a lot more than I usually do. What does one occupy one's mind with while swimming up and down and up and down the pool? I thought about 'The Adventures of Augie March' by Saul Bellow. Now, I've not read all of the book, because it's terribly long and I'm terribly lazy, but I have read and discussed some very interesting parts of it. Augie says: "But then with everyone going around so capable and purposeful in his strong handsome case, can you let yourself limp in feeble and poor, some silly creature, laughing and harmless? No, you have to plot in your heart to come out differently..... Mere humanity.... It's made up of these inventors or artists, millions and nillions of them, each in his own way trying to recruit other people to play a supporting role and sustain him in his make-believe. That's the struggle of humanity, to recruit others to your version of what's real." I apologise for the length of this quote, but I think it's so fascinating. I think about it when swimming, think about plotting in my heart to come out differently. And I think about whether people have their own philosophy of life, their own version of what is real. And I realised that I have no philosophy of life, no way of living it, no rules to follow. I read the gospels and thought about living my life that way, because I think that would be a way to be a good, true person. But so few people really honestly are good true people. I know I'm not. I don't know. I don't even know what I'm saying or what I mean. I feel dreamy at the moment, my head off in the clouds, thinking hard but with no urgency and no real need to figure it all out. Thinking in this way is pure indulgence, one of the luxuries I have. ********************************************************************** In other news: I've got my B&S tix for Manchester and have ordered some for the aftershow party, although I'm still not sure that I'll be going. So, if I don't end up going, I may have some spare tix. Who can tell? Fashion news: I have been dying my hair since I was twelve years old. Back then, my hair was light brown and dead straight. Now, eleven years later, I'm allowing it to be its natural colour at last. And it's deep brown and curly! How can this be? And my baby brother just turned 16 but in my head he's still a baby. And I bumped into my ex boyfriend yesterday and went for lunch with him and I couldn't remember how it felt to have loved him as much as I did when we were together. And my Dad comes to talk to me when he's feeling low and I listen and counsel him. And it just feels like time is moving too fast, changes happening second by second. It's like you blink when you're 16, and all of a sudden it's seven years later and you have all this 23 year old stuff, but inside you're still 16. Sorry, this has been a long and rambling post. Amour Madeleine xxx PS Requisite props go to AmyJacks, the Llew and Staceyetta. No reason. Just because. _________________________________________________________________ Join the world�s largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail. http://www.hotmail.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From Stuart.Gardiner at xxx.uk Tue Mar 12 12:12:32 2002 From: Stuart.Gardiner at xxx.uk (Gardiner, Stuart) Date: Tue, 12 Mar 2002 12:12:32 -0000 Subject: Sinister: One man's lazy is another man's relaxed... Message-ID: <579C0CAF497CD511AD4D00508BBD7AAC641A12@pikachu.ntu.ac.uk> Anyone looking for content (yes, there is a bit) may as well skip most of this, because it's full of the usual crap I come out with, and head for the last paragraph. OK, so people don't like the past and present policies of the Australian government. Well, you could say that about most countries, let's face it. And at least Australia has produced good music over the last few years. At which point, I'll mention David Bridie, just because it won't be what Big Gay Mark is expecting. Other good music comes, as ever, from Shakira. Yes, you did read that right. In true "I saw them first" style, I've been listening to her old album Donde Estan Los Ladrones for over a year now, and I still love it. Unfortunately, her marketing people have persuaded her since then to start singing in English, and have marketed her as a new pop princess, a new Ricky Martin. Which is a great shame, because there's actually much more to her music than that; she's been doing something very different to anyone else out there for years now. And of course, because she'd been marketed as a pop artist, people on this list and elsewhere instantly dismiss her without considering the music. I even saw one normally reliable reviewer say that her music was just "a standard mix of Latin and Arabian rythyms", which is odd, because I've never heard anyone else mix those influences together in my life, so it's not exactly standard. So, ignore the dancing, ignore the slightly dodgy English translations of some of her lyrics, and give her a chance... Meanwhile, the Magnificent Miss Madeleine was asking how to occupy your mind whilst swimming. Personally, I normally have a tune in my head. And I sing along. Which is all very well, unless it's a really good song, because then I start to dance to it, which isn't such a good idea when you're standing on 3 metres of water. Oh yeah, content. I have a spare ticket for the Manchester gig 3 weeks today. Anyone want it? I won't charge £4.50 for postage... (priority goes to anyone who fancies offering me a floor to sleep on for the night!) Big Stu +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From h.brown6 at xxx.uk Tue Mar 12 12:22:33 2002 From: h.brown6 at xxx.uk (Hannah Brown) Date: Tue, 12 Mar 2002 12:22:33 +0000 Subject: Sinister: more swear words than you can shake a stick at. Message-ID: <3C8DF309.7214541C@camb.linst.ac.uk> howdy, I went home this weekend and found a video of mine that i had been looking for for ages. This video was very special to me, it was 4 brilliant hours of everything that i like. It had the charlatans interviews, them on TOTP, glastonbury footage, including Jeff buckley singing. A blur interview from 1994,500 bus stops (john shuttleworth) and a programme about brit pop, presented by Damon Albarn and featuring pj harvey, pulp, gene, supergrass etc. It was a really special thing that i was planning on keeping for when i get old and my memory starts to fray at the edges. I knew that my dad had videoed over some of it and i distinctly told him not to and to read the big green label that said "please don't use, keep off". So i took it back to my college town and put it on, all excited to find "cold feet" on it instead, i thought "this is ok, it will finish in a second and i will have 3 hour left of fun", but alas i rewound and fast forwarded and all i could see was, "cold feet" "time (fucking) team" and many many sailing programmes. I even wound it to the beggining and there was 2 seconds of supergrass at glastonbury then it whipped into some shitty mid-thirties-life-crisis-drama-bollocks. At this point i shed a disparing tear. I noticed that the green label had been ripped off as well. So i took it out and competely ripped the shit out of it.First i smashed the box then my flat mate unraveled the whole video on the floor and put it on his head like an afro wig. My video man, i suppose it's not really that important but.......b.but.................i feel crushed..... thank you for getting this far i am going to find things to smash lots of hugs and "why's?" hannahxxxxxxxxxxxxx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From MrPink2000 at xxx.com Mon Mar 11 19:05:41 2002 From: MrPink2000 at xxx.com (MrPink2000 at xxx.com) Date: Mon, 11 Mar 2002 14:05:41 EST Subject: Sinister: Chicago Message-ID: <108.eae4134.29be5a06@aol.com> I have finally been removed from the nursery box and given a voice. I was excited to berate you all for boring me with you pretentious tales of everyday drivel, like your insights were actually witty and amusing...they weren't. I have finally found some content on this list that actually have to do with the band, the whole reason I wanted to join. Just because I said I wanted to berate you, doesn't meant that I just did. I just want to ask, what is the situation with the Chicago show? What is Congress Theatre like? Is it assigned seating? La la la? I plan to drive a great distance in order to see them in Chicago and would like to know what I am getting into. Any help? Or will this post be ignored and the list again will be swamped with the tales of melodramatic depressed teens? +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From neil at xxx.net Tue Mar 12 12:45:16 2002 From: neil at xxx.net (Neil Robertson) Date: Tue, 12 Mar 2002 12:45:16 -0000 Subject: Sinister: Manchester Treasure Hunt Message-ID: <00e201c1c9c3$c3b04780$1eccfc3e@neil> Is anyone looking for the treasure in Manchester? It's the only unclaimed prize. Someone? Anyone? Neil +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From pykachu100 at xxx.com Tue Mar 12 15:03:40 2002 From: pykachu100 at xxx.com (Kenneth P Y Chu) Date: Tue, 12 Mar 2002 15:03:40 +0000 Subject: Sinister: my treasure hunting days are over Message-ID: Madeleine McNeil said: >>What does one occupy one's mind with while swimming up and down and up and >>down the pool? << Whenever I go swimming my mind is occupied with trying to stay afloat, and thus alive as I claw and grasp and kick and punch at the nothingless as I sink into this thing quicker than quick sand. To put it eloquently I can't swim to save my life.. or am I now just being literal? If I do one day develop a graceful and non-sinking swimming style, I think I'd be gliding along the pool with Pachebel's canon in D playing in my head, the chlorine water has the right colour for pachebel's canon - light-bluish transparent. Not "we rule the school" tho, cos that requires a colour slightly more grey, maybe a pool in a black and white film. And definitely not "I'll C U when U get there" by coolio, maybe if I were swimming in a swimming poo, definitely brown coloured with lumps of yellow bits. I do wonder sometimes too tho what other people think about when they're doing something idle, like sitting on a train. I don't have a walkman to listen to music to and often not have a book or newspaper on me to read. I would sneakily peek at other bored looking people's faces and guess what they're thinking about, from their age and clothes and facial expressions: how this 28 year old suited man is stressing about his work project and he glances at his suitcase but never opening it, this little boy is thinking about the next annoying thing he's going to do to annoy his mum, this artsy fartsy looking bloke is thinking about how the art of the eighteenth century were affected by those of the twentieth century, etc, etc. I bet I get it wrong a lot though, unless every pretty girl on the train were thinking about how cute I am and how they want to brutally ravage me without my consent. er. I've been thinking a lot, lately about the London B&S treasure hunt, too much, actually that I DREAMT about it last week! More than once, too. So I'm kind of glad that it's over and congratulations to the one who's found it. I am a bit disappointed not to be amongst the winners tho, and I thought I was very close to finding the clues. So, will the answers to the clues be published now that the hunt is over? Or will we be just left in the dark forever? And be tormented by endless dreams about where these clues are? Will the very annoyed owner of that shop on 69 New King's Road that was used to be called "The Singing Tree" still be annoyed by 200 fans visiting him about a treasure hunt? I hope the answers will be published. Day Dreams Night Dreams and Red Bulls Ken _________________________________________________________________ Chat with friends online, try MSN Messenger: http://messenger.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From MTJ.Ashbridge at xxx.uk Tue Mar 12 15:25:27 2002 From: MTJ.Ashbridge at xxx.uk (Michael Ashbridge) Date: Tue, 12 Mar 2002 15:25:27 GMT Subject: Sinister: Because you're making brain-cakes fashionable Message-ID: <10889EA357F@Blackstaff.ulst.ac.uk> I have always thought that if I were to fall in love, it would be with a writer. I pictured an idyll where, as the evening gave way to night, she would read to me the words she had crafted that day, still experimenting with the language and glancing occasionally at my eyes for signs of reaction. And I would hang on her every word, watching lips move to form the sounds, struck dumb by her ability to put into words that which had existed for me only as vague thoughts, malformed knowledge, the "yes, I've felt that, but I was never able to see it with such clarity before" sensation. I'm thinking about this because I listened last night to Paul Auster waxing lyrical about his attitude to writing. He talked about the analogies between writing and acting, about his motivations and influences, his own novels and screenplays. As it's my first post, here's the link to the content: it was Murdoch's writing that first attracted me to Belle and Sebastian. The music came a close second. I bought If You're Feeling Sinister on a complete whim one afternoon, not knowing anything about them. And of course I'm not the only one to have experienced the immediate sensation that I was being spoken to. Overwhelming. I was always tangentially aware that there existed internet groups in their orbit, but, being from Northern Ireland, I always considered myself too far removed to benefit from participation. Also burnt-out on various BBS/forums et cetera for a few years and unwilling to open up to more of the same. This is a familiar sensation. Writing the first message to a new group. What to say. How to present. Experience teaches: f-ck it. I'll announce my addiction. My name is Michael, and I'm a bowlie. Hugs 'n' all to the McDermott girl for her sweet mentionables and being cute. A nod in the direction of Mr Chu for being other. Coy waves to the rest of you for being. +-+ Links +-+ - Listen to Radio 3's interview with Paul Auster (real player): http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio3/speech/ram/anwauster.ram - Read a review of Auster's latest novel, True Tales of American Life: http://books.guardian.co.uk/reviews/politicsphilosophyandsociety/0,6121,615034,0 0.html +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From elisabeth.zachariassen at xxx.no Tue Mar 12 15:55:37 2002 From: elisabeth.zachariassen at xxx.no (Elisabeth Zachariassen) Date: Tue, 12 Mar 2002 16:55:37 +0100 Subject: Sinister: norway?No way! Message-ID: <00b501c1c9de$5aec68d0$330b460a@S2674C12> Haven't had time to read the 60 mails in my inbox yet but checked out the latest and couldn't see any mention of the B&S crew finally coming to the icy parts of Norway. The festival of www.quart.no. A wonderful place to have a festival and the weather is usually great, but the last couple of years has seen an explotion of girls in bikini-tops and guys with milliondollar sunglasses if you know what I mean. But not now when the sinister massive is coming? Cardie and specks revolution! elisabeth +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From cinemaone at xxx.net Tue Mar 12 15:54:18 2002 From: cinemaone at xxx.net (Oscar Vivanco) Date: Tue, 12 Mar 2002 07:54:18 -0800 Subject: Sinister: Chicago In-Reply-To: <108.eae4134.29be5a06@aol.com> Message-ID: on 3/11/02 11:05 AM, MrPink2000 at aol.com at MrPink2000 at aol.com wrote: > Just because I said I wanted to berate you, doesn't meant that I just did. what does it meant? You berate(t) yourself. 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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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From benapps at xxx.com Tue Mar 12 16:13:06 2002 From: benapps at xxx.com (Ben Apps) Date: Tue, 12 Mar 2002 16:13:06 +0000 Subject: Sinister: and I had too much time on my hands Message-ID: Afternoon chaps and chapettes, hehe MrPink2000's post *amuses me greatly*. I only wish I had a melodramatic tale of depressed teenagedom to bore him with. Sadly, I usually only have melodramatic tales of bored twenty-somethingdom to depress him (and you all) with. Yeah, I join Ken in wanting to know the answers to the London teasure hunt clues. Still at least it gave me an excuse to take some long lunches while I went ahuntin. Missed the Camera Obscura session last week. I don't suppose anyone recorded it onto an old fashioned micro-cassette that I could copy? Which reminds me JOE VESTER WAKE UP!!!! I still have a tape for you. I cut my own hair the other night, and fell into the age old trap of snipping a bit too much on one side, then trying to even it up snipping a bit too much on the other side. When do you reckon wigs for boys will come back into fashion? It's been a couple of hundred years, so it must be due a renaissance. I really don't have much of interest to say (had you noticed?), so I won't take any more of your time, save to say I am very happy and lucky to be going to Copenhagen this weekend with, amongst others, the ever stunning Rachel Fruitloop. This next week will probably bankrupt me but what the hell. I promise to report back with a set list and everything. I'm going to go now and find my local Peruker....... Until next time then me lovelies! bapps _________________________________________________________________ Send and receive Hotmail on your mobile device: http://mobile.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From p.carter at xxx.uk Tue Mar 12 16:34:32 2002 From: p.carter at xxx.uk (Peter Carter) Date: Tue, 12 Mar 2002 16:34:32 -0000 Subject: Sinister: It's not you, it's me Message-ID: <001b01c1c9e3$caed6800$6c24893e@fsnet.co.uk> Ok Sinister, I was going to slip out the back door with hardly a word, but I've decided that I owe everyone one here a goodbye. Particularly because of the wonderful people I've met on the Sinister picnics. Why am I leaving? Well, mainly because I can't deal with the shear volume of posts anymore. Fast Cow takes up a good proportion of my life now, and if I was to do that and read all the posts to sinister, well, I'd never be off the internet, and that's really not healthy. Another reason is that I've lost my enthusiasm for the group. When I first join I was inspired by everything, all the ideas floating round, and those whimsical stories, and just the idea that there was a concentration of people who were into the same music as I am. However, I'm becoming more and more bogged down with the rules of the list. Sometimes I like one-line-at-a-time discussions, sometimes I like it when people post nonsense and sometimes I even like it when people have the odd argument (as long as it doesn't turn TOO nasty). This doesn't happen much on this list. There doesn't seem much drive to do anything other than write diary entries. Discussions are lost amid the fray before they really get started. Now, this isn't an attack on the list or anyone on it, there are still some wonderful, clever, witty posts on here, they just aren't for me anymore, at least for a while. www.fastcow.co.uk www.eurosexuals.co.uk Peter +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From boyincorduroy at xxx.com Tue Mar 12 17:28:08 2002 From: boyincorduroy at xxx.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mark=20Casarotto?=) Date: Tue, 12 Mar 2002 17:28:08 +0000 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: when the pool is crowded, breaststroke becomes literal Message-ID: <20020312172808.69431.qmail@web10404.mail.yahoo.com> Ken and Madeleine stirred my thoughts earlier (which is odd, because usually they both stir me somewhere else entirely), mainly through talking about swimming. It's something I actually do in this life-on-pause I seem to have burdened myself with at the moment. Ken was spot on - thoughts of staying afloat/alive predominate, with the occasional "ooh, look at her thighs" and the rather more frequent "bugger, that old man who's paralysed down one side wants to overtake". I also am increasing, by one per day, the number of 20-metre lengths I complete. So keeping count is urgent and key, especially when you get to 55. I also think a great deal about the correct leg action that goes with breaststroke, as I'm not very good at it. Should I suddenly find myself swimming instinctively, I imagine my thoughts turn to thighs once more. Ken also described a 28-year-old as a man, which is perfectly accurate really, but made me start a little. I'm 28 on Saturday, which is ridiculous. How on earth did that happen? What's more ridiculous is that I still view 16-18 as my glory days, which are a full decade away. Now that can't be right. So who's coming to Tigermilking then? Mark xxx NP: the "c" section of my MP3 collection, including Call and Response, Can, Chris Leonard and, erm, Chicago. But mainly Camera Obscura, who make me feel warm and tingly :-) __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Everything you'll ever need on one web page from News and Sport to Email and Music Charts http://uk.my.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From zoziepop at xxx.com Tue Mar 12 18:11:35 2002 From: zoziepop at xxx.com (Dimitra Daisy) Date: Tue, 12 Mar 2002 20:11:35 +0200 Subject: Sinister: How to make things happen and a London Picnic Message-ID: This is for anyone who may care what I think, especially those who are about to change their lives. Especially Vel and Sir David. Though, judging from his last post, he knows enough of this already. By the way, his post reminded me a lot of a Divine Comedy song that says: I can still remember When I was just a kid I was free to do what I wanted to But I never, ever did So now with years of discretion reached May we not forget "Liberte, Egalite, Fraternite" For there's life in the Old World yet! This is a story about making things happen. It is about being brave and having faith, I think. Also it is about how the world is bigger than you think. About how you have more possibilities, options, ways to do things, than you can see upon a casual look. It is also about the Internet, about how it makes the world bigger, how it opens doors that a few years ago would stay forever closed. Finally, it is a story about making great friends. Not that I haven�t told you it before� I have, but not from this point of view. And so: how to make things happen: 1. Wish!! 2. And dream. It�s important that you can imagine what you want, even if you can�t yet imagine how you can get it. 3. Don�t take no for answer. Believe there always is a way to get what you want, it�s just that you have to find it. 4. Get stubborn! It would be good, for a change. Want to prove to those who say you can�t have what you want that they are wrong. 5. Believe it will be fun, it will be great, that nothing will go wrong, that it�s worth the trouble, etc. Sometimes you�ll have to be patient, but think that whatever will happen in the end will be, if not the best, good. 6. The best plans are those made as you go along. Don�t get disappointed, watch out for the signs and follow them. By this point you�re probably laughing at me or shaking your head thinking this is too romantic, too unrealistic or just too nice to be true� I went through a lot of my stuff today, half-tidying half-looking for a photograph. And I came along all that, last spring, used to hang on my wall just above my bed; what was the first thing I saw when I woke up and what I stared at when I lied there dreaming, or crying, or talking on the phone, or maybe even making love. A picture of me aged one on a beach; a used bus ticket with random shapes and lines drawn on it (by a boy, in strange coloured ink), reading �zozefina� and �tonight we fly�; a similar one with his name on it; a photo he had taken of the port in Prindizi, Italy; a photo a friend of mine had taken in Lisbon; a postcard showing a field of tulips, on the other side of which I had scrawled some Belle and Sebastian lyrics; a page torn out from a magazine, with the picture of an extremely expensive bicycle and some text I had found amazing; a postcard from a painting exhibition, showing random people doing random different things in random different cities round the world at the same time; and, finally, a map of Amsterdam that had been displayed in four different rooms of mine till then. It is surprising -though not completely unintentional- how much this selection of things said about my life then. And one of the things it shouted out was that I wanted to travel �it was shouting it out even before I had the chance to realise it. This story is strange �magical- and one that changed my life. (I am always saying how Sinister changed my life, how it made my world better �how it helped make it the place it should be. There are some nights I want to post love letters to the list. And it deserves it; as Ally Cook once said, maybe for something or someone else, but I�m not sure, �I think you�re wonderful, and so does everyone else.� But here is the story of how this happened. Or rather of how it began to happen.) The aforementioned realisation came as I was on the phone to a friend, I think, when he suggested we joined some volunteer work camp thing for a few weeks, since we probably couldn�t afford to travel another way. And I found the idea extremely nice. I got excited and we spend some afternoons sitting in patches of grass in various part of the town planning it. And then, within the next four days or something, two things happened: one, my dad without knowing about this offered me money to go on a trip in the summer, as a present; two, my friend started changing his mind about how he�d like to spent his holiday. And there was I, suddenly being able to afford to travel around Europe, what we all had been dreaming of� with a friend who found it would be too much of an effort, why don�t we just go to an island instead? It almost made me shout I hate islands. And a boyfriend saying �saying- he�d come with me if he could afford it, and at the same time wanting to split up. And practically not much more. And it all felt more and more strange. By the way I had just got a computer, and I had made my first e-friend (through Napster). His name was Michael and he lived outside New York. He probably still does. He stopped writing sometime in July, but as far as I can remember he was sweet and I somehow miss him. I used to write him everyone once in a while and describe the state my life was in, mostly cause I was bored of narrating things to myself. I will quote these emails, not because I can�t be bothered to find another way to tell the story � well okay partly because I can be bothered to write it again; but mostly because I like how it shows exactly how I looked at these things before and while they were happening. Something I have forgotten now, really. 22nd of June: In my life, things keep getting better and then worse again and so on... it's kind of tiring but then again it's so strange it becomes interesting... It's a strange season... I was supposed to have exams, like from the 6th to 29th June but I don't because the university is closed... why is a long boring story... So I was prepared for studying and I find myself with nothing to do... At a time when everything, I mean most of my relationships and plans, seem to be trying to work out well but fail to do so... However, having a strange faith in god, or in the universe, or in the way things are, I believe that all this is leading somewhere and that somewhere is better than today... Naturally, feeling this way and as everything around me felt stranger and stranger, I ended up asking him if I could visit him. He said yes, but I never did. The ticket was far too expensive, I probably wouldn�t get a visa, and my mum said it was too far away. If he was in Europe, it would be okay, my �by then- ex boyfriend said, but New York is just too far away. And I got a bit scared, to be honest. I had only talked to him a few times, what did I know about him? But then something happened. Rachel came along, and she was in Europe. In Scotland!! The land of Belle and Sebastian!! And she wasn�t scary at all. She seemed to be very much like me to be scary. And she was the first person ever to give me advice that made me feel better instead of worse. 6th of July: Remember when things round here tried to get better but instead got worse? Well they're stuck at worse now... A long sad story... But somewhere far away from here things do want to get better! One day about a week ago I was in the Sinister chat room (people in love with Belle and Sebastian, yes) and I mentioned how bad I felt about breaking up, and a girl called Rachel started a private chat with me, she asked me if I was alright and seemed really upset... This ended up in her inviting me to Dundee, Scotland, and arranging that we'll afterwards go together to the Benicassim festival in Spain! I'm breaking up and still living with my boyfriend who prefers to avoid dealing with the situation, my other flatmates kind of ignores me though he used to be a friend of mine and his girlfriend hates me obviously, I'm fighting and crying most of those days (and also a few days ago I fought with my dad who was drunk and said all kinds of nonsense and my mum who was so tired of that she couldn't talk without starting to shout- but those two are better now). And besides all that, I'm excited and smiling! I'm leaving in less than ten days! For some reason this is the part I always get stuck when I try to tell this story, I don�t know what to say next. Should I talk about why and how we decided to do this? About whether we were worried or not? Was it out of desperation or was it something else? Or should I just say we did all that and had great fun and so we decided to do more like that? We just decided to do it. I don�t know exactly how, it just happened, I don�t know about Rachel but me, I was watching what was going on and participating in it �living- without thinking about it. Not without thinking at all, just without questioning everything and judging it using common sense and all that we usually do. I just did whatever felt right. And there was always something that felt right, even though sometimes it took a while to reveal itself. On a train between Barcelona and Benicassim, tired, hungry, excited and sleepy at the same time, Rachel and me told each other a lot of times, in lots of different words: never get disappointed. We had arrived in Barcelona feeling totally lost and not knowing whether we should continue or just spend the night there� when we heard the girls standing in front of us talking about Benicassim and decided it was a sign, and got tickets for the last train there. Which by the way was the first train there on that day to have sits free. There were people who had spent the day waiting at the station. We just arrived in time to catch it. And then I turned around to find Rachel wasn�t there and thought �great, the perfect time to get lost� but it turned out she was talking to Vanessa. And this bumping into a Sinisterine in what at the time felt like the middle of nowhere gave us faith� I think I don�t know in what� People sometimes I ask me why do I write �keep the faith�, �what faith?� they ask me; and I ask them back if they like Hefner. And if they say the absolutely adore them, then I tell them I have faith god is on my side. Were we worried? Well of course we were. Rachel more than me, I just couldn�t afford to be worried. My life was becoming stranger and stranger, in a bad way, every day; I just had to go somewhere else. From the night we decided to do it, in late June, to the day I flew back to Greece in mid-August, I can�t remember myself thinking it won�t be good, not even once. So yes, in a way it was desperation too, in a way in was naivety too �today, I wouldn�t agree to go visit I have only talked to on the internet once. But when you and a girl in Dundee had been having similar things happening to you, thinking similar thoughts and dreaming similar dreams, can you call yourself na�ve for deciding to go on holiday with her the first night you meet her? Not that we knew that we had been having similar dreams and similar thoughts then. We only suspected it. But when it comes to travelling, wise decisions just seem to make themselves. Plans form themselves and great things just happen. The simple and modest plan that me and Rachel would meet in London for my birthday and spend a few days there was born on the 3rd of January; by the end of the month it included a London picnic, two Belle and Sebastian gigs, and a train ride to Scotland, and it had grown to be 15 days long. It happened like that: Stacey sent us an email saying the Athenian Picnic would probably be postponed. I almost sulked cause it was scheduled for my birthday, but then I decided I was too happy to sulk. Rachel decided she should do something about it and suggested (at a bus stop, while the bus was late) that we met in London for five days around that weekend. I said I probably couldn�t afford it, but (when the bus came) went back to her house and found a very cheap ticket from Athens to London (like 25 pounds with the taxes). We watched Martha meet Lawrence Daniel and Frank and where inspired to have a picnic on my birthday. I went back to Greece and told my mum, and all she did was say okay. Mark posted asking for people who turned 21 this year, I replied. He wrote back with weird explanations, from which I gathered he needed someone�s 21st or 30th birthday in order to book a club for tigermilking. I started bouncing around and wishing it would happen when I was in London. Mark got lazy about it, and I forgot. Belle and Sebastian announced three gigs in the UK, ten days after I was arriving there and while I didn�t have a return ticket. I spent a few sleepless nights trying to plan it and find a way to fund it. I concluded that saving hard, begging my mummy and the rest of my nice relatives, and taking advantage of the fact that it was my birthday would do. Or that it had to do anyway. I bought a return ticket for the 5th of April, and train ticket to Edinburgh. Rachel bought me one of the two gig tickets as a birthday present, I bought myself the other one. Then Mark jumped back in telling me he could have Tigermilking on the 23rd, �would you be 21 near that date�? So I went to the post office and posted a photocopy of my passport to him, in an envelope loaded with stamps. The next day he told me it wasn�t on. I sulked, while having a feeling I shouldn�t be sulking. He went to Scotland. He came back. He told me it was on. I stopped sulking. Rachel asked me if I ever intended to finish that post. I didn�t feel like it, but I had to. So here I am. Rachel tells me to tell you I�ll be 21. She also tells I should ask you lots of questions. Would you like to come to Tigermilking? It will be a bit like the birthday party I�ve never had. But then it will probably make up for not ever having a birthday party and most my birthdays up to now being quite crap, sniff. We could have had a picnic before hand, follow the tradition, but I like to do things differently. So I think we�ll have a picnic on the 24th. It�s a Sunday, twelve days from now and accidentally the day I�ll 21. I think we�ll have it at Primrose hill. Because it�s classic for Sinister (Nicholas), it is a hill (Greg), it has nice view (lots of people), it is near to my house and I�m lazy (Paul Field), I�m getting curious about it and we can always end up in Paul�s house if the weather isn�t nice, (me). Hee, not really. So would you like to come? Would you like to email and tell me tell me where people usually meet and what they do in London picnics and where they go when it starts to rain? And finally, would you like to bring me a present? Love and long posts that confuse me, and travelling, and birthdays, Dimitra xx _________________________________________________________________ Chat with friends online, try MSN Messenger: http://messenger.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From sunnie_set at xxx.com Tue Mar 12 18:19:21 2002 From: sunnie_set at xxx.com (Sunny set) Date: Tue, 12 Mar 2002 18:19:21 +0000 Subject: Sinister: How to make things happen and a london picnics Message-ID: The idea is always the start. The dream, and the handful of hopes, that is the start. Sometimes two people have the same idea independently. It binds together there lives with silver strings. String so fine that it is invisible to the eye until hit by light of a low lying sun on a summers evening. Its just so happened I was having the same ideas as someone else and with a lot of luck we eventually met and started to share these ideas. Plans were made and things beyond our imagination took place. The idea I had was planted in my brain by a boy in a far off place. On grey days, on crowded buses I would dream about green lakes, and beaches with shiny pebbles and mountains that touched the sky. He painted my thoughts with so many colours that knew I could no longer stay in one place. I wanted to visit the country he talked about so I started to save my money and look at airfares. But saving money and looking at airfares takes some time and with time I came to realise I would not be able to visit the country with green lakes, beaches and mountains. But I still had my idea. And other places have beautiful things to see. And now not only did I have my idea I had some money. I conferred with a friend and my plans changed. Maybe a plane trip to the north of Italy followed by a train journey through the country? It might be a nice idea. My dreams turned to stops in small-unknown towns, mornings lazily travelling whilst watching an ever changing view. Drinking the local wine, meeting people along he way, returning home with tacky souveniers, stories to tell and memories to comfort me in dark winter months. Two months before we were due to go my friend confessed that her saving was not going well, and that she was not allowed to take any more time off work this year. Things like that make going travelling a little bit difficult. I was disappointed, and although I still had my idea and my money, my hopes were fading fast. I clung to the word from my mum. "I'm sure you will find someone to travel with you, you never what is around the corner" Somehow my mum just knows these things because as it turns out she was right. One Friday evening, after a week where everything had gone wrong, I met Dimitra. We talked for a while before I told her about my idea to travel that summer. To see something beautiful. To make my dreams become a reality. Dimitra told me she had been having similar ideas. She invited me to Greece and I invited her to Scotland, we talked about the Bennicassim festival, and about watching belle and Sebastian. And then, out of nowhere, a plan was formed. She should visit Scotland and together we would travel to Spain. When she said "but we will have to travel by train, I won't be able to afford it otherwise" I knew it was the plan was perfect. You never know what is around the next corner, but believing that there is something is a start. And how can it be a bad thing to hope for something good? I left Dimitra on an underground train, around 8.00am, in Paris. Our plan had not only worked but now we had new ideas. Dimitra should come back to Scotland. I should visit her in Greece. Dimitra found a flight that meant she could come to Scotland in December. A little while later Belle and Sebastian announced a gig in Belfast! I couldn't contain my excitement and bounced about impatient to discuss the news with Dimitra. I tried to remain sensible: how would we get there? Where would we stay? Would Belle and Sebastian play in Glasgow too? Maybe it would be more sensible to wait a little longer before buying the tickets. But being sensible doesn't always result in the best plans being made, so, we bought tickets as soon as we could. Then set about solving the other problems. One of which, after the announcement of a Glasgow gig, was "which gig should we go to?" To which after a bit of giggling we decided: "Both of course!" Now, I also had the idea that maybe we would see the band travelling from Glasgow to Belfast. Not so much an idea� more an idle daydream. And it's a funny thing, because as soon as you start making your ideas happen, some of your dreams decide to follow suit and make themselves into reality on their own accord. On a grey morning at small Troon station my dreams decided to do just that. One minute I was standing in a puddle at the bus top and the next minute I was on a bus to the ferry with the band. In March this year Dimitra will be 21. Yet again we needed a good idea to make a special thing happen. Neither of us could afford to travel all the way from one city to the city where the other person lives, but as it happens, London is situated almost half way between Dundee and Thessaloniki. Not in terms of miles, I will grant you, but if you compare the length of time and price of a train fare from Dundee to that of a plane fare from Greece you will find that they are very similar. Now it is Dimitra's Birthday on the 24th of March� I don't know about you but I think it would be a very nice idea to have a picnic to celebrate sometime that weekend. By a nice coincidence Belle and Sebastian announced tour dates in the UK shortly after Dimitra had booked her flight to London. I'm telling you, if you ever want Belle and Sebastian to play a gig near you, invite Dimitra to come and visit. It's a sure thing they will soon announce gig somewhere near you a few month or so later! We have booked our tickets for the London and Edinburgh gigs. The two that are most sensible to go to. I'm secretly hoping though that somehow or other we will end up going to Manchester as well. Anybody fancy giving us a lift either either to or from Manchester? A space in the Band's tour bus will do nicely too. We are not fussy Neil even the boot will do� You might think that is the end of the story? Its not. It's important to keep having ideas. It's important to keep trying to make them happen. Life doesn't always go as you want it to. It is impossible to be happy all of the time. But If I am ever feeling sad or lonely Dimitra reminds me: "Just think about exciting things, dream about the good things in life" You have to start somewhere. After all the idea is only the start, and making the idea just a fraction of the story. It's the unexpected surprises that happen as offshoots of the initial idea that really make life worth living. Take Care, Rachel _________________________________________________________________ Join the world�s largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail. http://www.hotmail.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From staralful at xxx.com Tue Mar 12 18:32:00 2002 From: staralful at xxx.com (staralful -) Date: Tue, 12 Mar 2002 18:32:00 +0000 Subject: Sinister: It's not you, it's me Message-ID: Dear all i hope this finds you all fine and dandy not unlike sour candy. Ahh St Paddy's day is just around the corner and that is just another excuse to get rather drunk in the name of a patron saint who suposibly brought christianity to ireland and got rid of all the snakes-which was quite thoughtful of him i suppose. I get a lovely long weekend with which i can go and drink merrily-sing drinking songs and watch a few crappy floats go by. MR Carter said >Another reason is that I've lost my enthusiasm for the group. When I first >join I was inspired by everything, all the ideas floating round, and those whimsical stories, and just the idea that there was a concentration of >people who were into the same music as I am. However, I'm becoming more and >more bogged down with the rules of the list. Sometimes I like >one-line-at-a-time discussions, sometimes I like it when people post >nonsense and sometimes I even like it when people have the odd argument (as >long as it doesn't turn TOO nasty). This doesn't happen much on this i'm afraid i have to agree with MR Carter on this one-the list has gotton rather drap as of late- the diary entries and the *who met who when* diary entries often times get a bit boring but who am i to judge. The list has lost something but i suppose that is inevitible on something that is subscribed to so many people (not that i don't like that) but the one line posts that only affect 10 people are often boring and more often the only posts of the day-luckily we still have some lively ones on here and often times their posts are the ones i always read with out fail.you know who you are i think. but who am i to judge i suppose- luckily there aren't to many horrid people out there-just one or two but that again is inevitible i suppose. so an argument is needed *george bush is an oaf and needs to be taken to the Hague* discuss and i want a 2000 word essay on my desk in the morning either for or against. Right rant over i'll go back to talking about fluffy kittens for a while. aren't gorky's zygote mincyi rather good. i am only just getting into them which is a shame because i feel like i have missed out on something by not knowing them for longer but i suppose i'll just have to catch up catsup.and also the new gomez song is out soon which is one of the best songs i have heard in a long long time. Woohoo godspeed in but 12 days -i'll have to figure out what shade of black to wear to their gig in Dublin RIght back to home work land good bye and i hope at least someone made it down to the end of this post jonathan ps if you have and happen to live in paris or rome could you please email because a few friends and i are stepping out to these places in the next couple of months _________________________________________________________________ MSN Photos is the easiest way to share and print your photos: http://photos.msn.com/support/worldwide.aspx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From MrPink2000 at xxx.com Tue Mar 12 19:10:25 2002 From: MrPink2000 at xxx.com (MrPink2000 at xxx.com) Date: Tue, 12 Mar 2002 14:10:25 EST Subject: Sinister: Apology Message-ID: <16d.a24a1b0.29bfaca2@aol.com> I am fully aware I was being rude in my last post inquiring about Chicago, but it was not all my intention to change the contents of this list. Of course I never could. Thanks to those who responded helping me out, regardless of my rude attitude, and thanks to the lassy who pointed out my typos and spelling errors, (s)he sure knows how to make a boy feel stupid for making mistakes. Thanks also for those who referred me to other mailing lists where there is actual band content on them. -Aaron +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From tompettinger at xxx.uk Tue Mar 12 20:32:51 2002 From: tompettinger at xxx.uk (Tom Pettinger) Date: Tue, 12 Mar 2002 20:32:51 -0000 Subject: Sinister: What he said, following in the blazing saddle of high velocity bovine Message-ID: <00a301c1ca05$1b36ada0$e1393c3e@pbncomputer> Dear Sinister, I'll be frank, my dears... When P. Carter says "it's not you it's me" I have to agree with his reasoning, but you have changed my lovely sinister. Less general banter, open comment about spreadables and the like, and it does all merge into the same thing. If someone tells me about their life story, or their failing romance, well, what can I say? "I'm sorry for you" or "me too"? It just isn't open to comment, really. We all have problems. At the end of the day this is not a councillor's help/sympathy line, and to be honest I just don't have the time to wade through posts of people trying to outdo others with melancholy. Or even twee cuty-ness. I suppose it is right to say "It's not you" etc for those out there who think that's what sinister's about, but I am not those. I have met and "i-met" some lovely people, and to be fair you have all put up with my ramblings. A big hello and thankyou to those who fill their posts with the obscure, witty, smutty and generally light hearted comment and debate that I love the list so much for, or "loved". Gordon. DV. Archel, Miss Llew, Big Stu, Miss KK, Vel, Joe Pancake and many more besides. Honey, of course. And a big sorry to all those lovely people who wrote todays 24 odd posts, for I have not read them. I think the sheer number pushed me off the edge. No,that's not true, the seed was sown when Lil was beaten for missing out the quota of saccharine in a post. To those who I owe stuff, it will be sent. To those who I have befriended or vice versa, "don't be a stranger now!". Nal, you should post. You have a lot of interesting things to say, and you know it. The main difference between my post and Mr Carter's, though, is that people will be sorry to see him go. I know if I was staying I would. Right, this must be my most serious post, ironic really. There are many other things to say, but...eh, you get the jist. As whoever says, dance like nobody'd watching! Love Corduroy Boy Tom P.S. Corduroy Kitten, this is the last time you will se your name in a post from me. So... *A*S*T*R*I*D* *I*S* *A* *S*T*A*R*!* +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From toadie291 at xxx.com Tue Mar 12 21:30:37 2002 From: toadie291 at xxx.com (toadie291 at xxx.com) Date: Tue, 12 Mar 2002 21:30:37 +0000 Subject: Sinister: What he said, following in the blazing saddle of high velocity bovine Message-ID: <20020312213037.NJSG1214.rwcrmhc54.attbi.com@rwcrwbc57> its funny that everyone is leaving. i totally agre with everything that has been said regarding the state of sinister. i do love stream of conciousness, ramblings...god knows i have posted enough of them over the course of my time here....it just seems as though thats all that is EVER on the list now. it seems that in the past few months the only thing considered off topic on the list is belle and sebastian. it is not neccessarily the volume of posts, but it is the length of them. i have some really great friends that i have made on this list as a direct result of them posting about extremely personal things....but cant we talk about more than extremely personal things. what happened to the days of ol', talking about music,films, and when we got really crazy...we even mentioned B&S!!!! i dunno. i love you all to pieces but perhaps we need to reevaluate the list content a bit. perhaps we can have diary entries and something with more room for responose, debate, other people's ideas and perspective. i dunno. i havent read all of the posts on the list for months now...i have my favourites that i always keep tabs on....it just gets tooooo bloody long!. love to you all ~~stine > Dear Sinister, > > I'll be frank, my dears... > When P. Carter says "it's not you it's me" I have to agree with his > reasoning, but you have changed my lovely sinister. Less general banter, > open comment about spreadables and the like, and it does all merge into the > same thing. If someone tells me about their life story, or their failing > romance, well, what can I say? "I'm sorry for you" or "me too"? It just > isn't open to comment, really. We all > have problems. At the end of the day this is not a councillor's > help/sympathy line, and to be honest I just don't have the time to wade > through posts of people trying to outdo others with melancholy. Or even twee > cuty-ness. > > I suppose it is right to say "It's not you" etc for those out there who > think that's what sinister's about, but I am not those. > > I have met and "i-met" some lovely people, and to be fair you have all put > up with my ramblings. A big hello and thankyou to those who fill their > posts with the obscure, witty, smutty and generally light hearted comment > and > debate that I love the list so much for, or "loved". Gordon. DV. Archel, > Miss > Llew, Big Stu, Miss KK, Vel, Joe Pancake and many more besides. Honey, of > course. And a > big sorry to all those lovely people who wrote todays 24 odd posts, for I > have not read them. I think the sheer number pushed me off the edge. > No,that's not true, the seed was sown when Lil was beaten for missing out > the quota of saccharine in a post. > > To those who I owe stuff, it will be sent. To those who I have befriended or > vice versa, "don't be a stranger now!". > Nal, you should post. You have a lot of interesting things to say, and you > know it. > > The main difference between my post and Mr Carter's, though, is that people > will be sorry to see him go. I know if I was staying I would. > > Right, this must be my most serious post, ironic really. > > There are many other things to say, but...eh, you get the jist. > As whoever says, dance like nobody'd watching! > > Love > Corduroy Boy Tom > > P.S. Corduroy Kitten, this is the last time you will se your name in a post > from me. So... > *A*S*T*R*I*D* *I*S* *A* *S*T*A*R*!* > > > > > +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ > +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ > To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe > send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to > majordomo at 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 +-+ > +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ > +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From boyincorduroy at xxx.com Tue Mar 12 22:22:45 2002 From: boyincorduroy at xxx.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mark=20Casarotto?=) Date: Tue, 12 Mar 2002 22:22:45 +0000 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: PLEASE READ Message-ID: <20020312222245.17106.qmail@web10407.mail.yahoo.com> Hey kids, We don't talk about the list ON the list. It's as simple as that. Please remember this, it's key to the list's survival. If you have any queries, please check the sinister FAQ at http://www.missprint.org/sinister/faq.html Thanks, Mark xxx p.s. zozie, rachel, that was beautiful! __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Everything you'll ever need on one web page from News and Sport to Email and Music Charts http://uk.my.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From aorta47 at xxx.com Tue Mar 12 22:53:12 2002 From: aorta47 at xxx.com (mmm skyscraper) Date: Tue, 12 Mar 2002 14:53:12 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: In my Indonesian palace I will probably stay Message-ID: <20020312225312.29764.qmail@web11805.mail.yahoo.com> Hi Sinister. Once concerts actually start happening and the new album comes out I'm sure there will be loads of B&S stuff to talk about. For now, I'll enjoy random posts about anything. Or you could just tell me about some good movies and music that you have enjoyed recently or whatever. Leave, stay, contribute, lurk. It doesn't matter to me. We're all somewhere between hello and goodbye anyway. Do something pretty while you can. Mark __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Try FREE Yahoo! Mail - the world's greatest free email! http://mail.yahoo.com/ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From lulou at xxx.org Tue Mar 12 23:16:48 2002 From: lulou at xxx.org (crockery.org) Date: Tue, 12 Mar 2002 23:16:48 -0000 Subject: Sinister: PLEASE READ - LIST OWNER MESSAGE References: <20020312222245.17106.qmail@web10407.