From mark.hester at xxx.com Sat Mar 1 11:59:25 2003 From: mark.hester at xxx.com (Mark Hester) Date: Sat, 01 Mar 2003 11:59:25 0 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: Getting the Horn Message-ID: <20030301115928.4919.h010.c000.wm@mail.nme.com.criticalpath.net> "You're as cold as ice!" Now I don't usually leave my workplace singing that particular song, but I was prompted to do so yesterday. Once I'd got far enough across our covered courtyard outside our offices to see that it was raining, I got my umbrella out of my bag and put it up. I didn't realise, however, that it was also very windy and inevitably it blew inside out. Now you would think that this occurrence would've provoked a look of sympathy, or amusement, or *something* on the faces of any onlookers, but a woman waiting for her lift who must have seen me did not display a flicker of emotion at this point. Totally impassive. The epitome of inscrutability. Weird. So, B&S are being produced by Trevor Horn, then? It might work, like it did for Frankie, Propaganda and TATU. Does anyone know what Trev is like to work with? Well, Geoffrey Downes does for one. But what kind of reputation has he got in the studio? Producers can sometimes be real martinets can't they.....I recall Damon Albarn saying that Blur had once abandoned recording sessions with XTC's Andy Partridge, likening his treatment of the band to that of a strict headmaster. By now you're probably thinking, "Pshaw! There goes Hester, off on one as usual, always thinking the worst. For all he knows Trevor Horn could be a real sweetie, keeping Struan & co. supplied with cups of tea and digestive biscuits". Older does not necessarily mean wiser. Especially where drinking is concerned....for last night was the night that Content Management (the name of my department, with 'content' as a noun not an adjective) hit Cowley Road, possibly the only street in Oxford where you just *can't* do a pub crawl visiting every pub, so don't even try, silly. One of the hostelries we visited was chock full of people from other departments of the company...sometimes I wonder why we don't just order in a few crates of beer for the offices and not bother with the moving about bit. Anyway, we eventually wound up queueing to enter some dubious bar and chatting to some students from Kansas City who were most impressed that I knew that their home town wasn't actually in Kansas. The fact that I knew absolutely nothing else at all about the place didn't seem to bother them in the slightest. Earlier in the day, at lunch, the Big Boss Man had walk past our table yet again (must be third time in a week) and someone said "I really *love* working here!" very loudly, in what is becoming a tradition - maybe we should have a rota for it. Big Stu I'm not sure Do They Know It's Christmas counts as one of the best songs of the eighties. The best *intentions* maybe. And I don't often find myself agreeing with Bono, but that "Thank God it's them instead of you" line is very dubious.... Paul Arathoon, I'm not sure who the Glam Metal Detectives are, but it's a tremendous name! Shame he didn't produce "I'm Horny, Horny, Horny" by whoever it was (I'm sure someone will fill me in). I hope those of you in Brighton today have/had a super time! Would have been there myself were it not for various commitments which mean I have to remain here in Oxford (shopping, convincing my girlfriend that she really does want to keep going out with a cynical old drunkard, that kinda thing...) Mark. ______________________________________________________________ For up-to-the-minute music news, reviews and specials visit http://www.nme.com Get free e-mail (anyname at nme.com) now at http://www.nmemail.com The sender of this e-mail is NOT an employee or associate of NME, nme.com or any other IPC magazine. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 Sat Mar 1 16:05:12 2003 From: pinefox1 at xxx.com (P F) Date: Sat, 1 Mar 2003 08:05:12 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: The Last Round-Up Message-ID: <20030301160512.77925.qmail@web40404.mail.yahoo.com> I walk into a boozer aptly tucked away west of Regent Street, and find Hopkins and the Duke of H holding court. Among the first times I can remember hearing about the Duke was when my editor, in that boozer next to the venue at Shepherd's Bush, said, - There's someone here I want to meet. It was the Duke. Did he want to meet my editor too? I don't know. He should have done. That was just the start of it. Somehow a supposedly intimate gathering had mushroomed, like a stew or a cloud. All manner of strangers and sisters were present. Some of them were famous. I won't name names, but there was some important speculation about Bulgarians in Newcastle, Danes in Sheffield, and whether Roxy Music had sold out by the time of 'Street Life'. I prefer 'More Than This' myself, a real audiophile sell-out record. The one name I'll now name was the raison d'etre of this whole bash: for the Geezer, Miller turned up. What next - a visit from Llaura Llew? The geezer looks about 10 years younger than he is. I wish I looked 10 years younger than he is. Carsmile and others talked about sinister past and future. Just think how young the geezer must have looked when sinister began. Carsmile looked younger than yesterday too, in his lean and hungry way. In fact, he looked good. The geezer suggested that 'Big Stu' was a significant figure in sinister history. Yes, it was a long time ago, that much is clear. The geezer once gave away, or lent, his copy of RATTLESNAKES, and never asked for it back. Between you and me, I couldn't believe his attitude or conceal my concern. Down the elegant canyons of Regent Street, under the lights of Piccadilly Circus as midnight neared, I told him he needed to give Lloyd another chance. Their lives have been somewhat parallel. Meanwhile, an extensive debate was held about geezers and their aesthetics. I don't think my editor realizes what he has started. The Geezaesthetic manifesto is promised within the next fortnight. I don't think that the geezer Miller fits into Geezaesthetics: he belongs to the comic tradition. Certain figures were declared to be affiliated to geezerdom despite their own doubts. Glamour was said to be like a hamster's wheel. Today is the first picnic of the year. It's a pity I can't attend. I haven't been to Brighton since the 1980s: or that's how it feels. Perhaps I have been avoiding Julie Burchill, or Dean Wilkins. __________________________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Tax Center - forms, calculators, tips, more http://taxes.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 another_late_night at xxx.com Sat Mar 1 17:55:00 2003 From: another_late_night at xxx.com (Ian porter) Date: Sat, 01 Mar 2003 17:55:00 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Salty sausages Message-ID: I went into Glasgow the other (Friday) day, mainly to get my B&S Megagig ticket, but also to like, see what Glasgows like. I havent been in about 3 years. Its different from Edinburgh isnt it? Like, I found people were sort of more friendly in and impolite way (stop me if im speaking shite), but like, you could say its the 'banter' Me (in HMV): Is that all the vinyl you've got there *pointing* Him (hurt): Thats quite a lot mate, I've built it up over the last few months Im sorry, I didnt mean to offend him. The Royal Concert Hall is massive isnt it? I (because of my friends opposition) had to get a seating ticket, but I wanted standing, I wanted to watch some of the Sinister crew, and see if I could spot them by like, their social habits. Ah well. I failed my physics and got the highest mark in the year for Art Bye now Ian _________________________________________________________________ Express yourself with cool emoticons http://messenger.msn.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 dirtyvicar at xxx.net Sat Mar 1 19:59:47 2003 From: dirtyvicar at xxx.net (Dirty Vicar) Date: Sat, 01 Mar 2003 19:59:47 +0000 Subject: Sinister: owner of a lonely heart Message-ID: I'm a bit baffled by this Trevor Horn producing the new B&S album business. Don't get me wrong, I think Mr Horn has done some great production work (most of it twenty years ago, although I officially like the t.A.T.u. single as well). It's just that Trevor Horn productions all tend to sound like Trevor Horn productions. At the end of the day I'd rather a B&S album sounded like a B&S album, and not like something on ZTT from the early '80s. Still, as the actress said to the Bishop, I'm open minded. so maybe this will turn out not to be one of the most insane musical mismatches since Phil Spector had a go at the Beatles. I saw the Two Towers again today. It's still great. bless you all, 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 cjf111 at xxx.uk Sat Mar 1 18:21:51 2003 From: cjf111 at xxx.uk (CJ Field) Date: Sat, 1 Mar 2003 18:21:51 -0000 Subject: Sinister: Kidderminster Picnic 2003? Message-ID: <000001c2e01f$6e2aec70$17852090@csrv.ad.york.ac.uk> Cordially Convivial Sinister, When I was fifteen I was taught English at school by a *famous* England cricket of the 1980s. Remember him? No, me neither. Anyway, he put me off doing English for the rest of my life. He suggested to me that I elongated my sentences using overly wordy syntax, punctuated by polysyllabic prose and that i rambled constantly, verbosely and over-stylistically. I just couldn’t see where he was coming from. And so here I am at the tweeest [does tweeest have three e's? that’s kerazeee, that is. It cant be a word. it should be] university, studying something im not really all that passionate about. It’s a shame really. So kids, mothers, goldfish and grand-daughters, if I were to offer advice to you, it would be don’t listen to your English teacher when he gives you 6 out of 25 for your coursework, look