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <004101c1ca1b$fc7d91a0$0400a8c0@mug> Dear all Sinister is a place which is dear to many people's hearts. I help out Honey with the list occasionally, and in that capacity do try to read all the posts. I don't always manage but what I have noticed is that this list, like many others, goes through cycles. Sometimes there is a lot of B&S content, sometimes it is just people who like Belle and Sebastian talking about their lives. There is a pre-selection effect going on - I see mentions of bands, books, films which I follow up happily, knowing I will probably like them. I recognise that some people do not want to read all the diary-type messages - some are beautiful, some perhaps need to pay attention to the second most important list rule (see below). As Mark (illegally... :) ) mentioned, the main list rule of sinister is that you should not talk about the list on the list. It is a good one, as too many lists deteriorate into downward spirals about who can say what is said on the list. It creates tension, as there will never be agreement - just argument and counter-argument. Which is why there is a list mummy on sinister. The second rule is that please remember that there are a lot of people reading the posts, and taking some time to think about what you are posting will pay off in the long run. Entertain, inform, share - hard content as well as the soft squishy-feeling stuff. Most of the complaints about posts are usually about long posts, but short posts, quoting the whole of the message before, with just "Yeah!" are just as frustrating. What if everyone did this? as the local police sergeant used to say when we pushed burning rags through old peoples' letter boxes. Third rule is - if you don't like it - change it. Post something you want to talk about. Preferrably in a way which will not irritate other people. There are a lot of lurkers, and a lot of first posters. And a lot of conversation takes place off-list, and so if you want to talk about B&S - do, please! Post - someone might just reply to you... Finally, as lists go through cycles, so do people. It is not always necessary to tell the list how you have grown up and moved on..chances are you may want to come back. :) Many people do, more quietly than they left...I see the resubscribes.. It constantly amazes me how many beautiful posts there are on sinister, funny posts, intelligent posts, and posts with references to men's bits from Ian (I like those ones). So, please - "everyone" is not leaving. But do remember the list rules - they were thought out with great care and have worked so far. Can we stop the discussion of the list on the list here? Linda xx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From wpsalt at xxx.com Tue Mar 12 23:42:25 2002 From: wpsalt at xxx.com (Caitlin Pigtails) Date: Tue, 12 Mar 2002 23:42:25 +0000 Subject: Sinister: So Long, Frank Lloyd Wright Message-ID: <20020312234225.C5016@candle.btinternet.com> This is a CHOOSE YOUR OWN SINISTER POST! Yes, just like everyone's favourite early-80s reading material, Choose Your Own Adventure books. You know what to do. I mean, it obviously won't be a full bookful. I'll probably get bored of thinking of choices to give you before very long. But we'll see how it goes. -- ONE -- You are sat at your computer, reading your email. You see four Sinister posts. Which do you want to choose? "Sinister: I don't love anyone (that lives on this continent)": go to paragraph 24. "Sinister: So Long, Frank Lloyd Amanda Wright": go to paragraph 17. "Sinister: Dos Sturan read his reviews?": go to paragraph 30. "Sinister: The Battle of Who Could Care Less": go to paragraph 25. -- TWO -- Oooh, ages ago. 1995? Something like that. Don't ask me, I never ever got hold of Tigermilk until it was rereleased. Go to paragraph 12 -- THREE -- You dafty! Your subscription cheque bounced! Go to paragraph 24 -- FOUR -- OK, so it wasn't *that* sensible an outfit. Something warmer would have been more sensible, with the weather we've been having lately. I know the pink nail varnish didn't go with the trousers, but I was too lazy to redo them. Go to paragraph 7 -- FIVE -- I mean, I do get sentimental sometimes. But not when I'm being this silly, obviously. It's always better in private, isn't it? Go to paragraph 19 -- SEX -- KEN CHU! Go to paragraph 38 -- SEVEN -- I mean, I'd look all silly if i got it wrong. Go to paragraph 10 -- NINE -- I thought it was obvious, wasn't it? I mean, what other species just ignores you and lazes about when you're trying to talk to them? Dogs look at you and pant excitedly. Parrots and Mynah Birds just repeat stuff back at you. Obviously, Elvis is a *human being* Go to paragraph 20 -- TEN -- I did have a project to listen to all B&S's songs and write down how the sung lyrics differed from the published ones. i was too lazy to finish it, though. Part of the problem was that I started with Tigermilk, whose published lyrics are by far the most inaccurate. The lyrics to Elvis are on the Jeepster website, but with a mistake in: for some reason, whoever wrote them down misheard Byres Road. Go to paragraph 17 -- ELEVEN -- Remember the line "bedsit infamy of the decade gone before"? I have a Cunning Theory that this is actually a reference to the review of If You're Feeling Sinister that appeared in the Guardian (published in London and Manchester) back in December 1996. "They sound as if they don't leave their bedsit enough" it said. or something to that effect. It was five years ago now, you know. Go to paragraph 4 -- TWELVE -- Are Frank Lloyd and Amanda related? I think we should be told. It would be nice to have a famous architect in the family. I don't think there's anyone famous in my family. My mum went out with a pop singer once, but I can't actually remember his name. Go to paragraph 7 -- FIFTEEN -- xx Caitlin -- SIXTEEN -- You mean you haven't heard Century of Elvis? Or read the lyrics even? It's on the Lazy Line Painter Jane EP, if you were wondering. And it's good. Almost makes me think it's a shame Stuart D left the band. Go to paraquat 10 -- SEVENTEEN -- I was walking round the city the other day. It keeps me fit. I don't get very much exercise. As I walk, I either think things over in my mind, or I sing songs to myself. I don't *sing*, obviously, because I get enough strange looks ordinarily. But I think-sing things over in my mind. Whatever comes into my head. For some reason, the other day, I started to sing "So Long, Frank Lloyd Wright". It's a lovely song, and it makes me smile. Do you want to give me a funny look? Paragraph 4. Do you want to read more about the Wright family? Paragraph 12. Do you think: "Ooh, short sentences. I like people who use short sentences?" Paragraph 38. -- EIGHTEEN -- I always liked to read Choose Your Own Adventure books straight through from cover to cover. My mother said it was cheating, but it appealed to me. Otherwise, there would always be bits that I missed. I always suspected that they put bits in that you could never actually reach. When I grew a bit older, I was going to write a novel which was cut up into little chapters and not put into any order. It was going to be called "Swingbridge"; I forget what the plot was. Go to paragraph 31 -- NINETEEN -- But if you do want me to get all sentimental ... well ... I'm going to go all quiet now. You might not even find this paragraph. Go to paragraph 15 -- TWENTY -- Have they left any interesting porn on your computer lately? Go to paragraph 5 -- TWENTY-TWO -- Go to the list archive and search for "Gillanders" and you'll see what I'm talking about. He's lovely, really. Hi Rich. Go to paragraph 20 -- TWENTY-THREE -- Some things make you feel awfully old. Going through cupboards and finding all your old childhood books, for one. It really scuppers your plans for clearing out the cupboards, because you just sit for hours and read them all. There goes your afternoon. What? You've not told me when B&S formed yet! Paragraph 2 Aha! So that's where you got the idea of this post from. Paragraph 18 -- TWENTY-FOUR -- Why does Sinister make people travel so far? I'm not criticising, it's a good thing. It's a wonderful thing. It's one of the things that makes this list so beautiful. Ahem. I think I was getting carried away a bit, there. This post is far too silly for me to get all sentimental and mushy about things. Go to paragraph 5 -- TWENTY-FIVE -- Most of you wouldn't care if I left the list, I know that. So, obviously, I'd have to write a long long post saying how I had to leave, things are just going downhill because otherwise you wouldn't noti THIS PARAGRAPH MYSTERIOUSLY HAS A SECTION MISSING. I think a sheep ate it. And I can't remember what I said, either. It begins again with: nd up with group fellatio. And obviously, we don't want that. Go and write the sort of post you want to read, instead. Go to paragraph 1 -- THIRTY -- We never seem to have any in-depth discussions of B&S lyrics here any more, you know. It's not like it was back in 1998, kids. Back then, threads about what species Elvis was would last ... ooh, *hours*. What species is Elvis? Paragraph 9 What the hell are you talking about? Paragraph 16 You mean B&S had already formed by 1998? Paragraph 23 So, tell me your theory about what "I Fought In A War" was all about: Paragraph 11. -- THIRTY-ONE -- I wasn't going to go as far as B. S. Johnson, who published a book whose chapters weren't actually bound together, to emphasise the fact that you could read them in any order. I can't remember what it was called, though. I hope it *was* actually BS Johnson that I'm talking about. Go to paragraph 7 -- THIRTY-EIGHT -- Sometimes. You just need it. Punctuation. I mean. When will he be back? From the Czech Republic. Of course. I'm a fully-paid-up member of the Richard John Gillanders Fan Club: Paragraph 3 Who? Paragraph 22 (that *really* is enough of that) +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From idleberry at xxx.com Tue Mar 12 23:46:10 2002 From: idleberry at xxx.com (idleberry) Date: Tue, 12 Mar 2002 15:46:10 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: a poem for sinister Message-ID: <20020312234610.50172.qmail@web14604.mail.yahoo.com> Chocoholic Dreams (by idleberry when she were, like 17.. smutty little tart) A luscious bar of creamy milk chocolate, its body dark and smooth scantily clad in a shimmering skin tight violet costume gently divided by soft crevasses whispering my name with sultry eroticism inviting me to relish and fulfil my every fantasy enticing my carnal desires luring me coser with its sensuous charm i squeeze it pasionately between my warm wet, fleshy lips its voluptuous segments tantalising to the eye oozing heavenly sweetness with each bite each and every square made urposefully for the pleasure of my tastebuds to melt away slowly in my mouth releasing a delicious, sumptuous luxurious velvet leaving me craving for more. (the end) I thought that would give you something to laugh at. I sat writing it when I was 17, with my pal in the school canteen, giggling, trying to think of dafter and dafter words. Then, for a joke, I gave it to my teacher, she liked it, and wanted it to be made "more sexy!". I got an A for it, so hey, there you go. So the moral of that story? English teachers need more real-life sex. I thank you. Idles ===== http://clubs.yahoo.com/clubs/corduroysmoke and the world did get covered in a thick haze of corduroy smoke. And it felt good. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Try FREE Yahoo! Mail - the world's greatest free email! http://mail.yahoo.com/ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From jpayne at xxx.org Wed Mar 13 00:02:32 2002 From: jpayne at xxx.org (Jenny Payne) Date: Tue, 12 Mar 2002 19:02:32 -0500 (EST) Subject: Sinister: Some b*stard keeps using my computer at night... Message-ID: ... so when I leave for home, I take the ball out of the mouse and hide it. heh If only I could set up a video camera to watch the bewildered reaction... I'm writing to see if anyone would like to buy an extra PA ticket from me. At cost, of course. It's a great seat for two reasons. 1: I bought it in the first 15 minutes they were on sale. And 2: You will get to sit next to my sister and I. Assuming we make it up there. (Can anyone from Philly let me know some exciting things to do in the area?) Whatever happened to the Ruvi fella... the one who used to post about 80s movies, poetry and seeing Cliff Richard? I liked that guy. Rachel Playforth once wrote, "the japanese have a word 'amae' which describes that warm feeling of being accepted, included and understood by a group of peers. so rare, so amazing when it happens. sinister at its best moments can produce 'amae', i suspect." There are so many *good* things about the list... and I think Rachel was spot-on with her above description. Jen +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From Daf_Moore at xxx.com Wed Mar 13 00:23:28 2002 From: Daf_Moore at xxx.com (David Moore) Date: Wed, 13 Mar 2002 00:23:28 -0000 Subject: Sinister: PLEASE READ - LIST OWNER MESSAGE Message-ID: <000001c1ca25$4d135d80$7cc57ad5@oemcomputer> Yeah, right, like what Linda said. Love, David Moore Chelmsford, UK Date: Tue, 12 Mar 2002 23:16:48 -0000 From: "crockery.org" Subject: ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---- Dear all Sinister is a place which is dear to many people's hearts. I help out Honey with the list occasionally, and in that capacity do try to read all the posts. I don't always manage but what I have noticed is that this list, like many others, goes through cycles. Sometimes there is a lot of B&S content, sometimes it is just people who like Belle and Sebastian talking about their lives. There is a pre-selection effect going on - I see mentions of bands, books, films which I follow up happily, knowing I will probably like them. I recognise that some people do not want to read all the diary-type messages - some are beautiful, some perhaps need to pay attention to the second most important list rule (see below). As Mark (illegally... :) ) mentioned, the main list rule of sinister is that you should not talk about the list on the list. It is a good one, as too many lists deteriorate into downward spirals about who can say what is said on the list. It creates tension, as there will never be agreement - just argument and counter-argument. Which is why there is a list mummy on sinister. The second rule is that please remember that there are a lot of people reading the posts, and taking some time to think about what you are posting will pay off in the long run. Entertain, inform, share - hard content as well as the soft squishy-feeling stuff. Most of the complaints about posts are usually about long posts, but short posts, quoting the whole of the message before, with just "Yeah!" are just as frustrating. What if everyone did this? as the local police sergeant used to say when we pushed burning rags through old peoples' letter boxes. Third rule is - if you don't like it - change it. Post something you want to talk about. Preferrably in a way which will not irritate other people. There are a lot of lurkers, and a lot of first posters. And a lot of conversation takes place off-list, and so if you want to talk about B&S - do, please! Post - someone might just reply to you... Finally, as lists go through cycles, so do people. It is not always necessary to tell the list how you have grown up and moved on..chances are you may want to come back. :) Many people do, more quietly than they left...I see the resubscribes.. It constantly amazes me how many beautiful posts there are on sinister, funny posts, intelligent posts, and posts with references to men's bits from Ian (I like those ones). So, please - "everyone" is not leaving. But do remember the list rules - they were thought out with great care and have worked so far. Can we stop the discussion of the list on the list here? 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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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From michael at xxx.com Wed Mar 13 02:35:08 2002 From: michael at xxx.com (Michael Vance) Date: Tue, 12 Mar 2002 18:35:08 -0800 Subject: Sinister: Some b*stard keeps using my computer at night... In-Reply-To: References: Message-ID: <20020312183508.C29325@24-205-57-185.glen-dyn.charterpipeline.com> On Tue, Mar 12, 2002 at 07:02:32PM -0500, Jenny Payne wrote: > "the japanese have a word 'amae' which describes that warm feeling > of being accepted, included and understood by a group of peers. > so rare, so amazing when it happens. sinister at its best moments > can produce 'amae', i suspect." > > There are so many *good* things about the list... and I think Rachel was > spot-on with her above description. Not to be contrary, but that's not entirely what amae means. (I won't attempt to butcher it myself.) It is however, a really fascinating concept. I encourage everyone to go out and buy or borrow a copy of Takeo Doi's "The Anatomy of Dependence", which is sort of the classical work examining amae and its significance in Japanese social psychology. It's good stuff, I got a copy for like $10 off of some used book site. m. -- "she's my fave / undressing in the sun / return to sea -- bye forgetting everyone / eleven high / ride a wave" -- The Pixies, Ana +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From michael at xxx.com Wed Mar 13 02:42:29 2002 From: michael at xxx.com (Michael Vance) Date: Tue, 12 Mar 2002 18:42:29 -0800 Subject: Sinister: In my Indonesian palace I will probably stay In-Reply-To: <20020312225312.29764.qmail@web11805.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20020312225312.29764.qmail@web11805.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20020312184229.D29325@24-205-57-185.glen-dyn.charterpipeline.com> On Tue, Mar 12, 2002 at 02:53:12PM -0800, mmm skyscraper wrote: > Or you could just tell me about some good movies and > music that you have enjoyed recently or whatever. I've been working insane hours lately (16 hours yesteday, woo!) so to compensate I've been buying tons of music online. It's so sad, I know, I really should go to a store, but the time, the time. Anyway, things I've been listening to: White Stripes, Bikini Kill, Camera Obscura, Hefner, The Strokes, ... And You Shall Know Us By The Trail of Dead, Unwound, Chicks on Speed, Godspeed! You Black Emperor, and, of course, lots of Smiths bootlegs I've recently managed to come into possession of. It's all good, too, and I'm delighted that I didn't own anything by any of these people before. I saw Chicks on Speed at the recent Le Tigre gig at the El Rey here in LA--I even ran into someone I met through Sinister there (woo!). Very amusing stuff, better than Le Tigre, actually, in my opinion, less obnoxious moralizing. Kathleen Hanna is going to kick my ass for even saying that ;). And I met a girl who really likes Half-Japanese. Hard to beat that sort of thing. Except that she really likes Belle and Sebastian, too, and we're going to go to Coachella and see them. Woo! > anyway. Do something pretty while you can. No doubt, boo. m. -- "she's my fave / undressing in the sun / return to sea -- bye forgetting everyone / eleven high / ride a wave" -- The Pixies, Ana +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From chinacat81 at xxx.com Wed Mar 13 05:59:38 2002 From: chinacat81 at xxx.com (Kirsten Kenyon) Date: Tue, 12 Mar 2002 23:59:38 -0600 Subject: Sinister: today on teen forum: novels, smokes, and india ink: get out of the la-z-boy and into a stuffy public place full of loud people and cameras. Message-ID: i'm dreaming something about driving to china in a tomato truck, when something attacks me with four tiny paws, scampering from my feet to my face and back again. tomatoes have paws? "what time do you have class?" one pretty tomato is leaning against the door. if my mother's a tomato, then what am i? "eight." "it's nine." "wait, i don't have class on mondays." "it's tuesday." "tuesdays,i mean. right." she sighs as she softly closes the door, and i stretch slowly and sit up, twisting the blankets around my ankles and singing "sophia, i've just found this dog named sophia." sophie really likes it when i put her name into songs. i push to my feet and catch a glimpse of my reflection in the dusty mirror leaning against the wall in the corner. someone has printed "YUCK" in the dust. maybe my sister. or it could have been me, i don't know. it seems like an appropriate way to start the day, like a "GOOD MORNING, THIS IS HOW YOU LOOK." a bit boyish, maybe, in my monkey-print pajama bottoms. i squint and rub my eyes. YUCK, you have ghostly pale skin and bony elbows, and a tiny scar that will abide as a permanent memorial to half-hearted teenage rebellion. YUCK, your hair looks like a mop. YUCK, put a shirt on, already. i used to know this girl named jessey who planned to make her first million by tempting men into a building that had the appearance of a seedy strip club, then locking the door, stripping naked, and not letting anyone go home until they'd paid her to put her clothes back on. i told her i didn't know if it would work. "you haven't seen me naked!" she shoved a handful of jelly bellys into her mouth. jessey's best addiction was jelly bellys. the leaves in my tea are quite large and soggy, like wet maple leaves squishing underfoot after an autumn rain, or maybe like sad- looking spinach thawing in a strainer while its fate is determined. congratulations, you're going to be a dip! i quickly drink two pints (tea in pint glasses!) and wish i knew greek so that i might understand just what it is that's so funny in the next room. a boy walks in with a camera and asks if i'd mind if he got a few shots of me "just chillin'." i'm not "chillin.'" i'm learning greek, stupid. it's an immersion program. he circles the table, zooming in on my empty glass, my stack of books, my sunglasses,the sleeve of my red sweater smudging the ink on the crossword. he says it's for something called "teen forum." i am not a teen. what i am is hungry, so i look out the window and weigh my options. burgers, gyros, or booze, or i'll have to walk up to the next block. i remember that i am a twenty year old vegetarian, so i run downstairs for a glass of water and pretend not to notice the gorgeous scones and cheesecakes grinning hopefully at me from behind the glass. congratulations, i'm not going to eat you! call it will power. or lack of cash. slava is losing himself in the stark loveliness of rita the meter maid. i'm wishing for politely frosted bathroom windows and dry roasted peanuts. reggie trades in his bible for "the twentieth century in pictures" and a box of thank you notes, just in case he ever has cause to thank anyone for anything. love kirsten http://www.care2.com - Get your Free e-mail account that helps save Wildlife! +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From lokar20 at xxx.com Wed Mar 13 09:44:28 2002 From: lokar20 at xxx.com (Matthew Henderson) Date: Wed, 13 Mar 2002 03:44:28 -0600 Subject: Sinister: "please, i ask one thing of you, no russian jokes" Message-ID: I found myself being told this sometime last night, leaving the 13th note to go to a Russian cafe nearby. As I was sitting all by my lonesome in "the note" last night, I was drinking a pint and reading the free rental guide I picked up at this lovely cafe. A man sitting at a booth near me brought over part of the independent so I could read something else, which I was very grateful for, and went back to his booth. I read some nice columns about liberals and blah blah blah (is the independent a liberal paper by the way?), and then he brought over the rest of the paper, and asked me if I thought old dubya was scary. I said "yes, very much so." "ooh, you're american" he says. we talked for a bit, then I joined him at his booth, where a girl was sitting who didn't know him either. She was working on questions to ask a band she had recorded for her uni project (according to her, the same uni where our lovely belles were first recorded all those years ago). This guy was very interesting, if not a bit odd. He would bounce from topic to topic to topic, and I think the poor girl was a bit confused by the whole thing. Nice guy though, showing us poetry and talking movies and brian eno. She was an industrial fan and didn't know much about other types of music. She kind of scoffed when I said "um...belle and sebastian" to her query of what music i like, although she had never actually heard them. The night progressed, and whilst me and the guy got more inebriated, and the girl's band came along to do an interview, he asked me if I wanted to go to the russian cafe. This was a mistake. I said "sure". As a bit of time went on, it was obvious this man was very very drunk. Moreso than me even. He was annoying the poor Russian waitress to death, causing scenes by trying to chat with the nice people at the next table, and trying to get the poor Russian waitress to play one of his aardvarck cd's over the speakers. He's a smart man, who oddly enough works in insurance, but perhaps a little on the strange side. Anyhow, as he began to throw up, I realized it was about time to go. After getting him into a taxi (which took a bit of work), I began walking back to my hotel. An odd evening, probably not a smart one on my part, but ya know, I had fun. Moving on, as I was walking down the street yesterday, I saw this little kid, no older than eight, harassing, and even kicking, this poor crouched homeless man. I didn't hear what was going on, because I was listening to my new and excellent Mum remix cd*. I walked on, a bit disturbed, but stopped. I turned around and, not knowing what else to do, gave him 50p and moved on. I don't know the homeless man's story, and some people might rail me for actually giving money to a homeless man, but I felt bad. I wish there was something else I could do. I did love Rachel and Dimitra's dual post. In my Ethics of Cyberpunk class, my teacher and the whole class were going on and on about how dangerous and creepy meeting people over the internet is. I decided to interject an opposing view on the matter by telling everyone part of Dimitra's story (without using any names of course) and some seemed to decide that the internet can be a pretty swell place after all. And in somewhat more pressing news, I think a few of my clash cd's were stolen. Borders is having a dandy sale on cd's, and I know I'm going to get the smiths "queen is dead" (mine is horribly scratched) and "louder than bombs" (i only have it on vinyl), and I can get one more. Should I get the best of the divine comedy? Or maybe try to replace my London Calling? perhaps some van morrison? Some decisions in life are just too difficult to make. I realize now that this isn't very interesting. I probably just have tried to inject humour or something, but what do you people know about humour? -Matt *I understand that remix albums are about as desperate as live albums when a band wants to release something and get money without actually doing anything new, but come on, mum just screams to be remixed. P.S. I surely hope this is better than my last post, but ya know what, I don't think it is. _________________________________________________________________ Send and receive Hotmail on your mobile device: http://mobile.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From snowy_theband at xxx.com Wed Mar 13 11:07:10 2002 From: snowy_theband at xxx.com (snowy .) Date: Wed, 13 Mar 2002 11:07:10 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Does music move the mind or does music move the body? (I dunno) Message-ID: *Hopes this doesn't contribute to the exodus* ;-) I was thinking the other day about music and dancing. Most people I know really like dancing, but I don't. People tend to assume this is shyness (which it may be) or just fear (which it isn't). I occasionally get the urge to jump up and move around to a song, usually with a few drinks inside me or when something particularly nice has happened. But most of the time music fires my imagination. I've always been the same. When I was a boy I used to listen to songs and have very vivid daydreams, usually about being a hero and rescuing someone, or just doing something amazing and memorable. I still live a sort of Billy Liar existence. My daydreams have changed now, probably broadened a bit. But I'm still essentially the same. Really great music just makes me disappear into my own little world inside my head. Am I odd? Or are there others like me? snowy xxx _________________________________________________________________ Chat with friends online, try MSN Messenger: http://messenger.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From pykachu100 at xxx.com Wed Mar 13 11:09:03 2002 From: pykachu100 at xxx.com (Kenneth P Y Chu) Date: Wed, 13 Mar 2002 11:09:03 +0000 Subject: Sinister: If you're leaving sinister... Message-ID: Dear sinister, I was playing with Caitlin's Sinister adventure book game, and like with most of those books I was absolutely crap at it. Crap because I'm such a natural voyeur and so whenever I play those books I always end up peeking into pages by accident and find an ending that sounds REALLY NICE (e.g. you now live in an island with lots of trains full of girls who fancy you), and then I'd endeavour myself to reaching that ending, and as always, ending up with a finale that I don't want (e.g. you now live in an island with lots of trains full of girls who fancy every other boy but you). Well in Caitlin's post I saw that "chapter sex" (did you mean six?) had KEN CHU written in it, so I tried to find a trail to get to that chapter but I ended up with some sentimental crap that I didn't want, so I QUIT Caitlin's game, and then I of course WHINGED about it before I left. Haha, I didn't post for one weekend and everyone started complaining and leaving already. Better post something to keep you interested then, man this is like a day-time job. So here's another post now for you full of B&S contents, and witticisms and provides hours of entertainment, yet is short. Love and Red Bulls Ken If You're Leaving Sinister ====================== Anthony has left the list because he thought he'd never feel this way again If he goes back to the list then things would go from bad to worse, what could he do? He wants to remember things exactly as he posted on that sunny day And if there is something else beyond, he gets real mad because They're bound to be more boring than today They're bound to be more boring than tomorrow Hilary has left the list because she couldn't think of anything to say She thought everybody was quite boring, so she never listened anyway Nobody was really saying anything of interest, she fell asleep She was into NME and hateful debates Not everyone's cup of tea she would admit to me Her cup of tea, she would admit to no one Her cup of tea, she would admit to me Oh but her cup of tea, she would admit to no one Hilary went to the sini list because she wanted information Dirt vicar, or whoever, took her to one side and gave her fornication Zozefina's calling her, the contents on the list is looking lovely But those didn't interest, the only things she wants to know is How much's the gig and when and where to go How much's the gig and when and where to follow How much's the gig and when and where to go How much's the gig and when and where to follow But if you are leaving sinister Go off and see a minister He'll try in vain To stay awake to hear you whinge about the list forever blah blah blah blah blah blah blah When he rejoined, his spirituality was thrown into confusion So he got a special deal on ranting >From the man at Rediffusion "Look at me! I've left the list It makes up for the shortcomings of being a nob Now I'm better than you all", picked up for deliberation By the people reading this at home By the people reading in the office By the people reading this at home By the people reading in the office But if you are leaving sinister Just so you can start dissing us Then chances are you'll probably feel better If you stayed and played with yourself ------------------------------------------------ _________________________________________________________________ Send and receive Hotmail on your mobile device: http://mobile.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From rwr at xxx.uk Wed Mar 13 13:04:26 2002 From: rwr at xxx.uk (Rebecca Wright) Date: Wed, 13 Mar 2002 13:04:26 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Confectionary analogies. Message-ID: Maybe this is my fifth lemon sherbet in an hour talking but "Curlrat!" as Holly would mutter regarding Tom, Dick & Cid, this is not what a girl wants to see during her post b-day hangover. Here we were sugary yet occasionally sour- even if we are completely artificial, then one guy can't stand the gentle tongue rolling and has to bite down hard with a sudden explosion of bicarbonate that makes everyone wince and ultimately feel a bit queasy. This is the same person who was horrid to me within my first week out of the nursery and, when finally met in the flesh talked of nothing but his 28 reasons why 'Kid A' is better than 'Pablo Honey' but not as good as 'The Bends'! I was going to talk about the triumphant return of my B&S collection, Summer and the possible psychological reasons why all my dresses are orange but instead I'm gonna stare at Chagall's 'Blue Violinist'* and wait for the new Sinister bandwaggon to drive by. Bye for now, Becky xx *possibly 'Blue Accordian player', either way he's only got one arm. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From mbbx9ff2 at xxx.uk Wed Mar 13 13:17:15 2002 From: mbbx9ff2 at xxx.uk (fiona) Date: Wed, 13 Mar 2002 13:17:15 BST Subject: Sinister: tentative arrangements for manchester pre-gig meetup Message-ID: <168FE23624@mail1.mcc.ac.uk> ok, here goes... on april 2nd (i hope that's right) i will endeavour to loiter around picadilly train station at about 1 o'clock (this time is variable according the information people give me regarding their trains) assuming i find everyone i'm supposed to find, we will aim to get to chorlton green (the picnic site) for about 2 o'clock. for those that miss us at the train staion i will provide bus info and emergency phone numbers nearer the time. weather permitting we will have a picnic / weather not permitting we will go to the pub / if we get bored we will go to my house and play mike read's pop quiz board game, wilfully ignoring the fact that i have been ordered "not to bring those internet freaks back here." at about 6 o'clock we will go back to the city centre to meet with those people who are coming in the evening and will go to a pub that i haven't decided on yet (any ideas?) by this time i will either be too drunk to actually make it to the gig or we will hail taxis and demand to be taken "to the apollo my good man." i hope this will do, if anyone has any objections or needs to tell me that their train is coming at a completely different time email me and i'll re-jig (how grate is that word!!) things. nearer the time it might also be useful to know who i'm supposed to meet when, but we'll sort that later. love and lard, fiona. p.s. last night i danced until i was out of breath to dog on wheels and the inspiral carpets. it was good. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From shewitt at xxx.uk Wed Mar 13 14:16:25 2002 From: shewitt at xxx.uk (Stephen Hewitt) Date: Wed, 13 Mar 2002 14:16:25 -0000 Subject: Sinister: feeling a little horse Message-ID: As rener said: don't go gambling, my friends, it is a mug's game. i do hope no one followed my advice on the horsies as they were all rubbish, the best result was a non-runner, gah! today's don't have very interesting names apart from RHINESTONE COWBOY in the 5.40. I'm sure a saw one called Mr Markham earlier in the week, but it seems to have disappeared, then again Bring Sweets (best horse name EVER) has disappeared too :( Hold on, MR MARKHAM is in the 5.05. maybe it's not such a bad day after all. when does mike become Mr Markham anyway jules ;) there isn't a single horse with the letters K E N in sequence running today, never mind... i can't go to tigerw*nking cos i'm in normandy eating fromage et jambon and drinking vin... Has anyone mentioned the alleged sinister vs IL* fitba match? oh, and what linda said, obv. xoxo CarsmileSteve +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From willhaigh at xxx.com Wed Mar 13 16:06:08 2002 From: willhaigh at xxx.com (will haigh) Date: Wed, 13 Mar 2002 16:06:08 +0000 Subject: Sinister: gap years and tibetan monks. Message-ID: hi there everyone, i was sat in college today, and somebody said there was going to be a disscussion about gap years, i thought, what the hell, its either that or play poker. so i found out that one of the geography teachers went to india to teach young monks english, WOW! i had been thinking of going abroad at some point, and i really want to go to china. -but- having said that i am really interested in buddism, snd i might get to meet the dalai lama (as my teacher did!) i also think that it would be very benefial to help people...all part of 'finding myself'. we had a slide show and it looked so beautiful, at the foothills of the himalayas. im confused, part of me wants to go and part of me says stay here and dont miss any work opportunities. im stumped, and this is a once in a life time opportunity..... what shall i do? WILLz. _________________________________________________________________ Join the world�s largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail. http://www.hotmail.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From daniel__joseph at xxx.com Wed Mar 13 20:24:50 2002 From: daniel__joseph at xxx.com (Daniel Okorn) Date: Wed, 13 Mar 2002 15:24:50 -0500 Subject: No subject Message-ID: I was released from the nursery about a week ago, but found myself a little intimidated to actually post. so this is my first offical post. I hope I get it right. I am a massive fan of belle and sebastian, discovered them when They Boy With... was released here in Canada. Other than them I quite enjoy the smiths, radiohead, mogwai, the velvet underground, sparklehorse amongst others. I was wondering if there was a meet-up planned for the Toronto show? BlurryBoy13 wrote about High Fidelity...my friends refer to all the music i listen to as "sad bastard music", the clever name jack black gave to the music belle and sebastian craft. its sad that people wont give them a chance because of a film. I think thats it, off to walk along the rocky beach with the puppies and a friend. the weather suddenly got beautiful in ontario. danieljoesph. _________________________________________________________________ Send and receive Hotmail on your mobile device: http://mobile.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From antipopconsortium at xxx.com Wed Mar 13 22:30:27 2002 From: antipopconsortium at xxx.com (Kieran Devaney) Date: Wed, 13 Mar 2002 22:30:27 +0000 Subject: Sinister: March 21st is the first official day of Spring Message-ID: �I was excited to berate you all for boring me with you pretentious tales of everyday drivel, like your insights were actually witty and amusing...they weren't.� Dear Sinister, I�ve often wanted to take photos whilst riding on buses, specifically whilst riding the number 97 bus from Birmingham City Centre back to where I live. In fact during the summer holidays last year, I contrived a whole art project of photographs taken along that bus route of the various interesting sights, but sadly, since I don�t own a camera, the project never came to fruition and I have had to content myself with another nice but fairly dull project of invented landscape drawings. I�ve been told, too, that if you take photos from inside a bus, the camera will focus on the pane of plexiglass in the window, rather than the intended target, which will appear in fuzzy soft focus at the back of the photo. How sad. Places of special interest along the route are many and varied; though I urge you to specifically look out for the interesting gates that litter the roadside as you travel past. That�s right, gates. My favourite gate that you pass is a wrought-iron gate that was painted blue many years ago probably only once, since much of the paint is now peeling off and rust has set in where the bare metal is exposed. The gate has also been bent and contorted slightly out of shape, it leers at you at slightly drunken angles. Being right on a main road it�s often stuffed with cans and crisp packets, coarse grass grows underneath it, but most interestingly of all, directly behind the gate is a wall. The wall is quite recent, you can tell that by the less worn conditions of the bricks and their cleaner colouring and this wall blocks wherever the gate originally led to rendering the gate itself quite useless. Whoever owns the factory there must have put up the wall, perhaps to stop people seeing in from the roadside, but they neglected to dispose of the gate. Perhaps this was for purely practical reasons, the gate is probable rusted onto it�s hinges and would be difficult and expensive to remove � you might have to bring in heavy machinery to do that, and on a main road such as this that just isn�t feasible. Or perhaps whoever decided the wall was to be built had a soft spot for this slightly wretched gate, saw some beauty in it and left it where it is, and decided to, perhaps, make a coy artistic statement by having this old gate lead straight into a wall. Because if you put that into a gallery, then it could be art, or �art� if you prefer, recontextualise �gate with wall� and there are a myriad of interpretations that suggest themselves � the old, defunct nature of the gate contrasting with the crisp newness of the wall, there is conflict there, in a metaphorical sense the gate could represent many things, and the wall is an obvious barrier. Other things along the 97 route do not reach such heady artistic heights, but there is sadness in the bit of sculpted architecture next to the snooker hall, now cracked and weathered, uncared for, and more sadness with the imposing and successful McDonalds, mocking the row of poor, failing shops that surround it. There used to be a patch of fenced-off litter strewn wasteground at the end of a bland alleyway which was oddly set off by a sign claiming: �This Site Sponsored by The European Union� or words to that effect, with the circle of stars logo on it, but the sign has since been taken down, though the two metal poles which supported it are still standing. I always thought that was a poignant image, and I�m sorry I didn�t get a photo of that before it went. Even having travelled the route for years now hasn�t made it lose its appeal, though since I know the whole thing so well, travelling it is like listening to a song you know all the words and music to. But I think it takes familiarity with something like that, something that wouldn�t appear striking at all if only given a cursory glance, to find interest and even beauty in it. Which is more valuable, something beautiful that strikes you straight away, something that takes time to unveil itself, which might seem plain or even ugly at first, but little by little, becomes fascinating? What gives me the right to turn such everyday drivel into a pretentious tale? A few days ago I was on the 97 travelling back from town with my brother, and not far from the gate I was just talking about and he turned to me and said: �I hate this fucking bus ride.� Someone enthused about seeing Ikara Colt on tour, and having also seen them just over a week ago I can happily endorse his or her sentiments and recommend that you go and see them. Six pounds well spent I think. They�re the first band I�ve ever seen more than once too, and they were much better the second time around. Quite a good album as well. The show �Teachers� is back on your televisions as I type this. To be honest, I only ever saw the first episode of the last series, but that was enough for me to think that it�s a cunning government funded plot to encourage more people to become teachers themselves � because hey, look how hip Simon is, he never does any work, he�s scruffy and cool, he has a nifty rapport with the kids, they respect him but they don�t fear him, look how attractive he and his colleagues are � I could be the same! Callous use of primetime TV to plug the gaps in failing employment figures. And our own Belle and Sebastian were oddly tacked onto the soundtrack, the noodly instrumental bit from �The Boy With The Arab Strap� playing out the credits, which I felt, didn�t really sit well with the supposedly gritty and edgy content of the show. Or maybe it did, maybe the BBC reasoned that since the gritty looking exterior of �Teachers� isn�t necessarily true, the show being facile and unrealistic they would counteract this with some Belles on the credits, since their music often appears chirpy and fun on the outside, but closer listening reveals a lyrical touch which often belies the niceties of the tune. Or, more realistically, Belle and Sebastian are a band �alternative� enough to be cool, but safely tuneful enough to please the easily impressionable types who will be entertained and taken in by the show. - Kieran _________________________________________________________________ Join the world�s largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail. http://www.hotmail.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From mouser at xxx.net Thu Mar 14 03:13:31 2002 From: mouser at xxx.net (Shawn and Emily) Date: Wed, 13 Mar 2002 22:13:31 -0500 Subject: Sinister: B&S Storytelling links ALL CONTENT NO FILLER In-Reply-To: Message-ID: Hey all, Just wanted to pass these along. Apologies if you already know and I'm boring you. Love, Shawn http://music.yahoo.com/launch/news/rolling_stone/story.html?a=n/music/launch /news/rolling_stone/rock/20020312/3/p1&b=n/music/launch/news/rolling_stone/r ock/20020312/3/p2 http://www.nadamucho.com/features/b&sinterviewb.htm http://www.nme.com/news/22502.htm http://www.tabletnewspaper.com/vol2iss_25/features/belle25.htm http://www.magiclanternpr.com/films/storytelling.htm#music +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From halighhalou at xxx.com Thu Mar 14 07:08:19 2002 From: halighhalou at xxx.com (lindsey baker) Date: Thu, 14 Mar 2002 01:08:19 -0600 Subject: Sinister: you are not you are not who you are not who you used to be Message-ID: hello sinister. ***i am not, nor will i ever, apologize for the post that is to follow. and on that same note, i heretofore take back any apologies i may have made for any posts i have written, am writing, or will write. i love each and every one of my posts, even if you lot don't. so deal with it. thank you.*** whew. secondly, i would like to dedicate the post to follow to my favorite avid reader of all things lou. you know who you are, and i love you. :) your parcel is coming along. (an additional side note to send a shout-out to all the friendly, amazing peeps who have crush-voted me of late. you give a girl hope in a bleak, desolate wasteland of sodden and sorry boys, and that makes me happy. also: caitlin, you rock.) now. to get to business. i went to a laundromat in lincoln for the first time tonight as the washing machine in the basement of my apartment complex has mysteriously been broken. for some time. i rounded up someone to go with me, and settled in for a nice bit of television watching and chain-smoking amidst the inherent humidity of anywhere with a wall of drying machines, hoping (secretly) that josh hartnett would walk through the doors and bring me forty days and forty nights of sweet, sweet lovin'. josh never came. but a phone call did. i hadn't been expecting to get it any more. i stopped waiting for it a week ago, and now that it's been almost two weeks since the event and promises of calls and face-to-face visits to sort the horrifying matter out, i find i am still just as, if not more, completely and utterly pissed off with the person on the other end of the line. i sat there, taking a few moments to realize who it was, looking, i'm sure, like some kind of weird vision, mopping up my little spill of detergent with a cigarette jammed between my teeth, ear pressed to the phone to make out the voice over the hum of the washers and dryers. "i'm at the laundromat....yeah, well, it's about as fun as one might expect....why are you calling? and when should i tell you to fuck off?" the conversation lasted longer than i expected it to when i started, and i said more than i ever intended to say. i told him about the idealistic girl fairy-tale scenarios i had created while he was away, and how i watched the demise of it all come crashing, slowly and steadily, around my precious feet for a month. and the culmination was a stain on my rug from where he spilled his drink and two weeks of panic attacks after the fact. my bed now always houses two, especially when i am alone. and he is sorry, blah blah blah same old bullshit. and i gave him a second chance to prove to me that i should not be scared of him, that he might, in fact, be able to be my friend after all. and i shouldn't have done it, but today, i happen to feel generous. i bought my friend veronica a stuffed cat, after weeks of her lamenting that her fiancee nixed the pet kitty idea. she opened the floral wrapper and took the calico bit of stuffing and fur out of the box, and kept it on her lap for the rest of the night at the paper. i love doing things like that. maybe that's why i did what i did. maybe that's why, when i came back to the paper at midnight to type a poem i stopped for a moment and watched the small congregation of homeless men sround the union, listened to their scattered and half-insane conversations. you see them walking through the union and around campus daily, always separated and manic, some good-humored and willing to talk about anything any time, especially their individual mistakes. it was the first time i had really seen them all together, and it made me oddly, if not happy, at least a little comforted. tonight, every lyric has a weighted meaning. we trade liquor for blood in an attempt to tip the scales, i think you lost what you loved in that mess of details. yes, yes, i did. for a little while, i lost myself, and i think i am on my way back to finding her, through the chewing out of a half-assed boy, a bit of self-assertion, a poem, a big, black nebraska sky, a bright eyes album, a laundromat and a few homeless men. we spend far too much time worrying about the how and why of things, the what and when and where, when we should be worrying about the who. i told him that my friends would kill me if they knew i spent time with him at this point in the game, and he said 'they say your friends know you better than yourself.' and i told him no one knew me, not even me. i told him i was different then, at that moment, than i had been ten minutes before, and that is the beauty and bitch of life. (even of sinister.) the poem is here, in front of me, and i am proud of it. i am proud of myself for writing it, and for what it says and doesn't say, for what i say and don't say still, and for who i am and who i am not. this poem. is a 'monologue.' at least that's what the assignment calls it, and this is the second one i have written. and it is not about me specifically, but it is based on me, and what might have happened, what could have been and what could have resulted. maybe it gives me perspective, or maybe it helps with my insane neuroticism of what-iffing. but it is mine, and it is me, and i am i am i am *daisy, daisy* of what is it have i been robbed, exactly, for love was never part of the game, only an alcoholic promise of meaningful ecstasy. the boy is expendable, and, after the fall of coquettish eyes and second-date hand-holding, apparently so am i. if i stare long enough at the tiles today, the grout lines dissolve, and the expanse of floor becomes gridless, moving, almost oblique and unforgiving. i do not fit any more, am only vomiting upthrowing prose, staggering counterclockwise through various stages of false completion. i am not a drawing, a pencil sketch with moveable parts to erase and redraw, smudge out and finalize as the actualization of a fantasy, two breasts and a garden-of-eden triangle, exposed and gaping, breathing a gaudy yes from every shadowed pore. addiction is not the same as passion, and blacking out is an easy excuse for elementary attempt. the repetition of a cardigan and round, twelve-dollar salvations, i know, does not equate to until death (do us part). so am i to be a quasi-heroine, then, a stamp across my lucky forehead that reads "saved from him." good girl at the bottom of the top said no and rallied weak hands to resist, sank a circle of self-defense teeth into the flesh of his neck and waited for sleep. i have stalled, fumbling now through every day faking poised deviance and disillusionment. every man is a rate of capability, and i measure only the span of their hands, estimating the breadth and shape of the bruises they will brand on my quivering expanse of vulnerable temptation. they say they are not violent, but i and my tangle of bed sheets know otherwise. now, through an horrific stretching of my intelligence, i wrap myself in a scarf and sheath of clean line breaks, taut protection from march and the ides of a boy and his absence. question irrational wonderings and try a blank, therapeutic composition of simple lips and sunshine, the doctors say. "remember you are one of the guiltless many subjected to the cowardly more." but i am weary of sympathetic audiences, dewy-eyed nods and recognition of pain. they do not know what i have not told, and the wasted weeks are crushed and compacted into one night made publice by outcry. i am the stupid one. i am of the chargeable few who pitched willingly into the arms, the drawing, a composite of blonde hair and bidden lust. we have both lost, and i force my voice into the form of thirty-eight days and their heady peak: the rape victim. and it is unoriginal, dull, a tongue without taste, a taste without direction, a direction without progression. of a million easy beggars, i am the chosen, the token, an experience told to preserve the pasty-faced feminine prevention. chastity ends with but an adopted surname, and i am still still still i am not that girl any more. i am not that girl. thank you. (i am not a victim.) thank you. (i am not guilty.) thank you. (i am both.) thank you. xxxx lou _________________________________________________________________ Chat with friends online, try MSN Messenger: http://messenger.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. 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To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From lizdaplyn at xxx.com Thu Mar 14 16:20:06 2002 From: lizdaplyn at xxx.com (Liz Daplyn) Date: Thu, 14 Mar 2002 16:20:06 +0000 Subject: Sinister: unfocussed Message-ID: Can't remember who wrote this haiku, but it's great. Cold frosty morning Sparrows sitting together Without any necks The magnolia trees are in bloom, but I fear for the flowers' future over a cold and windy Welsh weekend. It's only from this time on that one notices magnolias, as their bare trunks are a bit twiggy and nondescript, although individual branches are nicely sinuous. Presumably they grow much better in the west of *Great* Britain than in the east, as I don't remember seeing many when I was living in Kent. Sweeping generalisation from paltry personal experience! Still, it's more humid here (understatement), which might account for it. "Scent of magnolia, sweet and fresh; Then a sudden smell of burning flesh; Pastoral scenes of the gallant South, The bulging eyes and the twisted mouths." Not very nice, but "Strange Fruit" is a sad and beautiful song, and never more so when sung by Robert Wyatt, in my biased opinion. You may mutter of Billie Holiday, but I stick with the old man, if only in homage to his version of "Shipbuilding": more tales of social injustice. Must buy some Elvis Costello rather than just listening to covers of it, but I haven't got around to it yet. Kieran said: <> Having made a practise over the past few years of taking photos from buses, kindly heed my *wisdom* O People. 1) Get a decent camera with manual focus! That is, if you can find one that isn't computerised to the nth these days. I got my lovely SLR some time ago second-hand, and it was fairly ancient then. Weighs a ton, too. Still, good cameras age well if you treat them nicely. 2) Unless you're careful with your angles, you'll pick up reflections from the insides of the windows, particularly if it's a dull day. But sometimes that can be good, as you get interesting ghosts of the people on the bus superimposed on the exterior view. 3) Oh, and you should use a fast film, as, well, buses are moving moderately speedily in general. Like. Of course, I'm too swanky to travel on buses these days :) Trains are the way to go. But I do like the National Express for its comfy squalor. The drawback is that on a journey of any duration one is pretty much bound to go through or change at Birmingham bus station, which mings like the biggest badger you ever did see. Was listening to the Catchers in the car this morning. Early 90s jangly pop, gotta love it. Nearly as fey as the Field Mice, but more, well, Irish. And the REM influence in the vocal lines is almost comically apparent, but it's still great. Ooh, nostalgia for something that I wasn't that aware of at the time. I was more interested in Green Day, tragically. But these things are sent to try us. Hmmm why am I so conscious of nasty green small hatchbacks these days? Brixton. Belle and Sebastian IN THA GHETTO, innit. Caitlin me duck, pink nail varnish goes with _simply everything_. I'm going nowhere fast. Love to you all, but especially *you* Liz :x *** 97. Things that give a clean feeling An earthen cup. A new metal bowl. A rush mat. The play of the light on water as one pours it into a vessel. A new wooden chest. The Pillow Book of Sei Shonagon ** _________________________________________________________________ MSN Photos is the easiest way to share and print your photos: http://photos.msn.com/support/worldwide.aspx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From borokitty at xxx.com Thu Mar 14 17:14:29 2002 From: borokitty at xxx.com (Amy Skelton) Date: Thu, 14 Mar 2002 17:14:29 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Dreaming of red bulging juicy tomatoes.... Message-ID: Hello all, Kirsten mentioned dreaming of tomato trucks. I once saw (the end of) a clip on a travel show showing an annual festival somewhere in Spain where people have one great big tomato fight in the streets of the town - it looked like complete stupid carnage and every now and then I like a bit of craziness! I would love to go to this festival but strangely enough none of my friends seem keen when I mention it to them. Does anyone know the details - place, date etc. and more to the point do any sinisterites fancy going along? Speaking of impulse decisions, the event I was supposed to be going to yesterday evening got cancelled at the last minute and my head said - �Go to Newcastle for the evening and watch Milky Wimpshake and dance stupidly at The Walk� - so I did and it was lots and lots of fun. Didn�t make it back for my lectures in Sheffield this morning though but never mind. In fact my hangover is making it too difficult to type so I�ll bid you farewell... Take care... ...Amy _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From dairy_fairy at xxx.com Thu Mar 14 21:22:36 2002 From: dairy_fairy at xxx.com (Dairy Fairy) Date: Thu, 14 Mar 2002 21:22:36 0000 Subject: Sinister: On wearing beige mittens. Message-ID: Hello, I haven't written for a while. Not because I haven't been bothered, or nervous or anything. I just haven't felt like I've had many sentences in me. Yesterday though, i got my Belle and Sebatian ticket through the post. It made me feel in one of those moods where you have to listen to everything of one band. I did it with Simon and garfunkel a week or so ago. Anyway, I started listening to them when i walked home from college. I usually go all lazy and get a taxi, and i would say i felt inspired by the way the air was worth tasting again and the hill was glowing. But really, i just had no money in my wallet. It takes me an hour to walk home, and part of it is across fields, so you can paint your own picture of the wooden hut I live in on a bleak Yorkshire hill. It would be false, but a dramatic pictue anyway. And I was walking this walk, feeling like Maria Von Trapp, and surprisingly wanting to spin aroung in circles overlooking the valley. Tigermilk was helping, and I was listening to We Rule the School and almost convincing myself that i was the type of person who could rule a school were it not for the rest of the people in it. I'm using the past continuous here, so you can tell I'm building up to something. Anyway, I climbed over a stile and wooooooops. There was four elderly ladies squatting behind the wall answering their individual calls of nature. I was fairly mortified, and had to clamber back to the other side of the wall whilst they made themselves respectable. However, I am also very infantile, and was secretly amused. In fact, i felt very much as if I was in a film ca! lled Carry on in the Country, or suchlike. Only that would probably be beastial porn, and not half as quaint as grannies peeing. That isn't all i'm writing for. As I said i got my manchester ticket, and it is standing so i can try and imitate struan's twee dancing. I don't know Manchester very well, although I have applied for uni there, so I can make myself think it is an educational trip. I may even bring a pad of paper and pen and make notes on the pros and cons of the cities. I may not though since I would look odd making a tally of number of boys wearing cardigans, cafes that look like they wouldn't mind you spending an aternoon in them and pubs that don't look at me oddly when i ask for a vodka and ginger beer. mm. famous five but a bit naughty. cheerio, Grace --- And she spent the rest of the day separating the bits from the marmalade, or, if you prefer, the marmalade from the bits. Is your boss reading your email? ....Probably Keep your messages private by using Lycos Mail. Sign up today at http://mail.lycos.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From boyincorduroy at xxx.com Thu Mar 14 22:01:52 2002 From: boyincorduroy at xxx.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mark=20Casarotto?=) Date: Thu, 14 Mar 2002 22:01:52 +0000 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: a NYC plea Message-ID: <20020314220152.13454.qmail@web10407.mail.yahoo.com> Dear sinister, I've already made one illegal post this week so here's another, in the hope that Linda will slap me: ********** Does anyone here have a spare ticket for either, or ideally both, New York B&S gigs on the 5th and 6th May? ********** If so, a very, very grateful Englishman who has just rather impulsively bought a return flight to JFK will buy you drinks and tell cute girls/boys (delete as appropriate, or, if I know you lot, don't delete at all) how fantastic in the sack you are. Please let me know! Thanks millions, Mark xxx __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Everything you'll ever need on one web page from News and Sport to Email and Music Charts http://uk.my.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From ianwatson at xxx.uk Fri Mar 15 00:58:22 2002 From: ianwatson at xxx.uk (Ian Watson) Date: Fri, 15 Mar 2002 00:58:22 +0000 Subject: Sinister: falling down like... Message-ID: Amy, You asked about the Spanish tomato festival. It's called the Tomatina and is held in Bunol near Valencia sometime in August. I've never been but it looks a lot safer than that business in Pamplona. I'm learning Spanish at the moment at an evening class in London. If I ever find out what the Spanish is for laundrette, I'll let you know. There, my first post. Not that hard really, was it? Ian ps - to Sophie from St Kilda. I know you're feeling frustrated, like you're stuck at the edge of the world and that there are so many many things to be ashamed of...but really, it's the same up here too. We have an outrage to match every one of yours and an out of sight out of mind policy to rival the forgetting you talk about. All I know is: as much as you wish you were in London or Manchester or Glasgow or wherever, I wish with every fibre of my being that I was in St Kilda. I spent six days in Melbourne a month back on holiday and loved it so much. Loved getting the tram to the Sodastream show in Richmond and having to leave early in the pouring rain and the electric storm to get the last tram back. Loved wandering down towards Luna Park and stumbling upon people filming Secret Life Of Us (the business type guy who went out with the blonde girl was with the new girlfriend and a pram - I was ridiculously excited). Loved Flinders Street station, under the clocks, wondering if I should know my Liberty Belle better and that there was a lyrical reference I was missing. Loved Brunswick Street, with all of its faults and vanities. Loved the four seasons, loved the city, loved it all. Which, as my girlfriend so rightly points out, was just us having a holiday romance with a place and a time. But it still doesn't mean that I don't feel physically sick (homesick almost) typing these words. How can you feel homesick for a place you spent six days in? It doesn't make sense. About a week after coming home, after spending a further nine days in Sydney and feeling utterly upside down at the first glance of the Opera House, we went to the Warhol Exhibition at Tate Modern. I was surprised at how much I was affected by some of Andy's works, but the real high point of the night was sitting in a pub opposite St Pauls waiting for our friends to come out of the exhibition. When we were in Sydney, Adrienne said about the Opera House: "Look, people probably go jogging past that every day and don't give it a second glance." And here we were killing time opposite one of the most gorgeous parts of London, floodlit just for us. The Spanish for opposite is "enfrente". I remember this by thinking about Frente, who did that cover of "Bizarre Love Triangle" and then extending it. Not such a lonely world after all. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From bulkdavid at xxx.com Fri Mar 15 05:01:49 2002 From: bulkdavid at xxx.com (david hewitt) Date: Fri, 15 Mar 2002 15:31:49 +1030 Subject: Sinister: you're the apple of my eye Message-ID: G'day Sinister. As far as irrelevant, overly personal, and downright lengthy posts go, I've probably got more to apologise for than most, so I'll do so now. Sorry. I'll spare you my ridiculous diary entries from now on, and attempt to limit myself to content, smut and teasing. I'm pleased Lindsey Baker is keepin' on keepin' on, though. See seems to be living her life on the pages of a well-written book, and I'm keen to see whether it has a happy ending. Or one of those pervy sealed bits in the middle with nudey photos in them. It's the least she deserves. Others who have recently excelled in the field of being great include Miss Dimitra and Miss Rachel Sunnyset. I haven't posted since Rachel wrote that story about how she always checks for her keys, but I thought it was one of the better things I'd ever read at the time, and I still do now, so I may as well still mention it. Hats off. In the spirit of turning over a new leaf (and also because the account's full), I'm using a different (and slightly politer) email address from now on. So if you're one of those people that sometimes likes to email me - please reply to this address rather than the smelly old one. Or, if you're not one of those people, you can become one if you like. Belle and Sebastian are great; I still really think so. They have a quality shared by only the very best bands, which is that my favourite songs by them keep changing, months and years after having first heard them. I've recently dipped back into them fairly extensively, and in a more melancholy frame of mind than I've been in when they've appealed to me in the past. For example: 'Beautiful' used to be my least favourite song on 369, and it's only just struck me how amazing a song it really is. I would have heard it dozens of times, and I always quite liked it, but I only really 'got it' the other day when I was hanging out my socks to dry. Not many records I own can keep these sorts of gems hidden up their sleeves for so long. If you played my current record collection to me five years ago, you'd have been laughed at, I think. Probably fairly impolitely. There isn't much that you can't admit to liking these days - it's all wide open. It wasn't that long ago when you couldn't even admit to liking the Beach Boys, and now they 're the pinnacle of cool. You can admit to liking Destiny's Child amongst fashionable and knowledgeable sorts and they'll say 'Oh yeah, I can see that '. I never thought I'd like country music, but I've slowly slid from country-influenced and alt.country sounding indie music into records that really can't be called anything but country. Just country. The teenage me would be cringing with embarrassment. Everything comes back - I'm never discarding any music ever again. I listened to ELO and Dr Hook at a mate's place the other night, and I saw (well, heard) merit in it. A mate of mine has recently become obsessed with Neil Young. He played me a song of his the other day that I don't know the title of, but had heard a lot when I was growing up. I knew some of the words, even. I'd heard it enough to be familiar with it, but I'd never really given it a proper listen. It was actually really amazing. Earnest is the new irony. I don't think anything's unfashionable any more, other than perhaps insisting on limiting yourself to what you consider credible - the only things you used to allow yourself. There's no longer a need to appear to be taking the piss when drawing reference or inspiration. This could be part of a broad trend, or it could just be that some important filter in my brain has broken, and my taste is spiralling downhill. Keep an eye on me, perhaps, chums. Sophia Katrina said: "we could all drive to whichever point is equidistant to perth, brisbane, sydney and melbourne" Adelaide gets no respect, I tells ya. Harumph. That's it, I'm moving. Oh dear, I meant this to be short, and already it's not. I'll let you get on, then. Be good. Bulk love, -Vanilla Flavoured David (formerly St. Ankin of Cooter) PS: I get to see Belle and Sebastian in New York on the 5th. Woohoo! I'll be at the picnic too, so you should ALL come. You'll love me, I promise. PPS: The fact that I get to see Belle and Sebastian at all is due to the outrageous generosity and hospitality of our very wonderful (and totally cute) NYC picnic hostess: the completely inimitable Miss Julie. So I'll take this opportunity to send her an enormous public THANKYOU, so you all know that she's the absolute tops. Although many of you probably didn't need to be told. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From stoutrobin at xxx.com Fri Mar 15 14:09:51 2002 From: stoutrobin at xxx.com (robin stout) Date: Fri, 15 Mar 2002 14:09:51 +0000 Subject: Sinister: ...and in second place... Message-ID: I bet on Rhinestone Cowboy to win and he came SECOND! Grrr! Carsmile, you'll pay for this! I've begun to take French lessons so yesterday I went into town to buy a French-English Dictionary. When I got home I pulled open the pages excitedly and began looking up stupid words like combine harvester*! Then I turned to the French section to look up a word beginning with L. But L didn't exist! The dictionary went straight from I to M; from page 144 to 177. Quelle horreur! I was shocked, no, gutted! Le dictionaire, c'est bollocks! Well, I've decided to write a letter of complaint about it to Collins, to see if I can get some free books from them. I complained to Usborne books when I was little about a code in the "Good Spy Guide to Codes and Ciphers" which I spent a week trying to decipher before realising it was nonsense. They sent back a letter of apology and a yellow balloon with a hole in it. So here's my letter of complaint. It�s designed to make Collins feel guilty and give me free things. Do you think I should send it? +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Dear Mr Collins I am 12 years old and have just begun French lessons at school. Our teacher Miss Glum told us we must buy a French dictionary so we could look up words. Today we had a lesson on how to use your dictionary and Miss Glum told me to look up the word Jambon. When I looked in my dictionary I looked for J but it wasn�t there. The dictionary went straight from I to M. There weren�t any Js Ks or Ls (I DO know my alphabet). I told the teacher but she thought I was making fun of her and made me see the headmaster. He made me stand by a tree with a book on my head for half an hour. I almost cried then, but if I did the book would have fallen off and he would have hit me. I cried when I got home though. I don�t ever want to go to school again! I hate Miss Glum! I hate you too and your stupid dictionary! Robin (age 12) PS: Jambon is Ham, by the way, my dad told me that tonight, but its too late now, isn�t it???!!! +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Do you think sending this letter would be BAD? I want to get as many free things as I can but I don�t want any teachers being sacked. Hmm. Suggestions would be welcome. Robin (age 23) *un moissoneuse-batteuse _________________________________________________________________ Send and receive Hotmail on your mobile device: http://mobile.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From brandtpfundak at xxx.com Fri Mar 15 15:53:25 2002 From: brandtpfundak at xxx.com (Brandt Fundak) Date: Fri, 15 Mar 2002 07:53:25 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: rumours... Message-ID: <20020315155325.73995.qmail@web13904.mail.yahoo.com> hi all. i was wondering the following things: 1. does anyone know who the openers for belle and sebastian are in toronto, detroit or chicago? the kool haus site lists that the Faint will be opening, but the saddle creek site says the faint will be nowhere near toronto (austin, TX) on may 8th. anyway, i just like to know who's entertaining/wasting my time before i see what i want to. Aisler's Set would have been ideal, but it looks they won't be hitting the midwest. 2. are belle and sebastian going to be on Conan? When? I need to set that VCR. also, are they planning on doing any appearances on say, much music? I have that in my cable package and video tapes cost next to nothing. 3. any more info on that VCD that's supposed to be coming out? and more to the point, will it play on my region 1 dvd player? thanks for the enlightment. brandt ===== "Selma, Jub Jub is fantastic! He's everywhere you want to be!" --Troy McClure __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Sports - live college hoops coverage http://sports.yahoo.com/ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From mouser at xxx.net Fri Mar 15 20:00:22 2002 From: mouser at xxx.net (Shawn and Emily) Date: Fri, 15 Mar 2002 15:00:22 -0500 Subject: Sinister: rumours... In-Reply-To: <20020315155325.73995.qmail@web13904.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: According to the Rolling Stone link sent earlier, B&S will be on Conan on Apr. 26, two days before the Coachella appearance. I've not read anything about Much Music appearances in Canada, but there is a day off after the Toronto show, so it's not out of the question. Slumber Party has been talked about as potential Detroit and Chicago openers, but I don't know if that is 100% confirmed yet. Best, Shawn -----Original Message----- From: owner-sinister at xxx.org [mailto:owner-sinister at missprint.org]On Behalf Of Brandt Fundak Sent: Friday, March 15, 2002 10:53 AM To: sinister at missprint.org Subject: Sinister: rumours... hi all. i was wondering the following things: 1. does anyone know who the openers for belle and sebastian are in toronto, detroit or chicago? the kool haus site lists that the Faint will be opening, but the saddle creek site says the faint will be nowhere near toronto (austin, TX) on may 8th. anyway, i just like to know who's entertaining/wasting my time before i see what i want to. Aisler's Set would have been ideal, but it looks they won't be hitting the midwest. 2. are belle and sebastian going to be on Conan? When? I need to set that VCR. also, are they planning on doing any appearances on say, much music? I have that in my cable package and video tapes cost next to nothing. 3. any more info on that VCD that's supposed to be coming out? and more to the point, will it play on my region 1 dvd player? thanks for the enlightment. brandt ===== "Selma, Jub Jub is fantastic! He's everywhere you want to be!" --Troy McClure __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Sports - live college hoops coverage http://sports.yahoo.com/ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. 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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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From halighhalou at xxx.com Fri Mar 15 23:10:04 2002 From: halighhalou at xxx.com (lindsey baker) Date: Fri, 15 Mar 2002 17:10:04 -0600 Subject: Sinister: you've been go for some time, but i fear you'll be here oh no again Message-ID: hello sinister. i wasn't planning on posting again so soon, after my gigantic (albeit probably rather confusing) last post. but today, i am craving the sound of keys typing, and i cannot write enough to satiate the need. i think there is a reason i have chosen sinister to be the victim of my wannabe-literary torture, and it is a small and simple one. today, i crush-voted. this was the second time (hi owen.) i have wiped my plams on the thighs of my faded, cuffed jeans to quell slippery fingers and sent the little, near-empty email body to the elusive miss crush. waited with baited breath for the password. diligently typed in the necessary combination of words and address and pushed send, noting that hotmail sent it off with lightning speed. i have said before that democratic loving is problematic, and perhaps it is. it leaves you feeling suspended, nervous, sending a message of something -- because it is most likely not love, but a liking, an infatuation and an actualization of tangible hope -- out into the void, where it will land in the unsuspecting lap of someone you have most likely never met, and may never meet. maybe it's someone who puts words together in such a fashion as to make the world stop turning, make the harsh, detached glare of a computer screen melt away, make you feel like the internet is really only a big gathering of people waiting somewhere in a long line, shivering because it's probably cold, clutching belle and sebastian tickets for a pending show. and the words wrap around you like the big yellow blanket you slept with as a girl, used for a cape when brandishing a hot pink, plastic sword and screaming 'she-ra, princess of power' at the top of your lungs in the freshly cut-grass of your springtime backyard. and then. you say something. under the guise of an invisible middle-man gone matchmaker, and you wait, i think, not necessarily for the proper response but rather a response of your own, a feeling to become felt. i am still leary of crush-voting, though i love getting votes. i love the small streak of happiness that usually overrides my morning oh-god-i-have-to-face-another-day streak of nausea, and i keep them all, though i usually never find out who sent them to me. i question them, i think, for the reasons sent. maybe the intentions behind them. because when i send them, i suppose i never quite know what drives me, and i have never been able to pinpoint the exact fluttering feeling i get when i press the mouse button. but the feeling is a good one. and today. i have become misty. the blinking cursor is waiting for me to say something of importance, but all i can say is this: i got a match. xxx love, lou _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From chippyeileen at xxx.com Sat Mar 16 23:49:18 2002 From: chippyeileen at xxx.com (chippy eileen) Date: Sat, 16 Mar 2002 23:49:18 +0000 Subject: Sinister: spirals Message-ID: (written on monday, but i haven't had chance to post it until today. linda said things come around again, and i wondered if she'd been watching me,reading my mind) --- life moves in spirals. a gypsy told me that once. at least, she was pretending to be a gypsy. when i saw her later, behind her tent, smoking a lambert and butler and without the glamour of her headscarf, she seemed less exotic. most people do, when you get to know them better. she also told me a wonderful man was going to sweep me off my feet. she was half-right. i wondered what that meant, about spirals, at the time. i thought it might just be something clever that she said when she wasn't sure about her client. a battered fish floats in the vat before me, pushed round in a circle by the current. for a moment, it swims again, and then it is plucked out, drained,and placed in paper with potato products. life takes you where you don't expect it to. you come back, re-visit old experiences, but it is never the same. sinister-list, i remember you from 2 years ago. we didn't talk as much as i wanted to. i lost touch with you on The Day Of The Smashed Computer and i haven't seen you since. we've both changed. you look younger, if anything, and me - well, take a look at my face. if you remember me, you'll know i've grown. now, i see you again. you have the same easy grace, which i always admired. i stumble less now, and have learned to hold my head up. if we didn't notice these things, we would think life was the same. the spiral turns again. a car pulls up outside the chip-shop window. its andy. i haven't seen andy since he moved away. shortly before i left this little village with a pub, a chip shop, and a lady that still, after all these years, goes from house to house cutting old ladies' hair. i flick off the little cassette player i keep in the chip shop. he wouldn't want to hear what is playing. i didn't want to hear it for a long time, either. 2 years ago, andy told me he was gay. we both cried. him, because it was a big secret and he was scared of how i'd react. me, because i was in bed with him at the time. and then he went to london. i wanted to find him and tell him i'd be there, that i'd try and be supportive, but it was too late. he left, and left me intact, if you catch my meaning. and i'm glad for that, now. i remember waiting for margaret and frank to close the chippy downstairs, and running out into his car. he kissed me, then he flicked the stereo on, and drove us back to angela's place. angela had been around. angela, it seems, is still going around, only these days she has a baby in tow. angela had an older boyfriend, angela smoked pot, talked about my bloody valentine and had had anal intercourse. angela told me it was about time i grew up and gave andy what he deserved. and so, that night, as i felt the exhileration that goes with utter terror, as the rain hit the windows of andy's dad's cortina and we raced up the roads between east langerston and the next village, five miles through the darkness, i tried to think about something else. i tried to listen to the music, to the ballad of ray suzuki as it rushed through my arms and up and down my chest, as it made my mind buzz. i told myself it was stuart david that threatened to send my spine into spasms and not the boy i'd been to school with. the sensitive, quiet and kind boy who had grown into a sensitive, quiet and kind larger boy, but still had some way to go before he would become a man. angela had disappeared with a boy from leeds who had a motorbike and worked in a garage. she had left her cds scattered around the bedroom, and lit a joss-stick, and she'd left a note telling me that anything... should we need it... was in her bedside table. and, so, we played the cds, and we touched each other awkwardly, and i made andy put on 'bug rain' because it calmed me. we drank the vodka we'd been left, and we lay underneath the carpet blanket on angela's bed. and we laughed, for a while, because neither of us knew what else to do. i get up high, above the lake.... look at me up a tree again.. and now, andy climbs out of his car, sees me, climbs back in again and is gone. i had been trying to give him my welcoming smile. i must work on my welcoming smile. and my mind goes back to lying under that blanket and hearing his car pulling away up the road, knowing he was drunk but, just for a moment, not caring, peeling the label off the vodka bottle, wondering if i should have worn black underwear, like angela told me to, instead of the knickers margaret had bought me from littlewoods. look at me, up a tree again look at me, up a tree again humming it over and over to myself, and falling asleep. waking, at five in the morning, to hear banging in the room nextdoor and quietly phoning a taxi to take me home. music... i used to love the way it got inside me. i used to invite it inside me, feel its energy, taking me into myself, around myself and into the world in a way few other experiences could. the problem is, when the essence is part of your blood, you are that much easier to poison. a year ago, when i left for leeds, i didn't take my looper albums. i hadn't listened to them in over a year. last month, when the spiral turned again, i came home, and i put the album on, and i noticed it was still there, within me. not poisonous, not yet pure, but potent, all the same. a woman is asking me about battered mushrooms, and i pull myself away from the noise of car engines. she says it is nice to see me back, and i smile, and sprinkle salt and vinegar. no vodka, this time. no self-recrimination. no staring at the rain as it hit the window, and pulling a blanket closer. oh, i can still do all these things, but not today. i forward the cassette player, and wait for the those three little words... 'yer a looper'. i find myself dancing around behind the vat, waving a spatula and shouting 'yer a BUNCH OF LOOPERS' to the empty shop. the song feels like it once did, all those years ago, potent, energising, and full of possibilities. it is mine again. we have found each other. eileen _________________________________________________________________ Chat with friends online, try MSN Messenger: http://messenger.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From vilkas at xxx.com Sat Mar 16 23:57:34 2002 From: vilkas at xxx.com (Vilkas & Lou Horvath) Date: Sat, 16 Mar 2002 18:57:34 -0500 Subject: Sinister: \m/... Raaahhhhhhhk Message-ID: Dear Sinister Kids, Naw aw! Na hah. Ok. Sleater-Kinney is opening up for the DC show. DUUUUUDE! I can't say how happy I am that Sleater-Kinney are playing too. I just found this out. To begin with, "The Hot Rock" has been on repeat in my house for the past week. And another thing. I've only managed to see them once. That was in Glasgow in 2000 at the 13th Note Club with a friend and her boyfriend. And also with apparently every alterna-teen in the entire west of Scotland. Ok. Definitely not all, but give it up for hyperbole. Were you there? Why doncha give a holler over here and tell us your memory of that show. Janet Weiss is a one woman drumming army. Like Mike Watt's one man bass army. But better cos she's nothing but collected whilst her flying limbs of judo create ROCK. Jeebus, the two of them together could topple empires. Ok. Not really, but they're all good. Ok. I've seen Quasi too but that doesn't count cos that's just Janet Weiss. Ah, but it's also Sam Coombes. Makin a lovely racket. Well I'm off to dye my friend Andrea's hair and then get drunk. Rock On, Vilkas (who is enjoying a mixtape involving The Corrs, Kylie and Craig David*) *just making sure I don't perpetrate too much of a hipster fraud with my Rock tangent. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From LilGrape25 at xxx.com Sun Mar 17 02:58:32 2002 From: LilGrape25 at xxx.com (LilGrape25 at xxx.com) Date: Sat, 16 Mar 2002 21:58:32 EST Subject: Sinister: WHAT I DID FOR LOVE the cast of a chorus line tells me Message-ID: <91.19e4caa0.29c56059@aol.com> Tommorrow I leave for Japan. Can you believe it, Japan? Unfortunately, with mom and pop and my little brother, but I'm still unbelievably excited. AND THE LESS I SEEK MY SOUL FOR SOME DEFINATIVE, THE CLOSER I AM TO FINE philosophized the indigo girls Maybe its just because I'm listening to the mix max most recently made for me- all stuff sung by emotional and emopowered women, which he calls "the lesbian mix"- but I'm feeling really emotional about leaving tommorrow, like its going to be be something big and life changing, which it probably won't. AND I DON'T NEED ANYONE declares JJ72, who's lead singer is male...so they say...but really doesn't sound it at all. So, I know we're not supposed to discuss the list on the list, but I'm going to do it anyway. where else does one discuss it? I think that the list hit a bit of a lull a few weeks ago, but that it doesn't reflect anything serious at all, its already gotten better! Life Spirals, like eileen said, and so the sinister list moves through repeating phases. If you don't like a post, don't finish reading it, thats what I say. Lets not make any conclusions about the longterm changes in the character of the list, because no one wants it to change, and I don't think it will for a long time. So, until it deteriorates in such an obvious way that it cannot be denied, I think we shouldn't doubt our cummunity. SAVE ME whines Aimee Mann Does anyone know who's opening in New York? Not that it matters all that much, I'm excited enough to see belle and sebastian. OH LORD, WON'T YOU BUY ME A MERCEDES BENZ? Well, I'll tell you all about my possibly life changing trip to japan in my next annoying/illegal/thrilling/fascinating memoir of a post. love, Rachel Grapenut +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From sonicblue at xxx.com> Sun Mar 17 13:58:22 2002 From: sonicblue at xxx.com> (sonicblue at xxx.com>) Date: Sun, 17 Mar 2002 14:58:22 +0100 Subject: Sinister: Conspiracies Message-ID: hello to everyone, so, we are going to see Belle and Sebastian live. I don't know if it is the same for you but I'm already starting to prepare myself thinking to things like which t-shirt will I be wearing or which side of the stage will I be staring at or whether Stuart will appreciate my stage diving if they play Electronic Renaissance and so on... Another thing I'm insistently thinking at is: will they play the same songs in every concert of the tour or will every single show be different ? I know that most of us don't have enough experience to answer. I saw them once, last summer at Benicassim, but I have no information about their past shows. So: are you aware of any web site dedicated to the band with an archive of all the songs they played live ? If not, why don't we start to keep track of them starting from this tour ? I think those kind of information are quite interesting for the fans... (or, at least, they are for me). what do u think about that ? bye mow p.s. for those of you that were scared about my stage diving conspiracy: I won't do anything like that on the head of anyone, only joking. 2,000,000,000 Web Pages--you only need 1. Save time with My Lycos. http://my.lycos.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From ianwatson at xxx.uk Sun Mar 17 14:46:28 2002 From: ianwatson at xxx.uk (Ian Watson) Date: Sun, 17 Mar 2002 14:46:28 +0000 Subject: Sinister: b&s setlists Message-ID: Mow asked about B&S setlists. "Will they play the same songs in every concert of the tour or will every single show be different?" My experience is that they do their best to make each show unique, but whether that's still possible once you start playing tours with more than four dates is another matter entirely. When they played Leeds, Nottingham and London on the tour with Elliott Smith in support, the show in Leeds and the show in Nottingham were completely different, there were no overlaps whatsoever, and then the London show was like an amalgam of the Leeds and Nottingham gigs. That meant that if you went to Leeds and then Nottingham you got to hear about 30 plus B&S songs over the space of two nights. They didn't, however, play Electronic Renaissance, at any of the gigs and (in my opinion) rightly so, as The Field Mice still get weird shivers whenever anyone plays it. I actually skip the track whenever I play Tigermilk. So I wouldn't hold out much hope of them playing it when you see them. I could be wrong, of course. Anyway, when they did the last British tour, I saw them play Glasgow and then the Albert Hall and the sets had a core of a certain group of songs with others changed around and extra covers thrown in. Much like you'd expect. The cabaret element that they had on that tour was the real changing element. In Glasgow they had friends dressed as policemen who came onstage to arrest Stuart for not paying his car tax (or something like that) halfway through a song and in London they had two friends (the same ones?) who pretended to be Waldorf and Stadtler (or however you spell them), the two old guys from the Muppets who heckled the band. So the answer to your question is, every show will be different. I've seen them about a dozen times now and each gig has been different, varying either in set or quality (the early London gigs - oh dear) or atmosphere but I have a great, distinct memory from each one. I think seeing them play "What Goes On" in that synagogue/church place in New York just after Diana died was one of the best. Brixton should be great. Mostly because it's ten minutes walk from my flat. Well, if anyone ever asks "what's been the most boring post ever on Sinister?" you can say "oh, that long rambling one about the intricacies of their set list". I've even sent myself to sleep. The new Mum album is amazing, by the way. Ian ---------- >From: "sonicblue at xxx.com> >To: sinister at missprint.org >Subject: Sinister: Conspiracies >Date: Sun, Mar 17, 2002, 1:58 pm > >hello to everyone, > >so, we are going to see Belle and Sebastian live. > >I don't know if it is the same for you but I'm already starting >to prepare myself thinking to things like which t-shirt will I be >wearing or which side of the stage will I be staring at or whether >Stuart will appreciate my stage diving if they play Electronic Renaissance >and so on... > >Another thing I'm insistently thinking at is: will they play the >same songs in every concert of the tour or will every single show be different ? >I know that most of us don't have enough experience to answer. >I saw them once, last summer at Benicassim, but I have no information about >their past shows. >So: are you aware of any web site dedicated to the band with an >archive of all the songs they played live ? >If not, why don't we start to keep track of them starting from this >tour ? I think those kind of information are quite interesting for >the fans... (or, at least, they are for me). >what do u think about that ? > >bye >mow > >p.s. >for those of you that were scared about my stage diving conspiracy: >I won't do anything like that on the head of anyone, only joking. > > >2,000,000,000 Web Pages--you only need 1. Save time with My Lycos. >http://my.lycos.com >+-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ > +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ > To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe > send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to > majordomo at 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 +-+ > +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ >+-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From jasonandreas at xxx.com Sun Mar 17 17:14:54 2002 From: jasonandreas at xxx.com (Jason Andreas) Date: Sun, 17 Mar 2002 17:14:54 -0000 Subject: Sinister: Finally... the Jock has come back... to New York City!!! Message-ID: <001101c1cdd7$42270240$754b7ad5@oemcomputer> Umm, yeah, sorry. Wrestlemania is tonight, so I'm kinda preoccupied :) This is off-topic, I guess, but I'm just throwing that dang door open to my fellow listees. I'm going to New York next month (from the 15th to the 28th) and I was wondering if anyone can give me a rundown on good places to go in the city. I mean, of course, music-oriented places. Where is the New York equivalent of the 13th Note, King Tuts, Sleazy's, et al? If anyone can help me out, I'd appreciate it a great deal. Off-list replies, of course. Oh, and I'm hiring the basement of the 13th Note Cafe in Glasgow on July 5th to celebrate my 21st, so anyone who's in the neighbourhood is welcome to come along... - Jase xx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From idleberry at xxx.com Sun Mar 17 21:21:29 2002 From: idleberry at xxx.com (idleberry) Date: Sun, 17 Mar 2002 13:21:29 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: A film about you Message-ID: <20020317212129.93717.qmail@web14605.mail.yahoo.com> hi all, I was browsing on the web, and came across this rather cool wee place, where you can make yur own mini digital films with soundtracks and stuff? so I thought I'd make one. Only I couldn't think of a plot, so I made one about sinister. Let me know what you think. http://www.dfilm.com/mm/mm_route.php?id=347745 As you can tell from the plot, I'm no (insert name of decent director here), and should perhaps be in the porn film industry, with my weakly veiled plots and direction. So stuff thats happened to me in the past, ooh, two weeks (as of March 1st) Lost my job (end of contract) after 6 months Split up with my boyfriend Started a new job Had a job interview Got back together with my boyfriend Boyfriend went to Cardiff for 2 months Got fired (well, it was only for a week and a half) So, its been a pretty hectic schedule, and I'm looking forward to another job interview on Wednesday, and a week off, trying to slowly chill out for a bit and maybe see my skin go from "eek! stress! lets break out into spots!" to "mmm...I'm chilled, baby, just smooth, yeah" Anyway, gonna head just now, and do some stuff before its too late. Love, idles xxxxx ===== http://clubs.yahoo.com/clubs/corduroysmoke and the world did get covered in a thick haze of corduroy smoke. And it felt good. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Sports - live college hoops coverage http://sports.yahoo.com/ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From willpie_00 at xxx.com Sun Mar 17 21:42:43 2002 From: willpie_00 at xxx.com (Will Porter) Date: Sun, 17 Mar 2002 13:42:43 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: seven hundred and seventy seven times lovelier than anything that I've ever seen Message-ID: <20020317214243.52340.qmail@web14501.mail.yahoo.com> So the following is a distillation of some ideas that I've been fumbling with for a while, and even mentioning in some (other, smaller) forums, so if they sound familiar, I apologize. Chapter the first in which Will talks about underpants: So the other day, I was dressed dully, as being a librarian is wont to make one do: blue-gray pants, blue and white shirt, gray tie, gray socks, brown shoes and belt. Underneath, however, I was equipped with lime green, polka dotted underpants. As I was giggling to myself about the sillyness of my underpants, it struck me: What better expressor of the flamboyances we keep tucked just below the surface? Underpants: the hidden canvas, the scroll tucked neatly around our goodies whose verse might *just* tell a secret ("But I like you"? "I'd rather be wearing bright green dots"? "I didn't expect to get quite this naked with anyone tonight"?) to someone we want to tell (or otherwise enlighten) badly enough to shed those clumsy outer pants. I like that. Chapter two in which Will talks about kisses (in accordance with Sinister post code 374.68y paragraph 3, which requires that I talk about little else): 1. Inasmuch as 'you' consists exclusively of you, and 'I' consists utterly of me (or is it I?), then 'us' (we?) is really just a kind of aggregate of you and I. Chemically speaking, a mixture and not a compound. 2. Kissing, it has been said by someone whose identity I have forgotten if I ever knew, is the process of getting two people so close to one another that they cannot see the flaws. I can't help but see these two as related concepts: is kissing simply the anatomical juxtaposition or two orbicularis oris muscles in a state of contraction, or is it something else? Perhaps a sometimes-casual, sometimes-feverish attempt to cram simultaneously as much of 'you' into 'I' and 'I' into 'you' as possible, bringing the elements so close together as to blur their borders? Can proximity, generating heat and burning out impurities like some kind of Bessemer process, result in a more permanent fusing, an alloy of youandI as distinct from a heap of you stirred up with a pile of I? I always seem to have more questions than answers. In conclusion, Will's Infinite (or at least extended) Sex Hypothesis (now, this one has already been scoffed at by a couple of you who knew me when I was in Texas, including but not limited to the lovely and talented ree. However, I refuse to let it go, so I put it forth to the lot of you for further mockery. Anyway, it might be more of an ideology than a hypothesis): Ahem. The following is based upon the assumption that we are all in agreement about 3 fundamental things: 1. the notion that sex ends with the male orgasm is false (see lesbian sex for more details) 2. the notion that sex ends with anybody's orgasm is false or at least not necessarily true (see those lucky multi-orgasmic bastards for more details). 3. 'Sex' is not strictly genital-genital contact between a man and a woman (christ, don't be so provincial). Anyway, so WIOALESH follows pretty reasonably (I think): Since there is no discernable endpoint of sex, it doesn't end at all. Or at least not all at once. Further, since sex is not a particular, explicit activity, but rather a hazily defined category of activity, once you have entered a state of sex with a partner, that state doesn't end (or at least it takes a great deal longer than we currently imagine), rather heretofore non-sexual activities (like balancing the checkbook--an activity that could use some sexing up) become sexual in their own right, and all of your intercourse becomes sexual. I always feel a bit silly saying that last part to people. umm okay bye will porter __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! 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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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From dimensionflip at xxx.uk Sun Mar 17 22:48:00 2002 From: dimensionflip at xxx.uk (ian) Date: Sun, 17 Mar 2002 22:48:00 -0000 Subject: Sinister: its where we live Message-ID: <005f01c1ce05$e9071b80$a4b589d4@default> (for details of birmingham picnics and other spraffle, see the bottom of this mail) ------------------------------------------------------------- the air is a curious mixture of vanilla and diesel. i am crouching in the base of a long-disused newspaper stand, trying, against the advice of toy stephen and madeleine mcneil, to avoid looking up. usually, i like to take time to regard the sky, or at least the distance of blue between one row of buildings and another that birmingham will allow one to see. not today. instead, i look at the small dog that sniffs around my feet.. 'toto, i don't think we're in the west midlands any more' 'no, ian, you're lost in an allegory of your own making, the narrative power of which is greatly tempered by the confusion of imagery and the lack of any definable underlying meaning.' oh... 'toto' the dog sighs. it clearly doesn't want to talk 'YES, ian' 'fuck off' the deep, sorrowful canine pupils regard me with disgust. ' my pleasure. i didn't ASK to be in this e-mail'. and toto is gone, leaving me with nothing to concentrate upon but the danger all around me. the pterodactyl regarding me from a nearby roof-top, the fleet of helicopters dropping undefinable items from the sky, the sleek grey missiles soaring only feet above the skyscrapers, threatening to crash around me at any moment. 'have you got any cigarettes?' now i'm hearing voices 'don't ignore me, ian... if you haven't got any cigarettes, at least bung me a fiver so i can get some. and get out of that newspaper stand. it smells' reluctantly, i pull myself to my feet and force myself to smile into the soft, masculine, sleek, pale, weathered, tanned, young-yet-chronologically-advanced face of my old friend. the sinister list looks at me curiously. 'you're in a mess' i smile ' i had a dream i was king of all the hipsters..' 'no, i'm not in the mood for that. let's find an off-licence and go somewhere better. and, for fuck's sake, get rid of those pterodactyls. they unnerve me' they look like bats, from down here... circling around the pinnacles of the sky scrapers. from time to time, they swoop towards us as we stumble up the centre of the road. cars swerve, attempting to hit us, and then away again as they collide head-on with the winged creatures. the skyline ahead of us is dominated by a row of mushroom clouds. soon, the sun will set, and the whole earth will glow like the fire that accompanied those clouds. 'fucking hell, ian.. you've been watching too many 'b' movies. i'm not meeting you inside your head again.' the list clicks its long, thin, pleasingly adrogynous fingers and our surroundings disappear. we are floating. we drift high above a city, yet even from this height we can hear the chattering, the moaning, the screams of ecstasy and fear that pour up from it. a column of numbers flys past my head, narrowly missing me. 'where are we?' 'collective mind of sinister. look, there's kirsten kenyon!' 'where?' i squint through the darkness. 'oh, sorry, i forgot' a wave of the sinister hand and an area of the glowing city below me is transformed. i can see flagstones, a woman playing a mandolin, ash from a cigarette and long, emerald sports car trundling towards a sunset. 'so that's what she looks like'.. 'no, that's the inside of her mind, at this precise moment. its got the edge on yours, you'll notice. not that that comes as any suprise to - we are interrupted by another flying column of numbers. my friend mutters 'sarah fucking clarke....' and doesn't offer to expand on this. 'what's that flashing?' it looks like lightning, from up here. but it can't be. lightning should come from above, where i presume the sky must be - although i can't see it. my friend smiles 'another heart has made the trade' 'pardon' 'somehow, a vital connection is made. you want to look closer?' the sinister list waves its hand again, and we float down towards the city below. to the north, a cloud hangs, delivering a flurry of snow. to the south, i can dimly perceive a thousand deckchairs, an arse in each one. to the east, the tide laps ceaselessly against a new england facade, running through the sea-front buildings, and into the row of bubble-houses behind. we float to the west, towards the desert, and the mountains, and i can hear somebody laughing. a short, deep chuckle. the voice sounds familiar. 'that's you..' the list smiles 'somebody amused you today'... the noise is gone, and is replaced by a bar of song, an intake of breath, a tapping, tapping of computer keys. 'you're playing a bar down there tonight. don't expect anyone to turn up. they've gone across town to see ken chu strip.' can't say i blame them. we touch down in a deserted plaza. a couple of pigeons peck disinterestedly at long-forgotten crumbs: 'hmm... they did leave, then.' i follow that slender-yet-pendulous arse across to an empty cafe, and park myself on the garden furniture outside. the sinister list vanishes into the building, and reappears with a bottle of tequila ('let's just say i know the owner'). he pours us a glass each, and a herd of gazelle sweep across the square. an old woman sits down by me. she offers me a malteser, but i don't accept. from an unseen window, somewhere, a burt bacharach song is playing. the last rays of sun fade from the sky, and we are left, in the darkness, watching the city manifest itself above us, in the darkness, some sort of parade is taking place. ghosts, glowing electric blue as they hovver above our heads. 'the souls of the departed. they'll be back. they always are. until then, there will be others. this part of town will fill up before you know it'. and, with that, a long black limousine pulls up, and a woman in a flamenco dress runs up a staircase to a wooden front door. a fluorescent light shines across the square, and a window opens to let out a burst of latin music. 