above the fact that he reads your worst efforts out to the class, and then reads the heroic efforts of your friends out. Follow your heart. Sometimes I wish I had done more. But then again, I still love reading. Nay, years ago I wouldn’t read much. I think this was because there was always a stigma attached to reading. Like the stigma that's attached to having dog-poo on your shoe at school. I can recall the time I was 11 and my so-called-friend's mum said that I was bright cos I read books, and I tried to palm it off to the friend by saying "Yeh, well, you know, just football magazines and stuff. Not books." The time soon came for change, however, and it’s a testament to an evolving youth-hood that said *friend* is now more of a fiend. In fact, when I now see the people I lumbered myself in with all those years ago, my bowels turn to water and my fingers and ears start to pop. It gives me a funny feeling when I see these 11 year olds walking round in threes in York at Clifton Moor [coined 'ScallyMore'], a shopping mall of the insipid variety, wearing illumious 'Tommy Hilfinger' shirts and drinking cans of Tizer that seem to double as hair-styling products for their military mop-top. And I wonder, was that me!? These little specimens actually scare me. Thank god I wasn’t alone. University, it’s a funny breeed. Continuing from my last list abuse post, about the bores I cohabite with, the problem has sort of escalated into some monstrous epidemic. I avoid the kitchen because these people occupy it. One person in particular, actually, really makes me want to say to him "Tonight Matthew, I'm going to be Ed Gein!" and scare the bejeezers out of him. Though I feel he wouldn’t notice much, he saw Michael Moore's book in my room one day and said 'Intelligent book, Chris!' in that benignly sarcastic tone that says 'Ah yes, it says Stupid White Men on the cover. It must be for stupid white men! I'm so clever! Now who wants to play 52 card pick-up with me?' If there was a film adaptation of a book called 'How to Lose Friends and Alienate People', he'd be the best male. The march in London went well. I heard about a placard later that said 'Peace takes Courage. War takes Lives' and i thought, 'My, that's just lovely, that is.' Much of the walking part of the march was spent thinking 'Christ almighty, please let there be a McDonald's round the corner so i can make a bee-line for the men's!!' which is sort of strange, in a demonstration against the evils of America, for me to be actually wanting to see the logo of corporate America round the corner, and a friendly Londoner to say 'Do you want Carex with that?' The Golden Arch, it's art you know. At this point i would like to be flighty and say a big "Good morning! And in case I don't see you: good afternoon, good evening and good night!" to all members of the YSM as well as to Stout Robin, i thought i'd lost you there for a minute. Ps hello to Gillian from Manchester, where's my stonking reply!!? Interpol 'Turn on the Bright Lights' is ace. I bought 'extended play' by Goldrush as well, the packaging looked nice, but upon hearing i'm gonna take it back. 'Murmur', prehaps instead. Mùm hasn't arrived yet, `( Look after the kittens while i'm gone, Christopher xx Angela Hayes: Yeah? Well at least I'm not ugly! Ricky Fitts: Yes you are, and your boring and totally ordinary and you know 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 younnoh at xxx.com Sun Mar 2 06:21:49 2003 From: younnoh at xxx.com (Youn Noh) Date: Sat, 1 Mar 2003 22:21:49 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: tulips & plumcake Message-ID: <20030302062149.86894.qmail@web21207.mail.yahoo.com> I bought a pot of tulips the other day. They have all these flowers out under awnings in front of markets now and spring doesn't even start until March 21st! Tomorrow's supposed to be sunny, which is a good thing. I'll set it out on the balcony again like I did today before going to work. That and cards to nieces and having hard candy set out in bowls - it's all coming together in perfect spinster fashion! Next I'll be cutting barmbracks and leaving plumcakes on the train! I read Stuart's entry on Orange Juice, too. And his theory on the inverse of six degrees of separation. Later he said "feeling a bit private!" Well, he said it earlier, but I found it later, which was nice cos it shows how you could go back, after interior monologues and watching people on the bus. But back to the theory. A corollary or implication: you could fall in love with almost anyone. Cos there comes to be a point when comparisons are impossible - apples and oranges. Orange Juice - a loping gait - walking on the edge of the pavement, falling slightly behind - holding out your arm for her - the playground scene in "Teach Us to Outgrow Our Madness" but not against a backdrop of the emperor announcing his fallibility on the radio! Everyone has the dream about falling, right? And what about the one of trying to fit a square in a circle, or being that square? Not so very plummy. Stiff as a board, hard and dry. but at least SPLINTER! I get lost in muddled flourishes and forget what I'm trying to say! __________________________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Tax Center - forms, calculators, tips, more http://taxes.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 lleweth at xxx.com Sun Mar 2 19:43:06 2003 From: lleweth at xxx.com (Laura Llew) Date: Sun, 02 Mar 2003 19:43:06 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Tools of Lucifer Message-ID: Big Stu bellowed, "So I'll just subtly drop into the conversation that everything they say about tall men with big feet is true." That they make bad dance partners? The only thing worse than slow dancing with a boy who is shorter than you is dancing with a boy who is so tall that you feel like you need to be an Eastern European gymnast just to vault up high enough to say, "Why hello there." Excuse me while I throw out my back and dislocate my shoulder just to get my arms up to where they're supposed to be. Naturally, when I was younger and forced by my paternal units to attend dances which they insisted on calling "mixers," I would always get stuck with the boys with the worst case of halitosis during the really long songs and who treated my feet and shins like a gangplank. After a while I became accustomed to answering queries of "would you like to dance" with "Oh yes! Let's do! It's so nice to meet a man who isn't a pansy about catching my scabies!" *** Pinefox puttered: "The one name I'll now name was the raison d'etre of this whole bash: for the Geezer, Miller turned up. What next - a visit from Llaura Llew?" I actually was going to be in London this month for the London book fair next week. Then, I remembered that London is for Losers! Or rather my bank account is. Thus, none of you have to worry about taking out life insurance or getting that fashionable helmet with harness to wear yet. Next March though.. I would say that Wales for Llewsers but then I'd have to pronounce the double L like I'm supposed to and I'm just not as guttural as I used to be. Sadly, neither is the pinefox. *** "My grandfather used to say that they made the cheese run across the table whilst no one was looking." "originally produced in caves in their respective areas where the mold was naturally present." At first I thought the above quotes were about boys but it turned out that they were about Blue Cheese. Go figure. *** To keep with my theme of quoting, I believe I shall now take a tidbit from my favorite Granny Shag Mag - Bust magazine - everyone's best resource for furry things that vibrate and music reviews that summarize how shaggable the artist is rather than their music (aww yeah). So from Amy Sedaris - to inspire all of you actors out there: "Whenever I had to bring a monologue into an audition I would take something from 'Our Bodies, Ourselves.' I wasn't going to fucking memorize some boring Shakespeare thing that you'd already heard three times a day. Instead it would be, 'I like something small in my anus during lovemaking. No pressure, no movement, just plain there.'" And on that note I shall bid my farewell. obsessed with symmetryrtemmys htiw dessesbo arualaura _________________________________________________________________ The new MSN 8: advanced junk mail protection and 2 months FREE* http://join.msn.com/?page=features/junkmail +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 hobart at xxx.uk Sun Mar 2 19:58:45 2003 From: hobart at xxx.uk (ian) Date: Sun, 2 Mar 2003 19:58:45 -0000 Subject: Sinister: preview of heaven Message-ID: <007c01c2e0f6$28116340$f6b5193e@default> somebody once told me that words like sartorial exist, never to be used in conversation, but only to be used to impress others. i told this person i used the word 'sartorial' all the time. but i was just trying to impress her. she asked me a question: 'pixie sticks, and sparkling jello' she said: 'preview of heaven, or tools of lucifer?' i asked her if jello was the same thing as jam. she tutted, and looked away. the following has no relevance to your life, but it is an answer, of sorts: ---------- we crowd close to the stage, unsure if we're really seeing what we're seeing.. la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la ma vie en roooSe do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do quelque choSe is it really him? oh sure, it looks the same. sweet little ginger mop, appealing blue eyes, dimples.. but...this is something of a sartorial shift... he's painted GOLD from head to foot. and he's NAKED. suits him, actually... a new style, and not just sartorially speaking. this is what will happen, within three months of the new product (tentatively titled 'how i discovered GRANNY SHAG MAGS' - the capitals are important, don't forget them) hitting the shelves. trevor horn is fully