'she seems like fun' 'oh, she WILL be' i sip my tequila. the flavour of the lime has started to ooze into the liquid, and the hot, sour taste warms my spirits as it has since the first sip... 'does this place ever stop changing?' 'never. the day it does is the day it dies. when the last person leaves, and there are no more encounters to be had. until then, it is always here, for those that want it' i think of the state my mind was in... i prefer it here, watching the elvis impersonators driving their tractors along the street, listening to the Stephen Hewitt Marching Band as it belts out hefner melodies, drinking tequila and knowing that, if i want to, i don't have to think at all, i can just enjoy this world as it unfolds around me. 'can i stay here for a while?' ' as long as you want.. i've got to be going, but you'll find company soon enough. have a good night. oh, and ian?....' '?' 'you got that cigarette money? its not for me, you understand. i have a mission of mercy to attend to. there's a broken-hearted girl in canada and she needs nicotine' 'no, sorry, no change' 'bastard' and my friend is gone. i pour myself another glass, enjoy the warm breeze against my skin and wonder what one has to do to get laid in this place.. ---------------------------------------------- so, from the Sinister City to birmingham. i reckon we'd better do this picnic before the end of march, if we're going to. if its left till april, i'll get all caught up in b&s gigs, and atps and the like. 30th march? sound good? if anybody has an opinion, feel free to share it with me. preferably one about the picnic, but any opinion will do. as long as it isn't 'you're a tosspot' or 'your e-mails are crap', cos i've heard those before. you've all entertained me lately. a couple of replies: madeleine talked about swimming, and the mental space it gives you. she's right. if anybody knows of a good way to avoid filling such space with crap, i'd be keen to hear it. personally, i find myself thinking all sorts of shite, whilst simultaneously trying to clear my head and 'just be'. amazing, how trying to clear your head creates so much clutter. rachel playforth was spot on, as ever, when she said: the japanese have a word 'amae' which describes that warm feeling of being accepted, included and understood by a group of peers. so rare, so amazing when it happens. sinister at its best moments can produce 'amae', i suspect." well, full amae to you, my dear. i'm afraid that quote is partly to blame for the e-mail above. you and yer bloody inspirational thoughts.. and, finally, david hewitt said 'earnest is the new irony' and i really hope that is true. no i do. i mean it. earnestly. au revoir, mon petite salle des bains, and as the buddha once said 'it aint what you do, its the way that you do it, that's what gets results' fuck knows what he meant by that. he was a funny blerk. xx ian ________________________ Tomorrow will bring happiness Or at least, another day Phil Ochs ________________________ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From keleidoscopic at xxx.com Mon Mar 18 06:24:37 2002 From: keleidoscopic at xxx.com (Chris Paluch) Date: Sun, 17 Mar 2002 22:24:37 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: Is the time for spring? In-Reply-To: <20020317214243.52340.qmail@web14501.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20020318062437.33190.qmail@web11206.mail.yahoo.com> Hello sinister, I am extremely happy in a little over a month I will finally get to see B&S after a long period of frustration. I am also seeing the kids in the hall, which I am looking foward to even more. That obsession runs much deeper. Do not get me wrong I am happy about seeing both silly canadians and my favourite recording artists. Though I will never be a doors fan. Luckily being a Belle and Sebastian fan does not require so much. I just wish the world was not falling apart. I do not know why, but why are we at a time when people cannot think, especially those people in positions of power. Sorry for that rant. There has been blue skies though, literally, which is weird for vermont in march, but I am not complaining. Beats tons of snow. Of course I do not ski or snowboard. So I will take the early spring. Chris P. ===== Music like winter. www.mp3.com/sevenstars __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Sports - live college hoops coverage http://sports.yahoo.com/ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From ola1212 at xxx.pl Mon Mar 18 07:25:45 2002 From: ola1212 at xxx.pl (ola szkudlapska) Date: Mon, 18 Mar 2002 08:25:45 +0100 Subject: Sinister: "I, so many times, the wind blows through my eyes." Message-ID: <004d01c1ce4f$3f10fa20$28684cd5@default> ..ooh the wind was quite strong yesterday. in his usual playful mood, too - either pushing me from behind, making me walk with twice my usual speed, or messing up my hair. i don't really like having my hair messed up, but ah well, let the child play; so many people hid from him indoors, he was bound to get bored. the title quote is by a lovely band called Misty Dixon by the way :) dear Sinister, this post will mainly be about walking. walking and Waking Up (*hint*hint* only two more words and.. ;) it was at the end of february i think. i left my winter hibernation behind and started to view things differently(!) the sun has had something to do with it, i'm sure - it has the power to make all things seem worthwhile somehow. i'm being silly perhaps. however, all my low low moods seem to accumulate in the autumn and disappear in spring. not completely, but they seem quite overwhelmed by the unusual brightness and hide deep in my mind. they go to sleep perhaps. /smile/ one moment lingers in my mind. going up the escalator, leaving the dark tube station, hello sunshine! it was warm and lovely, i had 'sleep the clock around' on my walkman, and somehow it was the most appropriate song. i felt i could 'make things happen', as miss zoziepop so nicely put in one of her mails. yay! "there's a lot to be done while your head is still young, lalala" "why aren't you learning at all then?? you'll fail all your exams &THEN you'll have a lot to do!" "oh, but some things (like irc ;) are just so much more funnn.." did i mention that everywhere is full of tulips all of a sudden? it's practically impossible to go out and *not* encounter at least one vendor selling the gorgeous flowers. mmm how lovely :) one late afternoon i was coming back home, passing the horror office block in which my father spends numerous hours working for his stupid boss (who looks like a ball with limbs. gah.) normally the building is navy-blue, sometimes even black, and looking very sombre - but that day it was silvery grey. for a moment it stopped being an unfriendly eyesore, mainly because one could hardly tell it apart from the sky, but still.. i saw 'vanilla sky' on saturday. the film is quite pish, (or maybe it's the fact that i, hmm, let's say 'strongly dislike' tom cruise), but mmm the soundtrack. *says 'mmm' again music obsessives shouldn't go to see movies together, that's the conclusion i arrived at. what happens is that at the end of the film you don't ask the other person if he/she liked it, you go 'hey, was that last song by sigur rós??', and your eyes twinkle with excitement. i was quite sure, but wanted to be HYPERsure, so i made my mate stay to the very end, the actors' names gliding through the screen, crew members, sponsors, i could hardly sit still! but there it was at last, 'njosnavelin' (or 'the nothing song', but 'njosnavelin' just looks so much better ;-) a sigur rós song i had heard just once before wrapped me tightly in that wonderful state i sometimes get when coming back from a good gig. everything seems somewhat irrelevant then; i'm walking home, passing buildings and people, but they can't enter my tiny piece of (un)reality, there's just space for me and the echo of music (oh, and sometimes a stupid grin that gets stuck to my face and won't come off that easily. mm, really stupid.) music can get one drunk better than a good drink, sometimes. oh, and tom cruise saying 'Looper' is quite hilarious too. /laughs/ this got too long, and i have to go! take care everyone (+viva rachels!), olalala ps. apologies to everyone whom i haven't e-mailed (despite saying i would, tut tut). i'm sorry for being awful. psps. special hugs to 2 happy people in the netherlands and secret hugs to a certain person, for whom morning starts way past noon. /smile/ -- Określ Swoje potrzeby - my znajdziemy ofertę za Ciebie! 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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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From R.Playforth at xxx.uk Mon Mar 18 09:50:28 2002 From: R.Playforth at xxx.uk (Rachel Playforth) Date: Mon, 18 Mar 2002 09:50:28 +0000 (GMT Standard Time) Subject: Sinister: slow graffiti Message-ID: reading (and thinking) about belle and sebastian playing live suddenly reminded me of a puzzling incident from my childhood. back in the days before we got those shiny flat tables with metal legs, my school was equipped with proper slanty desks with inkwells and pencil grooves. and a decade's worth of graffiti. in my day the trend was towards decorating your desk with tippex flowers, but there were plenty of traditional scrawls and gouges in the soft wood. one prominent message on my desk read: 'THE WHO Live at the Hammersmith Odeon'. i thought i knew who had written it - a girl called amber in the year above with a taste for black eyeliner and retro rock music. but i was baffled by the actual meaning - i couldn't work out why anyone would state that a rock band lived at the hammersmith odeon. it was obviously some kind of symbolic assertion that i was too uncool to understand. almost involuntarily, i began to imagine the band living in a cinema, sleeping on the seats, setting up their drums in front of the screen, making cups of tea in the huge echoey space. i thought of it as a protest, an occupation, or perhaps they had nowhere else to live, having spent all their money on loose cars and fast women. it wasn't until about a year later that i noticed the correct syntax of the graffiti, that 'live' was an adjective, NOT a verb. this pretty much sums up what a gauche little idiot i was back then and, perhaps, how my imagination made up for it. this morning i wanted to cast lots of crush votes. just because it's raining, and it would make people feel good, and i don't like to think of them writing wonderful posts into a void. but i didn't. i would feel oddly unfaithful (though i don't seem to feel any compunction about flirting rampantly in #sinister, for some reason.) i'll just spread general 'amae' instead (while knowing full well that my definition of that word wasn't quite accurate, but what the hell, it's a foreign word and we can abuse it to our own ends if we like, pretentious melodramatic teens and post-teens that we are.) as i sit behind my slightly claustrophobic desk, on my slightly uncomfortable chair, bored out of my skull already at 9.45am, i am comforted to think of will porter in another library far far away, having unending non-specific sex in his lime green pants. i went to see a play on wednesday featuring a manic-depressive librarian and her love affair with the dewey decimal system. i was hooked straight away. during the course of the play she explained to a chaotic wannabe comedian that the dewey system was beautiful in its inclusiveness, that there was no conceivable subject that didn't find a home within its walls. and that it helped you to see connections everywhere. luv archel xxx ****************** Visit www.buzzwords.ndo.co.uk for the best new writing on the web. 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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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From staralful at xxx.com Mon Mar 18 10:33:10 2002 From: staralful at xxx.com (Jonathan Skinner) Date: Mon, 18 Mar 2002 10:33:10 -0000 Subject: Sinister: hello i'm tim o tei the annoying irish man Message-ID: dear all i hope this finds you all in fine fettle-tis saint paddys weekend and i am here recovering from the delights of green guinness. For me the spring always starts this weekend-summer is in sight the teachers are all in good moods and the sun shines for at least some part of the day. At school it is even considered warm enough to go out to little cuba. For the sake of explanation little cuba is a socialist enclave in our facist regime of school outside where in the late spring/early summer and early autumn we sit through lunch time (And sometimes through class) where we all sit and talk and laugh and play with diablos(Whch is the best hippy invention ever.) This means that in but 8 weeks i will be able to settle into my normal summer regime of sitting in the peace park in town with friends or with a book or just a minidisc and a smile watching people or sat in OZ-CORK of fellini's whilst sipping an esspresso or a hot chocolate whist again people watching. but shpring has shprung and i am in a happy mood at least for a while. There is nothing better than getting of the bus and into the warm streets where people are nice and relaxed only to sit in your favourite park or cafe / coffee house and be relaxed yourself. Wellity wellity wellity only 3 weeks before i gander to paris on a fact finding mission with my brother who being the lucky bastard he is-is moving out there for the summer and maybe more with his cousin so we are going to sit in cafes and loook at apartments and perhaps going sightseeing (well no perhaps about it even though it is a bit of a cliche)-So if anyone is outhere fancy a meet up - we are there from the 18th-23rd april on ridiculously cheap ryanair tickets (? 25 return). so if anyone fancys a post post post post gig meet up perhaps in apark if sunny or in a cafe if not please email me off list. I am so flucking jealous of people going to see belle and sebastian agian-i think they should play dublin (or even better our local community centre ) where i give them my word that we will run background checks on all the audience to make sure there are no tossers like there were in the april of 99 (eek nearly 3 years-scary)-unfortunatly with exams and perhaps that ruddy thing called finances are keeping me from attending any of them even though i have the oppertunity of tickets to the toronto gig which fumes me greatly. I suppose i should really apoligise about my previous post-i did agree with *******carter but it doesn't mean i don't love any of you any less i just get pissed off sometimes with the year i am in etc but all will change in june i hope. Right i suppose i should really get back to *Studying* on this delightful bank holiday where it is raining and i have mild hangover ****Staralful***** ps-see you next weekend E from edinburgh at a certain partay in a certain city after a certain godspeed gig (That is if you still subscribe +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From borokitty at xxx.com Mon Mar 18 11:43:57 2002 From: borokitty at xxx.com (Amy Skelton) Date: Mon, 18 Mar 2002 11:43:57 +0000 Subject: Sinister: fall on your face in those bad shoes... Message-ID: Hello Sinister, Hope everyone is keeping well. Thanks to everyone that responded to my La Tomatina post and apologies to those I haven�t e-mailed in a while - you know who you are. Fernando - of course you should keep fancying going along - you know it makes sense! I made sure I left the house early this morning before the post came. I�m getting a bit scared to open it in case I see another mug shot of myself. Once in a while is o.k. but in two U.K, publications in a week - frightening! The first was a �spot the ball� style competition from the netball games at Frank Morton. This was in a Chemical Engineering journal and thankfully only a few people can work out which one I am saving me from mass embarrassment. Not so lucky with the second one - it�s a full frontal (easy there kids) of me in a hard hat grinning like a loon whilst bricklaying last summer. That was for the Waterway Recovery Group canal camps brochure. For those of you that don�t know WRG is a voluntary group that helps restore canals and it�s loads of fun (grief I�m starting to plug, but it is great and more people should get involved). My only regret is that I can�t drive a JCB excavator for them until I�m 25 - only a few years to go then! If I want to avoid getting those funny pockets under my eyes when I smile then I need to try and put on a false face, but hey nobody likes a faker. Maybe that�s the comedy piccy that I should put on the Sinister web-site. While I'm sitting at the computer I keep finding more cuts on my feet, all from my department ball on Saturday. Being extremely drunk and wearing heels and a P.J. Harvey style dress - a dangerous combination on any day of the year. Back to the design project then... ...Amy _________________________________________________________________ MSN Photos is the easiest way to share and print your photos: http://photos.msn.com/support/worldwide.aspx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From esme at xxx.com Mon Mar 18 13:20:55 2002 From: esme at xxx.com (ee fumblings) Date: Mon, 18 Mar 2002 13:20:55 +0000 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: sinister haikus revealed // week ten // two thousand and two Message-ID: Ive been reading a collection of Japanese senryu poetry. This is how I came to own a Belle Sebastian tea towel. I think. Knowing how to say padova ya padovnayen certainly can't hurt. I said, you are all talk and then action. And then talk again. It's true. God. This internet cafe is playing the most terrible music. I just...can't. On the plane yesterday, I watched the Royal Tenenbaums. Royal Tenenbaums. It lacks something on a inch screen in pan and scan. How twee is that? I'll still buy you a pint when you move to London 'tho. New York, NY told me I'd meet a man with the name David very soon. So far, no good. Where is my David? Will keep you posted (can you wait?). I will ever feel adult. And then I think I won't ever want to. We knew each other well. We could read each other like an open book. He knew when I was too tired or worried to talk reasonably. It was my news site for all the good indie news and album reviews. President's War on Terror in Iraq and God knows where else. Yemen. Miss Madeleine was asking how to occupy your mind whilst swimming. Discussions are lost amid the fray before they really get started. I think. Also it is about how the world is bigger than you think. I haven't told you it before I have, but not from this point of view. Want to prove to those who say you can't have what you want that they are wrong. In my life, things keep getting better and then worse again and so on... York is just too far away. And I got a bit scared, to be honest. Scotland!! The land of Belle and Sebastian!! And she wasn't scary at all. I have faith god is on my side. Were we worried? Well of course we were. I can't remember myself thinking it won't be good, not even once. I went back to Greece and told my mum, and all she did was say okay. And now not only did I have my idea I had some money. Somehow my mum just knows these things because as it turns out she was right. We have booked our tickets for the London and Edinburgh gigs. I would. Right, this must be my most serious post, ironic really. Dear all Sinister is a place which is dear to many people's hearts. B&S's songs and write down how the sung lyrics differed from the published ones. TWELVE Are Frank Lloyd and Amanda related? I think we should be told. It would be nice to have a famous architect in the family. I either think things over in my mind, or I sing songs to myself. TWENTY-FIVE Most of you wouldn't care if I left the list, I know that. MYSTERIOUSLY HAS A SECTION MISSING. I think a sheep ate it. I think a sheep ate it. And I can't remember what I said, either. Punctuation. I mean. When will he be back? From the Czech Republic. So the moral of that story? English teachers need more real-life sex. Dear all Sinister is a place which is dear to many people's hearts. It's good stuff, I got a copy for like off of some used book site. m. LOOK. a bit boyish, maybe, in my monkey-print pajama bottoms. Russian waitress to play one of his aardvarck cd's over the speakers. I was listening to my new and excellent Mum remix cd*. Weighs a ton, too. Still, good cameras age well if you treat them nicely. The play of the light on water as one pours it into a vessel. Yesterday though, i got my Belle and Sebatian ticket through the post. Yorkshire hill. It would be false, but a dramatic pictue anyway. I was missing. Loved Brunswick Street, with all of its faults and vanities. St Pauls waiting for our friends to come out of the exhibition. Adelaide gets no respect, I tells ya. Harumph. That's it, I'm moving. I'm moving. Oh dear, I meant this to be short, and already it's not. PS: I get to see Belle and Sebastian in New York on the 5th. I turned to the French section to look up a word beginning with L. When I looked in my dictionary I looked for J but it wasn't there. There weren't any Js Ks or Ls (I DO know my alphabet). Jeebus, the two of them together could topple empires. Ok. Janet Weiss. Ah, but it's also Sam Coombes. Makin a lovely racket. I don't perpetrate too much of a hipster fraud with my Rock tangent. Benicassim, but I have no information about their past shows. London show was like an amalgam of the Leeds and Nottingham gigs. So I wouldn't hold out much hope of them playing it when you see them. Benicassim, but I have no information about their past shows. Anyway, gonna head just now, and do some stuff before its too late. // ee fumblings // +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From elf-angel at xxx.com Mon Mar 18 03:43:46 2002 From: elf-angel at xxx.com (Bron) Date: Sun, 17 Mar 2002 21:43:46 -0600 Subject: Sinister: scream while you're still heard Message-ID: <5D1CAD72C4590974A97D6AE5ADCB75C5@elf-angel.wildmail.com> and all the gravity fell to my feet shooting stars travelled intertwiningly through their white hairs and the woods of the misunderstood grew thicker fuller greener and filled their mouths with honey the asymetrical and the asexual and the aliens of yore gleamed in sheer unquenched desire at the very whim of caressing my id and all the honey fell to my feet a slow glance to the side ---yeah it was the rushing river that clouded the path of muck ---yeah it was the charming elf-angel who wished me luck. tears absorbed into a naive "haha" kiss me i'm lost ***Sometimes you get shown the light in the strangest of places if you look at it right*** ---Jerry. http://www.care2.com - Get your Free e-mail account that helps save Wildlife! +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. 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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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From pykachu100 at xxx.com Mon Mar 18 16:46:46 2002 From: pykachu100 at xxx.com (Kenneth P Y Chu) Date: Mon, 18 Mar 2002 16:46:46 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Get tea and cakes from here, I'm buying Message-ID: Hello Sinister, I ate a bacon sandwich at work today, and in stark realisation I'd discovered that bacon sandwiches and Belle & Sebastian share the same initials, and they're both great. Not all things B+S are great tho. A few weeks back, whilst I was at work I noticed that my boss came in wearing a shirt that had B.S. written on it... "Wow! My Boss is a fellow BSPD!" I thought, then moments later I worked out that it actaully stood for "Ben Sherman". Speaking of items of clothings.. Our Willy Porter talked about his fashionable Polka Dotted Willy Supporter, and then said.. >>1. Inasmuch as 'you' consists exclusively of you, and 'I' consists utterly >>of me (or is it I?), then 'us' (we?) is really just a kind of aggregate of >>you and I. Chemically speaking, a mixture and not a compound.<< I think it is classed as a compound, when there is bondage involved. My chemistry teacher made me laugh one time when he tried to explain to us the idea of "bond cleavage" in a lesson on NMR spectroscopy (I think), maybe I was being childish when I thought about Porno films, but then, the name of the teacher in question was "Mr. Long". I mean for heaven's sake. Archel Foreplay said: >>one prominent message on my desk read: 'THE WHO Live at the Hammersmith >>Odeon'.. i couldn't work out why anyone would state that a rock band lived >>at the hammersmith odeon.. it wasn't until about a year later that i >>noticed ... that 'live' was an adjective, NOT a verb.<< maybe it wasn't about The Who at all, but it was about the Trinity Hammersmith Evangelists, who live at the Hammersmith Odeon. They live there in order to try and shephard the lost souls away from the evils, of witchcraft movies such as "The Sixth Sense" and "Harry Potter", and thus lead them back onto the path to the good house that is the T.H.E. church. On the doors of most London Underground trains, there's a label that says "Please keep away from The Doors" and once I wondered for a while what their problems with Jim Morrison were, and then I wondered if I was being a bit silly. eeeee fumblings posted - sini digest haiku style - i wasn't in it. I think it's because, my writings are not really.. very haiku-like. Haikus and Red Bulls Ken P.S.: When will Archel Playforth bring forth a nice surprise to us all - discuss. P.S.2.: When will the Rachels, RobBobs, Wills (still there?), Chriss (still there?) bring Ken mixtapes - discuss. X-box: When will Ken send out his Christmas Exchange presents and other tapes - discuss. Gamecube: SOON! I promise. _________________________________________________________________ Send and receive Hotmail on your mobile device: http://mobile.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From samwaltonyeah at xxx.com Mon Mar 18 18:46:49 2002 From: samwaltonyeah at xxx.com (Sam Walton) Date: Mon, 18 Mar 2002 18:46:49 Subject: Sinister: The Twee Garage Revolution Message-ID: Hello sinister. I�ve decided that instead of being a Lazy Poster, which I was previously, I�m now going to be an Active Lurker, not that it matters much. I�m glad I cleared it up though. Now onto far more pressing matters. I was watching Top Of The Pops on Friday. It�s not a regular thing for me � I just happened to be flicking around the channels. Mo� Fire Crew performed some UK Garage tosh, but it was really quite enchanting, because although they�re all probably hard as fuck, drive Audi TTs and rap about Bolly (I think that�s what they were talking about but they�ll never get anywhere if they don�t *annunciate*), they were wearing Sylvester & Tweetie-Pie sweaters and hats, and spent the entire song clutching their nuts. This amused me greatly. Indeed, as another member of this parish remarked to me yesterday, viva the Twee Garage revolution � stand by for a So Solid remix of Shoot The Sexual Athlete. If they don�t do it, I will. You think I�m joking� Indeed, quite apart from Sinister people remarking to me about Twee Garage, yesterday was spent in quite a Sinister mode (how�s that for a segue?). The afternoon was passed at my first Sinister Fitba match, and splendid fun it was too. Deft skills were demonstrated by six listees (or ex-listees � I�m not sure), and I turned up too. It was a hard fought game, and I can say very proudly that the other team won because during the �next-goal-wins-because-all-of-a-sudden-it�s-pissing-it-down-and-I-could-really-murder-a-pint� stage of the game I managed to score an own goal in quite spectacular fashion OFF MY ARSE. Anyway, enough content. Irritatingly, I�ve discovered that the new Travis song is rather good. Peculiarly, it has all the ingredients of any normal Travis song � non-sensical/repetitive lyrics, really naff rhyming and more Byrds-pastiche than you can shake a Aphex Twin record at, but despite all this it�s quite wonderful. I�m slipping, I tell you, I�m slipping � next I�ll be saying that the new Oasis song is good. Irritatingly, the new Oasis song isn�t too repellent either. Mind you then again, I�ve always held a torch that Oasis will one day come good again, and this might just be the time� Enough, I tell you, enough. Love Asm.x ================================ "He's strictly a pain in the ass, but he certainly has a good vocabulary" - Holden Caulfield "He's not the Messiah, he's a very naughty boy" - Mary Cohen _________________________________________________________________ Chat with friends online, try MSN Messenger: http://messenger.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From indigo_blue22 at xxx.com Mon Mar 18 19:15:00 2002 From: indigo_blue22 at xxx.com (Kelly Smith) Date: Mon, 18 Mar 2002 19:15:00 +0000 Subject: Sinister: i've got pictures of you in your underwear... Message-ID: ...no, I haven't really. I just couldn't think of a subject line. Liz Daplyn said: Brixton. Belle and Sebastian IN THA GHETTO, innit. Yes indeed! I am looking forward to hangin' in da 'hood in a couple of weeks. Aye. Speaking of which, (a very weak link, I admit) I have ended up with a spare standing ticket for the Brixton show, so if anyone's interested, please email me. Hopefully someone will, or i'll be forced to pluck up the courage to sell it to a scary tout. Madeleine McNeil said: What does one occupy one's mind with while swimming up and down and up and down the pool? << Then Ken Chu said: I do wonder sometimes too tho what other people think about when they're doing something idle, like sitting on a train. This reminds me of a habit of mine. I like to sit on the tube and carefully survey the row of people sitting opposite me and then invent appropriate names for each of them. Then the train stops at a station, and one of the people i've been watching gets off. Then (the best bit), someone new sits down and I can start all over again. It makes commuting so much more tolerable. Fun, even. The only is problem is that I do tend to stare at people for a little longer than is polite. I'll say goodbye to you all for now. Hopefully I won't get told off for trying to cover up the fact that i'm trying to flog a ticket with a half-arsed post. with love, Kelly _________________________________________________________________ MSN Photos is the easiest way to share and print your photos: http://photos.msn.com/support/worldwide.aspx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From halighhalou at xxx.com Mon Mar 18 20:46:21 2002 From: halighhalou at xxx.com (lindsey baker) Date: Mon, 18 Mar 2002 14:46:21 -0600 Subject: Sinister: nebraska meet up Message-ID: hello sinister. so, ok, the first ever nebraska sinister meet up is set and happening and at least two people will be there. don't you want to be part of this fun? (yes, yes, lindsey, we do!!!) i thought so. (but, when is it and where? however will we get there?) well, it's april 6th, loves. in lincoln. we'll do something when you get here. baker, baker is coming by bus, which i find very brave and dedicated to the cause, but i know the *scenic* routes past cornfields and miles of cattle is titillating. honest. so come. love, lindseylou _________________________________________________________________ Join the world�s largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail. http://www.hotmail.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From i_love_moon at xxx.com Mon Mar 18 20:43:36 2002 From: i_love_moon at xxx.com (Johan Nilsson) Date: Mon, 18 Mar 2002 21:43:36 +0100 Subject: Sinister: denmark my middle Message-ID: (danish) missconnections. last night -you wore a black blouse, white pearls and i think you were demin; dark hair and glasses. i was a little boy in a brown shirt and demin, stomping my hands and and clapping my feet like and indian. you stood next to me before stuart got on stage and before the crowd got me lost. i thought you were the bee's knee's. (american) missconnections. ok i actually thought of putting in a missconnections in san francisco weekly. once i early 2000 i went to this warehouse party in oakland or something that my friend david dragged me to. you didn't like the bands that played there and i can't say i did either. your name was marcella i think. well i'm not sure, i was just a drunken swedish boy. frankly you were the only girl that ever approached me in the states and i cudos you for it, great admirer, i wish i was as brave. it's raining again. "c'mon champ, let's box" - stuart challanges stevie to a match but i don't think anyone noticed, but i thought and it was hilarious, ever noticed that stuart dances like he's rocky balboa ready to knock the lights out of mr t? it looks funny i think. i'm lost. johan ps: (japanese) missconnection; michiyo my friend are you still on this list? i have miss placed your email address :( psII: (american again) missconnections; sam, yah you sam! write me, i won't take you to your prom if you don't write me...! _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From modforpretend at xxx.com Tue Mar 19 01:21:35 2002 From: modforpretend at xxx.com (heather homemaker) Date: Mon, 18 Mar 2002 17:21:35 -0800 Subject: Sinister: a general plea Message-ID: Children, I have been gone from Sinister for many months, but now I have returned. Not that this is of excitement to anyone but myself. Regardless, once I was in Portland, OR (and before that in York, England when I first joined), but now I am in Amherst, MA. I have found it to be a less than pleasant experience to meet persons in the area, as I am no longer a college-sort-of-person and this is a college-sort-of-town. Rather, I am an "afternoon girl" where I receive persons and packages and phone calls and emails for a magazine(it is simply amazing where you can go with a BA these days). I've come to the conclusion that there must be better things to do in the area than sit at home and watch "King of Queens" on a Monday night. So, are any of you kids out here in the Pioneer Valley? Who would consider the possibility of a new friend? Or at least suggest something to do with myself? I thought so. heather AIM: modforpretend _________________________________________________________________ Join the world�s largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail. http://www.hotmail.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From amy.longcore at xxx.com Tue Mar 19 01:49:00 2002 From: amy.longcore at xxx.com (amy.longcore at xxx.com) Date: Mon, 18 Mar 2002 20:49:00 -0500 Subject: Sinister: don't sit under the appletree wiff anyone else but me Message-ID: THIS IS MY FINAL POST TO SINISTER under this email adress. *giggle*, i couldn't help myself. anyhoo. as some of you know or realize, this is my work email adress, and i don't intend to be employed here all that much longer (2 months, maybe). my main home account, dotsandloop at yahoo, was tampered with and i'm unable to access it, so that's out as well. so, you kind readers that added those to your adress books, rid yourselves of those and add, applekins at hotmail.com applekins is cooing and barfing in the nursery yet, waiting for the chance to giggle your names. OH-that reminds me- some of you may recall filling out a little questionaire i put out some months ago that i was going to post on a site for you all to read. well, those were all being held at dotsandloops. so, they are gone forever. i'm sorry i wasted your time. perhaps it was one of you wanting to get at your answers and change them that hacked my email to bits, eh? i'm currently trying to decide wether i should try to get fired, or just wait and quit properly. the getting fired thing has been tempting, just because the possibilities for FUN with it are endless. i'll take any ideas any of you may have. here are my favorites so far: *play "she's losing it" over the network radio and refuse to stop until i'm offered 200 copies of DOWNSIZE THIS and a lifetime supply of clown wigs. *wear a "strap on" with water nozzle and spray passers by with my wet willie. *walk into other offices and randomly yell things like, "gee, yr hair DOES NOT smell terrific!", "that respectful work place training was the shit, wasn't it, bitches?", "if you don't fire me i'm going to staple gun everyone in the room!" *have sex with ken chu on top of every desk. (wow, what a thought!!!) yeah, so, i'm finally going to make that move to lansing i spoke of in my first ever sini post. some friends have bought a nice big home for all of us, and we're going to help pay on the mortgage. oh, bless. our very own commune, of sorts. it's the best idea 'cuz we are all so stable and WANT to be together. i couldn't be happier, except... i'll only be bringing one kitty with me. jack kitty had to be put down last week due to illness and massive seizures. such a sad day. i've been like a grumpy, whining little girl ever since. the vet sent a sympathy card today. if they really wanted to catch someone sniffling and sobbing over their mailbox, well, they should have warned me first. atleast that came along with a zine from dirty vicar. that helped to lighten the blow. all's i have to do is sell my home, and i'm out of here. i'd like to spend the summer working at a book or record shop. i want a student, non-school-type summer. that sounds like bliss. i've already bought new skirts to wear with my sandles, a move that makes me swoon in delight at the thought of not having to follow office dress standards and so on. i can be amy again. and there's not much better than that, right? *wink* CONTENT? i'm a bit dismayed at all the folks asking about the detroit/chicago shows. this means that THEY HAVEN'T BEEN READING MY POSTS. how dare they? and here i am, all excited and stuff. can't say i blame them, since i don't often mention SEX and DRAMA and SUCH. *wink again* i'll try to be more exciting and flirty in the future, right. *stomps* i'll never be popular! the band is on conan o'brian april 26th! no effing way! i have to say thanks to pie for giftage, and to archel for wordage and to kirsten for fun and to mark c for flirting and to vicar for zineage and to everyone who put up with my sadass on #sinister on the bad kitty day...and, finally, to mandee, for never shutting up. hugs to madeleine for being a loved one, and smiles to rest of you lot. love, amyrachelapplejacksKINSlongcore p.s. i now have a pitiful little board/blog type thing you can post with me on. if you are interested in seeing it or posting on it or being linked on it, or whatever, just email amykins at hotmail.com and i'll send you the URL tata! +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From amy.longcore at xxx.com Tue Mar 19 02:27:45 2002 From: amy.longcore at xxx.com (amy.longcore at xxx.com) Date: Mon, 18 Mar 2002 21:27:45 -0500 Subject: Sinister: don't sit under the appletree wiff anyone else but me Message-ID: um, sorry, i gave the wrong email at the bottom of this post. continue to use the first one i mentioned! applekins at hotmail.com *whew* sorry, kids To: sinister at missprint.org cc: Subject: Sinister: don't sit under the appletree wiff anyone else but me THIS IS MY FINAL POST TO SINISTER under this email adress. *giggle*, i couldn't help myself. anyhoo. as some of you know or realize, this is my work email adress, and i don't intend to be employed here all that much longer (2 months, maybe). my main home account, dotsandloop at yahoo, was tampered with and i'm unable to access it, so that's out as well. so, you kind readers that added those to your adress books, rid yourselves of those and add, applekins at hotmail.com applekins is cooing and barfing in the nursery yet, waiting for the chance to giggle your names. OH-that reminds me- some of you may recall filling out a little questionaire i put out some months ago that i was going to post on a site for you all to read. well, those were all being held at dotsandloops. so, they are gone forever. i'm sorry i wasted your time. perhaps it was one of you wanting to get at your answers and change them that hacked my email to bits, eh? i'm currently trying to decide wether i should try to get fired, or just wait and quit properly. the getting fired thing has been tempting, just because the possibilities for FUN with it are endless. i'll take any ideas any of you may have. here are my favorites so far: *play "she's losing it" over the network radio and refuse to stop until i'm offered 200 copies of DOWNSIZE THIS and a lifetime supply of clown wigs. *wear a "strap on" with water nozzle and spray passers by with my wet willie. *walk into other offices and randomly yell things like, "gee, yr hair DOES NOT smell terrific!", "that respectful work place training was the shit, wasn't it, bitches?", "if you don't fire me i'm going to staple gun everyone in the room!" *have sex with ken chu on top of every desk. (wow, what a thought!!!) yeah, so, i'm finally going to make that move to lansing i spoke of in my first ever sini post. some friends have bought a nice big home for all of us, and we're going to help pay on the mortgage. oh, bless. our very own commune, of sorts. it's the best idea 'cuz we are all so stable and WANT to be together. i couldn't be happier, except... i'll only be bringing one kitty with me. jack kitty had to be put down last week due to illness and massive seizures. such a sad day. i've been like a grumpy, whining little girl ever since. the vet sent a sympathy card today. if they really wanted to catch someone sniffling and sobbing over their mailbox, well, they should have warned me first. atleast that came along with a zine from dirty vicar. that helped to lighten the blow. all's i have to do is sell my home, and i'm out of here. i'd like to spend the summer working at a book or record shop. i want a student, non-school-type summer. that sounds like bliss. i've already bought new skirts to wear with my sandles, a move that makes me swoon in delight at the thought of not having to follow office dress standards and so on. i can be amy again. and there's not much better than that, right? *wink* CONTENT? i'm a bit dismayed at all the folks asking about the detroit/chicago shows. this means that THEY HAVEN'T BEEN READING MY POSTS. how dare they? and here i am, all excited and stuff. can't say i blame them, since i don't often mention SEX and DRAMA and SUCH. *wink again* i'll try to be more exciting and flirty in the future, right. *stomps* i'll never be popular! the band is on conan o'brian april 26th! no effing way! i have to say thanks to pie for giftage, and to archel for wordage and to kirsten for fun and to mark c for flirting and to vicar for zineage and to everyone who put up with my sadass on #sinister on the bad kitty day...and, finally, to mandee, for never shutting up. hugs to madeleine for being a loved one, and smiles to rest of you lot. love, amyrachelapplejacksKINSlongcore p.s. i now have a pitiful little board/blog type thing you can post with me on. if you are interested in seeing it or posting on it or being linked on it, or whatever, just email amykins at hotmail.com and i'll send you the URL tata! +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From mmcneil79 at xxx.com Tue Mar 19 11:46:27 2002 From: mmcneil79 at xxx.com (Madeleine McNeil) Date: Tue, 19 Mar 2002 11:46:27 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Nonchalant and Winsome Message-ID: Madames, Monsieurs and tout les autres, So, I finally got my first pair of flares and I do indeed feel TWEE AS FUCK. My flappy trousers legs flop into puddles and need to be dried on the radiator at the end of the day, and I am very close to doing myself a mischief on the stairs. I keep getting my toes caught in the tremendous amount of hem. The missus says I look like a student now, but what she doesn't realise is that students don't look like students anymore, students now look like twentysomething discerning consumers, and twentysomething consumers look like it's still 1992 and why waste your money on new threads when you can get a pint of snakebite and black* at the union for a quid? Oh, born into the wrong era, me. I feel odd and bubbly, having just faffed about in the archives and read a HILARIOUS post from Lucy Alder from a few years back. I'm sitting in the Serious Study room at univeristy and everyone else is being Serious and Studious and I am laughing about what the four marys would have got up to if Bunty had not been called Bunty, but rather somthing else. I'm afraid I cannot say the C word. Lord knows why, as I'm so fuckin foul mouthed about everything else, but there's something about words for *snigger* female genitalia that brings out the prude in me. I blush and stutter and all the rest. Read Lucy's old post as she's better at reclaiming the C word than I'll ever be: http://www.missprint.org/sinister/mhonarc/199911/msg00278.html I hope another reason for my odd chirpiness is the GINSENG that I have just taken. Manchurian, no less. Better than Mancunian, I suppose. I'm fed up of needing several cups of coffee before I can get out of the house. I want ENERGY and BOUNCE and DRIVE and all that stuff. I want to frolic and tumble and play games and fall over my flappy flares. It's time for a brand new me. Is anyone going to this after show malarkey thing in Manchester? I've got tix, but I can't decide. I told a friend of mine that I might go and she got all excited and said "Oh! You can meet the band!" and I told her that I didn't want to really, as I'd feel daft and stuff, but she would not believe me! What's that about, eh? She kept saying "are you telling me that if you had these chance to meet your fave band you wouldn't?" and I kept saying yes, then she kept saying "we'll see" in that annoying way, implying she knows me better than I know myself. THEN she told me that I'll end up being a university lecturer and I said I didn't want to and she said "we'll see". Hmmm. I shall have to see about kicking her arse, I think. Hooray for our Amykins moving to a commune. Good on you, spice girl. Back to nature and all that. I'd live in a commune if it was rilly massive and shaped like a stately home and was in fact a stately home and all my other communal buddies were as cynical and uptight as me and just stayed in their rooms alphabetising books and occasionally emerging to wander to the shops to buy cheese and leopard print head scarves and cigarettes and wine. A vision of heaven indeed. Right, I'm off for my daily dose of stalking. There's a handsome boy whose lecture is due to finish right about NOW and if he should find me nonchalantly smoking a cigarette and staring winsomely into space, he might just say hello. Hooray for teenage crushes. Amour Madeleine *For those of you lucky enough not to know, Snakebite and black is a half cider/half lager mixture with blackcurrant cordial. Yeah, I know. Rank, isn't it? _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From shop at xxx.net Tue Mar 19 16:20:31 2002 From: shop at xxx.net (Katrina House) Date: Tue, 19 Mar 2002 16:20:31 -0000 Subject: Sinister: Norway Festival Confirmed Message-ID: <06dc01c1cf62$555a2400$9426fea9@katrina> Belle and Sebastian have confirmed their appearance at this years Quarts Festival which takes place from the 2nd to 6th July in Norway. The band appear on the Bendiksbukta stage on Friday 5th July. Tickets can be purchased via the festival website at http://www.quart.no or direct from Billettservice at http://www.billettservice.no Cheers, Katrina @ Banchory. banchory press - management - merchandising po box 25074 glasgow g2 6ld scotland email: shop at banchory.net http://www.banchory.net http://www.belleandsebastian.co.uk/home +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From aja2 at xxx.uk Tue Mar 19 16:53:40 2002 From: aja2 at xxx.uk (The grass is always greener on the other side of the iron curtain) Date: Tue, 19 Mar 2002 16:53:40 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Losing my post-virginity Message-ID: <3C976D14.30304@st-and.ac.uk> Eep!, what a scary thought, finally opening my too big mouth and saying something. Well, I suppose I would have tried earlier, if it hadnt taken me 3 months to figure out how to work it. How appropriate that the last post before I broke my silence (by Madeliene) was on the subject of flares. After my first year here in sunny St Andrews, I just didnt feel like a student, so I too invested in a wonderful pair of stupidly flared green chords. Man, these things are just fine, it makes you look like you are floating down the street, cos your feeties are hidden under large raggedy areas of dirty green cordurouy. Here unfortunatley, most people are attempting to look like a Calvin Klein home shopping catalogue, with baseball caps, puffa body warmers and overly tight jeans the order of the day, topped off with a ridiculously large pastel coloured scarf (Pashmina dahling) and some designer underwear hitched up so that I can see where your pants come from when I walk behind you down the street. That is of course, if you havent joined the 'alternative' bat-biters or skateboarders of the "deviant noise society". Gigantic jeans hanging round your arse with the aid of a piece of bike chain are standard issue there, along with a Linkin Park hooded top. Anyway, I'm a fine one to talk, im just a scruff with an obsession for chords. Its nice talking to yous, one of these days I'll pluck up the courage to say something else. Peace, love and kings of convenience all round, Andy X P.S, round our way a Snakebite is called diesel, and you can get it up to a Turbo-diesel by putting a shot of vodka in. Of course, none of that is as foul of the perrenial favourite, guiness and blackcurrant. ARGH! +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From R.Playforth at xxx.uk Tue Mar 19 17:44:35 2002 From: R.Playforth at xxx.uk (Rachel Playforth) Date: Tue, 19 Mar 2002 17:44:35 +0000 (GMT Standard Time) Subject: Sinister: les pastiches de la bourgoisie Message-ID: we trawl the archives, so you don't have to... for all you fans of cheeky parody and self-referential rewrites, there is now an easy way to revisit examples of sinister's favourite pastime: http://www.angelfire.com/indie/pastiches there should be a link from the main sinister page at some point. in the meantime, please email me, preferably with URLs, if you know of any more of these things from our dark and distant past. thanks to all the authors and to H!O!N!E!Y! sorry about the short, uninteresting post. if it helps, i've been stuck in a training seminar all day. so there. luv archel xxx ps. see YOU at tigermilking/camera obscura/brixton/the april brighton picnic/some unspecified future event (delete as applicable) :) ****************** Visit www.buzzwords.ndo.co.uk for the best new writing on the web. 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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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From mary_goodshoes at xxx.com Tue Mar 19 17:54:14 2002 From: mary_goodshoes at xxx.com (Miss Marianna Longmire) Date: Tue, 19 Mar 2002 17:54:14 +0000 Subject: Sinister: guilty as a cocoa bean Message-ID: I was a tap-tap-tapping away at work today when I was suddenly struck down by the urge to post to sinister. Alas, having no net access on my stupid computer meant I couldn't write nonsense and get paid. Although, frankly, some could argue that's exactly what I do every day. But I digress. I really wanted to write to you of the tales of weeks gone by, of strange thoughts in my head and even stranger encounters with peoples in the street. But now, now that i'm here in tottenham court road's easyeverything listening to daniel beddingfield and the smell of rotting armpits is invading my nostrils, i'm stumped. although i will say this. sinister is great. moreover, sinister people are great. there. oooh! and i'm very excited about a couple of things. firstly, spearmint are playing in london. not once, not twice, but three times in april. Y.A.Y! and then my beloved sweet hometown boys sodastream are gracing this fine city as well. what a great month. except for the fact my b+s ticket was (long story) stolen. curses. CURSES! thankyou and goodnight. marianna x _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From zoziepop at xxx.com Tue Mar 19 19:34:43 2002 From: zoziepop at xxx.com (Dimitra Daisy) Date: Tue, 19 Mar 2002 21:34:43 +0200 Subject: Sinister: Picnics and Birthdays (London), Picnics and Gigs (Edinburgh) Message-ID: Hello! London: After much research, some hesitation and some procrastinating, here are London Picnic details: Date: Sunday 24th of March, i.e. this Sunday (apologies to those who think a Saturday picnic would be better, but I�ll only turn 21 once and it happens to be on that Sunday. I am almost guilty for my selfish reasons. But anyway.) Time: 2 pm Place: If sunny, or otherwise nice enough, meet on top of Primrose Hill. If rainy or otherwise too bad, meet at the SpreadEagle, (no one I asked remembered if it is one word or two so take my guess). If you have any queries about how to get there before Sunday, email Greg at gpallis at eidosnet.co.uk, he promised he�ll help you out. If you have any other questions, email me (though I can�t see why you would. You can complain about the picnic being on a Sunday when you will be hangover from Tigermilking and about having to work on Monday.) If Sunday comes and you get lost/have other questions, you can call or even text Greg (07903097867) or me (+30932757685). Bring any crazy kind of stuff you feel like bringing to a picnic. What else� there will be cake and candles, a football game, and Greg teaching people to play Mao (I think). Tip: If you don�t want to be hangover on a picnic day, try drinking but not too much. It works. Edinburgh: After much hesitation and confusion and the suchlike, Sweetie decided to save us from ourselves and take control. So she asked me to tell you there will be a pre-gig meet-up in Edinburgh on the 1st of April. The general plan is: meet at 1 pm at the Scott Monument (very easy to spot), have picnic in Princess Gardens, go to a pub, go to the venue. If you�re coming, please email sweetie_something at hotmail.com and let her know. Bye, see you on Tuesday or on Saturday or Sunday or whenever, Dimitra _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From s_gazzetti at xxx.ar Tue Mar 19 21:23:25 2002 From: s_gazzetti at xxx.ar (=?iso-8859-1?q?sgazzetti?=) Date: Tue, 19 Mar 2002 18:23:25 -0300 (ART) Subject: Sinister: I know you will forgive me for my honesty Message-ID: <20020319212325.56063.qmail@web14407.mail.yahoo.com> If only because that’s playing just now, rather than it's being apt, or not, for what follows. Hello all (or maybe only some ) To borrow a term from Renaissance bronze sculptors, this is what we might call the ‘Lost Wax’ approach to to writing a content-based post; that is, there is no content, but I *am* going to actually mention the band, since I am beginning this post about mid-way through a chronologicathon with all their discs, including The Black Sessions and Bowlie Weekender tapes and everything I’ve got. Apart, sadly, from the latest, since I can’t locate “I’m Waking Up To Us” in the former Yugoslavia nor convince any reputable concern (other than a friend, made through this list, who knows who she is, and that I love her) to ship it to me here. *Sigh*. I will just have to wait two weeks to buy it in Edinburgh, and see for myself. That’s it for the content, folks. Delete now, if you don’t want to read more support for the (apparently) ad nauseum-type diary entry-type posts, so vociferously under attack in recent weeks. On that by-now overtired thread, David Hewitt recently wrote, >>>I've >>>probably got more to apologise for than most, so I'll do so now. Sorry.>>> Shame on you, Mr. Hewitt! You’ve always written from the heart, and that’s what I come here for. Remember: Sinister Means Never Having to Say ‘I’m Sorry’! Much more to my liking was this offering from Lindsey Baker: >>>***i am not, nor will i ever, apologize for the post that is to follow. and on that same note, i heretofore take back any apologies i may have made for any posts i have written, am writing, or will write. i love each and every one of my posts, even if you lot don't. so deal with it. thank you.***>>> (asterisks hers, little wedgie-thingies mine) That’s it! The gauntlet has been THROWN DOWN or something. I know, as do so many better posters before me, that we don’t talk about The List on The List. But I want to go on record as stating that the reason I come here is to learn about other people like me; because even if other B&S fans are not ‘like me’ in terms of sex, race, nationality, job, haircut, shoe-size, savior-faire, I know that they ARE enough like me that I will want to read about details of their day. Because people who love B&S also love words, and they value the power and beauty that words can carry when wielded properly, as we all see every day (I hope) in the music that unites us, that brought us here in the first place. So, while I understand that some might find the ‘diary entry’ sort of post boring, I and obviously many others feel it’s anything but. I come here to feel the *amae*, to see that other like-minded people have similar trivial concerns, fixations, maunderings, worries, and can write about them with passion and feeling and humor and joy (and sometimes despair--as Billy Bragg said, you’ve got to take the crunchy with the smooth) and artfulness. To those who don’t value this, I say, delete me, delete all of us. They just did. I feel better. I love that I can peer in all of your windows, invited, even, and see what you’re studying (Greek? Really? Why?) and eating (toast? Again? But you’re a stick!) and listening to (Low? Sign me up!) and reading (The Great Big Book Of Women Who Were Great--is that a *real* book...?). Checking my Sini-Digest is so much more rewarding than spending equal time staring out my rear window hoping to see if there’s anyone interesting in the opposite flats (although when I do see someone like that, guess who wins? Sorry). But the odds are a lot longer out there than in here, and I value the intimacy that only personal, so-called ‘boring’ posts can muster IN HERE. Thanks to everyone who’s ever posted for sharing your lives, interesting all, with me. Can we please call this thread dead and get back to business? I hope we can. sgazzetti Conectate a Internet GRATIS con Yahoo! 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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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From chippyeileen at xxx.com Tue Mar 19 22:56:57 2002 From: chippyeileen at xxx.com (chippy eileen) Date: Tue, 19 Mar 2002 22:56:57 +0000 Subject: Sinister: minette Message-ID: her name is michelle, but she likes to be called shelley. her mother picked the name, because she thought it was exotic ('i wanted to call her MINETTE but bill wouldn't let me') i am supposed to talk to her while her mother, who is named mary but calls herself maria, talks to my adopted mother, margaret. maria roves east langerston and the surrounding area cutting the hair of various women of leisure. those women that are available between 9 a.m. and 3 p.m. at 3 p.m. maria has to go home and put bill's dinner on. bill likes his dinner on the table as soon as he returns from the factory. this is my first day off from the chippy for a while, but i have little to do with it. it is taking some courage to face the village again. so i am spending the day in my bedroom, with shelley, who doesn't like me. shelley is wearing a denim jacket and a ck t-shirt. she dropped out of sixth form last year and now accompanies her mother as her 'mobile hair service' services the world. or, at least, that part of yorkshire that is ready for her. shelley is looking through my cds "what's this shit?" (it is teenage fanclub) i think about defending my musical taste, but decide not to waste my time. i look at shelley, and wonder how minette would have turned out. i imagine a waif-like french girl, clutching her satchel and running up the steps of the Sorbonne, beautiful brown hair flowing behind her in the wind. minette, in real life, is a little different. she was in the year below me at school. she tells me she remembers me 'because you do remember all the.........' she looks at herself in my mirror, scraping a lock of newly-permed hair to the back of her head, where it forms a pile and cascades to her shoulders. she looks at my short red hair with distaste "who did that?" "my hair?" she puts a stick of gum in her mouth, not offering me one, and wish i could think of something clever to say to her 'i err.... i...i cut it myself'. the only response is a nod and a barely suppressed smirk. i can feel her eyes on me as i pretend to study my duvet. i think minette wants to tell me something, and i try not to be interested in what it might be. eventually, there is a sharp intake of breath and i decide to get in before she does - "shelley.... do you listen to music much?". she seems taken aback. "have you ever sat in the dark, and just played and played and played a record until you can feel it seeping in through your pores, and mingling with your thoughts and feelings, and becoming part of them" minette looks at me as if i had just asked to have sex with her mother. "no". she shuffles, and turns away. "have you ever shut off your mind completely, and only let the music in? has a record ever become such an important part of you that you change forever?" "are you on drugs? mandy althorpe said you were. she said she saw you in leeds one night and you were on drugs" "shelley... just try something." i don't know why i did it. i wanted her to shut up. i wanted her to understand me. i think i wanted her to like me. i looked through my records, and tried to find something that shelley macdonald wouldn't think was "shit". in the end, i decide to put on something i like instead. i put on "geometrid", because i have been listening to it a lot in recent days. i draw the curtains and turn the speakers toward her. "now sit very still, close your eyes, and empty your mind. think of nothing, and try and imagine the music. try and feel it, as it enters your ear, and follow it through your body, and see where it stops, and tell me how it feels." at this point, i expect her to leave. but she suprises me. perhaps it is because she is interested. she would never do this sort of thing with her real friends. she would never do this in front of anyone whose opinion interested her. she would only do it with someone who she regards as an outsider. and, in this small village, there aren't many of those. i think she wants something exciting to happen, although she may not know it. i switch on the album, setting it to skip certain songs (i don't want her telling people i listen to songs about drinking piss. i have to face them again at some point) and i sit back, with my eyes half shut. i can see minette is concentrating. she is holding her breath, and biting her lower lip. she never smiles, but looks as serious as i have ever seen her. and she is mercifully silent. i am regretting my musical choice. i wish i had picked something less fey. i can't imagine a situation where minette would choose to listen to 'these things'. but i'm amazed to see her fingers starting to twitch, her head to wobble a little, and a smile come to those permapursed lips. her fingers twitch again. she's feeling something. maria's voice floats up the stairs "shelley, time to go" shelley snaps out of her reverie. she doesn't look at me. she picks up her coat, and heads for the door. but then she realises she's forgotten the bombshell "i saw andy the other day down the bull.............. he's gay now" as i write this mail, minette - or shelley as i will try and call her - has just left the house. she came back at half-past seven and sat, watching eastenders with margaret whilst i taped the copy of "geometrid" that she had requested. i asked her to say hello to andy from me, and watched her smile to herself, nurturing her new-found knowledge. i wish i could see her face when she realises stuart david is singing "drink piss to cool down your brain". i wish i knew what she was going to do with that tape eileen _________________________________________________________________ Send and receive Hotmail on your mobile device: http://mobile.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From palmerc at xxx.com Tue Mar 19 23:13:45 2002 From: palmerc at xxx.com (Cameron Palmer) Date: Tue, 19 Mar 2002 15:13:45 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: Yelling at Stuart when the Asian Girl passed out In-Reply-To: Message-ID: Just a nit on the song list at the Warfield. The second night B&S did not play a Smith's cover. They did Billie Jean by Michael Jackson. One of the Cloak Check staff said they heard them work it out earlier that day in about an hour. Brilliant. cameron. On Tue, 5 Mar 2002, Dennis Trading wrote: > Newbie here finally finishing up my probationary period... > > Oscar just wanted to say that i am or was or oscillating Morrissey fanatic > as well...but it has waned a great deal. > I did see B&S at the Wilshire back in September and thought my GOD this has > got to be one of the greatest bands around and one of the best all time > shows i've ever seen...eventho they didn't cover a Smiths song or do an > encore..nevertheless they rank right up there with any Morrissey, Suede or > Radiohead concert I've ever been too. > > As for the Coachella bit you are going to...I was tempted but I highly > advise you to just save your money...but then again...Oasis and the Strokes > are playing the same day B&S are so it maybe worth it but I still think > those KROQ dweebs are the scum of the earth > > > >From: Oscar Vivanco > >Reply-To: Oscar Vivanco > >To: sinister > >Subject: Sinister: Yelling at Stuart when the Asian Girl passed out > >Date: Tue, 05 Mar 2002 07:28:54 -0800 > > > >So there I am. At my second B&S show in a row at the Warfield in San > >Francisco, when this tiny Asian girl just ups and passes out. People > >scatter and the band stops playing. Stuart edges up the crowd. "What's > >happened to her?" The band is at attention. She's passed out is the > >general consensus. Security carries her off and I yell out, "You made her > >pass out with that purty voice of yours." He looks at me and nods his > >head. > >Silly Americans he must have been thinking. > >Those two nights they did a Smiths cover, the leader of the pack song, Sly > >and the Family Stone. > >At that point there I decided on my new favorite band. It had been > >Morrissey. Forever it was Morrissey, no question. But B&S did it for me > >that night. And now I contemplate lyrics being tattooed on me. > >"We know you are soft cause we've all seen you dancing > >We know you are hard cause we all saw you drinking from noon > >Until noon again" > >Not really, but its obsession. I even sent away for a tea towel. I live > >in > >America, where I've never even heard of a tea towel, but I have a B at S tea > >towel, and a mug and a mousepad and three shirts and all the posters and > >the > >postcards and everything on vinyl and everything on CD. > >And I'm the boy with the filthy laugh who's flying to Los Angeles and paid > >$143 for a two day festival to see B&S play for an hour or two. $100 for > >the plane, $75 for a rental, $100 for a hotel, $8 a bottle for water and > >you > >have the happiest boy for just under $500 for a two day weekend, not to > >mention that I only work on the weekends so blaggh. > >So I will confess to you > >this is my first post ever and I don't know how much longer I can hold no > >one's attention. > >Oscar Love > > > >+-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ > > +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ > > To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. 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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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From zoziepop at xxx.com Tue Mar 19 23:42:42 2002 From: zoziepop at xxx.com (Dimitra Daisy) Date: Wed, 20 Mar 2002 01:42:42 +0200 Subject: Sinister: Picnics and Birthdays (London), Picnics and Gigs (Edinburgh) Message-ID: Yes, I know. I got Sweetie's adress wrong. I was bound to get something wrong with the computer crashing 4 times. I'm sorry. Anyway it is something_sinister at hotmail.com and I'm sure about it this time. 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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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From ianwatson at xxx.uk Tue Mar 19 23:58:36 2002 From: ianwatson at xxx.uk (Ian Watson) Date: Tue, 19 Mar 2002 23:58:36 +0000 Subject: Sinister: minette Message-ID: I used to have a cat called Minette. It is French for kitten. There's logic in there somewhere. ---------- >From: "chippy eileen" >To: sinister at missprint.org >Subject: Sinister: minette >Date: Tue, Mar 19, 2002, 10:56 pm > > >her name is michelle, but she likes to be called shelley. >her mother picked the name, because she thought it was exotic ('i wanted to >call her MINETTE but bill wouldn't let me') >i am supposed to talk to her while her mother, who is named mary but calls >herself maria, talks to my adopted mother, margaret. > maria roves east langerston and the surrounding area cutting the hair of >various women of leisure. those women that are available between 9 a.m. and >3 p.m. at 3 p.m. maria has to go home and put bill's dinner on. bill likes >his dinner on the table as soon as he returns from the factory. > >this is my first day off from the chippy for a while, but i have little to >do with it. it is taking some courage to face the village again. >so i am spending the day in my bedroom, with shelley, who doesn't like me. > >shelley is wearing a denim jacket and a ck t-shirt. she dropped out of >sixth form last year and now accompanies her mother as her 'mobile hair >service' services the world. or, at least, that part of yorkshire that is >ready for her. > >shelley is looking through my cds > >"what's this shit?" (it is teenage fanclub) > >i think about defending my musical taste, but decide not to waste my time. >i look at shelley, and wonder how minette would have turned out. i imagine >a waif-like french girl, clutching her satchel and running up the steps of >the Sorbonne, beautiful brown hair flowing behind her in the wind. > >minette, in real life, is a little different. she was in the year below me >at school. she tells me she remembers me 'because you do remember all >the.........' >she looks at herself in my mirror, scraping a lock of newly-permed hair to >the back of her head, where it forms a pile and cascades to her shoulders. >she looks at my short red hair with distaste > >"who did that?" > >"my hair?" she puts a stick of gum in her mouth, not offering me one, and >wish i could think of something clever to say to her 'i err.... i...i cut it >myself'. > >the only response is a nod and a barely suppressed smirk. > >i can feel her eyes on me as i pretend to study my duvet. i think minette >wants to tell me something, and i try not to be interested in what it might >be. eventually, there is a sharp intake of breath and i decide to get in >before she does - > >"shelley.... do you listen to music much?". she seems taken aback. "have >you ever sat in the dark, and just played and played and played a record >until you can feel it seeping in through your pores, and mingling with your >thoughts and feelings, and becoming part of them" > >minette looks at me as if i had just asked to have sex with her mother. > >"no". she shuffles, and turns away. > >"have you ever shut off your mind completely, and only let the music in? >has a record ever become such an important part of you that you change >forever?" > >"are you on drugs? mandy althorpe said you were. she said she saw you in >leeds one night and you were on drugs" > >"shelley... just try something." > >i don't know why i did it. i wanted her to shut up. i wanted her to >understand me. i think i wanted her to like me. i looked through my >records, and tried to find something that shelley macdonald wouldn't think >was "shit". in the end, i decide to put on something i like instead. i put >on "geometrid", because i have been listening to it a lot in recent days. i >draw the curtains and turn the speakers toward her. > >"now sit very still, close your eyes, and empty your mind. think of >nothing, and try and imagine the music. try and feel it, as it enters your >ear, and follow it through your body, and see where it stops, and tell me >how it feels." > >at this point, i expect her to leave. but she suprises me. perhaps it is >because she is interested. she would never do this sort of thing with her >real friends. she would never do this in front of anyone whose opinion >interested her. she would only do it with someone who she regards as an >outsider. and, in this small village, there aren't many of those. i think >she wants something exciting to happen, although she may not know it. > >i switch on the album, setting it to skip certain songs (i don't want her >telling people i listen to songs about drinking piss. i have to face them >again at some point) and i sit back, with my eyes half shut. > >i can see minette is concentrating. she is holding her breath, and biting >her lower lip. she never smiles, but looks as serious as i have ever seen >her. and she is mercifully silent. i am regretting my musical choice. i >wish i had picked something less fey. i can't imagine a situation where >minette would choose to listen to 'these things'. but i'm amazed to see her >fingers starting to twitch, her head to wobble a little, and a smile come to >those permapursed lips. her fingers twitch again. she's feeling something. > >maria's voice floats up the stairs "shelley, time to go" > >shelley snaps out of her reverie. she doesn't look at me. she picks up her >coat, and heads for the door. but then she realises she's forgotten the >bombshell > >"i saw andy the other day down the bull.............. he's gay now" > > >as i write this mail, minette - or shelley as i will try and call her - has >just left the house. she came back at half-past seven and sat, watching >eastenders with margaret whilst i taped the copy of "geometrid" that she had >requested. i asked her to say hello to andy from me, and watched her smile >to herself, nurturing her new-found knowledge. > >i wish i could see her face when she realises stuart david is singing >"drink piss to cool down your brain". > >i wish i knew what she was going to do with that tape > >eileen > > >_________________________________________________________________ >Send and receive Hotmail on your mobile device: http://mobile.msn.com > >+-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ > +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ > To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe > send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to > majordomo at 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 +-+ > +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ >+-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From ianwatson at xxx.uk Wed Mar 20 00:00:52 2002 From: ianwatson at xxx.uk (Ian Watson) Date: Wed, 20 Mar 2002 00:00:52 +0000 Subject: Sinister: guilty as a cocoa bean Message-ID: Erk..two from me in as many minutes. I saw Sodastream about five weeks ago in Melbourne. They were wonderful. If you're thinking that you might be around and you might want to go, you should go. Really...just fantastic. ---------- >From: "Miss Marianna Longmire" >To: sinister at missprint.org >Subject: Sinister: guilty as a cocoa bean >Date: Tue, Mar 19, 2002, 5:54 pm > >I was a tap-tap-tapping away at work today when I was suddenly struck down >by the urge to post to sinister. Alas, having no net access on my stupid >computer meant I couldn't write nonsense and get paid. Although, frankly, >some could argue that's exactly what I do every day. But I digress. I really >wanted to write to you of the tales of weeks gone by, of strange thoughts in >my head and even stranger encounters with peoples in the street. But now, >now that i'm here in tottenham court road's easyeverything listening to >daniel beddingfield and the smell of rotting armpits is invading my >nostrils, i'm stumped. > >although i will say this. sinister is great. moreover, sinister people are >great. > >there. > >oooh! and i'm very excited about a couple of things. firstly, spearmint are >playing in london. not once, not twice, but three times in april. Y.A.Y! and >then my beloved sweet hometown boys sodastream are gracing this fine city as >well. what a great month. except for the fact my b+s ticket was (long story) >stolen. curses. CURSES! > >thankyou and goodnight. > >marianna x > > > > > >_________________________________________________________________ >Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp. > >+-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ > +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ > To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe > send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to > majordomo at 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 +-+ > +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ >+-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From benapps at xxx.com Wed Mar 20 10:32:24 2002 From: benapps at xxx.com (Ben Apps) Date: Wed, 20 Mar 2002 10:32:24 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Reporting back from ChupenhaKen Message-ID: Hello there! Even though this is Ben's e-mail address, this is Rachel Fruitloop writing presently. Ben and I are at his mum's house in Derbyshire, typing this on brother Willz computer (thanks!) because we couldn't wait to report back on the B&S gig in Copenhagen. Our adventure began on Friday, which was actually barely 24 hours since I had arrived in London. That night we met up with lots of lovely Sinister people at Ye Olde Cheshire Cheese in celebration of Mark Casarotto's birthday. That night it was apparent that Mark truly is the Lord of Smut! He is extremely charming so he can get away with it. We also met up with other Sinister folk like Jeremy, Mariana, Paul Field, Liz Daplyn, Ken Chu and many more. Then, we all made our way over to the Betsey Trotwood for some dancing at Track & Field, where we met up with Cola Cube Cay. It was a super cool time. Liz Daplyn was lovely enough to lend me her trainers on the walk home as I was learning the hard way how very little I walk in Los Angeles and it was quickly taking its toll on my feet! No sleep that night! We arrived back at Ben's just in time to pack our bags and catch our bus to Stansted, where we caught our flight to Copenhagen. In Copenhagen, riding on city buses for a hobby wasn't really an option, as every time we tried to get help finding our way and inadvertantly caught the same bus driver who didn't know what we were talking about at all! Most everyone there spoke english very well, which was impressive. It is a lovely city, very cold, but clean and the people there are friendly and ride bikes everywhere. (A real novelty to me!) The afternoon of the gig, we went to THE Scottish Pub (that's what it's really called!) with Ulla the Ullastrator, Katie Cheeriodle and her boyfriend Jeremy, and Becky Wright. I'll never forget how GRATE it was sitting there in this pub while the sounds of If You're Feeling Sinister played just for us! The entire album, no less! We all ventured out of the pub to catch a bus to the venue, but it was a bit trickier than we liked and at this point what I thought was the answer to my fashion blues (a pair of smart boots that are suitable for driving but NOT walking) had now rendered me crippled and I was barely able to limp let alone walk much at all. We saw some confused looking yet smartly dressed kids and Ben asked them if they were going to see B&S, and they excitedly said yes. The five of them were from Sweden and were having the same trouble finding the appropriate bus. So the whole lot of us cut to the chase and hired 3 taxis to the venue. The venue was fairly small and we positioned ourselves closer than I had dreamed we'd be! Jim Purple Trousers distributed his spunk to all who were willing to receive it (Spunk being a lovely candy he discovered while there in Denmark!) The opening act was Eugene Kelly formerly of Eugenius and the Vaselines, who claimed to know everything. So Jim asked if he knew what the score was of the Scottish League Cup Final, but he didn't know the answer. However, someone shared that the Rangers beat Ayr United 4-0! Sorry Stuart! When B&S took the stage, Stuart claimed to be feeling ill, we wondered if this outcome anything to do with it! The show was brilliant, and throughout the set, Ben wrote down the song names on a slip of paper on my shoulder! But after the show, Jim produced from nowhere, the official setlist and we cheered! the setlist was: Sleep The Clock Around Dirty Dream #2 The Magic Of A Kind Word My Wandering Days Are Over Judy And The Dream of Horses Jonathan David Wandering Alone The Model Don't Leave The Light On Baby Simple Things The Boy With The Arab Strap We Rule The School Family Tree Waking Up To Us There's Too Much Love The Wrong Girl Dog On Wheels Legal Man During The Wrong Girl, Stuart called these two boys onto the stage to dance. These two had been trying to start a "mosh pit" near the front and were visibly pissed out of their minds! These boys were terribly excited and one of them fell off the stage a couple of times and couldn't really stand up. Then he rushed back towards Chris and Isobel and was swiftly escorted off the stage, leaving his buddy to dance solo. This fellow danced his heart out, and at the very end he pulled his t-shirt off to reveal a B&S apersand shirt underneath and it was quite a spectacular finale! I'd have to say that the experience was quite impressive as a whole, and very romantic, too! I am one lucky girl! This is Ben. Hi. Yeah, what she said. Bye then! Love from Ben and Rachel _________________________________________________________________ MSN Photos is the easiest way to share and print your photos: http://photos.msn.com/support/worldwide.aspx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From aja2 at xxx.uk Wed Mar 20 10:52:41 2002 From: aja2 at xxx.uk (The grass is always greener on the other side of the iron curtain) Date: Wed, 20 Mar 2002 10:52:41 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Ticketmaster Message-ID: <3C9869F9.9050900@st-and.ac.uk> Hello! I don't know if anyone else has had problems with ticketmaster, but I phoned up and the lovely mark told me that something "went bananas" about a lot of orders for the gig. Anyhoo, if, like me you still await your precious ticket, apprantely they will be with you by next monday at the latest. Or so they say... Suspiciously, Andy X +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From samwaltonyeah at xxx.com Wed Mar 20 11:21:11 2002 From: samwaltonyeah at xxx.com (Sam Walton) Date: Wed, 20 Mar 2002 11:21:11 Subject: Sinister: List abuse. Sorry. Message-ID: Aloha Sinister. Here comes some list abuse. I hope the mums will forgive me for this brief naughtiness. It's a long shot, but does anybody have a spare ticket to see The Strokes at Brixton Academy on the 28th March? You, yes you, could make me a very happy boy. If anyone can help, please email me offlist. See some or fewer of you on Sunday at the picnic, or maybe at Tigermilking... love Asm.x ================================ "He's strictly a pain in the ass, but he certainly has a good vocabulary" - Holden Caulfield "He's not the Messiah, he's a very naughty boy" - Mary Cohen _________________________________________________________________ Chat with friends online, try MSN Messenger: http://messenger.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From srw2 at xxx.uk Wed Mar 20 12:15:26 2002 From: srw2 at xxx.uk (Susan Rennie Williamson) Date: Wed, 20 Mar 2002 12:15:26 +0000 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: corduroy Message-ID: Hi, this is my first post, and I don't feel so scared now there is someone else from st. andrews... feels like home now. Anyway, I just bought a pair of burgundy cord flares on my overdraft and they're lovely. The belt loop broke in the shop but i bought them anyway. First pair of cords i've had since i was 8. Anyway, I hope I'm not boring you with my drivel. Can't wait til April 1st! suze x +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From johnw at xxx.com Wed Mar 20 15:38:39 2002 From: johnw at xxx.com (John T. Cat, Esq.) Date: Wed, 20 Mar 2002 10:38:39 -0500 Subject: Sinister: New York Ticket trade Message-ID: <000b01c1d025$4ed2f4e0$f909040a@ops.about.com> Does anyone have 2 floor tickets for the Monday show that they can trade for my 2 floor tickets for the Sunday show? Thanks, John johnw at about-inc.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From Bertrand.Caron at xxx.se Wed Mar 20 15:55:01 2002 From: Bertrand.Caron at xxx.se (Bertrand Caron) Date: Wed, 20 Mar 2002 16:55:01 +0100 Subject: Sinister: setlist of the gig in Stockholm yesterday Message-ID: <3C98B0D5.13BCFE42@uab.ericsson.se> Hi, Did anybody got or wrote the setlist of the songs played by B&S yesterday in Stockholm? I can't remember everything they played. Anyway the concert was great even if I was extrimely afraid to be disapointed as I have been waiting for the oportunity to see them for so many years and as I usually hate concert in large venues but it was just perfect. -- "To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering one must not love, but then one suffers from not loving. Therefore, to love is to suffer, not to love is to suffer, to suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love, to be happy then is to suffer but suffering makes one unhappy, therefore to be unhappy one must love or love to suffer or suffer from too much happiness. I hope you're getting this down." Woodie Allen (Love and Death 1975) +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From adevens at xxx.edu Wed Mar 20 11:09:16 2002 From: adevens at xxx.edu (adevens at xxx.edu) Date: Wed, 20 Mar 2002 11:09:16 US/Eastern Subject: Sinister: um .ie and stuff Message-ID: <200203201609.g2KG9GK09342@college.antioch-college.edu> hi all, i haven't written in ages but i've meant to, i'm just bad. i'm in ireland for spring break, in dublin, if anyone who is here wants to meet or if anyone knows a good record shop here or neet stuff to do, email me :-) later skater, arik +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From lokar20 at xxx.com Wed Mar 20 18:26:07 2002 From: lokar20 at xxx.com (Matthew Henderson) Date: Wed, 20 Mar 2002 12:26:07 -0600 Subject: Sinister: what is the king's favourite cereal? Message-ID: KING VITAMIN! So, how is everyone today? That's good. Or not, depending on how you answered the question. Please, tell me about it while I feign interest. I'm only joking. You know I love you. I'm back in Mobile, Alabama now. Well, I have been for a few days, but anyway. I'd like to give thanks to those sinisters that showed me a smashing time: sarah, sweetie, the former archbishop of Glasgow (and regent of scotland for a time), and danny. Cheers to you all, and thanks for the drinks. So I'm supposed to be in my Ethics of Cyberpunk class right now, but I'm not going. I was supposed to do a proposal for the big paper, but I realized last night, whilst trying to find sources, that it's just stupid. Every essay we've read is just stating the obvious...in big words. I just don't buy that Lawnmower man was meant as a post-modernist parable of any sort. In fact, I don't see the relevance of postmodernism, posthumanism, and postfuturism at all. Who cares? Why is this important? There is just no way to justify a crap movie like Lawnmower Man. Yes, big corporations rule the world. Okay, the net is the avenue of the future. Soon, we'll have technological implants. But all I have to do is read the damn book or watch the damn movie to understand that. Why read hundreds of pages of critics and authors to say this, only in a pretentious manner? So yes, I might drop that class. Maybe I'm just lazy. Instead, I decided to watch my newly purchased Rings around the World DVD. Aaah, the joys of life. Other big Matt news...I have a date! Yes! She is quite possibly the only other person in my area code to own (and wear) a belle and sebastian shirt! How impressive is that? But I've never been on a proper date, so I don't know what to do. What music should I play when I pick her up? Should I act all suave and nonchalant? Or should I try to be romantic and bring her a flower or some old cliche from the vaults? What should I dress like? oooh, I wish things were easier. I wish we all had some sort of birthmarks on us, and when we found the other person with the same birthmark, we would know they are our mate for life. No matter what we do, they'd still love us, and we wouldn't have to worry about appearances or wonder if they like us and all that jazz. Wouldn't it just be easier? I also have a band. We're playing our first gig on April 20th! and we have an EGGSHAKER!!! it's so exciting. We were called Elephant's Gerald, but that's taken, so we went with the name I preferred, Charging Chuck and the Tanuki Suits. And we're playing Judy and the Dream of Horses. That counts as content. Well, less than two months away from the US shows. I'd better get my car fixed. And remember, Don't let your chicken fingers be made by the hands of oppression. -Matt _________________________________________________________________ Chat with friends online, try MSN Messenger: http://messenger.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From fbrito at xxx.br Wed Mar 20 21:37:20 2002 From: fbrito at xxx.br (Fernando Brito) Date: Wed, 20 Mar 2002 18:37:20 -0300 Subject: Sinister: And all I KEN do is hand it to CHU and his latest trick Message-ID: Please don't get mad at me Ken... Hello, sinister! How are you doing?! I'm great, thanks! I've read about the picnic this Sunday. I wish I was there to meet you beautiful people! If things go well I'll be meeting you this summer! Mow asked about B&S setlists. I have read, or heard, or maybe just dreamed, that they use to play some local songs wherever they go, e.g., here in Brazil they played two Mutantes songs and when they went to Japan they played a japanese traditional song. So it's not impossible that they'll play Strokes in NY and Rush in Canada! Speaking of Mutantes, for those who never heard about this band that influenced not only B&S but dozens of others, they're gonna be in a couple of pages of the next Mojo magazine. Ken wrote about BS initials. I've never noticed that until he wrote, but actually my last two initials are BS! Well, as a matter of fact my full name is Luiz Fernando Brito da Silva, the "da" means "of", it's like "von", just like Ludwig von Beethoven, so it's not really part of my name. Anyway, my initials are LFBS!! And in the next months I'll have to open a firm because my bosses don't want to pay the extorsive taxes for a well paid employee, so they will hire my firm as an independent consulting company! Now, I'm thinking about name this firm "BS", so that if someone says "Oh, I got it! BS means Belle and Sebastian!", I can say "No! It's my two last initials!". And if someone says "Does BS mean Brito da Silva?" I can reply: "Nope. It's Belle and Sebastian! I love them!". And by doing it I can stick with my disappointing-people-mania (is there a name for this?!)!!! Speaking of my full name, I bet there's no one else in this list with a name that is longer than mine! And now for those who think my name is too complicated, take a look at this: > Pedro de Alcântara Francisco Antônio João Carlos Xavier de Paula Miguel Rafael Joaquim José Gonzaga Pascoal > Cipriano Serafim de Bragança e Bourbon This is just the full name of Pedro I, the first emperor of Brazil, the guy who declared our independence. You see, at least my name is not the most weird! Having said that, I must ask for all brazilian sinisters to show up. Up to now I've only talked with two of you, I know we are at least twelve. Where are you? Don't be afraid if you're shy, if you'll meet me then you'll know what's REAL shyness! Kisses and hugs! Fernando Brito +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From wasabibrigade at xxx.com Wed Mar 20 23:27:05 2002 From: wasabibrigade at xxx.com (Jennifer Fang) Date: Wed, 20 Mar 2002 15:27:05 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: NYC tickets help In-Reply-To: <20011130210500.6221.qmail@web14603.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20020320232705.21414.qmail@web12708.mail.yahoo.com> hi all, i'm desperately searching for a ticket to the belle and sebastian may 5th nyc show. i'm flying out from portland to see them in philadelphia and was hoping to catch them in new york too. please email me if you can help! cheers! jennifer __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? 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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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From modforpretend at xxx.com Wed Mar 20 23:57:46 2002 From: modforpretend at xxx.com (heather homemaker) Date: Wed, 20 Mar 2002 15:57:46 -0800 Subject: Sinister: And all I KEN do is hand it to CHU and his latest trick Message-ID: Now then. Mr. Brito suggested that he might own a small business and name it BS, which, of course would be rather lovely and all. However, if he were to do any international businness, say with the English speaking part of the international business world, he might get some interesting comments. As most of us native speakers know, of course, BS is short for bullshit. And that's hardly a suitable name for a company. But then again, given the premise of purpose of starting the business (i.e. saving money), maybe it is correct! Another note Mr. Brito brought up is the way in which our beloved group like to sing songs for the region that they are in. I know that when they played in Portland last year, as Im sure many of you remember, Stevie played a lovely little song that he wrote just about the city. It was quite nice and made us feel rather special. I even have a copy of it. Sadly, it is on a mini-cassette tape and I have no way of putting it in any other format. Does anyone in the western mass/general new england region have a way of transferring mini-cassette to a more suitable for listening format? Finally, all of the talk about the upcoming shows here on the east coast are making me all queasy. I mean, at first, when I heard Boston was sold out, I just told myself that it was okay, because I've already seen the band once and I mustn't be greedy. But now I am feeling greedy. I realize that several requests have come up recently, but I'll put in mine as well. Does anyone know about tickets available for any of the shows out here (pref. Boston)? I didn't think so. Thanks anyway. heather _________________________________________________________________ Send and receive Hotmail on your mobile device: http://mobile.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From gummi at xxx.net Thu Mar 21 00:08:08 2002 From: gummi at xxx.net (=?iso-8859-1?Q?Gu=F0mundur_J=F3hannsson?=) Date: Thu, 21 Mar 2002 00:08:08 -0000 Subject: Sinister: Dirty Dreams #2 in Copenhagen Message-ID: <000601c1d06c$7bae7240$6400000a@gummijoh> Hello all! Came home on monday after going to Copenhagen for my first B&S gig ever! I am lost for words.. i dont know if the gig was a bad b&s.. and I dont really care as I had the best time of my life, simply outstanding!! No need to say more! just wanted to share with you this fact! Best! GJ, iceland +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From municipalpool at xxx.com Thu Mar 21 17:55:45 2002 From: municipalpool at xxx.com (patrick doyle) Date: Thu, 21 Mar 2002 17:55:45 +0000 Subject: Sinister: list abuse....but good abuse, none the less! Message-ID: Hello sinesterians, me and Jenna have just finished our website and just thought you might like to have a look around. The site includes photos from Belle and Sebastian's QMU gig in Glasgow from December 2001, so....what are you waiting for? GO LOOK AROUND, at the marvellous spectacle that is: www.geocities.com/municipalpool Cheers Patrick Doyle _________________________________________________________________ Chat with friends online, try MSN Messenger: http://messenger.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From robyncm at xxx.edu Thu Mar 21 23:25:37 2002 From: robyncm at xxx.edu (Robyn Hesser) Date: Thu, 21 Mar 2002 16:25:37 -0700 Subject: Sinister: Yipee, out of the Nursery at last Message-ID: <3C9A6BF1.43CBCCA4@holly.colostate.edu> Hello Everyone! I am new at this, having just been released from the nursery. I am also relativly new to B&S, having just discovered them a few months ago. I am wondering if any of you are from Colorado, particularly the northern area namely Fort Collins. I live there (yeah) and am studying Art. Anyway, that's a bit about me. Sorry, it's not very interesting yet. I'll work on it. Cheers! Bynnic +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From ettirgam at xxx.com Fri Mar 22 05:54:34 2002 From: ettirgam at xxx.com (marikka) Date: Thu, 21 Mar 2002 21:54:34 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: normandy in june Message-ID: <20020322055434.15257.qmail@web13904.mail.yahoo.com> it seems to be that i last wrote in august. i feel awful, almost as awful as when i forgot to write to my friend in mongolia to tell her that i had in fact graduated, visited europe, and found myself a job and a new home. well, the new job and new home are no longer new. i am posing as a workaholic (very strange word as it probably should be workic, which doesn't sound nearly as catchy), hiding from one potential suitor, and battling a mild not-so real crush on a kid at work. he garners the title of "the kid" simply because he is eight months younger and graduated from high school and college a year after me. and the potential suitor is ghastly, but i think he has finally realized that i do not want to talk to him. i don't know if i could ever really be attracted to someone who said, "i grew out of my belle and sebastian phase years ago." i am much more comfortable with people who have never experienced the band and even those who simply do not like them. but someone who has grown beyond them? why would he even want to spend time with someone who cannot escape their grip? i drive to work and then my failing tape deck will work and allow me to hear the voices of stuart and stevie. i love stevie. i've loved stevie since i first heard TIJAMRS: "stevie's full of good intentions." don't know why exactly, but preference can rarely be adequately described. and then, why doesn't the kid leave his girlfriend in santa barbara? of course, that would be weird. i am in some weird technical way his supervisor, which seems wrong. i might nearly be twenty-four, but i am not old enough for them to trust me with that much responsibility, not really. not when i want to live in southwestern france for a few months before i am thirty. but is it fair to call a mild attraction a crush? i have been debating this. am i attracted to him or to his qualities? does that qualify as a crush? it doesn't feel like other crushes, which worries me for a number of reasons. and is it possible to separate a person's qualities from the person? my situation is not helped by my friend, who is aware of the situation, will say on many occasions "i really like him," as if she is actually approving of my choice. if she only knew about the ones in the past, i even shake my head in dismay at those choices. i feel like a recovering addict. i feel like i left one long-term relationship and replaced it with another, and then got rid of the last one. i recently beat an obsession with belle and sebastian. i hit a point where of my ten cds at work, five of them bore the name belle and sebastian. during this point, i was seriously considering travelling to austin, texas just to see the band again, but then the kid i have the sort-of crush on convinced me that i should go to france. of course, he isn't going with me, he leaves this weekend and i leave in may. so, belle and sebastian was replaced with elliott smith. if i had more cds, i would probably go to low next, as if any of this is healthy for a girl who is sleep-deprived, trying to learn german in one class per week, and who has to go out in the rain tomorrow and saturday to drag this weird little box over the ground to see if there are any tanks in the ground. i would apologize for content issues, but i've been away, dealing with life, work, and trying to read books fast enough so that i don't get any library fines. one important question...what is the coachella festival like? second question...is it worth going to, or am i going to end up hating the people around me for not understanding why i love the band? marikka. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Movies - coverage of the 74th Academy Awards� http://movies.yahoo.com/ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From carmellie at xxx.com Fri Mar 22 07:12:03 2002 From: carmellie at xxx.com (Carmellie) Date: Thu, 21 Mar 2002 23:12:03 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: normandy in june In-Reply-To: <20020322055434.15257.qmail@web13904.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20020322071203.10843.qmail@web11605.mail.yahoo.com> Marikka--I wish I had an answer to all of your questions...but I don't. Sorry! > i don't know if i > could ever really be > attracted to someone who said, "i grew out of my belle > and sebastian phase > years ago." This statement = RUN! I hate people who act superior in a way because they have *grown* out of things that seem childish to them. Well you know what? at least it's not pretentious! > i drive to work and then my failing > tape deck will work and > allow me to hear the voices of stuart and stevie. i > love stevie. i've loved > stevie since i first heard TIJAMRS: "stevie's full of > good intentions." don't > know why exactly, but preference can rarely be > adequately described. I know what you mean! Stevie is probably my favorite--well, actually that's hard to say. I actually love that whole section of TIJAMRS: "Richard's into rock and roll, Stuart's stayin' in 'cos he thinks it's a sin that he has to leave the house at all"...I love the way it sounds. Do you ever love certain words just because the way they sound? Hmm..i do. > leave in may. so, belle and sebastian was replaced > with elliott smith. good pick! he's my favorite artist! (then belle and sebastian are my favorite band--there IS a difference!) Well, that didn't have much content either, but I thought I'd throw in my 2 1/2 cents and try harder to not be such a lurker. Carmel ===== "I want Poetry and Music and some laughs And I don't think it's an awful lot to ask" &&&&Belle&Sebastian&&&&& __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Movies - coverage of the 74th Academy Awards� http://movies.yahoo.com/ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From shop at xxx.net Fri Mar 22 10:10:43 2002 From: shop at xxx.net (Katrina House) Date: Fri, 22 Mar 2002 10:10:43 -0000 Subject: Sinister: "storytelling" album info ... Message-ID: <010301c1d189$d63e0cc0$9426fea9@katrina> at http://www.banchory.net/belleandsebastian/news.html cheers, katrina. banchory press - management - merchandising po box 25074 glasgow g2 6ld scotland email: shop at banchory.net http://www.banchory.net http://www.belleandsebastian.co.uk/home +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From stoutrobin at xxx.com Fri Mar 22 15:38:08 2002 From: stoutrobin at xxx.com (robin stout) Date: Fri, 22 Mar 2002 15:38:08 +0000 Subject: Sinister: "storytelling" album info ... Message-ID: hey! this is really exciting! isn't it? everybody: YES! HOORAY! For those of you reading this on the revolutionary Amstrad email telephone, here's what's on the website... ====================================================================== Belle & Sebastian's new record "Storytelling" is to be released in the UK and Europe on June 3rd, and the USA on June 4th. As previously reported, the record is made up of songs written for the film of the same name. The track listing goes a little something like this: Fiction Freak Early Letterman Fuck this Shit Fiction (Night Walk) Jersey's Where America's At Black and White Unite Consuelo I Need to See This With an Audience Storytelling Jingle/Class Rank I Don't Want to Play Football I Don't Want to Play Football (Latin) Wandering Alone Mandingo Cliche Scooby Driver Fiction (Reprise) Big John Shaft ===================================================================== I like the sound of a Latin version of I Don't Want to Play Football and it's good to see that Big John Shaft makes an appearance too. The last time I saw HIM he was climbing down my drainpipe with feathers in his hair. I also like the sound of Fuck This Shit, an allusion to Chaucer no doubt. Thanks to everyone who emailed about that letter. I've taken out the bit about being hit by a teacher (although it was my favourite bit) because people seemed to think i might get arrested. Everyone should have a look at Miss Patrick Doyle's website. It's funny! Has anyone else noticed how, after our little telling off for sending long emails about nothing (or short emails about long emails about nothing) those emails seem to have doubled? Maybe Auntie Linda should use a little reverse psychology, like my mum does. Mum: "You can eat as much chocolate as you like!" Me: "Don't like chocolate anyway! I'm going to tidy my room!" Aaargh! Fooled again! R(obin) _________________________________________________________________ Send and receive Hotmail on your mobile device: http://mobile.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From pykachu100 at xxx.com Fri Mar 22 16:48:35 2002 From: pykachu100 at xxx.com (Kenneth P Y Chu) Date: Fri, 22 Mar 2002 16:48:35 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Friction (abrase) Message-ID: ..Thank God for the coming of a new album! Just as my supply of B&S song titles was punning out. Wow, UBSCARSCAB sounds like it's going to be great! I haven't been this excited about the arrival of an album since that album by Silverchair 4 years ago. And I looked at the tracklisting and LO AND BEHOLD B&S ARE COVERING "FREAK" BY SILVERCHAIR!!!!!!! look.. Fiction ----> Freak Early Letterman Fuck this Shit Fiction (Night Walk) Jersey's Where America's At Black and White Unite Consuelo I Need to See This With an Audience Storytelling Jingle/Class Rank I Don't Want to Play Football I Don't Want to Play Football (Latin) Wandering Alone Mandingo Cliche Scooby Driver Fiction (Reprise) Big John Shaft .. I think the band are taking on a new RAWK direction: sod this wimsy indie crap dudes, we're going NU Metal! cool! I can do me guitar solos. what are we gonna call our songs? *isobel sulks NU metal sucks boabs guys! Fuck this shit. YES! FUCK THIS SHIT! That's it! stevie let's rock. *stevie air guitars *isobel sulks So there you have it! I can't wait to hear the songs, "fuck this shit" sounds like it would have Rage Against The Machine influences in it... fuck this shit i won't do what you tell me, fuck this shit i won't do what you tell me, fuck this shit i won't do what you tell me, FUCK THIS SHIT I WON'T DO WHAT YOU TELL ME! ARRRGH MOTHERFUCKERS! MOTHER.. FUCKERS! Cor! And look.. 18 tracks! Value for money! Right okay I'm off to practice cutting myself in preparation of the new album. Moshpits and Red Bulls Ken \m/ P.S.: I wonder if the band will reveal the clues for the treasure hunts once the Manchester clues have been found... _________________________________________________________________ Send and receive Hotmail on your mobile device: http://mobile.