in control. and he plans to model our indie heroes on some of the most successful artists he has worked with. here's stevie jackson. he has spent every moment since the recording seesions in the gym, and is now buffed and toned to perfection. he is wearing a loin cloth* pull up to the bumper bay-bee in your long black limousine pull up to the bumper bay-bee drive it in bet-ween sex sells. oh yes. trevor has decided the band's shift towards the mainstream must be complemented by a complete image overhaul. but perhaps there can only ever be one grace jones. twist the box..another world.. sarah and isobel (who has rejoined the band for the purposes of this post because she is more convincing in this role than mick cooke could ever be.) are holding hands. the audience smile. its 1995, the girls are just friends. and then, isobel proceeds to remove her school blouse. this takes some doing, because the blouse is very very small and stretched tightly across her breasts. sarah presses herself closer... isobel takes something from her pocket and puts it to her mouth... it is a PIXIE STICK. she won't eat it. she'll just lift it to her mouth and... lets it stay there. sarah takes it from her and nibbles the end. (pixie sticks are sweets that americans eat. in america, DRUG DEALERS wait for halloween and then fill them full of CRACK COCAINE and give them to kids... its true, it says so here: http://www.salon.com/mwt/feature/1999/10/29/halloween_scares/print.html ) this pixie stick, however, does not contain cocaine, just fizzy white stuff. a small trickle of this oozes from the opening, and runs from isobel's mouth.. sarah moves her microphone towards isobel... and whispers 'all the way back home, i'm telling you, i caught the sun..' isobel traces her fingernail along sarah's cheek and allows the words 'creeping up around my window' to catch in her throat before slipping from her lips.. somewhere, underneath, a eurobeat kicks in as the girls grab each other and fall into a HUGE MOUND of sparkling jelly (that's jello, if you're american. apparently. which is not the same as jam. not always.) trevor is experimenting, sartorially speaking. the girls are dressed half as schoolgirls and half as sex-leprechauns. its something he tried with boyzone but it never really worked. after trying to fit the words 'bejesus begorrah bejamus' (which are SCIENTIFICALLY PROVEN to be what leprechauns say) into 'love me for a reason', trev gave up. it was that, and the fact that ronan wouldn't stop fiddling with his buckle. in another dimension, just a second, or a wish away, all the above is true. none of it is relevant to your life. another twist of the box. i watched mulholland drive last night. i've seen it twice now. i hated it the first time, and then left the cinema, worked out an explanation, and decided to love it instead. i love films that trick you, in the way that film does. i love things that remind you that reality is completely subjective, and utterly fragile. i'm sure a few of us have let reality slip...just a little, and seen a glimpse of what lay behind it at that precise second. sometimes its pretty, sometimes it aint... quite often your reaction to what lies behind the facade that we call 'real life' depends on whether or not you wanted to peep behind the curtain in the first place. mixed metaphors. i'll have an elephant and coke, please.. in the film, a key opens the box to another reality. it doesn't have to be so literal. the decision of a second shifts a reality to somewhere new.. a tiny change has so many unforseen effects. we never question them, because we never see what the alternative would have been. mick cooke (who sings on THIS occasion, because i'm running out of band members) strides onto the stage. he is wearing a tuxedo, and a bow tie. no shirt. he is heavily tattooed. he strikes a pose, lifts his head up to the spotlight, and flourishes: he is very elegant. sartorially speaking. the days..... of pearly spencer the race is almost run.. behind him, a disco-ball twirls and cleo roccos runs around in a wedding gown. we hold our breaths, half-waiting for 'say hello, wave goodbye'. maybe it'll happen. maybe it won't. in another world, the ocarina solo in the closing bars of 'legal man' causes spontaneous orgasms amongst indie fans on every listen. the rest of the song still stinks, though. some things are constant. i once had an ocarina. i could play 'good king wenceslas'. not very well. it satisfied my seven-year-old ears but then, at the time, so did tracy ullman. i was going to learn to be a musician. with my ocarina. a little bit more practice, that's all it would have taken. in another world, i am truthful, honest, and afraid of you. in this one, i only scare myself. in this world , i am too busy, going door to door, asking drug dealers if they have any pixie sticks to spare.. heaven looks however you think it will look. perhaps it can be found in a mound of jello. isobel campbell writhes naked in the stuff on a daily basis. put the box down. there's enough in this dimension alone. none of the above is relevant. sartorially speaking xx ian *image for the benefit of rachel queen. you LOVE it. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 Mayfly5502 at xxx.com Mon Mar 3 03:14:08 2003 From: Mayfly5502 at xxx.com (Mayfly5502 at xxx.com) Date: Sun, 2 Mar 2003 22:14:08 EST Subject: Sinister: Given A Voice Message-ID: <123.1ef7fc0b.2b942280@aol.com> I believe you are correct about Belle & Sebastian once being called "Rhode Island" To me that would be the only perk about living in this oh so boring state! There is never anything to do! Oh well..it could be worse. I also don't really know how I feel about Mr. Horn producing for B&S. I guess I will have to see what happens....I'm sure I will be pleased...hopefully. Take care everyone! -Diane +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 3 04:36:48 2003 From: benapps at xxx.com (Ben Apps) Date: Mon, 03 Mar 2003 04:36:48 +0000 Subject: Sinister: now I'm in a million pieces.... Message-ID: Did you know there is such a thing as a Tiger�s Milk Bar? I didn�t. So I got one and photographed it here: http://www.brapps.net/tigersmilkbar.html. I thought I�d found some genuinely new content for the list, until I checked the archives and found mentions of the said confectionery here: http://www.missprint.org/sinister/mhonarc/199905/msg00299.html here: http://www.missprint.org/sinister/mhonarc/199802/msg00599.html and here: http://www.missprint.org/sinister/mhonarc/199802/msg00545.html .. Oh well. _________________________________________________________________ Overloaded with spam? With MSN 8, you can filter it out http://join.msn.com/?page=features/junkmail&pgmarket=en-gb&XAPID=32&DI=1059 +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 3 04:13:26 2003 From: lokar20 at xxx.com (Matthew Henderson) Date: Sun, 02 Mar 2003 22:13:26 -0600 Subject: Sinister: the rules of attraction* Message-ID: Hello all, It's 3:30 in the morning, I have a lecture in the morning, and I can't get to sleep. So what happens? Well, obviously, I post to 1500 people...again. But at least there's no Huey Lewis in this one. I'm learning quite a lot living out here in the big city of Glasgow. Sadly, not much of that knowledge is coming from the University I sometimes-attend. One thing I've learned is that the Glasgow indie types know their music, and they know it well. I sometimes wonder how these people found the time in life to soak up all of this information, and I think of how I would never have the time or patience to do that. Then I think of those long weekends where I just sit in my living room watching two seasons of Buffy in a row, and I begin to wonder if I could be doing something more productive with my time (even if it is learning all the different versions of "MacArthur Park" and judging which is better). Still, it's driving me mainstream. I've had three dreams about Zwan, and am fighting not to spend the money on the album, especially with a new Go-Betweens and Aislers Set floating out there (side note: if anyone wants to e-mail me and tell me their thoughts on the new Go-Betweens to help with my decision to purchase it, it would be appreciated). However, one thing I am still trying to get my head around is the time-honoured "pull". Picking up a girl in a club or dance night or pub is something completely new altogether, and i must say, way beyond my current social abilities. An example of my social ineptitudeness: Girl: Hey, you're in my course at Uni. Drunken Matt: Ooh, right. Well, no tutorials tomorrow (slurrr)...gotta fuck off now. So now I know that's not the best idea for next time. I have been informed that a proper pull involves "chatting up" someone, then, at the right moment, moving in for a snog. If the snog is good, then numbers may be exchanged. If not, it's done or perhaps a meeting at the same club some other time to try again. My response to this is a great big "no way". Another tactic, which I saw work right before my very own eyes just this Friday, was employed by a sinister. Through a move of sheer brilliance, the sinister "accidentally" flipped a paper frog he found on a table into a cute girl's lap. "oh come, she can't be that stupid...jesus...she is!" But how often is there a paper frog conveniently sitting on a table near a cute girl sitting on her own? While amazing to watch, I suppose that information doesn't really help me very much...unless I make many paper frogs and strategically place them on tables in a club for use later in the evening. Since I have no pick up lines of any worth, and I have found the general female's interest in the Peasants Revolt of 1381 or the Jacobite Rising of '45 can be described as passing at best, I'm out of luck in this territory. Push comes to shove, I can always find a large tub of chocolate, a crate with airholes that