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From astrid.wiezell at xxx.se Fri Mar 22 19:36:05 2002 From: astrid.wiezell at xxx.se (Astrid Wiezell) Date: Fri, 22 Mar 2002 19:36:05 Subject: Sinister: Partying with B&S... Message-ID: <276768168@spray.se> Tuesday, the Stockholm gig, was the greatest night of my life! They played my request (Time of the Season by the Zombies), Stuart started talking to me during the concert, he took my hand and said I was going to get to dance on stage, but it all fucked itself up with the evil, evil, guards. Later on, we waited by the tourbus. First Chris walked past. He said "HI!" and we all just said hi and turned around and started talking again. We didn´t recognize him! I was so ashamed later on! Then Sarah came out, she was incredibly shy but still very sweet. Then we talked to a merchandise guy, who said they were at the party in the restaurant, so we went inside. Ok, ok, we got in through the leaving door, but still, we got in! Me and Amanda are 15 (turning 16) and 13 (turning 14) so we wouldn´t get in elsehow. I´m not desperate, I promise. We get in there, and the first impression I get is "OH MAN! I´m so FUCKING scared!". Just a lot of cool grownup people. Uuuh. I saw Richard, and we started talking. He´s *so* nice! But his accent.. I could hardly understand it... hee hee. But he signed my setlist! Then we saw Mick and Bobby, so we started talking to them as well. I told Bobby, while he were signing my stuff, that I thought he looked gorgeous up there. At first, he said "Thank you". Then he realized what I said and blushed and said "OH THANK YOU!". Then I saw Stuart. I thought I was going to die. I went up to him and because of the loud music, you had to like shout in eachother´s ears. I think I mumbled something about him being my God or something. AH, embarrassing! But he just said after some talking "Look, I *have* to dance some more, but I´ll be back really soon, ok?". And then he came back, and we started talking. The weird thing is, I´ve been warshiping this man, for every single day, for two years now, I´ve been imagining his way of acting, his voice, just.. him you know. And it was all *EXACTLY* as I thought it would be! It was so strange! First he said that he recognized my face and asked me if I´d been to any other show, or just in Glasgow. And I said no, because I haven´t. Then I mumbled something (i have a tendency to do that when I´m nervous) about school, and he started laughing and said "How old are you?". I said that well, I´m 15 turning 16. He started laughing and said "I thought you were so much older!" and then he starts shouting "BEANS! BEANS!". No reaction. "HEY CHRIS!". Chris turns around. "How old do you think Astrid is?" and Chris got all shy, talking about women and their age. Stuart was a bit impatient and said "Well, like 21-22, right?" and Chris agreed and then he started laughing again saying I was 15. Hee hee hee. phototime came as well, oh yes. First with Chris, then with Bobby, who, er, started to.. er.. well.. do dirty moves on me. No, that sounded wrong, but he like rubbed himself towards me or something.. I was a bit.. hmmm.. shocked... by that not saying I didn´t appreciate it! He´s gorgeous, and believe me, it´s not everyday I got a beautiful man wanting to do that. Oh, no, it sounded wrong again, but you know what I mean. Amanda thought he was sleazy and couldn´t stop laughing. She still has problems with it. I love Bob. Who doesn´t? A photo with Mick as well, he is really nice, but he was a lot taller than I expected. Just as Stuart and I were about to let Amanda take that picture, he says "Oh right, we have to look serious now" and I make the largest GRIN possible, Amanda takes the picture and I die of shame. Then I took a picture of just him as well, with his little drink. Oh, how sweet! Just as we were about to leave, I saw Stevie! I took a picture with him and we talked a bit about guitars and stuff. He missed the tourbus later, so he had to take a cab. Hee hee hee. Sorry, but it looked really funny, he looked around, looking scared, and then waving after a cab and quickly getting in. Before that I got my setlist signed by him as well, and he started talking about HIS favourite band, the Rolling Stones. Man, it was the greatest night of my entire life. The greatest. Oh yes. I can´t say it enough. Since I got the setlist, I´ll send it out to you all, since someone wonderes, in my head I remember the three first songs: Le Pastie De La Bourgeoisie Dirty Dream #2 The Magic Of A Kind Word The two first songs are my favourites with B&S, so, imagine my delight! Have to go now, sorry for being the egocentric bastard I am. Have patience with me people! Love, Astrid XXX P.S How old is Mr Kildea? I want to marry him. P.P.S Please don´t take me to seriously. P.P.P.S Wait. Maybe you should! P.P.P.P.S Fuck this, I´m pressing the send button now! _________________________________________s_p_r_a_y_ Här börjar Internet! 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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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From elf-angel at xxx.com Fri Mar 22 10:58:22 2002 From: elf-angel at xxx.com (Bron) Date: Fri, 22 Mar 2002 04:58:22 -0600 Subject: Sinister: i'd rather be fat than be confused Message-ID: <1E8323489651CFE4AAD9A757CC6BF118@elf-angel.wildmail.com> beautiful ones, lately my pancake-making has gone downhill...by some bizarre method i've been able to make them both rubbery and crispy at the same time. what's a girl to do? it snowed yesterday, but a few days before that it rained. it rained so tenderly that the moss on the few tree trunks scattered about this campus turned all shades of lime and turquois. is it a sin to lust after nature? if it is i'm going straight to hell. i just burped on accident and cracked myself up. marikka mentioned TIJAMRS. does listening to that song make anyone else want to sprint across an open field into the arms of a lover? after my spring break i brought back my old trumpet and some books on zen. we'll see if they collect dust again. last night i went to my first american bar (having just recently turned 21) and i can't say i was too impressed. china bars' atmospheres are way more chill in my opinion. i felt like being a female and being thin made me like one of those "dummies in the window" for sloppy men who reeked of old cigarettes to stare at. speaking of being confused. yes. and no. i don't know. perhaps if i gained some weight i'd be less confused about my life and it's direction and why i'm even in college and why i even care about anything. and truly i don't think my family tree goes back to the romans. oh crazy shit here: i mentioned TIJAMRS. my best friend from high school was named emma. my best friend in college is named laura. you do the math. much love and peace and stars ---your mountain mama sweetheart X ***Sometimes you get shown the light in the strangest of places if you look at it right*** ---Jerry. http://www.care2.com - Get your Free e-mail account that helps save Wildlife! +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From Daf_Moore at xxx.com Fri Mar 22 23:07:36 2002 From: Daf_Moore at xxx.com (David Moore) Date: Fri, 22 Mar 2002 23:07:36 -0000 Subject: Sinister: Black And White United Message-ID: <000101c1d1f6$61335a80$09c87ad5@oemcomputer> Hi All, So now we know what that song played at Olympia & Tokyo last year is called. I know that no-one else likes to play this game but there are big gaps in this & it would be nice if someone could help fill them in: Black And White United In the summer all the hikers Hike on for the highest peaks All the children watch the cricket And they never wash for weeks In the suburbs young protesters ride?/riot? Black and white united They're tearing up the street I'm half in love with ev'ry girl I meet The gasman loves the street He loves to drill He loves to think about his girl The sun is melting half the street In the summer all the workers Head on for the sandy beach Stay together in all weather Entertainment for your (greed?) And ??? of prejudices travel on a train The upper class will have to pass The chance of ?? with the ??? Your record profits will buy you an island There's a jigsaw with a picture Of a country as a map Hikers hiking, cyclists cycling If I go I'm not coming back I'm all in love with all the girls I meet The boys I meet Kitchen porters ... summertime ... ? painters ... whisky (tourists?) In the rain all your plans will fail You'll be left with your jigsaw I hope the weather stays fine for Tigerminging, the picnic & football in London this weekend. Oops, nearly forgot to plug somebody nice. The two lovely boys of Sodastream are coming to Europe soon & these are the UK gigs: UK DATES Sat 30th March @ The Betsy Trotwood, London Tue 2nd April @ Nottingham w/ Mark 700, The Chemistry Experiment and The Butterflies of Love Wed 3rd April @ Leeds Brudnell Social Club w/ The Butterflies of Love, The Chemistry Experiment & The Static Waves Fri 5th April @ Reading Arts Centre, Reading w/ The Chemistry Experiment, Milky Wimpshake and The Butterflies of Love Sat 6th April @ The Spitz, London w/ The Chemistry Experiment, Milky Wimpshake and The Butterflies of Love Check here for further info: http://www.sodastream.com.au/gig.htm Miss them at your peril! Sadly I think I can only make one of those. Someone should book them another gig somewhere near London after the 3rd of April :) That'll do. Love, David Moore Chelmsford, UK +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From unloveable_ at xxx.com Sat Mar 23 06:50:44 2002 From: unloveable_ at xxx.com (angela _) Date: Sat, 23 Mar 2002 00:50:44 -0600 Subject: Sinister: i'd rather be thin than famous... Message-ID: actually no that's not true...i have no desire to be thin. i just like quoting kerouac. anyway...i got my tickets to see b&s in atlanta, and its really consuming much too much of my thoughts... how to get there? i live in memphis tn, and my car is shite. where to stay? my ex boyfriend lives there but he's got him a girlfriend, who aint too kindly to former girlfriends stayin the night. so i was thinking much too much about it all today, when i decided it would be neat-o to go campin in the woods or something. the weather will be purfect. maybe even make it in to a picnic? yeah? sound good? any one else like this idea, or am i off in thinking this would work? i mean i hate hotels & they are very costly in atlanta & they usually smell funny and have some dead whore inside the mattress. i think i have the transportation idea fixed too...but i wont go in to all that. well if you guys want to camp wif me and 3 of my friends that i lovingly bought tickets for(aren't i a sweetie?) then let me know and we can work out the details and find a good place to park our arses after the show. Angela "Its a wonderful thing to push on alone toward the horizon & have it be your own horizon & not some one else's"-Garrison Keillor _________________________________________________________________ Join the world�s largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail. http://www.hotmail.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From idleberry at xxx.com Sun Mar 24 18:19:27 2002 From: idleberry at xxx.com (idleberry) Date: Sun, 24 Mar 2002 10:19:27 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: horoscopes, easter eggs, jobs, treasure hunts, and auntybots Message-ID: <20020324181927.80317.qmail@web14602.mail.yahoo.com> hello sinisterettes and sinisterians! A few weeks ago, Kate Keenan off the list pointed me in the direction of a cool site for horoscopes. It was odd, becuase so far, the predictions have been pretty spot on. But the cool thing is, that they have a banner for an ad for another site, and the banner ad is using b+s cover as part of its ad, for "flap your wings child, and cook like its pleasant". Yes, that little heard of other album, the rare one, that I've just made up, as a play on words of their 2000 album with the long winded title. the site with the accurate horoscope, is at http://www.freewillastrology.com/ if you're interested. I dunno if shes back and kicking with a new hip or something, but I noticed auntsadie has gone missing from #sinister. Has she run off with a handsome young man, or is she just down the bingo with the other auntybots? other news: I got a job! I'm starting work at the Scottish Executive (Executive for what? some of you may ask, or indeed, might not care, but its the scottish parliment stuff, if you're curious)as an administrator. it was quite od the interview. It was informal, and there were three people there, and there were three admin posts going, and I don't know quite which one they want me for. I'm pleased though, and start in a few weeks time, becuase its a proper job, with a proper salary, and all the benefit shennanigans that normal people with proper jobs are entitled to (sick pay! holiday pay! woo! don't knock it 'til you haven't had it!) Easter is upon us soon, but I'm not sure when it is, cos I'm never actually sure of things like that. But anyway, I think Belle And Sebastian Easter Eggs are only a merchandising plot away. Peel off the foil, and find Stuarts face engraved in chocolate. Of course, it couldn't be a hollow egg, that would suggest he has nowt up there. maybe it would be filled with magnetic poetry or something. Or money. That would be good. real money, not monopoly money. Chocolate coins would also be an acceptable currency, to turn us all into fat cats. So, what was the prize of the treasure hunt anyway? and what were the answers? Anyhows, I'm off to browse the web, and things. Hopethis e mail has been slightly informative, or at least mildly entertaining. Love, idles ===== http://clubs.yahoo.com/clubs/corduroysmoke and the world did get covered in a thick haze of corduroy smoke. And it felt good. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Movies - coverage of the 74th Academy Awards� http://movies.yahoo.com/ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From hugoles at xxx.com Sun Mar 24 19:47:44 2002 From: hugoles at xxx.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?toy=20stephen?=) Date: Sun, 24 Mar 2002 19:47:44 +0000 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: Sexpectations Message-ID: <20020324194744.10823.qmail@web13502.mail.yahoo.com> One of my top mishearings was from Expectations, 'And the headset that you always wear, a queer one from the start' I imagined an awkwardly thin girl with those earphones on like Eskimo ear-muffs, dancing around to the Mamas and Papas, her head almost over-heavy from the headset, threatening to drag her head first into the pavement. anyway, this song's dedicated to Bron. The good doctor told her she needs Struan singing for her live and vegan pancakes from the Pick Me Up cafe on North Clark. ------- Sunday morning, it is beautiful, it's grey and there is rain Looking out into the fog, the melting faces on the train, Your clothes look ragged, your gaze happy, and I suspect You haven't slept, messy lipstick on your face Perhaps you're Astrid and you've been dancing with the Belles Your star so lovely, that your age they cannot tell Your obsessions get you known throughout Sinister for being strange Crushing Bobby, and whispering him 'Jag älskar dig.' In the queue of posts, some sour kids have got no appetite Forgetting what it's like to be young and to be tight So they leave the list, they scoff and snarl and go berserk Don't they know that Sinister is just a lovely place to flirt? Hey there's Ken Chu He writes posts, they're the Most Fulluv charm, my nose is brown Soon I'll have something to say When this refrain finally goes away Sunday morning, it is beautiful, it's grey and there is rain e.e. compiles brill haikus culled from our collective brain Spring has come, the tour has started, what can you expect Pre-show meetups, double whiskies and (I hope) hickies on our necks Tell us the setlist, Struan's dancing and Bel's Dylan dress We've got everything to gain 'cause we're easily impressed All the naughty boys and naughty girls that you have snogged We're secretly into S&M and we love getting flogged After the show we lock ourselves away inside a motel room Sing the songs we heard and drink ourselves silly until noon Stumble in our cardies back into the light They think we're twee, we've got to make the bastards think they're right Hey, the sky is blue Like the porn on the tube Are you calm? settle down Chicago's not all gangsters insane For one day Sinister will reign Is this cool? I don't know It's not Gwar or I Love My Car Listen to me here's the end >From a boy neath the smoker's railway arch You're on top of the world a-ghhhhhhhhen. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Everything you'll ever need on one web page from News and Sport to Email and Music Charts http://uk.my.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From dimensionflip at xxx.uk Sun Mar 24 22:11:47 2002 From: dimensionflip at xxx.uk (ian) Date: Sun, 24 Mar 2002 22:11:47 -0000 Subject: Sinister: OI! we're that more fire crew! (birmingham picnics and the lack thereof) Message-ID: <010501c1d381$0968f580$16bf89d4@default> right, as the buddha once said, 'i'm gonna talk fast and not fuck around' that is, i'm not going to waffle in this one that is, i'm going to be brisk and business-like, and not get caught up in any ian-post-meanderings as so often happens. i'm just going to say what i've got to say, and go no farty hypothesising about life no quoting saint etienne rain falls like elvis tears existence is a funny thing, innit? oh, bugger! so... birmingham - to picnic or not to picnic? i get the impression that a lot of people won't be able to make this weekend. partly because i've left it so late and its very short notice, and partly because i've left it so late and its very short notice. i'm sorry. i think a re-schedule might be in order. if you're prepared to trust me again. hopefully next time (may??) i won't have a combination of bleurrghghgh-lurgy and a temparamental isp to contend with, and will get my arse in gear in enough time. forgive me, oh west midlands types. i shall now attempt to draw a veil over my ineptitude and move on to other things: sam walton said: >I was watching Top Of The Pops on >Friday. Mo’ Fire Crew performed some UK Garage tosh, but it was > >really quite enchanting, they were wearing Sylvester & Tweetie-Pie sweaters and >hats, and spent the entire song clutching their nuts. This amused me greatly. Indeed, >as another member of this parish remarked to me yesterday, viva the Twee Garage >revolution – i saw this lot's video the other day, and regret to report that schmindie hip-hop (schmip-mop?) may still be some way off. they look VERY angry and shouty on film. perhaps they were simply scared of the totp audience. i can only surmise that the front row was full of vicious hamsters that looked like the only thing on their minds was nibbling the nuts of a uk garage star. perhaps, on the other hand, they simply can't perform live. having said that, shouting 'OH NO, ITS THAT MORE FIRE CREW' is an EXCELLENT way of confusing people. so they deserve some credit for that. toy stephen talked of mis-hearings. in a similar vein, it was only yesterday that the true awfulness of the P!O!P! I!D!O!L! song revealed itself to me. (for those outside the uk, pop idol was a programme where lots of people competed to be famous and rich, and some of them managed it - mostly the judges, the hosts of the show and the record company managers.) you see, i've been labouring under the misapprehension that the opening line of 'evergreen' was: 'i like the sunrise' fair enough. i like the sunrise too. a bit trite, perhaps. i quite like ice-cream but wouldn't consider that a suitable lyric for opening a song with. yesterday, it became clear that mr young is infact singing 'eyes like a sunrise' now, much as i like sunrises - i could look at them all day - i think this wins an ian award for the STUPIDEST lyric of the year so far. eyes like a sunrise? well, correct me if i'm wrong, but sunrises are red, yellow, orange, a whole combination of beautiful warm colours but NOT the sort of colours you'd want your eyes to be. plus, they wouldn't even be one colour, they'd be a whole assortment of colours, and towards the bottom they'd flood out into a long red line. eyes like a sunrise? what a load of knobend. eyes like a fucking sanitary towel would be a better lyric than THAT. a good job the next line, 'arse like a double-decker bus' was re-written. london... may 3rd... are we meeting before the gig? are we drinking somewhere? i won't offer to organise anything, you'd only laugh. i should go. i said i'd be brief, and i've already been long, john. on a final note: matthew henderson said: >And remember, Don't let your chicken fingers be made by the hands of >oppression. which is, frankly, the most sensible thing i've heard all year. raise yer skinny chicken fingers to heaven, brothers and sisters, let's be free!! tara people ian +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From Jamie at xxx.uk Sun Mar 24 20:46:08 2002 From: Jamie at xxx.uk (Jamie Harrison) Date: Sun, 24 Mar 2002 20:46:08 -0000 Subject: Sinister: Fingers crossed.... Message-ID: <015d01c1d374$ed8b4900$9865fea9@JAMIESROOM> ....as this is my first post. I have sat in 'awe' reading the interesting and original posts over the past two months, wondering how to follow suit. It can't be done, so I'll just throw myself in at the deep end and hope for the best. Firstly, or is that secondly? I know... get on with it! A warm hello to everyone, just a bit of an introduction here. I'm Jamie, from Hucknall near Nottingham and of a nervous disposition, but friendly enough all the same! It didn't take long for B&S to become an important part of my musical life, after finally buying the 'Lazy Line Painter Jane' compilation last year. This got me hooked and within a week I'd become fully conversant with all albums and singles. I haven't seen them live yet, but intend to correct this before too much longer. Well, that's enough for now I think, hopefully that went ok. Line up for any complaints!!! Thanks for your time, I'll try to work towards something more interesting next post. Cheers, Jamie. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From Sillylorna at xxx.com Sun Mar 24 20:13:27 2002 From: Sillylorna at xxx.com (Sillylorna at xxx.com) Date: Sun, 24 Mar 2002 15:13:27 EST Subject: Sinister: My new old mens Braces! Message-ID: <186.5626698.29cf8d67@aol.com> Hey Howdy Ho! I bought some old mens braces today to hold my trousers up, they're burgandy with a really trendy blue and yellow line down em, Ooh they'll make me old grandpa jealous they will! hmm ok, a week tomorrow and B&S play Edin, which will be nice considering I'll be there, as will loads of you folks! genis mac I be sneezing, hoover opened and spurted dust everywhere! which isn't very nice. ok back to B&S, If anyone else is going to edin keep an eye out for me and my Beano T-Shirt. And My braces. Chow for Now folks Lorna +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From room_30 at xxx.com Sun Mar 24 23:51:49 2002 From: room_30 at xxx.com (chris perriman) Date: Sun, 24 Mar 2002 23:51:49 +0000 Subject: Sinister: B&S in remix shocka! Message-ID: hi everybody, just a quickie for a bit of info... apparently snow patrol released a single back in '99 called starfighter pilot which had an accompanying cd of remixes (JPRCDS013R) including The Bad Belle Mix. as far as i can tell this is B&S remix. can anybody confirm this for me as all info on the net about it is a bit sketchy. a swedish college radio station had it on their playlist but thats it. who else have belle 'n seb remixed without my knowlege?, or were you lot all in on it and were just keeping me in the dark? me = paranoid also... are belle and sebastian playing glastonbury this year coz i'm going and i really want to see them. they havent got any dates planned around the end of june according to the website so its still a possibility [/me keeps fingers crossed in hopeless wishful thinking] wow! all content, that should keep the anti-diary contingent happy Pez* PS. are B&S up for an oscar for best soundtrack, and if not why not. PPS. i saw 'B&S' magazine in a newsagent but it didn't stand for what you think it stands for. it stands for Blues and Soul. PPPS. searching for what 'B&S Magazine' was about, google also gave me these B&Ss: Bathiya and Santhush (musicians) Berezhnaya and Sikharulidze (ice skaters) PPPPS. aaaargh! content overload���������梢������������� Important. Antidisclaimer. This e-mail is not and cannot, by its nature, be confidential. En route from me to you, it will pass across the public Internet, easily readable by any number of system administrators along the way. If you have received this message by mistake, it would be ridiculous for me to tell you not to read it or copy to anyone else, because, let's face it, if it's a message revealing confidential information or that could embarrass me intensely, that's precisely what you'll do. Who wouldn't? Likewise, it is superfluous for me to claim copyright in the contents, because I own that anyway, even if you print out a hard copy or disseminate this message all over the known Universe. I don't know why so many corporate mail servers feel impelled to attach a disclaimer to the bottom of every e-mail message saying otherwise. If you don't know either, why not e-mail your corporate lawyers and system administrators and ask them why they insist on contributing so much to the waste of bandwidth. _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From MyMomSays at xxx.com Mon Mar 25 06:37:38 2002 From: MyMomSays at xxx.com (MyMomSays at xxx.com) Date: Mon, 25 Mar 2002 01:37:38 EST Subject: Sinister: Boxes and Bags Message-ID: <55.2499c38e.29d01fb2@aol.com> Sinister, Just got done watching the Academy Awards--my favorite bit of the ceremony is the people they decide to film in the audience. I like trying to predict who will be shown. "Show Denzel!" "Now show Uma Thurman's overflowing heaving bosom!" "Judi Dench! Show her grimace!" "Now back to Uma -- ooh, quickly pan over to Ethan Hawke and show the BRUISE on his cheek which indicates he was beat up in the parking lot!" Well, most of the time I am pretty right-on. **THE SCIENCE FAIR** Ahhh, it is that time of year children - the time when we all get together a cardboard thingie and paste up shameful photocopies and lug it to our nearest University where we will sit, patiently, for many hours, and explain our Hypotheses to high-heeled judges. Actually, since I am assuming most of us on the list are over the age of twelve, not many of us will be participating in Science Fair season. BUT I STILL WANT TO DO IT! I miss the science fair each and every year, and so I try to muster up the energy to do an experiment. EXPERIMENTS OF YEAR'S PAST **THE FOOD MACHINE** 1999/2000 Science Fair Hypothesis: Foods that are thin and brothy are very difficult to consume in a moving vehicle. Tested: A series of experiments over the duration of six months--switching between brothy consistencies and thicker consistencies. It was found with the test subjects that "runny" food was far more difficult to eat in a moving car than more solid foods. Also--there were a series of "distractions" put to use; one-handedness (other hand was put into a plaster cast to mimmick absence of limb), crying babies, or ringing cellphones. We found the crying babies to be the most bothersome each time. The test subjects failed miserably with vegetable broth in a bread bowl. Subjects' laps were burned by hot broth. Conclusion: Food is very hard to eat in a moving car, especially those of a brothy consistency. Science Fair Rating: Very high--honorable mention, plus gift certiticate to Red Lobster. **THE BABY STOPPERS** 2000/2001 SCIENCE FAIR Hypothesis: The Wright family genes should be put to a stop. Tested: My sister and I planned a roadtrip in a 1982 Station Wagon, packing up candied oranges and sweat suits. We took it upon ourselves to visit the residencies of every Wright member in the neighboring states. We examined our cousins and aunts and half-uncles: the lot of them have greyish-brown hair, plum-shaped noses, and large, engulfing pores that one could lose their handbag in. Upon testing IQ: Found subjects to be somewhat intelligent, but with muffly, slurred speech that made my sister and I to believe that the subjects being tested were of very low intelligence, possibly even borderline retarded. Conclusion: Pointed out each pregnancy, and warned: "I think you should stop that, right now." Science fair rating: Disqualified for use of color printer. **THE IDIOT BOX** 2002 SCIENCE FAIR IN LAMAR COUNTY, COLORADO - THIS COMING SUNDAY! Hypothesis: Does it really take one to know one? Testing: Tested a group of 412 individuals. The tester (that's me!) took each subject, blindfolded them in a paisley-printed silk neckerchief, then placed them in front of a mirror. I then politely asked each of them to touch the glass of the mirror and describe what they saw. Most often, they described a simpler world: "I see a horse, galloping through a field--munching upon grass."; "I see hours"; "I do not see anything--you have me blindfolded." "I know no colors upon these very passing moments." Conclusion: No. It does not take one to know one. Of the 412 tested, not a single one knew their own image. Science Fair Rating: Well, we'll see y'all! Be patient! OH LANDS - is it true ILE got squashed in their football match against Sinister? Outbid, Mandee May "inconsolably okay" xxx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From rob_brennan at xxx.uk Mon Mar 25 08:40:58 2002 From: rob_brennan at xxx.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Robert=20Brennan?=) Date: Mon, 25 Mar 2002 08:40:58 +0000 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: and everytime I say I landed on my coxyx, people laugh Message-ID: <20020325084058.48852.qmail@web10507.mail.yahoo.com> OHMYGAWD! I go away for a week and there's about nine hundred posts idling away in my inbox like a load of corduroyed schoolkids on Swap Shop jostling for attention behind Cheggers... And aren't you all E!X!C!I!T!E!D!!! There's a new album. Yippee! And it's got swearing. Cool! That'll put the wind up the squares. I'm sure I used that sentence when the also-sweary TYCCASI came out. Memory fades with age. Hope you had a top P!O!P time at the weekend Tigermilking/Picnic happenings. Reports Back please. Thanks to Rachel FruitBapps for filling us in on the Copenhagen do by the way. Well done to Amykins for making the clean break. Congratulations also seem in order for Ken if Amy carries out her Get Fired plans. Ken mentioned the errant ROBBOBS tape. It's currently with me and due to a tremendous amount of slackness and general stress over holiday plans on my part I haven't done a thing about it. After a week of snowboarding I am now re-energized enough to manage to press the CD SYNCHRO and RECORD buttons at the same time so hopefully the tape should soon be wanging its way to the next rob/ert/in/yn in the chain. Provided I can find some bluddy songs to put on it. Now for some list abuse - don't read between the stars if you live outside Lahndahn... ****************************************************** Hello. Has anyone got space for a fat alcoholic* B&S fan on their sofa/floor on the night of the Brixton Soiree? I don't take up much space and I know how to make toast. Big hugs and thanks if you can. Also: Any pub/picnic goings on before/after the gig? Anyone? Hello? *I'm not really an alcoholic. Although I do go to a lot of meetings and admit to being an analyst. ****************** END OF LIST ABUSE ***************** Hmm... Forgot to think of anything to write after that. I've got some B&S posters. I feel like a student again. 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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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From pykachu100 at xxx.com Mon Mar 25 12:30:33 2002 From: pykachu100 at xxx.com (Kenneth P Y Chu) Date: Mon, 25 Mar 2002 12:30:33 +0000 Subject: Sinister: SCUBA diver (reporting back PLUS pastiche type thing!! cor) Message-ID: Did you know that SCUBA is an acronym? It means something like "self contained underwater breathing apparatus" or something, overly long name for an oxygen tank attached to a little plastic tube? Yes. Ian talked about the Evergreen song, of which he didn't like the similie on the first line which is fair enough (although I secretly quite liked the said line, only because I'm a sucker for things with random pretty words chucked into it that makes no sense). Just thought I'd mention though the credits for the songwriting goes to Westlife (or whoever writes songs for Westlife) since the Will Young version is a cover. Ken the encyclopaedia of pop. So we can't really diss him for the bad lyrics. But we bloody well can diss him for doing that "clinching fists aginst his chest whilst having an orgasm" pose 394 times too many in his video. I mean for God's sake, I thought the UN have banned concentration camps. Anyway reporting back.... This weekend was a Tigermilking/london picnic/sinister football challenge Triple Whammy, and it sure was fun. After a hectic working week (during which I had actually done a lot of work!), less thinking and much drinking were seriously in order. A few of us met up in various parts of London and headed for pre-tigermilking beverages at a birthday party of one of Apps Ben (Mr B)'s friends. We were put to shame by the fact that Mr B's friend had so many more friends than we do, but then felt better by assuming that the others at the party were really actually members of the Java Programming Society. Then we are off to tigermilking, after travelling across the river thames and ate jacket potatoes we arrived! at tigermilking and received a stamp and a lolly for �4. I pulled within 5 minutes of arrival and engaged in some mouth to mouth action with James T, apparently he liked the size of my lolly. We were astonished by the surprising grace and flair with which the PF and Stevie T danced passionately on the dancefloor, a few beverages later (involving a brand new cocktail miss SGS invented known as "Yes!", amongst other drinks) we were all hitting the dancefloor, thankfully not with our heads. Even birthday girl miss Dimitra Z and Sunny S began to dance, after some persuasion. Tigermilking is fun, everyone. And you should all come next time, even if just so that maybe Mark C can afford some half-decent BLU-TACK! Since everytime I go to tigermilking I seem to have to spend half the evening holding up the Tigermilk poster when it was falling off thus looking as if I was trying to groap the nakkid girl in the picture... The next morning was spent at the illustrious Bappsy Trotwood, with James DH and we played with Mr B's enormously wide-bandwidth after sadly departing with Fruitloop Rachel (miss R).. who was absolutely adorable and hopefully will return again soon. James DH had a dictophone which is the most amazing invention in the world, we enjoyed recording and listening to a recitement of the nutritional information of Lucozade in an American accent. We then trekked up the Primrose hill for a spot of picnic fun, during which we prepared for the all important football match when Sinister FC clashes with another list called "ILE", which is apparently a list where people discuss about the length of the queue in the post office for collecting pension money.. and, without boasting too much... SINISTER THRASHED ILE BY EIGHT GOALS TO NIL! .. I believe Sam W got a hat trick and the boy G was nominated the man of the match by the crowd, after courageously riding double footed tackles (ooh er) from the opposition, well done also to the rest of the players who were Mark C, Jim PT, Sean DR (he's back!), Ben A, Pine F, Paul H, Paul F, Nicholas P, Stevie T, James DH. During the first half we realised that a football chant was required, so our very own Sinister football song is born!! They're losing it ============== ILE*'s a team who were not amused they lost in every match since 82 they're always looking for a fight it's a shame their defence aren't so tight and at the first moment of kicking off ILE's losing it they know they're losing it and when the sinister's goal tally keeps on going up ILE's losing it they know they're losing it they know they're losing it! -------- *replace ILE with opposing team of choice Yup so we won the fooie, then later on after a pleasant and pretty walk we merrily ended up at the Spread Eagle, and I talked rubbish with lots of people as usual, recorded a drum and bass version of legal man on James DH's dictophone and learnt to play this really fun game called Mao. Before heading home exhausted after an eventful weekend! Now I'm so tired I can't be arsed to work and thus this e-mail, thanks sinister for getting me back into my usual work ethics. Trophies and Red Bulls Ken P.S.: Thank you Jim PT for delivering me Spunk and a sorebit! _________________________________________________________________ Chat with friends online, try MSN Messenger: http://messenger.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From R.Playforth at xxx.uk Mon Mar 25 14:17:20 2002 From: R.Playforth at xxx.uk (Rachel Playforth) Date: Mon, 25 Mar 2002 14:17:20 +0000 (GMT Standard Time) Subject: Sinister: i don't like mondays Message-ID: i am a bit scared because i came to work this afternoon and there was no-one else here. the door was locked, although the alarm wasn't set. they are probably all off drinking somewhere on campus since we're now closed to students. but i still feel oddly abandoned - as well as slightly relieved because i'm totally not up for talking to anyone today (except for my label-making machine, with which i have a closer relationship (love/hate though it is) than with any of the other human workers here. that depresses me.) thank god my weekend was fantabulous otherwise the hideous self-esteem crisis and crippling boredom of my monday so far would have me inhaling, or perhaps even drinking, my cheap tippex substitute. the weekend was what ken said, and that. i particularly enjoyed mark's sausage and ken's spunk. too tired to comment on anything else yet. i'm off work for a week and a half now, so any email meant exclusively for me needs to go to something.pretty at btinternet.com. thanks. luv archel xxx ps. due to popular demand, there will be another brighton picnic towards the end of april. swimming in the sea optional. ****************** Visit www.buzzwords.ndo.co.uk for the best new writing on the web. 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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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From arab_strap at xxx.com Mon Mar 25 16:24:58 2002 From: arab_strap at xxx.com (Greg Pallis) Date: Mon, 25 Mar 2002 16:24:58 Subject: Sinister: A Stroke of G-ness Message-ID: Because Mandee asked, and Ken's idea was too good to leave underdeveloped: (to the tune of She's Losing It, obviously. And the rhymescheme, too!) Cabbage met Nick Dastoor and Louis Theroux They made a board for guys as old as Everett True They're always looking for a fight. A pity then... their team is shite... Cabbage made tackles, from the back Johnny vowed that he would use me as a punching bag* None the less, sure was a rout... Sinister got eight and ILE got nowt. And in the first moment of waking up ILE's losing it, oh yeah they're losing it And when Martin doesn't even bother turning up You know they're losing it, oh yeah they're losing it. In Bapps' yellow shirts, we were ultra-cool. Sam's goals made their defence look like a fat old fool Mark's pair of strikes made the spectators drool Jim scored one, and even I got two. And from the first moment of kicking off, You know they're losing it, oh yeah they're losing it And when the Sinister goal tally keeps a-mounting up, You know they're just old gits, you know they're just old gits. They came to play us football and then they got stuffed, Oh ILE's losing it, oh ILE's losing it. When they leave early and go and sulk, down the pub You know they're just old gits, you know they're just old gits. ------- *: He did! Mark played Can't Get You Out of My Head at Tigermilking, and I was doing my Proper Pop dancing, bowling shoes and all, whereupon I was told that I was "going to get a kicking tomorrow". Of course the next day, he inexplicably broke his hamstring while warming up for the game, which only goes to show, um, something. Anyway, the whole weekend was thoroughly froody. Free lollipops were eaten, and the only things better than lollipops are free lollipops. Tasty. Mao was played, and Mao is the Official Sinister Card Game, and fabulous and subtle and great, and you can't explain the rules, you have to learn them by playing. Nishe. And a Sinisteress even tried to SEDUCE me, presumably as a joke. So I ran away. Foxy. Also, I listened to the Gareth Gates single a lot, which isn't much to do with Sinister but is divine nonetheless. And yes, Will's Evergreen isn't much to speak of, but the song was written for Gareth, you can tell. He's the only truly good person in the world, you know. Pop Idols and Match of the Match awards (and even a Red Bull, courtesy of James) G. _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From rwr at xxx.uk Mon Mar 25 17:37:44 2002 From: rwr at xxx.uk (Rebecca Wright) Date: Mon, 25 Mar 2002 17:37:44 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Say cheerio to sinister Message-ID: Well I've got to go now. Not for any mean surly reasons you understand, just cos I'm off to Peru for 3 months *gulp*. By the time I leave there'll be a class of jungle children who'll know all the words to Dog on Wheels, such is my legacy! If I find a nearby internet cafe over there I might return as a digest person, if not I'll be back in time for all the Summer picnics! Thanks for making my desk job bearable with all your wonderful mails, don't think I'd have ever made it to Copenhagen to see B&S if there hadn't been other sinisterees willing to see them with me. Bye now love Becky xx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From Histrianic at xxx.com Mon Mar 25 21:42:51 2002 From: Histrianic at xxx.com (Histrianic at xxx.com) Date: Mon, 25 Mar 2002 16:42:51 EST Subject: Sinister: sinister: calls for help Message-ID: <57.8c03222.29d0f3dc@aol.com> You know, I was looking forward all week to a great, great week full of plans with friends, shows, and parties. Today the Levins (consisting of the infamous Will and his younger brother, Ned) called me and said "While either one of us would love to go with you, um, Wednesday is Passover." This was in reference to a Herbie Hancock concert in New York on March 27, a Wednesday. So now I have this ticket for Herbie Hancock that will sit here and rot if someone doesn't want it. If anyone is interestd, please email me off the list ASAP. (please please PLEASE???) *whew* cheers h +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From halighhalou at xxx.com Mon Mar 25 23:12:30 2002 From: halighhalou at xxx.com (lindsey baker) Date: Mon, 25 Mar 2002 17:12:30 -0600 Subject: Sinister: i guess i'm your big mistake. Message-ID: hello sinister. it snowed last night, big wet chunks of white. i left the paper, and looked up as soon as i got outside, as i often do anyway. (i tend to defy the city and scour the sky for stars, though i often mistake planes for burning spirals of gas billions of miles away. realizing i'm, in actuality, only gazing at the blinking light of a hovering aircraft tends to make me feel smaller than the stars would, and part of not a world, only a prarie.) the sky was a hazy pink, and it reminded me of the sinister page at christmas time. i brushed the snow piles off my car with the sleeve of my coat, admiring the sharp contrast of soft whiteness against the varied plaid, and finally got in my car to clouds of breath and the smell of wet wool. the wind blew the snow at a bustling diagonal, and the road was actually quite hard to make out. i crawled home, which was fitting, i suppose, because i think i have been moving laterally on all fours for weeks now. i dreamt all night, but can only remember the segments wherein i put my glasses on, and couldn't see a thing through the pink lenses, only a snowy sky. i kept taking them off and rubbing them, blowing hot bursts of breath of the plastic, clearing away the fog. only to shove them back on and take them off again, blinded. i don't particularly remember if i could see when i had them off. i wrote an email to a boy i used to be friends with today. i don't expect him to write me back, but i saw his name in the daily nebraskan and suddenly, sitting there looking at his name in 10 point body copy, i kind of missed him and who i was when i was with him. i came in to the paper today, rejoicing for the snow day and the removed responsibility of attending my photojournalism class, wondering if taking a picture of slushy snow would constitute as a photo of news. i intended to devote the afternoon to work, but instead i have been alternating good life albums and writing emails. and reading old emails. from the boy i first fell in love with. i organized them all into a folder a while ago, and i noticed today i must have dleted the bitter ones in a fit of fury. and so the favorite song of another starts on the good life cd, and i am shaking still. something has happened to me since this near-rape experience of a few weeks ago, as it were, and i have been trying to put my finger on what, exactly is wrong and why i feel stagnant, like i am waiting for something. waiting, mostly, to fail. classes and love and hope and life and, ultimately, myself. repeat repeat repeat ...she met this boy from omaha whose life was handed to him but still he wanted everything his dreams were his ruin she couldn't wake him up the bough broke, and he fell like the time he fell from his mother into the arms of a doctor so he cried like that first day of his life he knew he had broken this beautiful porcelain and how could their world be the same? and so it never was the same. she whispers his name... xxx lou _________________________________________________________________ Join the world�s largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail. http://www.hotmail.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From beiaardhorse at xxx.com Tue Mar 26 01:19:09 2002 From: beiaardhorse at xxx.com (Aruni J) Date: Mon, 25 Mar 2002 20:19:09 -0500 Subject: Sinister: you say you want a revolution...* Message-ID: All this talk about Mao has made me deeply nostalgic...for my days as a high school math team nerd. What? Don't look so smug, you were there, too, weren't you? Weren't you? Yes, well, ahem. I'm not insulting sinister, or Mao, or math team nerds, for that matter. I was one of them (see above). Maybe it speaks to the deep cosmic connection between sinisterinos. Or something. Who knows--perhaps in a few years we can graduate to playing Mafia. :^) Lately the theme of deep cosmic connections underlying shared musical taste has been playing in my head. (groan for the puns) Several of my best friends are B&S fans, and we all "discovered" B&S independently. Not the most shocking of coincidences, perhaps, but I'd like to think that it means something. Maybe it's an appreciation of beauty and whimsy that I seek out in my friends, or an understanding of how things build, or a willingness to listen carefully and appreciate all the layers that make up a whole. Then again, perhaps it's more a function of B&S playing fantastic music than of cosmic connections, but I prefer to have my head in the clouds. More immediately, as it turns out, being in med school does not suck all the B&S from one's life. For instance, we recently had several lectures on fungal infections, and I was thinking about "a dose of thrush you got while you were licking railings." Except Stuart forgot the part about how "you compromised the integrity of your mucosal epithelium." Ah well. It occurred to me that next year, I will get to deliver a baby! (Caution to all of those expecting babies within the next year and a half--stay out of Durham, NC and the surrounding area.) I had a cozy mental picture of me holding a newborn and singing sweet B&S tunes to him or her. Then I thought about how odd it would seem to the parents that the person who had delivered their child was singing, "Get me away from here, I'm dying"--no matter how lovely and melodic. And so endeth another promising career. *"that sounds like rock and/or roll," Aruni _________________________________________________________________ Chat with friends online, try MSN Messenger: http://messenger.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From elf-angel at xxx.com Mon Mar 25 14:30:39 2002 From: elf-angel at xxx.com (Bron) Date: Mon, 25 Mar 2002 08:30:39 -0600 Subject: Sinister: I don't love anyone Message-ID: i feel like i'm posting a lot, maybe i'm not, but i could be. anyway. i don't care if you think i'm posting too much, today was a day to post about. and tonight i had feelings that could not go unposted. so here it goes: It was such a messy day: Slush and mud and unread love, Tired young eyes couldn’t even Reach each other’s, Let alone the sky. Too many snowflakes And flack to carry around. If it had been up to me This would have been a holiday Due to inclement weather and A pure desire for some afternoon wine. White white white to blind us all Shut the shutters to savor the last of Our vision, but alas, we’d fall asleep In the darkness if the mature ones Had their way ------------------------------------------ Habitual love Is overflowing from people Around me Dead thoughts to keep filling space Holding on just to see The blue of each other’s veins In the struggle To brace each other up When each is really only too kind To admit that they’re simply too Limp for the other Circles are ran The same scenery starts to seem Like a dream But they never dream They sleep with their eyes open The moon can glide across their gaze But they can’t see its light Only each other in their corps world Only each other out of habit ------------- i don't love anyone, well maybe my sister, and maybe my baby brother too...but i'm sick of seeing (and hearing most of all) lovers who talk about nothing to each other, and try to muster up some reply to empty giggles with rusting affection. they've dated for so long, they can't let go, they're bound to get married one day, it's written in the stars (but they wouldn't confess that last one because they're too bored with each other to say something so beautiful). it angers me! could you tell?? love should be something wonderful lovely the all of all the smile that never seems to fall to the floor no matter how many bricks of stress and sorrow lay upon it! so why? WHY do people love in vain?? i tried to put content in.. ---your mountain mama sweetheart X ***Sometimes you get shown the light in the strangest of places if you look at it right*** ---Jerry. http://www.care2.com - Get your Free e-mail account that helps save Wildlife! +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From tsong at xxx.edu Tue Mar 26 04:52:24 2002 From: tsong at xxx.edu (Tsong) Date: Mon, 25 Mar 2002 23:52:24 -0500 Subject: Sinister: A Lurker's Second Effort Message-ID: <001001c1d482$063ecae0$e64017ac@resnet.rutgers.edu> Hi. I haven't really posted in a while. My last messages seemed to have been ignored, as they weren't entertaining or intellectually stimulating enough. I don't know... I guess I have more of a lurker personality than a poster one anyway, since I have no opinions of my own and no original comments to make. But reading other people's thoughts is fun. Now that I've lurked long enough, I know that Ken isn't from Reading and that Rachel sometimes writes posts about leaving Sinister. Bron studied in China (I am Chinese, kind of) and Sinisters have picnics in different cities for different occasions. I guess I will attempt once more to introduce myself: I live in New Jersey, USA, the middle of everything industrial and suburban. My skin is yellow. I studied in Reading, England last year and now miss the country terribly. I saw the B&S show last June in Glasgow. Currently I am bored and wanting to get away from this country. I want to go to Sweden. Ok. I think that was enough. Thanks for giving me another chance. I just want to belong. -Elsa +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From unloveable_ at xxx.com Tue Mar 26 07:39:44 2002 From: unloveable_ at xxx.com (angela _) Date: Tue, 26 Mar 2002 01:39:44 -0600 Subject: No subject Message-ID: hey kids... ok i normaly never post this much but i want to revise my last post anouncement conserning camping out for the atlanta show in may. it seems that this year atleast we are having very unpredictable weather in these parts. and honestly, soggy camping sucks & so does waking up sweating from the humidity. soooo.... it looks like i wont be camping unless god gives me an r.v. to go in. which dosnt count as camping really, but it would still be better than a hotel. i dont know why, i'm just really not fond of hotels.but i just might be having to get one. CURSES! so what i do want to do is have a picnic in peidmont park, i'm told this is prime location for being close to everything, & "its dosnt have a lot of cops so you can get your drink on" atleast thats what the former boyfriend of mine tells me. by the way....ever wonder what it would sound like if steven hawkings read your post to sinister? well i now know...i have a really neato program on my soundblaster software that reads your e-mails and such for you in a little computerized voice that reminds me the little looper computer voice who says "whos afraid of y2k?" its a real scream, and i wish you could hear it. so dose an atlanta sinister picnic sound better? please let me know what you guys think. and if any of you have yahoo messanger feel free to say hi to me there. my log in name is shes_loosing_it hollar at you later _angela _________________________________________________________________ MSN Photos is the easiest way to share and print your photos: http://photos.msn.com/support/worldwide.aspx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From tboyle at xxx.com Tue Mar 26 08:38:30 2002 From: tboyle at xxx.com (terry boyle) Date: Tue, 26 Mar 2002 16:38:30 +0800 Subject: Sinister: Stars and Passionfruit Wine Message-ID: Hey everybody, I have just returned to Perth after a lovely weekend on my parent's farm in the south west of Western Australia. My Friday evening was spent alone in the middle of a paddock, staring at a blank bit of cloudless sky waiting for a star to appear. There was no noise (except for my occasional whistling of We Rule the School), no lights, no buildings, just me and the tree's and a bottle of my Dad's home-made passionfruit wine. Everytime a star popped up my heart would jump a little with excitement. Then I'd sip some wine and look at another bit of empty night sky until a star appeared to put a smile on my face. It was very tranquil and peaceful and my body and soul were happy. I felt a little bit like Jack Kerouac. Then on Saturday night I went to my cousins wedding and drank large amounts of cider and beer and danced and laughed and had a merry old time. A great weekend all round. Terry 2,000,000,000 Web Pages--you only need 1. 