simply says "from Waldo", and Laura Llew's address. But that's a rather desperate measure. For now, I'll just be that guy who goes to clubs on his own, and stands on his own, and leaves on his own, and goes home and cries and wants to die. You know, like that T.A.T.U. song. So I might not have the insane indie knowledge of most, but I think that makes me far more indie in spirit. Because what's more indie than a romantic failure**? So perhaps next weekend I will attempt to pull. Come see the tears and recriminations. -Matt *If you were expecting something like Bret Easton Elis, I apologize. Sadly, I don't know of any kidnapped females bound and gagged by yuppies at this time. **Other than a romantic failure by Jim O'Rourke or Steve Pastel P.S. I apologize for the worthlesness of this post. But forgive me, I'm bored, delirious, and shaking from too much tea. P.P.S. In a B+S note, does anyone else think that "Put the Book Back on the Shelf" is one of their most unsung classics? I think it's my favourite at the moment. _________________________________________________________________ Protect your PC - get McAfee.com VirusScan Online http://clinic.mcafee.com/clinic/ibuy/campaign.asp?cid=3963 +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 3 11:34:06 2003 From: R.Playforth at xxx.uk (Rachel Playforth) Date: Mon, 3 Mar 2003 11:34:06 +0000 (GMT Standard Time) Subject: Sinister: a la plage Message-ID: So, Saturday was I suppose the first official picnic of the Sinister year, although I'm not sure we can really lay claim to the title as there was no al fresco boozing, no Pringles and no football. But somehow pubs, chips and slot machines seemed more appropriate given the pouring rain and the fact that it was dark by 5pm. In attendance: muggins, Mark C, Marianna M, Ken C, Liz D, Rob B, Robin S and Lucy E. The latter proved her teacher credentials admirably by testing our spelling and setting us tough challenges such as 'Margaret Thatcher, Ann Widdicombe, Edwina Currie: marry one, shag one, push one off a cliff. CHOOSE.' It was literally hours of fun. Some of the other hours were filled with DDR, air hockey, pretending to be on skis, and Who Wants To Be A Millionaire. Never let it be said that Sinister kids just sit around limply, eating Haribo and discussing Isobel's hair. We were WHIRLWINDS of activity. I have a new-found appreciation for Ken's DDR skeez, having now found out just how difficult it is (or rather, how little sense of natural rhythm I have). The pier had mostly recovered from its brush with fire. The purveyors of 'pork on chips' were certainly still alive and well, as were the DJs, locked in their little booth and forced to play Mousse T and Simply Red all afternoon. Brighton has class you see. In the pub everyone got a chance to read local listings magazines and find out just how freakish Brighton is; we also discussed absent friends and non-league football and looked at girls' legs. Later on I bundled six people into my tiny front room with two mattresses and one duvet and callously left them to kick each other and shiver all night long. We did have a feast of chilli puffs, gorgeous bread, chocolate biscuits and tea first though. So I AM a good hostess, honest. (Even if the only bit actually provided by me was the tea...) I then went to bed as the strains of Ken's sperm CD (off the front of the Independent, don't ask...) faded away. In the morning the Sinister stench was negligible! I think the secret is: don't continue to drink alcohol on return to flat, also don't have anyone in the flat who smokes or vomits. Hurrah. There was a bit of a greenhouse effect once the sun came out though, so we headed off in search of lard. Not before having an Actual Belle & Sebastian Conversation though! (NB. if anyone can provide any examples of 'zeugma' in B&S lyrics or otherwise, we'd be grateful.) No Buddies (aka Gay Lard) this time, but we discovered Naff Caff (Goth Lard) instead, where we enjoyed mounds of fried potatoes and a pierced waitress. Then there was just time for another quick dally by the seaside. My attempt to take everyone's photo next to the random doughnut sculpture failed (it was the last day of National Doughnut Week!) but fun was had anyway. The collapsed West Pier looked noble and sad in the distance, while we skipped stones and tried to hide from the cruel brightness of the sun. Unfortunately, even playing chicken with the sea on a steep incline didn't make Mark fall in. All the excitement combined with an enormous Sunday roast meant that I fell asleep at 6pm and missed most of the evening, but it was worth it. I hope all your weekends were as good. love Archel xxx ****************** Visit www.buzzwords.ndo.co.uk for the best new writing on the web. Email submissions at buzzwords.ndo.