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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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From esme at xxx.com Tue Mar 26 09:18:49 2002 From: esme at xxx.com (ee fumblings) Date: Tue, 26 Mar 2002 09:18:49 +0000 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: haikus revealed // week eleven // two thousand and two Message-ID: I'm now going to be an Active Lurker, not that it matters much. THIS IS MY FINAL POST TO SINISTER under this email adress. I'm a fine one to talk, im just a scruff with an obsession for chords. Hewitt! You've always written from the heart, and that's what I come here for. I say, delete me, delete all of us. They just did. I feel better. People scatter and the band stops playing. Stuart edges up the crowd. I decided on my new favorite band. It had been Morrissey. Tue, Mar pm her name is michelle, but she likes to be called shelley. York Ticket trade Date: Wed, Mar Organization: Cat Industries, Inc. B&S yesterday in Stockholm? I can't remember everything they played. I realized last night, whilst trying to find sources, that it's just stupid. But I've never been on a proper date, so I don't know what to do. I saw HIM he was climbing down my drainpipe with feathers in his hair. Chaucer no doubt. Thanks to everyone who emailed about that letter. DO WHAT YOU TELL ME! ARRRGH MOTHERFUCKERS! MOTHER.. FUCKERS! Cor! And look.. Then Sarah came out, she was incredibly shy but still very sweet. I saw Richard, and we started talking. He´s *so* nice! But his accent.. I think I mumbled something about him being my God or something. He missed the tourbus later, so he had to take a cab. Hee hee hee. This e-mail is not and cannot, by its nature, be confidential. // ee fumblings // +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From pinefox1 at xxx.com Tue Mar 26 13:38:09 2002 From: pinefox1 at xxx.com (P F) Date: Tue, 26 Mar 2002 05:38:09 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: Eighth Wonder Message-ID: <20020326133809.22183.qmail@web13103.mail.yahoo.com> The trains in to London on a Saturday night are no carnival machines. Dark platforms, loudly ticking clocks and orange numbers: sparse aisles of dirty, empty seats littered with tattered right-wing pages, sprinkled with people leaving youth behind, stretching down the arrow of redundant light. Perhaps the true kids and party people are in town hours earlier, shopping, drinking all through the breezy afternoon, spilling from football grounds and surfacing in the centre at six. I walk into the past, down Endell Street (I saw David A. Stewart on a roof on TV the other day: he lives in the toad hospital): to the bar where no-one has heard of us. Underground: the Kaiser with his lollies, Capybara with her panda eyes (that can�t be right), Starry with her head ticking through grate JOkeZoR about sweetZoR. My editor is the 5-minute DJ, playing TV themes. I give him a home-made record. Bronze harmonies bounce off a low ceiling. It�s all in the production, la. We drink beer from a dumb waiter. The radio plays cowboy songs so stupidly. We all watch the flowers fall, she wears them and we all dream. I tell my editor my fish-finger story. It lacks punch. I don�t think he wants to publish it. � They are just Bowie followers, he opines. The Cure without the success. We stand against another wall and tear the posters down, talking about the great Chauss�e. She is not fully realized, I protest: we�re given too scant reason to go with the narrator�s adoration. - Well, says my editor � there are a couple of pages. Campbell plays grinding rhythm & blues. Thank goodness! We try to sing along, but some of those verses have always been obscure. It is, though, their �Bigmouth Strikes Again� � that much is clear. Captain Marvel is asleep: it�s 10pm after all. But the Cabbage is here, down in the earth. This is the point: the nub. We gather round him and his contact machine: Professor Paulo, others and I, to hear about tomorrow�s match. It�s more than a rumour. Yes, I shall be there, I say, though we seem to be preparing with the Sheringham method. Jonnie #5 � he sounds, come to think of it, like a character from the Boss - for time #1, a Tim Sherwood of the disco floor. He escapes injury for one night only. He thinks of our peaks against Fulham and Chelsea, our troughs. He knows what he�s on about. I tell the Kaiser that if he wants to be Tarrico tomorrow, I want to flog him. My editor gets the Cabbage to slip �Like A Daydream� from its yellow sheath. It hisses into pure action while I�m still waiting for a drink to come from the waiter, the butler. This is as good as the disco gets. It takes a lolly to dance to it. �The Model�: it�s like �The Royal Tennenbaums�. Cazza plays a platter about Maggie Thatcher. I look at the lyrics on the sleeve: they�re not as poor as they could have been. I suppose the idea is to be topical. The rest is silence. Outside they turn the match into a picnic. Make a picnic of it. The purists are suspicious. But it sounds apt. I wait with my editor at the bus stop. We talk about the flowers and the radio. � They are just Bowie copyists, he explains. The Cure without the French. Who is more important, he asks � Bowie or McCartney? We disagree. We fail to see our buses going by. The day dawns blue and sweet. I read Heaney: bells and raindrops, loosed screens and straight walks. *Sunday*, he says. The trains are sunny. I read Graham Greene on the book-web. London Bridge: the descent, the empty spaces, the halls where the tubes and people come and go. Roy Hodgson, justifying his achievements. He reads literature both contemporary and classical, they say. They�ve always said this: when will someone make more of it, properly interview him on the pleasures of Italian fabulism? The tube security in bright cheery blue: the crowds of energy: an entrance closed: the streets, the flows, the individuals with their belligerence and desire. It�s always the same, coming in off this train, too: the place is as it was the first day I walked into that bookshop over the road and flicked through volumes on Paul Gascoigne and D.H. Lawrence. The spring light over Camden, and this only March. The highways and turnings: quiet impressive roads, high pastel houses, the lovely church, the symbolism of the English Folk school. At the top of the hill a gang of three, their heads turned away from London. Archel is a poet, I�ve heard, who used to top the List Crush List (Crush). The boy Walton joins us: I wonder whether he exemplifies sinister. In a good way. They don�t want my fish. They don�t even believe it�s fish. A stranger arrives atop the hill. He gazes with cautious eyes at the horizons, like Clint Eastwood � but with a football. He uses it as a seat. The Kaiser thinks he may be �ILE scum�, and he is half-right. It�s Dr C: an encounter to note. Notebooks out, eirenists. We share a packet of peperami, 80-20. I want to revive the peperami. There is no need: Chu, also arrived, is eating them too. The Doc has driven. He *is* driven. Hopkins shows in a red shirt. Cabbage shows in a shirt from Singapore. Perhaps they have all gathered in advance to plot their downfall, I mean, our downfall. I ask Hopkins about a building on the skyline. - That�s the Stephen Trouss� Institute for Contemporary Madness, he says. We discuss its possible occupants. Names are named. ILE head downhill. Cazza gathers his boys. The boy Apps has brought shirts for all sinister to wear. Cazza, like the pinefox, fears ILE. But he stresses the strengths that sinister FC have: - Youth and speed. I think he means it. Five to four. On the great plain where the sky changes slowly overhead, all warm up. Jonnie#5 gets so warm he burns. He can�t play. I am sorry, given his allegiances; the poor fellow. At the last, as though there had been all the time in the world � for in fact there was � my editor strolls down the hill and dons his black and white shirt. Jim is here too, and Dr Sean: the solidest of pros. Black and White United, indeed. Only Stuart Murdoch is lacking. (No - not only.) ILE: Cabbage, Dr C, Hopkins, g, jel, Trewartha, Nick the Dastoor Sinister: the Kaiser, the lad Walton, the Boy G, Dr Sean, Jim, Apps, Nick the dandy. Sinister have many substitutes. We hold our fire. Some of us could have crossed over and evened up the numbers. But we didn�t come to play for ILE. Why? I don�t know. Something keeps us on sinister�s side, even though we be ILE regulars. We are forever walking into the past. 20 minutes are played each way. The match is tough, serious, not easy for anyone. There are no walkovers, no shooting gallery, no gross gaps between the teams. Commitment is total, energy is expended everywhere. ILE have good players: Hopkins is good in goal, plays 38 minutes longer than he�d announced. The Doc is a veteran of competition: he can�t help himself urging his team together, telling them to talk more. (If ILE talked, what would they say? �Robot Sausages: Classic or Dud?�) g � lower-case g � seems a strong player, a tough guy, not easily beaten. But somehow, sinister do have their beating. Perhaps it�s the style of players: sinister possess enough playmakers, dribblers, flair boys to make the difference. Within about 5 minutes it�s 3-0 to sinister. Walton and the boy G are devastating, all skill and incision. By half-time, with Trouss� and the pinefox alternating as black and white TV referees, it has reached 4-0: and this pressure game has an unexpected vibe to it. ILE have a chance in the second half, because the pinefox joins the sinister team as a substitute. If they can�t score now, with me playing against them, they never will. They don�t. It is their best spell, as the Doc will say: but the scoreline keeps them at nil. Our lads even claim later that ILE never had a shot at goal. Can this be true? I�d like to remember more of the game itself here. I can�t pull much together. I know that Apps, Walton and G were terrific: and that when Cazza returned to the fray, looking for a needle match in a haywain, he scored at least one bruised peach of a goal, maybe two. The final score, at 4:48, is improbable: Sinister 8-0 ILE. Some say this is fair reflection. I can�t see that: the ILE kids worked hard. But the score is real, and anyone on sinister should raise their rum and Ribena a moment to toast our star players. The Doc shakes our hands and heads home to Fulham, or wherever. He may take revenge one day. David Moore has arrived, chronicler and photographer. He savours the red Cabbage. Moore brings news to cheer: Liverpool have beaten Chelsea 1-0 with a last-minute goal. The details Moore then deploys suggest a week�s football homework. Sinister hang about for another game against ourselves. This is a 4-1 or something. Stevie G plays Hollywood balls. At the Hollywood Bowl, as McCartney once said. The walk away from the sun, from the grass, the air, is as slow as Paul Gascoigne on the road to Burnley. Jeremy tells me of how he and Shearer spent �100 a night on parties. That�s how cheap Scotland is. Into the Eagle. Cazza wants to talk men of the match. I�ll give the boy Walton the award for the big game; Trouss�s passing wins it for the second. - Apps is our Roy Keane. Cazza says that the victory is significant: youth and hope against � what? I can�t remember � age and despair? ILE, he says, is unfriendly. Perhaps it depends. - I know tomorrow�s gonna taste like cake, says an old LoveSpitLove song. Today tastes like cake too: chocolate cake for Dmitra. We don�t know her so well. We don�t like Lionel Trilling so much, we decide, says Moore. We like *Don Allen.* No wonder he got to be editor. The kids list best-ever sinister posters. Were YOU on the list? I�m not telling. Cazza talks about Cults. Someone names his opposite. Someone names the pinefox�s opposite, too, but I don�t think I understand this one. People come and go, talking on the telephone, falling for the flowers. The sprightliness of �the� [Grateful] Dead, how everyone likes �Passionate Kisses�, the lack of sex in Ulysses, the contrasting abandon of Pynchon, the Clinamen. The drinks. Nicky D buys some. My editor talks about �The Royal Tennenbaums�, naturally. It�s like �The Model�, and the pinefox�s family. I should make some kind of effort to see this picture. Someone steals half the bar�s possessions. Fingers are pointed at the space where a vagrant was. They disperse into darkness, looking for cars, cigarettes, buses, telephone cards, dangerous spilled takeaways. Alone again in the middle of the street, amid the crowds and the thieves, under the night. And so we beat on, full-backs against the run of play, borne back ceaselessly into our own half. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Movies - coverage of the 74th Academy Awards� http://movies.yahoo.com/ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From meanies at xxx.uk Tue Mar 26 13:59:18 2002 From: meanies at xxx.uk (Mick Cooke) Date: Tue, 26 Mar 2002 13:59:18 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Beans Does Divine Message-ID: Chris "Beans" Geddes makes a special guest DJ appearance at legendary Glasgow nitespot DIVINE this Saturday 30th March (Glasgow School of Art, 168 Renfrew Street 11pm til late, 5 pounds entry). Expect northern soul, deep funk, classic sixties and rocksteady reggae from the top drawer - in a word "unmissable"! +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From h.brown6 at xxx.uk Tue Mar 26 14:38:20 2002 From: h.brown6 at xxx.uk (Hannah Brown) Date: Tue, 26 Mar 2002 14:38:20 +0000 Subject: Sinister: growel Message-ID: <3CA087DC.4969BD59@camb.linst.ac.uk> hello people, Yey, it's all sunny and bright and i can't walk properly because the sun is blinding my eyes!!!!! You all seem to be having a jolly time of late, I SOOOOOOOOOOO wanted to join the weekend celebrations but my friend came round with her baby and i couldn't really sneak off. I even made a mini me which i was going to send to Mark C to take with him to tigermilking, it was very cool, it had boots and a bag with some vodka and £5 in it but when i put the head on it look VERY scary, then it started to fall apart revealing my plastercine/wire chest, so i aborted the whole idea. Next time hopefully i will be there in the flesh, i cannot wait until April 3rd and am going to start drinking again for the occasion, yey, this "keeping sober" thing is getting boring.what are the pre-post plans by the way?????????? I really want to natter on about lots of stupid things like how i got onto an MA course and how my life is being taken over by people called "ALEX or ALEC", for example, being asked out by the horrible death metal Alex and adoring the french Alec who doesn't know i exist. It's all very boring and non B&S related and i have realised that i have been abusing this site lately and must stop. I may become a lurker for a while, please think of me in an hour as i am having my first ever filling and im not scared about the dentist bit, i just won't be able to eat for hours AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, what if i starve hannah in a big bath of jizzz +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From aja2 at xxx.uk Tue Mar 26 15:10:26 2002 From: aja2 at xxx.uk (The grass is always greener on the other side of the iron curtain) Date: Tue, 26 Mar 2002 15:10:26 +0000 Subject: Sinister: A quick thought on nature Message-ID: <3CA08F62.9020308@st-and.ac.uk> I was just about in the door, when I heard the most awful shrieking, like something was within inches of death. I ran up the path, and turned the corner to find myself face to face with the most beautiful hawk (or something like that), proudly examining a poor blackbird that had been unfortunate enough to become lunch. At least the hawk wont go hungry, and maybe hes got a family to feed, but who looks after the blackbirds' family now? Nature's beautiful. Nature's cruel and unfair. Peace, Love and Kings of Convenience, Andy X +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From unstablemable at xxx.com Tue Mar 26 16:13:09 2002 From: unstablemable at xxx.com (unstable mable) Date: Tue, 26 Mar 2002 16:13:09 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Getting my Belle and Sebastians out Message-ID: Hello sinisterians, This is my cherry popping moment - very exciting. I will try and be witty and interesting but i suspect that i will fail and this posting will make me look like a tosser. C'est la vie.. Does anyone know who is supporting B&S next week at Brixton? Just curious. I have a top tip for pulling strangers on public transport. I was on the tube the other day looking at a B&S cd cover when this foxy, hairy american guy started to talk to me about them. Unfortunatly i just went bright red and couldnt do much more than squeek a couple of replies to his questions. And so stictly speaking i didnt pull him, but had i been witty and intersting perhaps i would have. So i'm gonna be staring at album covers a lot more on my journey to uni and i'll be prepared for next time, if there is a next time. Yes, i am desperate and should get out more, i know... I'm planning a road trip in america in sept/oct - anyone got any cool suggestions of good places to visit? I'll be in the USA for about a month. Well that's enough of my crap, i wont subject you to anymore of it now. Ciao for now! 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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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From Katia913 at xxx.com Tue Mar 26 18:02:09 2002 From: Katia913 at xxx.com (Katia913 at xxx.com) Date: Tue, 26 Mar 2002 13:02:09 EST Subject: Sinister: I love you, sinister Message-ID: <78.24234e0c.29d211a1@aol.com> Sinister, sinister Do you all believe in childhood love? I dont mean 'puppy love', but rather, real old school love like your parents might have. I'm 16, I dont believe that I could fall in love now, but then why do so many other people think they can? MY old best friend is also 16 and has dated her love for three years; how can she know she is in love at 13? Is it real? We were reading the poem "Annabelle Lee" by Poe in literature before break and my teacher said about the line "our love was far stronger than people older than we, than people far wiser than we" that she did believe in puppy love. Do you? Sorry for the list abuse... Love, Kate +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From KevShindig at xxx.com Tue Mar 26 19:45:58 2002 From: KevShindig at xxx.com (KevShindig at xxx.com) Date: Tue, 26 Mar 2002 14:45:58 EST Subject: Sinister: It's a good day for flying Message-ID: <136.b3b144d.29d229f6@aol.com> I never knew going to a travel agency would be so heartbreaking. Once I decided I was going to fly to Atlanta to see Belle and Sebastian, I needed to set everything into place as quickly as possible, before logic set in. "At the first travel agency I see", I told myself, "I am buying plane tickets." Cambridge Travel resides in a little dais-like mall area in Porter Square, the same building that houses my favorite burrito stand. Actually, I'm kind of pissed at the burrito stand - they used to play jaunty Mexican renditions of popular light-rock tunes, but about two weeks ago they switched to playing the actual light-rock songs, in English. I don't know about you, but I'd rather hear a Mariachi version of "The Wind Beneath My Wings" over the Bette Midler version. The last time I was there they were playing the aforementioned Bette Midler version and it took everything in my power to not turn to the guy behind me in line and me and exclaim, "Hey, do you know what this song makes me think of? High school graduations!" with fake over-earnestness. In retrospect, I should have done it. Boston is the most unfriendly place I've ever been to, let alone lived in, and I have to keep myself amused somehow. Oh yeah, Cambridge Travel. I don't want to use the word "ramshackle", at least not in a sentence, but there was a general feeling of disarray to the place. I had read somewhere, I think, that the whole business of being a travel agent was on its way out due to the internet, and airlines cutting costs. I was the only customer, and I looked a bit ramshackle myself. Besides, they were playing jaunty Chinese-language versions of popular light-rock hits. A good omen. My new travel agent, a middle aged woman of Asian descent, and I sat across from each other at a desk, and proceeded to hash out the details of my trip. I wanted to leave on a Monday, I said, and return either the next day or possibly on Wednesday. She asked me if it was a business trip, while staring at my black t-shirt for the punk band DOOM which says, I shit you not, "Making Punk A Threat Again!" on it. (digression : many moons ago, I would work Sundays at a record store in Providence, Rhode Island called Fast Forward so the owners, Ron and Judy, could have a day off. Ron and Judy used to pay me in merchandise, which was fine because I would just spend the money on records anyway. I was picking out twenty dollars worth of stuff one day, and after grabbing the used copy of "Snowball" by the Field Mice I picked out the DOOM t-shirt, because if they were Making Punk a Threat Again I wanted to be on their side. This was seven years ago, and Fast Forward is no more, but I still sometimes wear the t-shirt while listening to "Snowball") "No", I told her, "I'm going to see a band." This amused her, I could tell, as she started to figure out prices for tickets, muttering, "You must really like band..." Her quotes were about a hundred dollars over what I was expecting to pay, from checking out prices on The Internet, so I asked her to check some other airlines, and it was all roughly the same amount of money. And the travel agent told me that the airlines have stopped giving them commission, and she seemed to be resigned to losing another customer because of this, and the whole thing was just impossibly sad. A Cantonese version of "Total Eclipse of the Heart", playing in the background, only heightened things. I suppose it was a combination of guilt and altruism (guilt mostly) that spurred me to buy the damn plane tickets anyway. Hell, it's a Belle and Sebastian tour, and I want to see them as many times as possible. And I already bought the show tickets, and I want to see my friend Noah in Atlanta and drink coffee until five in the morning with him and talk about old soul records like we used to do before he moved. The travel agent seemed really cheered by this, and said "Thank you so much!" a couple of times, and my head filled with images of her returning to her family that night, declaring, "Tonight we dine like kings!" while brandishing the credit card receipt from our transaction. She shook my hand and gave me my plane ticket. I left quickly, before one of us started crying. Kevin +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From KevShindig at xxx.com Tue Mar 26 19:59:54 2002 From: KevShindig at xxx.com (KevShindig at xxx.com) Date: Tue, 26 Mar 2002 14:59:54 EST Subject: Sinister: It's a good day for flying Message-ID: I never knew going to a travel agency would be so heartbreaking. Once I decided I was going to fly to Atlanta to see Belle and Sebastian, I needed to set everything into place as quickly as possible, before logic set in. "At the first travel agency I see", I told myself, "I am buying plane tickets." Cambridge Travel resides in a little dais-like mall area in Porter Square, the same building that houses my favorite burrito stand. Actually, I'm kind of pissed at the burrito stand - they used to play jaunty Mexican renditions of popular light-rock tunes, but about two weeks ago they switched to playing the actual light-rock songs, in English. I don't know about you, but I'd rather hear a Mariachi version of "The Wind Beneath My Wings" over the Bette Midler version. The last time I was there they were playing the aforementioned Bette Midler version and it took everything in my power to not turn to the guy behind me in line and me and exclaim, "Hey, do you know what this song makes me think of? High school graduations!" with fake over-earnestness. In retrospect, I should have done it. Boston is the most unfriendly place I've ever been to, let alone lived in, and I have to keep myself amused somehow. Oh yeah, Cambridge Travel. I don't want to use the word "ramshackle", at least not in a sentence, but there was a general feeling of disarray to the place. I had read somewhere, I think, that the whole business of being a travel agent was on its way out due to the internet, and airlines cutting costs. I was the only customer, and I looked a bit ramshackle myself. Besides, they were playing jaunty Chinese-language versions of popular light-rock hits. A good omen. My new travel agent, a middle aged woman of Asian descent, and I sat across from each other at a desk, and proceeded to hash out the details of my trip. I wanted to leave on a Monday, I said, and return either the next day or possibly on Wednesday. She asked me if it was a business trip, while staring at my black t-shirt for the punk band DOOM which says, I kid you not, "Making Punk A Threat Again!" on it. (digression : many moons ago, I would work Sundays at a record store in Providence, Rhode Island called Fast Forward so the owners, Ron and Judy, could have a day off. Ron and Judy used to pay me in merchandise, which was fine because I would just spend the money on records anyway. I was picking out twenty dollars worth of stuff one day, and after grabbing the used copy of "Snowball" by the Field Mice I picked out the DOOM t-shirt, because if they were Making Punk a Threat Again I wanted to be on their side. This was seven years ago, and Fast Forward is no more, but I still sometimes wear the t-shirt while listening to "Snowball") "No", I told her, "I'm going to see a band." This amused her, I could tell, as she started to figure out prices for tickets, muttering, "You must really like band..." Her quotes were about a hundred dollars over what I was expecting to pay, from checking out prices on The Internet, so I asked her to check some other airlines, and it was all roughly the same amount of money. And the travel agent told me that the airlines have stopped giving them commission, and she seemed to be resigned to losing another customer because of this, and the whole thing was just impossibly sad. A Cantonese version of "Total Eclipse of the Heart", playing in the background, only heightened things. I suppose it was a combination of guilt and altruism (guilt mostly) that spurred me to buy the damn plane tickets anyway. Hell, it's a Belle and Sebastian tour, and I want to see them as many times as possible. And I already bought the show tickets, and I want to see my friend Noah in Atlanta and drink coffee until five in the morning with him and talk about old soul records like we used to do before he moved. The travel agent seemed really cheered by this, and said "Thank you so much!" a couple of times, and my head filled with images of her returning to her forty-seven children that night, declaring, "Tonight we dine like kings!" while brandishing the credit card receipt from our transaction. She shook my hand and gave me my plane ticket. I left quickly, before one of us started crying. Kevin +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From gummi at xxx.net Wed Mar 27 00:10:20 2002 From: gummi at xxx.net (=?iso-8859-1?Q?Gu=F0mundur_J=F3hannsson?=) Date: Wed, 27 Mar 2002 00:10:20 -0000 Subject: Sinister: =?iso-8859-1?Q?I_know_where_the_summer_goes!_=28_=E9g_veit_hvert_suma?= =?iso-8859-1?Q?ri=F0_fer=29?= Message-ID: <000f01c1d523$c8b39af0$6400000a@gummijoh> Hello all! I need to get this load of my shoulders! Two weeks ago I went on my first B&S concert in Copenhagen. I made a five day trip out of it and I went with two of my best friends. We stayed at our friends house in Copenhages where they are studying. This trip was the best ever. A lot of beer, talking and just generally hanging out in a beautiful city made the trip better then i imagined. On sunday reality finally caught up with me. I was finally gonna see my favorite band in the whole wide world. Of all the bands i listen to (Sigur Rós,Grandaddy,Travis,Blonde Redhead,Tenacious D, Turin Brakes, etc etc etc) I adore and listen mostly to B&S. After the concert I didnt know really what to make out of it. now 2 weeks later it really hit me. The concert was exactly how I imagine heaven to be. Isobel sings like an angel. Stuart is GOD and he keeps everything together. I have been listening to the songs they played that night and I am just now just understanding it all. This was by a far the best experience I have lived! Sorry if the rant is out of context. I aint that used to write gibberish in English but if you lot would understand Icelandic I could say more and tell you about the concert better. Are there any Icelanders on this list?? Please contacty me if there are. best of luck to you all! GJ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From fbrito at xxx.br Wed Mar 27 00:43:34 2002 From: fbrito at xxx.br (Fernando Brito) Date: Tue, 26 Mar 2002 21:43:34 -0300 Subject: Sinister: Dirty Dream #3 Message-ID: (I bet someone else used this subject first!) Hello, Sinister! Hope everything is alright! Last Saturday I went to this shopping center in the downtown area, the so called Rock Gallery. This is a very famous place here, some people say it's the largest agglomeration of rock'n roll related shops in the planet. There are lots of CD shops, tattoo studios, etc, etc... whatever you can imagine as related to rock music, you will find it there! But it's more a place for heavy metal, hardcore and gothic fans, there's nothing related to indie music. I went there just to buy a pair of shoes, but what I was really looking for was a few meters away, in another music mall, and this other one does have an indie section! And guess what I was looking for? And found it! Belle and Sebastian Live at Free Jazz Festival! The audio record of the happiest day of my life! And... it sucks!! It was recorded from the audience, the sound quality is horrible! It only works as a souvenir from that day, along with my SM autograph. My SM autograph reminds me the story that Astrid told us about her party with the band... GRRR!!!! Isn't anybody else as jealous of her as I am?! All I have to remember from the day I met Stuart Murdoch was that I was fighting with other 20 guys trying to get his autograph! And it wasn't necessarily a fair fight, it was push and pull and punch and bite and kick... more or less like those cartoon fights! And when I finally reached Stuart I couldn't see him because of that huge crowd! And I felt that someone was trying to take my ticket from my hand! I was getting furious, I was thinking that when I finally got to get near him my only paper to the autograph (the ticket) would be stolen! Eventually I could see who was trying to steal my ticket.... it was Stuart himself! He was looking at me with a very angry aspect like saying "Hey! If you don't give me that bloody paper you'll get no fucking autograph!!". I felt so embarassed, I just grinned and let him take it... and I was so ashamed I couldn't even talk to him. So all I said was "You're great, man, you're great!". He looked at me and grinned back, and I just turned around and let another guy take my place... What a shame! What a shame!! Anyway... Last night I had the oddest dream of my life! My dreams are always so boring, nothing really happens, it's just like someone sitting on a chair, someone saying "Hi"... nothing more complicated or sophisticated. But this dream... I woke up in the midle of this street, with lots of people passing by, some staring at me... I was dressed with only a t-shirt and my underpants. Then I saw myself taking breakfast on the hood of a Brasilia (a very old brazilian car) that was parked at the sidewalk, it was like the car's hood was a table, and I was there, eating half naked, in the middle of the street! After my breakfast I walked home, which was right in front of the car. My house was crowded with college students, and I had to ask them to leave because I didn't know them at all! People that I've never met in my whole life were using my house to hang out, like it was a park or something! So whilst I was walking in the house I had to keep saying "Could you please?", "Please?", pointing my house's gate and asking them to leave. This part is quite interesting, when I think that I would love to (be able to) make new friends and that I don't have anybody I can really call a "friend". But instead of calling them to have a beer or a cup of tea (not really!), I simply expelled them! Then I walked around my house, maybe I was checking if there was anybody else there. But all I found was a very old doll without its head, lying on the grass. And when I found it my dream was over, I woke up, had a laugh and returned to my sleep. Everything in my dream was in grey tonalities, my whole dream was in black and white, but I'm sure the old car was red or orange. But there are no red Brasilias as far as I can remember... Now, Mable! So you were on the tube looking at a B&S CD cover?! Did you know that this is the magic pose you use whenever you want someone to fall in love with you?! I wish I could take my B&S CDs to the clubs & pubs where I hang out, these places are full of cute girls and I'm sure they'd love to talk, kiss, whatever, with a B&S fan!! But it would be kinda weird, you know, take my own CDs to a discotheque! Now, guys, listen carefully and please do not tell this to anybody else that's not a Sinister: A Belle and Sebastian CD is like a puppy, girls love it!!! But be careful when you make your looking-at-a-B&S-CD-cover-pose when the CD you're looking at is "I'm Waking Up To Us", this can be really dangerous! It's is like going out with a basket of puppies or... I don't know what else can be that seductive! Be ready to say "no" to priests, nuns, nazis... all these people will fall in love with you as soon as they see you, in your irresistible pose, holding the most powerful aphrodisiac ever invented! OK... I think that's too much BS (aha!) for only one post, I'll save some for the next one! Kisses and Hugs! Fernando Brito +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From tsong at xxx.edu Wed Mar 27 01:29:29 2002 From: tsong at xxx.edu (Tsong) Date: Tue, 26 Mar 2002 20:29:29 -0500 Subject: Sinister: IKEA, Volvo, Saab, and The International Noise Conspiracy Message-ID: <00c301c1d52e$d81d5f20$e64017ac@resnet.rutgers.edu> Thanks for all of you who so warmly welcomed me. Today was the first time I've gotten this many replies... I've also learnt quite a few things about some of you... Many of you asked me about my "deal" with wanting to go to Sweden. I dunno... I guess because the place is so BEAUTIFUL? The boring Jersey landscape of Turnpike highways, factories, and pharmaceuticals cannot possibly compare to the snow, the water and tons of natural goodies of Sweden. The food is excellent and the people are friendly (at least those I met there). I especially miss the kind of cheese that comes in a tube and has something to do with shrimp. I'm not vegan, by the way... Anyways you can't find it here in Jersey, not even in IKEA. The second time I went was for the Midsommar. It was crazy. The sun was just up forever and people were just insanely drunk and happy. I loved it. So there, that's the deal with me and Sweden. Does anyone think the same thing as I do? -Elsa +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From sftweeindieguy at xxx.com Wed Mar 27 02:53:18 2002 From: sftweeindieguy at xxx.com (Nick Davis) Date: Tue, 26 Mar 2002 18:53:18 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: Lille or Paris activities? Message-ID: <20020327025318.23625.qmail@web21403.mail.yahoo.com> Will anybody be attending the Lille and/or Paris shows? I'll be visiting from San Francisco and most likely quite lonely. Also, does anyone have any information on the two venues, the Aeronef in Lille and the Grand Rex in Paris? My french is tres mal. Oh, this is my first post, hi, I'm Nick. Nick __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Movies - coverage of the 74th Academy Awards� http://movies.yahoo.com/ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From tsong at xxx.edu Wed Mar 27 04:42:24 2002 From: tsong at xxx.edu (Tsong) Date: Tue, 26 Mar 2002 23:42:24 -0500 Subject: Sinister: NYC We Will See Message-ID: <00e701c1d549$cb171120$e64017ac@resnet.rutgers.edu> So who's going to the New York show on the 5th of May? Raise your hands. -Elsa +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From idleberry at xxx.com Wed Mar 27 06:21:03 2002 From: idleberry at xxx.com (idleberry) Date: Tue, 26 Mar 2002 22:21:03 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: My baby left me. Message-ID: <20020327062103.20189.qmail@web14609.mail.yahoo.com> I've been dumped. On friday, I was dumped. you know I was dumpeda few weeks ago well, this is real dumped, as in, I can't convince him to give me a chance, becuase he won't. I've lost. I think the truth of it is hitting me slowly. Saturday I didn't feel so bad, but as each day has started, my tears have got progressively worse, and my self esteem and ego and pride have crescended to the depths I can't remember. Part of me wants to go to the doctor, and ask for them just to put me away into a little cell for a while with lots of drugs and specialists. But the last time I felt this depressed, I only got through it becuase of my now ex boyfriend, so I think if I went into anywhere, I don't think I'd ever come out, with nobody to love me like he did, and help me. When theres no light, theres no hope. Hes on the list. I told you, no ego, no fries, no self esteem left. The clever girl in me would remain in stone cold silence, maintaining her diginity. She wouldn't have begged him back like I have done, or phone him up every day (well, Suday, Monday Tuesday) to ask why, even though she knows why. She would find a way of getting on with her life. But the clever girl doesn't exist. only the stupid girl, who can't cope with such a problem to solve. I loved him, and I love him, and I miss him, and I feel like someone has pulled my entire body into tiny little peices and is burning each part, bit by bit. There is nobody who can help me at all, bcuase I have spoken to them all, all those I considered who might. I can barey sleep at night. Thats when the pain really strikes. Do you want to know what it feels like? A slow, cruel, evil torture. I can tell myself, and my friends, all day long, that I'm ok, I can tell everyone that. And generally, every day, I am so strong. But at night, I crumble, and I hope for exhaustion to take me quickly into sleep, and I hope to be too tired to dream, becuase I can't escape my dreams and nightmares easily. And when I can't sleep, or when I wake up, like I have done now, thats when the problems are. You know I'm writing this at 5:41am. I wish I could escape it all, escape my feelings. But the last three years have turned me into who I am, how can I escape that? And Mark, he was the love of my life, the only bloke I have ever trully loved, and cherished, and he was my soul mate and my best friend, I don't care if hes reading this, becuase its stuff I told him when we were together anyway. I wanted to propose to him, and I had worked out all the details as well, the ring especially, wwas going to be red gold. he was the only man I ever really trusted, who Icould look at, and feel so complete with, the only person I could be with and not feel inclined to hide up my body in case he saw the wobbly bits or th extra white bits, or the saggy bits, or the hairy bits I hadn't had chance to de-hair. I knew he would never eye up slimmer girls than me, becuase he would look at me, as he drove me around, and I'd see him stealing glimpses, and he'd smile and tell me I was pretty. And all the things we did, and said, and how he would want a hug when I got up out of bed to go to the shower after a lie in. or tickling me. Or calling me a wierdo becuase of the thing I did with my toes and the duvet. Playing his guitar for me. listeing to music together, because I've never met anyone with as much in common as we had, especially music, there was no trying to impress each other, becuase we knew what the other liked, and I knew when it came to music, I could always trust his judgement. And I've lost that. I've lost my soul mate, the man I loved and adored and the man who made me feel complete. Now I feel like every cell has been amputated from my body and scattered, and is being picked at by seagulls. And quite frankly, if I don't ge one chance at sleep, within the next twenty four hours, without the dreams where I'm on the phone trying to call him and beg him to come back to me, then I don't know what to do. People say take it step by step, day by day. Well, I've broken it down even further and am taking it second by second. You know my laptop is covered in splodges of tears right now. I am sitting, in my brothers room, on a dining room chair, with my legs tucked under me and a duvet wrapped around my arms and back and shoulders, wearing a sky blue t shirt with groovy chick on it and matching bottoms in a darker blue. My fringe has parted, and moved into the waves of my hair, so it doesn't look like I have a fringe. my eyes are tiny little pinpricks, surrounded by pink, puffy wet flesh where my tears have been pouring along. its daylight outside, my toes are cold becuase the central heating is yet to come on. I thought the idea was that I'd get better, not worse. but its not happening. I think I'm reversing into hell instead of driving out slowly in first gear. I really need to pass my drivers test, and get my gears sorted out. My hair smells nice, I bought some tony and guy stuff at the weekend from boots on special offer. The shampoo and the conditioner weren't as great as they should be at �4.49, not in comparrison to pantene pro v, but the blow dry stuff was good, and left my hair shiny. and smelly, in a nice hairdresser smelly way. i had to change my password on my e mail accounts after my (now ex) boyfriend cracked them, and read things he shouldn't have. If I had made them harder, perhaps I wouldn't be single. If I had behaved myself in the first place and not gone developing crushes on other people, maybe he wouldn't have found anything to dump me over. Do you think "legalman" was too easy really? Don't even try it- i've changed them now. I didn't mean to have a crush on someone else. It was just someone who was paying me some attention and taking an innocent friendly interest in me, that made me think he was cute, while my boyfriend and I had taken each other for granted, and allowed everything with the exception of sex to go stale. I think last time we had problems in our love life, it was the sex that was first to dive bomb. So I think my method of thinking was: save the sex, and everything else will follow suit. If anyone else is in a rough patch in their relationship- it doesn't work. its so odd, I thought I'd be the strong one out of all of this. but I'm not.I'm making a right pigs ear out of myself, and makin a complete fool of myself too. All the things, all the things I said I wouldn't do, all the things I have done. 23 and I have lost all my dignity, self respect, pride, and any respect I am sure from anyone who ever knew me, becuase i'm not strong, I'm feeling very very weak, and pathetic, and i just want to hibernate until all my feelings have washed out of my system. There is nothing left of me not really, except for the following: two eyes (severe water damage) mouth (in desperate need of a little tlc) two saggy breasts (too much chocolate) two legs (may need to be trimmed- sightly overgrown hair thing going on) two lungs (functioning- but have been juttering for the past few days, on account of crying and the convulsions of sobs) one heart (broken beyond repair- irreplaceable) liver (alcohol free for five days) hair (thick, dark, glossy, manageable, shiny, looking great.) All available on a second hand rate. its 6:10 am. I've had about an hours sleep all night. I might wander out to the shop in a bit. if only I knew what to do now, and how to cope. I just wish he hadn't phoned me back after being a drunken idiot- I was doing so well when i could blame him. Instead, now he is being reasonable, I'm adapting the role of the idiot and my feelings are all over the place. must think: cool ice maiden... cool ice maiden.... cool ice maiden... not : ice cream guzzling incoherent blubbing emotional wreck Bridget Jones style loser. walkies. LATERS Idles (and her duvet) xxx ===== http://clubs.yahoo.com/clubs/corduroysmoke and the world did get covered in a thick haze of corduroy smoke. And it felt good. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Movies - coverage of the 74th Academy Awards� http://movies.yahoo.com/ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From snowy_theband at xxx.com Wed Mar 27 14:32:34 2002 From: snowy_theband at xxx.com (snowy .) Date: Wed, 27 Mar 2002 14:32:34 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Heartbreak B&B. Message-ID: Hello everyone. Idleberry's post made me really sad. Mainly because I've recently been going through the same thing. Well, since November, so it's probably about time I snapped out of it really. But I can't. My ex and I have remained close friends. Which is nice but painful at times. Our relationship should never have worked on paper. Different religions, 7 year age gap, different social backgrounds, just 'different' on so many levels. But we just clicked, and it felt so special. Even the most mundane things we did together felt special, and there was nowhere I'd rather have been than with her. She felt (feels) that time is running out for her to settle down and have kids, and that is something she really wants to do. I had thought I definately didn't want any more kids, but started to think differently when I was with her. Then she got an acting job and went away and within 3 weeks that was it. I feel that I've lost my perfect partner. When we see each other we are close and tactile, and I (stupidly) keep thinking this may lead somewhere, even though she is quite clear it won't. So I got another dig in the ribs this morning, with an e-mail making sure I knew the boundaries. I generally take about 2 years out between relationships, and am more than happy to be alone, but something's changed inside me. I think I've had a glimpse of what it's like to have a relationship with a soulmate for the first time in my life. And I've been getting broody again :-0 There's no easy cure for a broken heart. But large quantities of alcohol can ease the pain on a superficial level. Take care xxx _________________________________________________________________ Chat with friends online, try MSN Messenger: http://messenger.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From mbbx9ff2 at xxx.uk Wed Mar 27 14:53:15 2002 From: mbbx9ff2 at xxx.uk (fiona) Date: Wed, 27 Mar 2002 14:53:15 BST Subject: Sinister: MANCHESTER PICNIC ARRANGEMENTS Message-ID: <16838274344@mail1.mcc.ac.uk> hey kids, ok here goes, it looks like we might be blessed with good weather so i have high hopes. times and places are: 1pm-ish piccadilly train station 1:30 / 2pm-ish chorlton green 5:30 / 6pm-ish dry bar, oldham street if anyone has any problems with these times don't email me at this address cos i'm going home for easter weekend, but i can be found at feegrr at yahoo.co.uk i'm going to assume everyone has mobile communication, because full directions to chorlton would be too wordy, suffice to say you have to get a bus, but if anyone gets off the train and can't find us give me a ring and i'll talk you through it. my number for any emergencies is 07796 69 20 89. and anyone who is coming to manchester, but can only make it for a a drink before the gig come and meet us in the dry bar (i can also do directions there as well if anyone needs them). so fingers crossed this works and happy easter everybody, love and picnic arrangements, fiona. p.s. anyone who is coming picniccing, don't forget sandwiches and ribena. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From geishalass at xxx.com Wed Mar 27 13:16:50 2002 From: geishalass at xxx.com (Red Geisha) Date: Wed, 27 Mar 2002 08:16:50 -0500 Subject: Sinister: NYC We Will See Message-ID: Speaking of NYC, a friend and I are travelling there for a girly weekend April 25 - 29. We're going to TisWas, a few acquaintances from Toronto are regulars there. However, are there any other good nights we should look out for. I know all the shopping and can't wait to go to othermusic, it's just the nights that are always iffy. Many thanks! > >So who's going to the New York show on the 5th of May? >Raise your hands. > >-Elsa > _________________________________________________________________ Send and receive Hotmail on your mobile device: http://mobile.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From Lutolfc at xxx.com Wed Mar 27 18:50:13 2002 From: Lutolfc at xxx.com (Lutolfc at xxx.com) Date: Wed, 27 Mar 2002 13:50:13 EST Subject: Sinister:NYC we will see Message-ID: Hey ill be in NYC, may 5 for the belles. talk of picnics? i havent heard of any. what happened to julie? is she still on here after that run in with neil last year? i usually lurk around here. i think ive only posted twice, but i love to read kristin's posts, the chinacat chick, but there haven't been any lately. that makes me sad. anyway i know a couple of you sinisterians live in the new brunswick, NJ area so im gonna commit some list abuse and tell you about a huge open mic poetry reading this non profit poetry organization im part of, Spiral Bridge Writers Guild, will host on wed. april 10 at the Hamilton Street Cafe and Stage in Bound Brook. it starts at 7 p.m. opening with Music For the Free, a local improvisational jazz ensemble. then we have the open mic beginning around 8 and close with another set of music at 1045. if you live in the area you'll probably see fliers. here's some contact info: spiralbridge at hotmail.com or go to www.spiralbridge.org. colleen +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From candlesdie at xxx.com Wed Mar 27 19:28:44 2002 From: candlesdie at xxx.com (-robert .) Date: Wed, 27 Mar 2002 14:28:44 -0500 Subject: Sinister: Heartbreak B&B. Message-ID: >From: "snowy ." >There's no easy cure for a broken heart. But large quantities of alcohol >can ease the pain on a superficial level. Thanks so much for the past. I'm in a similar situation, and at times it's really too much to bear. Hopefully I'm finally on the path to moving on completely, but obviously at times it can be very difficult. Well, I was planning to make a proper introduction at some point but this seems a proper time as any. You'll know my name when I sign off at the end, so moving on, I live on Long Island, in New York, am 24 years old, and will be attending the B&S show at the Hammerstein on May 5th. I'm a relatively new fan, so this will be my first time seeing them and obviously if anyone can relate to how much I'm looking forward to it, you can. I should be rather silent here until the show, so I'll just step back and read as I have for the past few weeks. Bye! -robert. _________________________________________________________________ MSN Photos is the easiest way to share and print your photos: http://photos.msn.com/support/worldwide.aspx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From idleberry at xxx.com Thu Mar 28 00:23:11 2002 From: idleberry at xxx.com (idleberry) Date: Wed, 27 Mar 2002 16:23:11 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: Thank you. :') Message-ID: <20020328002311.61808.qmail@web14605.mail.yahoo.com> hi, well, here I am again. after another day, and when I wrote to you this morning, you saw how I felt then. This, I suppose, is how I am feeling now, the epilogue to my day and my feelings. I felt, after all the e mails I have received, that I ought to come back, and say something more, just to say thank you to everyone on sinister. Thank you to everyone who e mailed me. I've read them all, and I am really touched at your responses. Your replies to my post have really moved me in ways you'll probably never see or know, and only I can ever really measure. But if you knew how much it meant to me, you'd look yourself in the mirror and congratulate yourself on the incredible effect you've had on me through your compassion. So, in a grateful gesture of gratitude, (I need a thesauraus!) I'm going to say thank you: My Horoscope was Nowhere Near Perfect: Kate Keenan Sean (your birthday is the 22nd October, mine is 11th) Sunny Set Amy Longcore Kyla Schuller My Baby Left Me: Kirsten Kenyon Florence Brain Will Haigh Mark Casarotto Christopher Johnson Jeremy Tweddle The Cats Pajamas- Jason Paisley Fiona And John john for being a darling and texting me lots and being kind and sensitive beyond his tender years. you all know who you are. In some cases, I ought to have replied personally, sooner, and I'm sorry for not having done so. But I am so grateful, and thankful for all the kind things you said to me. ********* After I posted, I went to the shop, and got some ciggies. I've smoked near enough thirty today in total. I then crawled into bed, there was something soothing about posting on sinister. I didn't know then whether anyone would read it or care, but it certainly offered a theraputic device that people can pay extortionate ammounts for from people with alphabets after their names. I've deleted my ex's telephone number, and all record of it (text messages, dialled/received number lists) from my mobile. For his benefit and for mine. Temptation is out of the way. I fell asleep, and woke up once or twice, really really exhausted. Never fall asleep face down in your pillow. My glossy locks went into this great big 80's dynasty style mane, the fringe so high that it looke like a small fctory of hairspray had been used to achieve that big hair effect, when I woke up, and my eyes had narrowed into tiny little dots in grey puffy skin. I went out at lunch time with a friend who popped over to see me between work, and then went to the shops. I bought a Monsters Inc easter egg for a little boy I've never met. It was voted the best value for money egg by Woman magazine, since it came with a Sully bean toy and an egg and sweets and chocolate. I walked home, in the sunshine. When I got back, I played my guitar for a few moments, then my friend, who had disappeared decided to skive the day off work, (with some prompting from Yours Trully, ever the little ID Devil girl, sitting on your shoulder telling you what fun to have next) and we went to the pub for a bit. I didn't drink any alcohol at all, I won't. Theres nothing worse than me, drunk and depressed. Really. Even when I'm happy I cry myself to sleep when I'm drunk, and wake up with mascara stains on my pillow. Even though its waterproof (the mascara, not the pillow). My friend dropped me off, and ten minutes later, another friend collected me and took me to their home for dinner, where I gave the little boy I'd never met his egg. He loved it. After dinner, my friend and I went out to the pub, and now I have returned. I think I had two hours alone today, apart from the time when I slept. And although there have been pangs of pain, seeing people has really helped. I was shocked I got responses- I dunno, I was tired, exhausted, and so incredibly emotional when I wrote it, I think its the most truthful thing I have written about my feelings, I wrote it for self-help, I wrote it for my own benefit, my own therapy, and it did make me feel better to let it out. And I was shocked at how kind the responses to my previous post were. How incredibly warm, and beautiful, and how much that has meant to me. You'll never know, I wish you could. But if you believe in karma, then it will come back to reward you, and hopefully in all the ways you deserve and then some. It still hurts, and I'm going to try and go to bed soon and maybe get some sleep tonight. I've been busy, and unable to catch any catnaps through the day, so I feel really exhausted now, and am hoping this will be enough to knock me out. I hope this post can do justice to all the caring, compassionate tender words you've sent me. I couldn't leave it as it was, without a thank you. It really, *trully* has stirred me considerably. Thank you. You've gone and made me cry. But only becuase you made me smile. Love, Kristin (idleberry) xxxx ===== http://clubs.yahoo.com/clubs/corduroysmoke and the world did get covered in a thick haze of corduroy smoke. And it felt good. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Movies - coverage of the 74th Academy Awards� http://movies.yahoo.com/ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From aja2 at xxx.uk Thu Mar 28 01:23:43 2002 From: aja2 at xxx.uk (The grass is always greener on the other side of the iron curtain) Date: Thu, 28 Mar 2002 01:23:43 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Edinburgh Picnic Message-ID: <3CA2709F.6070308@st-and.ac.uk> Dear Sinisters & Sinisterettes, On behalf of Sweetie something, the management are pround to presentto you, for one day only; **THE SINISTER EDINBURGH PICNIC** Meet up under the Scott Monument (the big spiky thing on Princes St.)at 1PM. From there we will go to the Gardens for picnicing, lollypops and jaffa cakes and then onto the pub for some boozing. And then... ...the GIG! If in doubt, shout, or call the Sinister picnic helpline on; *Idleberry - 07812 168 596 *Myself (andy) - 07866 302 844 Lines are open 1PM from April 1st, closing at midnight. Be there, or be a biochemist, Peace, Love and Kings of Convenience, Andy XXX +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From sophiakatrina at xxx.com Thu Mar 28 04:02:25 2002 From: sophiakatrina at xxx.com (sophia katrina) Date: Thu, 28 Mar 2002 04:02:25 +0000 Subject: Sinister: anyone in search of profundity, avert your eyes now... Message-ID: sorry for the list abuse. i shall be brief. some kind denizen of sinister sent me an e-card a little while ago, and i can't open it! (i know it was one of you, as i only use this address for sinister). in fact, i think the website must be a front for organised crime, like the 'aussie chinese' restaurant in melbourne that was closed down in a massive police sting because it was actually a den of criminal masterminds plotting global domination (or something) because there's no way to contact them. please send it again, kind denizen! thank you. that is all. sophia many Xs p.s. public service announcement for the day: kids, don't drink ten lychee and sake cocktails on the day before your grant applications are due. oh, dear lord... _________________________________________________________________ Join the world�s largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail. http://www.hotmail.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From stoutrobin at xxx.com Thu Mar 28 11:42:59 2002 From: stoutrobin at xxx.com (robin stout) Date: Thu, 28 Mar 2002 11:42:59 +0000 Subject: Sinister: The Magic Of A Kind Word Message-ID: Following the example of Daddy Moore, I felt like having a go at transcribing the lyrics to The Magic Of A Kind Word. I put in my video of "Later..." to try a little lip-reading, but I couldn't keep up, and I found myself wondering why Struan had gone for the "short angry italian" look. Then I realised I'd recorded over it with Raging Bull and Struan was, in fact, short angry little Joe Pesci. So I gave up and watched Pebble Mill instead. Weel, here's my attempt, anyway. It's only based on my fuzzy copy of the Peel session, so it might not be too accurate, and it's probably a better reflection of me than whoever sang it. The second verse is mostly made up. At least the exclamation marks are right... The Magic Of A Kind Word ======================== When I think of all the sorrow It is hard to take a breath People fighting one another And I feel there�s nothing left When I feel there�s nothing left... Hey! Cut me loose, now I�m feeling fine, yeah I�m feeling fine! Shake worldly blues, now I�m feeling fine, yeah I�m feeling fine! We�re just like traffic in a big town. You�d better stop you�d better slow down! And the man I know is sleeping (no he�s gone) Till those northern spirits send All the magic of a kind word (of afar (?)) You will always be a friend We take comfort in them... Hey! Cut me loose, now I�m feeling fine, yeah I�m feeling fine! Shake worldly blues, now I�m feeling fine, yeah I�m feeling fine! And there�s enough to share, to go round You�d better stop you�d better slow down instrumental (laa la la la, wooo! Etc..) And you never see your brother (he�ll cut work) You�ll make him smile so see him someday (walk and wait) If we�re happier tomorrow (hope we�ll try) We�ll be living for today We�ll be living for today ============================ Hmm, northern spirits? I think I might have been drinking too much of the old northern spirits when I heard that one. I had a dream last night I was an animal hypnosist and I put to sleep a growling schnauzer. Oh if only dreams came true. I wouldn't need a tetanus jab for a start. bye! Robin x ps: if you have any corrections for the above lyrics, if you have the video version for instance, just send them to me and i'll change it. ta _________________________________________________________________ Chat with friends online, try MSN Messenger: http://messenger.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From nafees at xxx.com Thu Mar 28 14:18:24 2002 From: nafees at xxx.com (nafees saeed) Date: Thu, 28 Mar 2002 14:18:24 -0000 Subject: Sinister: i've got some spare tickets for brixton Message-ID: hi, i bought two tickets for the brixton gig but i'm going to the manchester gig instead now. my brother did the same and he can't make it. basically i've got 4 tickets for brixton spare which i need to sell. you can have them at the price i paid for them which unfortunately means the booking fee. i don't want to do that, but i'd lose money otherwise. sorry. you'll need to get the money to me quickly if you can, because it's bank holiday on monday. let me know if you want them, take care, nafees. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From zoziepop at xxx.com Thu Mar 28 14:16:58 2002 From: zoziepop at xxx.com (Dimitra Daisy) Date: Thu, 28 Mar 2002 16:16:58 +0200 Subject: Sinister: London Pre-gig Picnic? Anyone? Message-ID: Everywhere else that has a gig already has a picnic planned, apart from London... Is anyone going to take control? If no one does, me and Greg will have to do it, and that's almost a threat. Though maybe we'll just get everything right this time, he won't forget his phone at home and I won't get lost and arrive an hour late. But since I know nothing about London, I would be grateful if someone else did it. Though... if Sweetie can organise a picnic without posting... maybe I can do it. But anyway would someone who knows London better than me be kind enough as to suggest a place to have a picnic? Primrose Hill is lovely, but Greg says it's miles away, and maybe we should have it somewhere even slightly relevant or close? What do you think? picnics and big scary cities, Dimitra _________________________________________________________________ Join the world�s largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail. http://www.hotmail.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From nafees at xxx.com Thu Mar 28 14:27:51 2002 From: nafees at xxx.com (nafees saeed) Date: Thu, 28 Mar 2002 14:27:51 -0000 Subject: Sinister: brixton tickets... Message-ID: ...sorry, forgot to mention that i'm not selling them as a group of 4. i can sell them individually if you want. apologies for the list abuse. just i'd rather someone here have them, than a tout person. take care, nafees. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From samwaltonyeah at xxx.com Thu Mar 28 15:57:12 2002 From: samwaltonyeah at xxx.com (Sam Walton) Date: Thu, 28 Mar 2002 15:57:12 Subject: Sinister: London picnic plans Message-ID: Hello again. Dimitra suggested that plans be laid for a London picnic. Although I'm not keen to be the picnic-mummy per se, I would like to suggest the following: Having perused an A-Z, Brixton and the surrounding area does not have much green space where boys and girls could drink Ribena in comfort. So instead how about we picnic in Green Park in the centre of town, and then all head down to Brixton when the time comes? I suggest Green Park because Green Park Tube is only 5 stops on the Victoria Line to Brixton. Does that sound good? Someone else can take the reigns now... love Asm.x ================================ "He's strictly a pain in the ass, but he certainly has a good vocabulary" - Holden Caulfield "He's not the Messiah, he's a very naughty boy" - Mary Cohen _________________________________________________________________ MSN Photos is the easiest way to share and print your photos: http://photos.msn.com/support/worldwide.aspx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From pykachu100 at xxx.com Thu Mar 28 16:06:19 2002 From: pykachu100 at xxx.com (Kenneth P Y Chu) Date: Thu, 28 Mar 2002 16:06:19 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Oldmen bingo cliche Message-ID: How's things sinister? Hope you're all well, but then how can you not be feeling happy it is Spring time (people on the Southern hemisphere have autumn now and that's not to be sniffled at either)? Yes spring is finally actually here, I can tell because the big fuck-off spiders are crawling out of their big fuck-off hideouts to my house to give me a big fuck-off scare; and today at lunchtime I took a walk around the pretty lake next to our place of work, and the ducks have started their mating rituals already. All the young drakes were there, competing for attention of the young feminine, flapping their wings, and racing each other along the waves and serenading their maidens on the top of their lungs. At the end the lady duck went for the largest drake. Shallow, maybe, but then I suppose that's why ducks are confined to the shallow ponds. The two rejected male swam away, there wasn't another single female duck around. Too tired to cry foul, the fowls retire to sulk over the cruelty of the world - one day they'd learn that there's no point. No use, to be sulking. Anyway, Dimitra, whose name now seems synonymous with picnics (for all the good reasons), proposed for a picnic on the Wednesday before the Brixton gig. Unfortunately, unless she decides to hold this next to my office in Milton Keynes (hey, we have a lake here at least - with shagging in it, no less, plus other filth), I'd have to send my apologies as I have to work that day. However, on this coming Sunday, there is a one-day concert/DJing extraveganza organised by Track and Field called "Pow! to the people" (yes..) at The Monarch in Camden/Chalk Farm, featuring the illustrious Camera Obscura, no less, plus other bands. That band itself features Stuart Murdoch's very own lady duckling Tracy-Anne, no less, plus other members, and possibly someone from our very own Sinister Parish, so there are even B&S connections for those of you who are obsessed. And everyone in London are recommended to go. I don't know what the format of the event (yes, the Track and Field event) is to be like, the website says the doors open at 2pm, so maybe there's even time for a picnic beforehand, for those of you who are inclined in that way. It is v.close to primrose hill. Ducks and Red Bulls Ken P.S.: I wonder, now that all three B&S treasure hunt trophies have been found, if the answers to the various treasure hunt clues will be revealed to us any time soon. P.S.2.: Why was Hannah Brown in a bath full of jizzz the last time she posted? I am intrigued, is it just another mystery that I'll never solve? X-box: I can't think of a moral for the duck story apart from the lucky duck gets a fuck. _________________________________________________________________ Join the world�s largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail. http://www.hotmail.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From tsong at xxx.edu Thu Mar 28 17:15:58 2002 From: tsong at xxx.edu (Tsong) Date: Thu, 28 Mar 2002 12:15:58 -0500 Subject: Sinister: Counting Heads Message-ID: <002501c1d67c$3ab1bca0$e64017ac@resnet.rutgers.edu> So I think at least 10 of us are going to the 5/5 NYC show. Adam BlurryBOY13 Vilkas Red Geisha Eric D. Brasure IndiRckGrl Lutolfc LilGrape25 Kat j m and myself? Does anyone want to do some pre- or post-show boozing? I know j m does! -Elsa +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From wpsalt at xxx.com Thu Mar 28 18:16:28 2002 From: wpsalt at xxx.com (Caitlin Pigtails) Date: Thu, 28 Mar 2002 18:16:28 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Time for Worship Message-ID: <20020328181628.A21205@candle.btinternet.com> I think I want to start a new religion. I think this is because I've been reading too much Umberto Eco lately. Have I told you this before? I've definitely thought about it before, but the feeling comes and goes. The dogmas of my religion, such as they are, will be two simple rules: 1) Nobody is definitely right about any given subject or belief. Especially belief. 2) And especially you and me. We can preach to people that nobody has the answer. If someone says that they know the secret of eternal life, that killing lots of people will take you to paradise, or that God needs a lot of money sent to a certain box number, then they might not be right. Then again, they might all be right. Is it true, or is it false? We Just Don't Know. (of course, you have to keep your tongue in your cheek some of the time. Or mine, if you like. Every religion should have a sense of humour) I suppose the main point is: don't believe your teachers just because they're your teachers. Everyone is wrong, sometimes. Believe the people who make sense. In other news: hugs to idleberry. I know what you need to cheer yourself up - a picnic! And luckily, there is one. See all you scottish people on Monday. (I know this post is short, but it still took me over fifteen minutes to write) love xx caitlin http://www.btinternet.com/~wpsalt/ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From as_fein at xxx.com Thu Mar 28 18:04:35 2002 From: as_fein at xxx.com (The Magnificent HEMO) Date: Thu, 28 Mar 2002 10:04:35 -0800 Subject: Sinister: NYC shows Message-ID: hi there- i haven't really posted that often - but my friend and i are going to the NYC shows and would love to meet up with ppl before hand also- is anyone by chance selling their extra ticket to either of the NY shows? i have a friend in rochester who really wants to drive down for the show but doesn't have a ticket... hope to meet some of you soon! kimie _________________________________________________________________ Join the world�s largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail. http://www.hotmail.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From np101 at xxx.ca Thu Mar 28 17:55:53 2002 From: np101 at xxx.ca (Nicola Pezolet) Date: Thu, 28 Mar 2002 12:55:53 -0500 Subject: Sinister: Help! Canucks Need Floors Message-ID: Hello fellow Sinisterites! Karolyne (Milky^) and I (Humanity) from #sinister, Are officially coming down (I mean we have tickets) from our French speaking province of Quebec to see our beloved Belle and Sebastian down in Boston and in New York City. And since we are relatively poor and that we don't want to resort to staying at a McDonald's all night drinking coffee... We were therefore wondering if anyone of you out there would have the kindness of letting us in their humble abode and allow us to sleep on their floor ? We are as quiet as field mice. And if for some reason you come around Quebec City or Montreal in the future, it would be a pleasure for us to accommodate you. It would be really appreciated! And it would mean good karma for you, in the end. Waiting for a reply, Nicola :P np101 at videotron.ca Karo -xxx- memory_girl at hotmail.com emote.org/scotlandyard (scotlandyard's e-zine) +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From ianwatsonuk at xxx.com Thu Mar 28 18:56:22 2002 From: ianwatsonuk at xxx.com (Ian Watson) Date: Thu, 28 Mar 2002 18:56:22 +0000 Subject: Sinister: London picnic plans Message-ID: No greenery near Brixton?!? As a denizen, I beg to differ. Try Brockwell Park (a mere ten/fifteen minutes walk from the Academy - very nice) or Clapham Common, which is about a twenty/twenty five minute walk from the Academy or a ten minute bus ride. Just thought I'd share. ---------- >From: "Sam Walton" >To: sinister at missprint.org >Subject: Sinister: London picnic plans >Date: Thu, Mar 28, 2002, 3:57 pm >Hello again. > >Dimitra suggested that plans be laid for a London picnic. Although I'm not >keen to be the picnic-mummy per se, I would like to suggest the following: > >Having perused an A-Z, Brixton and the surrounding area does not have much >green space where boys and girls could drink Ribena in comfort. So instead >how about we picnic in Green Park in the centre of town, and then all head >down to Brixton when the time comes? I suggest Green Park because Green Park >Tube is only 5 stops on the Victoria Line to Brixton. > >Does that sound good? Someone else can take the reigns now... > > >love > >Asm.x > > > > > ================================ > "He's strictly a pain in the ass, but > he certainly has a good vocabulary" > - Holden Caulfield > > "He's not the Messiah, he's a very > naughty boy" > - Mary Cohen > > >_________________________________________________________________ >MSN Photos is the easiest way to share and print your photos: >http://photos.msn.com/support/worldwide.aspx > >+-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ > +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ > To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe > send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to > majordomo at 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 +-+ > +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ >+-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From danmetcalfe at xxx.com Thu Mar 28 17:30:53 2002 From: danmetcalfe at xxx.com (Dan Metcalfe) Date: Thu, 28 Mar 2002 17:30:53 -0000 Subject: Sinister: Manchester tickets for sale ... Message-ID: <00ab01c1d67e$52f8e070$ed00000a@roundhay> Hello all, a lurker here. My brother and his girlfriend can't go to the Manchester gig next Tuesday - so I've got two spare tickets. Give me a call from Friday onwards if you're interested ... 07940 505 025. A bunch of us are off anyway so we could exchange dosh for tickets pre-gig. Oh yes - face value will do. Soz for list abuse ... Dan. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From elf-angel at xxx.com Thu Mar 28 07:59:03 2002 From: elf-angel at xxx.com (Bron) Date: Thu, 28 Mar 2002 01:59:03 -0600 Subject: Sinister: i have to post right now or i'll bust Message-ID: <6104C6CE461536F43858A92C54F8AD22@elf-angel.wildmail.com> my hair isn't long enough to pull back in a ponytail yet, so my red bandana will do. it's warmer today but it's just chilly enough for me to wrap my body up in knit everything knit knot knit the room was getting too stuffy for me to bleed outside my body so i unfolded my ground- level lawn chair out on the balcony and sat there watching cars and vans and trucks loudly stop and go at the intersection i live at. the swirl of aiplanes in the air kept the sky gray and forgetful. yearning for alcohol, i'll just suffice with coffee chalked full of caffiene feed me yes! yes! get the high!! yes! oh god the buzz fuckin a get me a fuckin life worth breathin about... i let tori amos's "boys for pele" drag through my eardrums. i couldn't stand it anymore, i'm sittin here in knitted knots and a dress and some skin tight tourquoise pants just waiting for someone to sprinkle fairy dust on me to take me to Never Never Land cuz i'm sure as i could ever be i've got happy thoughts to get me there, happy thoughts to steal the last train to clocksville by god. what? what am i talking about? i wish you'd tell me, or diagnose me, or actually please don't do that, i don't have the moula to get you paid for all that extensive research and yellow days spent sitting in a library soaking up the florescent rays from the light reflecting off the book that said it'd take you somewhere pretty. i wish i could sit down with allen ginsberg and kiss his hand. i'd feed him some crispy rubber pancakes and let him write for me, i'd help support whatever habit he would sport, and then i'd run away and leave him in my apartment cuz i think i could be a bitch like that right now. the sweetest bitch in the world. today has to end sometime. does midnight sound good? ---your mountain mama sweetheart X ***Sometimes you get shown the light in the strangest of places if you look at it right*** ---Jerry. http://www.care2.com - Get your Free e-mail account that helps save Wildlife! +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From tsong at xxx.edu Thu Mar 28 21:03:58 2002 From: tsong at xxx.edu (Tsong) Date: Thu, 28 Mar 2002 16:03:58 -0500 Subject: Sinister: NYC We Will Meet Message-ID: <003d01c1d69c$1418dae0$e64017ac@resnet.rutgers.edu> So is a meet-up in order for all of us? I was thinking if people would like to have a pre- and post-show gathering... Pre-show for the May 6th crowd and post-show for the 5th? I dunno... It's all up to you all. I just thought it would be neat to see some friendly sinister faces and talk about B&S drunk. -Elsa +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From john at xxx.uk Fri Mar 29 17:22:23 2002 From: john at xxx.uk (John Jennings) Date: Fri, 29 Mar 2002 17:22:23 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Free hot cross buns! Message-ID: <3CA4A2CF.8010306@ilonline.co.uk> G'morning you lovely sinister folk, you... Aah spring is finally upon us... look! sun! hurrah! i'm gonna have to buy some summer records now though, everything i've been buying of late is cold and dark and bleak (erm... i've been told).... and suggestions?.... i'm looking forward to this new b&s album thing... if its a soundtrack though, aren't some of the tracks just going to be 2 minutes of the same 2 notes repeated over and over and stuff like that? aah well we'll see i s'pose. Is anyone going to Yo La Tengo at the barbican on the 20th next month (talking of the same 2 notes repeated over and over ;) If not, will anyone consider going with me?.... actually... erm... has it sold out?... who knows. Now then, listen up musician people, go and look at what john does when he gets bored... http://www.ilonline.co.uk/marx&engelstab.htm yes thats right he makes dodgy music transcriptions, only half finishes them, and them tells everyone to go and look, proving to the world that he can't write guitar tab properly. Crap. Erm... This post was shorter than i intended it to be, but what with all the moaning about irrelevant posts lately, i got worried, and decided to miss out a whole load of stuff which might bore people. Actually, why am i posting at all? Sigh. JP. x. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From h.brown6 at xxx.uk Fri Mar 29 19:09:36 2002 From: h.brown6 at xxx.uk (Hannah Louise Brown) Date: Fri, 29 Mar 2002 19:09:36 +0000 Subject: Sinister: brixton. picnic.etc.etc............ Message-ID: <1017428976.29c75fd0h.brown6@camb.linst.ac.uk> Brockwell park sounds like a great place for a picnic, mainly because i live sooo near it. I think sam's idea is best though because it will be easier for people travelling from north london, so my hand is up for that one, anyone else want to put their hand up ?????????????????????? OH i'm so excited, i have been missing too many sinister meet ups and Ken mentioned sunday, i might just have to come back a day early from my easter break. If anyone wants a roof for wednesday by the way then there is one free (by that i mean a bed, not actually a roof, jesus, why didn't i explain that in the first place). One more thing, i got "a word in your ear" the new alfie album yesterday and OH MY GOODNESS it is WONDERFUL, i was a bit worried that it would be a bit dull and similar but it has got some CRACKING little melodies, more harmony and more instrumenty bits, at this rate it is going to be my favourite album of the summer, although i have only had it for 24 hours and i might end up hating it....., nah, maybe not. I also got The Music and that's good too, see some of you soon yey, yey, yey love hannah +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From brandtpfundak at xxx.com Fri Mar 29 20:35:13 2002 From: brandtpfundak at xxx.com (Brandt Fundak) Date: Fri, 29 Mar 2002 12:35:13 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: lucky, lucky canadians. Message-ID: <20020329203513.16194.qmail@web13905.mail.yahoo.com> hi all... i had to scream and shout with glee since i saw today that aisler's set will be extending their tour with belle and sebastian into Canada. i happen to be a lucky yankee with a couple of toronto tickets and this has to be one of the greatest bills i have ever seen in my life. now i don't have to be jealous of my east coast brethren. anyone got a clue on who's opening in chicago? brandt ===== "Selma, Jub Jub is fantastic! He's everywhere you want to be!" --Troy McClure __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Greetings - send holiday greetings for Easter, Passover http://greetings.yahoo.com/ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From fbrito at xxx.br Fri Mar 29 22:20:33 2002 From: fbrito at xxx.br (Fernando Brito) Date: Fri, 29 Mar 2002 19:20:33 -0300 Subject: Sinister: Cogito Ergo Sum is rubbish Message-ID: Hello, Sinister! What's up?! I am OK! I have my mouth filled with so much chocolate... I'm really great! Yesterday I saw the B&S episode of Gilmore Girls! I missed almost the whole first part, so the B&S subplot seemed totally out of context, like they had to fill the remaining minutes with something, so they used that story, but maybe they wanted to put some happy stuff in that not so happy episode. Listening to my Bowlie Weekender bootleg I've noticed that in some parts it seems to have been edited and I actually think it's too short for a complete gig. So I was thinking if anyone knows what songs did our beloved band play in that concert? My CD has the following track list: Slow Graffiti Seeing Other People Dog On Wheels The Wrong Girl Winter Wooskie If You're Feeling Sinister I Don't Love Anyone Paper Boat The Boy With The Arab Strap Photo Jenny Lazy Line Painter Jane Is there any other song that is missing (i.e., was left out of my bootleg copy)? Ken wrote that it's autumn here in the antipode hemisphere. Right now I'm looking at the afternoon sky and it has a weird yellow colour that is typical of this season, because of the dry air. And I know that the summer's gone now that I can choose what clothes I'll wear, instead of always putting my white shirts and lightest trousers on or taking three showers a day! And I can also feel it because that melancholy I've once told you has already shown its first symptoms. And Caitlin, your "Time for Worship" post made me think about a lot of things that have been playing for so long in the trapeze of my head. First I must say that your new religion already exists, it's called agnosticism. I am agnostic in a general manner. My way of thinking is very similar to yours, in terms of not being sure of anything. I'm an extremely rational person, things based in faith, like gods or angels, are meaningless for me. Unfortunately this is making me too skeptical or even nihilistic, it's taking me to a point where I'm not totally sure about anything, not even my existence, or worse, wether my existence is really necessary. When I started thinking about things that cannot be proved, like gods or immortality, I got so involved, and I have taken it so far that now I don't feel secure enough to declare anything as undoubtly true. About a week ago I've been writing to our sini pal John (SGazzetti) about faith. When I'm talking with my friends, no matter what's the subject, I can see how my way of thinking is different from the rest of them, and how I suffer from the lack of faith in things. And I compared myself to John. He has a poetry supply service. I wish I had some faith supply. I would be happier if I only could buy it once in a while, in a supermarket or news stand, although I know I wouldn't purchase it unless it was imposed to me in such a way that I wouldn't have any other choice but to accept it. Faith is a service that I never use, but lately I've been feeling how I urgently need to broaden my mind beyond this prison called rationalism, even knowing that this prison is not worse than the other one, the fanatism. Anyway, this is a subject I really like to talk about, I have written some other stuff I'd put right here, but I think a lot of people would be offended, and it would probably be an unforgivable list abuse! But if there's anyone interested in knowing what I have to say about religion and everything else I would be pleased to send you what I've written or maybe more. It's up to you. That's all for now. Kisses and hugs Fernando Brito +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From fezzywig at xxx.com Sat Mar 30 08:00:04 2002 From: fezzywig at xxx.com (Tim Banning) Date: Sat, 30 Mar 2002 08:00:04 Subject: Sinister: Divine Comedy Message-ID: Now, I might be mistaken, but quite a few months ago, I remember hearing a hub-bub that The Divine Comedy had broken up. Well, about a month ago I bought their new CD and they seemed alive and well. Last night I saw Ben Folds. Niel from divine comedy opened up for him, it was just him and his guitar. It was fucking awsome. But anyway, if I didn't know who he was I would have thought Divine Comedy was just him. Is Divine Comedy sorta like Nine Inch Nails where it's mainly just Trent Reznor and he gets musicians and stuff, or is Neil a big ego mainiac and forgets to mention his band mates? perhaps someone can clear this up for me. tim _________________________________________________________________ MSN Photos is the easiest way to share and print your photos: http://photos.msn.com/support/worldwide.aspx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From jeremy at xxx.uk Sat Mar 30 14:37:24 2002 From: jeremy at xxx.uk (Jeremy Tweddle) Date: Sat, 30 Mar 2002 14:37:24 -0000 Subject: Sinister: A Day In The Life or: How I gave up trying to write a post that people would read and just bit the nearest bullet Message-ID: <000d01c1d7f8$6aca7940$1a0586d9@fpgcsxhi> Dear Sinister, This is the post you've all been waiting for. A Day In The Life Of A Sinisterine! I know that I don't represent more than 1/1599 of the list (or perhaps 1/3 if the rumour that we all have eighteen billion addresses each is to be believed) but I figured that seeing as I'm on a list that's "about the lives of People Who Listen To Belle And Sebastian" I should provide my very own two-bit insight. I got off work at 2:30pm on Friday, because our office is moving and almost all of the few hundred employees were told they could leave whenever. So we all scampered down the pub. In the beginning it was an odd collection of elderly temps, professional secretaries, frustrated careerists, an engaged eighteen year old part time soon-to-be-housewife and myself. Slowly we all became a jumbled mess of cigarettes, pool cues and beverages. I can tell you it was highly taxing wandering about in the sunshine with friends knowing we were being paid to go and drink for 4 hours. In the end I managed to play a full game of pool and somehow managed to win, though I'm certain that in my inebriated state I failed to notice that the other team had won half an hour ago or something. Failing that, they probably pushed the black in themselves to get me out of there. To add spice to the already sozzled mixture, I then had to arrange getting to Camden and meeting up with Miss Marianna to attend another work drinks occasion. This time for my boss from my previous job, as she was leaving to travel around the UK in a campervan with her boyfriend. Unfortunately, by the time I got there I was already a bit tipsy and couldn't quite work out how to make small talk with these people that I barely knew. So I stood in the corner with a pint and a cigarette and babbled continuously to my ex-boss until I caught sight of Marianna and blessed her for coming just in the nick of time. At least I tried to bless her in some way. I think it just came across as a drunken slur and a hug. We discussed many things that I can't remember, but seemed to find ourselves often returning to the topic of whether or not we should leave. So we did. I think I ate burger king or something equally offensive, but the next clear memory is being awoken by the phone and hearing Marianna's voice say something about "today". Gradually I remembered that we had arranged to do "stuff". So we made our arrangements, she came over and we went off to frolic in London. Again, the sun was shining brightly and it was nice and warm and happy. Marianna said she was going to sneeze so I sang T-Shirt Weather by the Lucksmiths as it seemed fitting. We caught trains and tubes and watched people and walked and talked. The plan was to find some replacement stuff for the things we had stolen last weekend and then see a film. I bought a cd or 5 (not even half of the 11 I had stolen! Bastards!) but at least now I have The Shins and Papa M again. Things might settle down now. We bought Marianna a phone, which was as satisfying as it was exciting, as we then had the prospect of choosing numbers, colours, ringtones and paying for the privilege. We vacated the commercial whirlpool after spending far too much and decided to walk around for an hour or two before filming. Regent St was packed with people enjoying the first glimpse of sunlight and stripping down to their bare essentials to make the most of it. Meanwhile we cursed our forward planning and wished our coats were home and not on our arms. A man threw a sticky man at a wall and he fell down in a comical fashion. I laughed and attempted to retell the tale to Marianna. I failed. She laughed. We saw a van proclaiming that the driver's name was Mr Softie. We sympathised but felt that he should've done better. Mr Whippy always worked, why differ. Something about Mr Chippy and an occupation for all seasons was mentioned, but I lost the thread somewhere around The Commitments. Covent Garden was decided upon as the perfect venue to see our most eagerly awaited film of the week. The Royal Tenenbaums! I could go on and on about the film and it's merits, but I figured I'd just say it badly and make people hate it, so I won't. Instead I'll say that the soundtrack was excellent, including two Nico, one VU, one Elliott Smith, one Nick Drake and a dark horse in an early Van Morrison song that I didn't recognise for the closing credits. We loved it. Discussions were held as to where we could best spend a sunny afternoon in London within walking distance of Covent Garden. In the end we gave up and sat in Trafalgar Square sipping warm beverages and watching small children terrorising pigeons. Amazingly, we were not shat upon by a single terrified bird in our 1+ hour sojourn. I didn't realise that was possible in Trafalgar Square. We watched more small children tread awfully close to plunging into the depths of the fountain, but alas none were so inclined. As the sun shone faintly on Big Ben and prepared to exit this long good Friday, we made our way up to Ketners to finish our day with meal made in Pizza Express but eaten in the Waldorf. The meal was great, but the lady who took our bill decided to take it upon herself to take a £5 as a tip. We stayed at the table and eventually she brought it back and we left her 10% instead. I'm still scared of tipping, but I would've given her more if she hadn't decided to take the full amount for herself. Cripes, I'm such a whinger! Anyhow, we decamped and thus ended a fabulous day of meanderings and wanderings in a sun and tourist filled city on the cusp of a glorious summer (supposedly). It was nice. I must do it again sometime. Anyone up for it? Well I've hogged the spotlight for far too long and I'd say that by now I've alienated anyone brave enough to attempt reading this bollocky drivel. So I shall leave by saying that I'm off to Edinburgh/Glasgow/Dundee tonight to see people, pets and gigs. I'm excited about going north again, as I've missed it so. As I type this, however, there's a rather scary domestic going on next door. It makes me think of those adds that say not to beat your kids and stuff. My imagination has conjured up the next flat as looking like a TV house with a nasty alcoholic parent and a victimised kid. I know I'll never know the truth in this. Though the people next door seem to make shouting a daily family activity. The mother has the best voice for it. She has one of those shrill and scary old cranky mother's voices. She used it best a few weeks ago, shouting something long and indecipherable, just before throwing what I think was a saucepan at her (I think) husband. It's odd, because the fighting scares me and I worry about the people involved, but it's really hard for me to relate now that I don't have a family to fight with. I don't think my housemates would be too pleased if I shouted at them and proceeded to heave kitchen implements at them. However, I'm sure that some of you have been in flatshares where that wouldn't have come as a surprise. I do worry about the kids next door, but I could have it wrong. The screaming mother could infact be a hateful teenager that's beating her parents. I know it's unlikely, but it's possible. I'm going to shut up now as the hole is being dug further by my feeble attempts at clarification. Right, I'll see some of you at the picnic on Monday, some of you at the gig on Monday, some of you at the gig on Wednesday and the rest of you can bless your cotton blend socks that I'll be elsewhere. Sorry for rambling. Jeremy ------------------------------------------ http://www.breams.co.uk Home of all things breamsy +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From clj106 at xxx.uk Sat Mar 30 16:03:44 2002 From: clj106 at xxx.uk (mummy i've grazed my knee) Date: Sat, 30 Mar 2002 16:03:44 +0000 Subject: Sinister: How socially unacceptable is a mullet? Message-ID: <3CA5E1E0.3EEDD893@york.ac.uk> MULLET It's playing on my mind today. I woke up this morning, looked in the mirror and saw a perfectly formed and carefully pruned mullet. Will I be mobbed by the Brixton hoards? I don't understand where it's come from, as I had a 'normal' haircut not too long ago, but for some reason the back seems to be growing twice as fast as the front. If I bring some scissors to the picnic, will someone sort it out for me? HELLO KIDS It's been a long time. I haven't kept up very well, relying on Messers Walton and Titchener to keep me up to speed. It's been a busy time, but you don't really want to know all the stuff I've been up to and I can't really remember to tell you, so everyone's happy. ACADEMY I thought only Australia had academies for things? Don't they send kids there age 2 when their parents think that the way they threw a Farley's rusk on the floor means they're going to be good cricketers/footballers/rugby players/swimmers etc etc etc? Why is there one of these in Brixton? What am I likely to learn? Who are the So Solid Crew? I must say, it's all rather exciting. I will be tottering down on my own to meet up with the rest of the York Sinister Massive and take part in some Ribena based antics. I was listening to the Belfast gig last night to get me in the mood, but i just got a shudder down my spine every time i heard Lamacq comment on 'how amazing that version of The Model was'. Does it bother anyone else, or is it just me? LONELINESS OF A...LONELY STUDENT I will be spending Easter in my house, on my own, just like I've spent the last week, and will spend the next three weeks. I haven't spoken to anyone for three days and I think I'm going insane. If anyone is passing through York, PLEASE come and see me. I need company. My greatest pleasure at the moment is wheeling the wheely bin to the end of the drive and back. 'MODERN' MUSIC Hannah was talking about some new fangled bands called Alfie and The Music. I don't understand what it is kids listen to these days. I'm fed up of being harassed by Alfie hoodie wearing swarms who object to my corduroy styles and slick mullet while the gentle melodies of the Field Mice and The Orchids fill my head. In York, we now have the first Oxfam to be solely dedicated to records and it's fantastic. Heavily overpriced, as Oxfam usually is, but it's for charity and there are some real gems. I got two Sarah albums for a tenner the other day. Whoooo!! Mr Halifax has a copy of that there Alfie record and it sounded like badly done hip hop to me...whatever hip hop is. OOOHHH!! I'm so excited about my trip to the smoke, I'll finish talking about it. As far as I'm aware it will be the largest YSM meeting in our nations capital. I hope they play some other live stuff that they didn't do on the last tour. They've had a bit of time to practice. See you on top of a lovely green hill on Wednesday. love Chris Jones. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From samwaltonyeah at xxx.com Sat Mar 30 20:41:09 2002 From: samwaltonyeah at xxx.com (Sam Walton) Date: Sat, 30 Mar 2002 20:41:09 Subject: Sinister: Wolstenholme, Milligan and Moore R.I.P. Message-ID: The Queen Mum just died. "Just" as in "recently", not "just" as in "simply". She died this afternoon at quarter past three, and now, five hours later, every broadcasting station across the land has changed its schedules to run obituaries for the poor girl, or just to play "more suitable" music. My mother commented "They've even shifted Blind Date! Bloody hell - I hope it's not going to be like Diana again", and with that, without realising it, probably made the most poignant piece of social commentary of the day. I'm not writing this post to say that the mourning of a dead person for whome lots of people care is a Bad Thing, I'm just saddened that people are making such a huge fuss over *this* death. Over the last 6 weeks, three famous-ish people died, making little more ripple in the cultural water than a column on page 17 in The Sun. This trio was Spike Milligan, Dudley Moore and Kenneth Wolstenholme (the commentator responsible for "They think it's all over... it is now!"). I would argue really quite strongly that these three men did more in their time on the planet for Britain's national cultural heritage than the Queen Mum ever did, but because they weren't born with a silver spoon in their mouths, their scant obituaries will become tomorrow's chips wrapper. Don't worry though, I'm not going to embark on an anti-royalist diatribe. I recognise that the Queen Mum's death is also a symbolic one - to a lot of people she was the last standing bastion of the Establishment, of the Royal Family as it *was*. So with her gone, we're now left with Princesses who write poor chilren's books for tax right-off reasons and Princes who do dodgy dealings with TV companies. And Prince Philip. Also, there's something really quite admirable to having a life which lasts for 101 years. I'd be proud it. I'm simply posting because as the schedules change from Stars In Their Eyes to The Life & Times Of Queen Elizabeth The Queen Mother, and from the White Stripes to Morcheeba, it makes me feel a bit sad. Sad because somebody died, but also because a death like this simply serves to accentuate what a shame it is that people who made something of *themselves* are forgotton for someone who was always destined from birth to have a "celebrated" life. love, Asm.x ================================ "He's strictly a pain in the ass, but he certainly has a good vocabulary" - Holden Caulfield "He's not the Messiah, he's a very naughty boy" - Mary Cohen _________________________________________________________________ Join the world�s largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail. http://www.hotmail.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From samwaltonyeah at xxx.com Sun Mar 31 00:32:20 2002 From: samwaltonyeah at xxx.com (Sam Walton) Date: Sun, 31 Mar 2002 00:32:20 Subject: Sinister: Queen Mum Addendum Message-ID: Xfm has just played "Demons" by Fatboy Slim featuring Macy Gray as part of their "more suitable" music schedule. This surely shows that somebody out there has a sense of humour - the opening lyrics appear to be "They said she had a heart attack/ It seems the witch ain't coming back". It's moments like this which suggest that there's somebody out there looking after things... love Asm.x P.S. !!!STOP PRESS!!! As I'm pressing send, what song appears on Xfm, but Slow Graffiti - my favourite B&S one. Perhaps life ain't so bad after all. ================================ "He's strictly a pain in the ass, but he certainly has a good vocabulary" - Holden Caulfield "He's not the Messiah, he's a very naughty boy" - Mary Cohen _________________________________________________________________ Join the world�s largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail. http://www.hotmail.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From anakin_sky at xxx.net Sun Mar 31 12:24:58 2002 From: anakin_sky at xxx.net (anakin_sky at xxx.net) Date: Sun, 31 Mar 2002 13:24:58 +0200 (MEST) Subject: Sinister: X-Priority: 3 (Normal) Message-ID: <24973.1017573898@www2.gmx.net> it´s easter sunday and the sun is not shining but still it´s quite warm, and i´m listening to the jazzanova radio show via the internet, and it´s lovely. tonight there´s gonna be a special nine hour jazzanova show on radio multikulti which probably none of you will be able to listen to as i suppose there aren´t any berlin or even german people on the list (or are there?). can you fall out of love with someone you keep seeing? i´d have thought it to be possible, but i´m not so sure anymore, cause this has been going on for so long... what is it with men that they say they´re not in love with you but still keep on telling you all sorts of nice and sexy things and how fantastic you are and stuff? i don´t understand. one moment i feel strong and think i can be all cool and distant towards him, next moment i am so desperate i even consider asking him to sleep with me once, just to feel close to him. god, this is killing me. i´m going to rotterdam next weekend to see belle & sebastian, alongside four tet and david kitt and others. gonna be nice. need this. steppin out a bit. how i envy all of you london peeps that are going to see camera obscura tonight... but then i envy london people almost every day, as there´s always some good band to see... anakin -- GMX - Die Kommunikationsplattform im Internet. http://www.gmx.net +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From gareth.jenkinson at xxx.com Sun Mar 31 13:30:55 2002 From: gareth.jenkinson at xxx.com (gareth.jenkinson at xxx.com) Date: Sun, 31 Mar 2002 13:30:55 +0100 (BST) Subject: Sinister: 2 Brixton Tickets Available Message-ID: <3498074.1017577855945.JavaMail.root@127.0.0.1> Have two spare tickets for Brixton. Genine and slighty tragic reason for sale involving Rachel and the Fall from Horses. Available for collection in Salisbury or will send by Royal Mail Special Delivery on Tuesday, guaranteed to arrive Wednesday am. Offers by email to this address and NOT the list, please. cheers gareth +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From lulou at xxx.org Sun Mar 31 16:01:28 2002 From: lulou at xxx.org (crockery.org) Date: Sun, 31 Mar 2002 16:01:28 +0100 Subject: Sinister: Tickets for Edinburgh Message-ID: <002201c1d8c4$efc8fa00$0400a8c0@crockery> Hi there I have two standing tickets for Edinburgh tommorow. Due to ill health, I would like to try to swap them for seated tickets. Especially if Stuart does another raffle, which seemed to take half an hour last time. Might be too much for someone in delicate health. Anyone interested, can you mail me off the list? Cheers Linda +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From hugoles at xxx.com Sun Mar 31 19:58:33 2002 From: hugoles at xxx.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?toy=20stephen?=) Date: Sun, 31 Mar 2002 19:58:33 +0100 (BST) Subject: Sinister: A Cockroach on the Wheel (l. cohen) Message-ID: <20020331185833.13747.qmail@web13508.mail.yahoo.com> Infidel and Hope on the Meat Wheel ----------------------------------- At work on Easter Sunday (which is unholy enough), I think I'll fill out my tax forms. As I poured coffee into my mug, I saw the dead cockroach belly-up on the floor and had an epiphany: if I dare to do my taxes on Easter Sunday, I'll either be reincarnated as this beastie here, or suffer being cast as the evil one ejected by Jesus from the synagogue when history replays itself. I'll post to Sinister. That's holy, that'll help my soul progress on the quivering meat wheel, won't it? sex sex sex ----------- I don't observe Easter Sunday really. It's an important day, I think; it might be one of those few days left that inspires --gasp -- reverence in people. The ritual of spring affects me more now than the memories of Sunday school Easter bible stories. the resurrection of the wine god. youthful stirrings. and everywhere you look in Nature, sex sex sex (unless youre lookin into my bedroom window which, by the way, if you are, why not come in? I've been watching the mating dance closely and I've got the steps down: I shake my rump feather, and flit away, you chase me, I squawk and chirp, you don't give a damn, and you try some more, with a persistence that's not ashamed of itself -- Nature gives you license). Belle and Sebastian Anonymous -- Can I see some flesh? ------------------------------------------------------ Apart from my one friend Rachel I don't know any blood-and-flesh B&S fans. I mean, I'm sure you all really have blood-and-flesh, but none I can see. Rachel tries her hardest, last night she made impressive use of a broom, a jug of laundry detergent, the plastic softening ball for the washer, and a cutting board for melody while we danced to Sinister. As I walked her home, I resorted to an amplified squawking of Sinister songs, hoping to see the head-jerk reaction of a stranger who recognised such a foreign language. It feels like that sometimes: running off a few lyrics as if they were words of your native tongue that no one seems to understand in this oasis. Sigh. Does anyone else strategically drop lines, like say, when passing a girl walking in the opposite direction? Well-wishes for the lucky concert-goers -------------------------------------- Buon divertente to the Edinburgh Sinisterines seeing the show tomorrow. I'm sure with Monica Queen you'll get a perfect version of Lazy Line Painter Jane. Remember too April Fools Day. Maybe you should dress Goth-like, long black trenchcoats and loadser dark mascara, and give the Belles a start by chanting 'Nine Inch Nails! Nine Inch Nails! before they come on. Just to take the piss like. Like Ken enthused, it's good practise for the release of Storytelling. Tony Blair as Jesus Christ? --------------------------- Sad to hear the Queen Mother died. I cynically thought for a moment that they faked the death, so PM Blair could stage some kind of Lazarus resurrection in time for Easter Sunday, and rescue the faltering PR machine of New Labour. I'm definitely going to end up as that cockroach. I know it. resurrections and pease, t.s. p.s.: your haiku dose: A combo: mud and Snow -- the young girl is perplexed. Memory. Desire. p.p.s.: has anyone read Niall Griffiths? I finished _Grits_ yesterday and loved it. Very much like The Perks of Being a Wallflower. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Everything you'll ever need on one web page from News and Sport to Email and Music Charts http://uk.my.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From zoziepop at xxx.com Sun Mar 31 23:20:30 2002 From: zoziepop at xxx.com (Dimitra Daisy) Date: Mon, 01 Apr 2002 01:20:30 +0300 Subject: Sinister: London Pre-gig Picnic Announcement (pt 1) Message-ID: The general plan goes as follows: For those coming from exotic places all over the country/continent, and anyone else not working on that day: The picnic is at Green Park. Meet at the park entrance opposite the tube exit under the same name -it seems easy even to me- at (around) 2 pm, which means sometime between 2 and half 2. We'll try not to be late this time. Very hard. Then we'll walk to some place in the park (currently the plan is to walk to the bandstand), and have a picnic till about 5ish. Anyone wanting to join us between half two and five, phone me (+30 932 757685), Rachel Sunnyset (07836 788928), Greg (07903 097867), or Archel (07944 074873), and we'll give you directions/come and pick you up. If it's raining I guess we'll meet at the tube station itself, then probably walk to the nearest pub. Which is what we'll do after five or so, so if you want to join us then just call/text us. Then sometime (quite early seeing as some among us are obsessed -not me) we'll leave that pub/other place we might be in and take a wee ride on the tube to Brixton, find Brixton Academy and wait patiently for Belle and Sebastian to go on stage. (Maybe wait impatiently for Life Without Building to go offstage too). Picnic Mummy Archel told me she might look around the area tomorrow and come up with a more definite plan, so wait for part 2. Bye from me, see you soon, Dimitra Ps Green Park was chosen after much thinking, because: a) it's central, b) it seems easy to find c) it's on Victoria line, where Brixton is too d) it's said to be nice e) it might be the park from Martha meet Lawrence Frank and Daniel that me and Rachel were dreaming of having a picnic in, though it probably is the one next to it. _________________________________________________________________ Send and receive Hotmail on your mobile device: http://mobile.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. 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