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 brianraindogs at xxx.com Mon Mar 3 11:07:19 2003 From: brianraindogs at xxx.com (Brian McNeill) Date: Mon, 03 Mar 2003 11:07:19 +0000 Subject: Sinister: On The Air. . . Message-ID: Can any kind soul please help me get my hands on any good quality cdrs of b&s live/rare stuff and on the radio? Cos, I no longer have stuff liek the black sessions any more. And I have never seen any decent bootlegs anywhere. Apart from up the barras, and I resent paying �8+ for a cdr. I shall of course provide all blanks and postage and a copy of any of the bootl;egs I have. (mostly Neil young and dylan and a few kinks ones!) I hope someone can help. . . thanking you al in advance and DO have an unusual day toodle-ooo brian _________________________________________________________________ Overloaded with spam? With MSN 8, you can filter it out http://join.msn.com/?page=features/junkmail&pgmarket=en-gb&XAPID=32&DI=1059 +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 therapy.services at xxx.org Mon Mar 3 16:21:24 2003 From: therapy.services at xxx.org (therapy.services at xxx.org) Date: Mon, 03 Mar 2003 16:21:24 +0000 Subject: Sinister: My head explodes once a week. That's pretty intense, don't you th ink? Message-ID: Like a Flan obsessed with an Adam, I keep seeing Stuart Murdoch everywhere. I thought I saw him recently on the advertisement for ITV's Secret Weddings. The premise? Propose to your boyfriend, be separated instantly for three days, show up in the studio in a frock and hope that he turns up to be wed in a 30-second ceremony. Now, to me, this sounded like the GREATEST television show in the world because, presumably, some of the brutes would be saying no. But the suckahs said yes. Fools. Still, it was trash, and I'm into that. Oh, and sadly it wasn't Stuart (note to self, contacts are gooood). Although I would have been amused if his girly had donned a dress and with a rogueish grin said, "would you?" And as the crowd held their breath, he strapped on his guitar and started singing "I don't love anyone." Or maybe, just maybe, Paula Abdul's "Will you Marry Me." Although, wait. That's my crazy wooing technique. I also saw Stuart Murdoch on the 55 bus outta Hackney the other day. He was on the top deck going into the city, I was on the top deck going out of the city. We crossed paths, our eyes met, he smiled and waved and then I realised it was my flatmate wearing a scarf and hat. He DID look like Struan though. El Bizarro. In other news, there's a B+S mix floating about the airwaves - the music of "The Boy with the Arab Strap" combined with the lyrics of The Streets "Don't Mug Yourself". It's insane. And insanity RULES. Which leads me onto for those of you who pay attention, you might remember me bemoaning the fact that there were no songs named after me and how my nemesis - my sister - used to torture me with the number of tunes written about Caroline. Of course, with a memory like a platypus that has lost it's memory, she has very little recognition of these events ever having taken place. Which is why I literally fell off my chair when I met her for lunch in Londontown the other week and she pulled out of her bag a packet of biscuits. An odd reaction you might think, but you should know this: Normally her gifts are amazingly frugal - a mini packet of travel tissues and some maltesers for Christmas, detergent and bran flakes for birthdays - but look! Those biscuits are MARIANNA BISCUITS! Spelt correctly as well. And not only that, BUT EACH AND EVERY SINGLE BISCUIT OF ARROWROOTY GOODNESS HAD MARIANNA IMPRINTED ON IT! These are the coolest biscuits in the world. I was in Brighton on the weekend. We pubnicked. It was rad. Props to Archel for mostessing hostessing. xx Miss Marianna Longmire ********************************************************************** This email and any files transmitted in it are confidential and intended solely for the person or entity to whom they are addressed. If you have received this email in error please notify the UCLH Mail Administrator at mail.administrator at uclh.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 jvic at xxx.br Mon Mar 3 15:59:00 2003 From: jvic at xxx.br (jvic at xxx.br) Date: Mon, 3 Mar 2003 12:59:00 -0300 Subject: Sinister: the rules of attraction* Message-ID: <200303031559.PAA29358@missprint.org> Boy, that Zwan album *is* good. BUY IT :) Victor. >Hello all, > >It's 3:30 in the morning, I have a lecture in the morning, and I can't get >to sleep. So what happens? Well, obviously, I post to 1500 people...again. > But at least there's no Huey Lewis in this one. > >I'm learning quite a lot living out here in the big city of Glasgow. Sadly, >not much of that knowledge is coming from the University I sometimes-attend. > One thing I've learned is that the Glasgow indie types know their music, >and they know it well. I sometimes wonder how these people found the time >in life to soak up all of this information, and I think of how I would never >have the time or patience to do that. Then I think of those long weekends >where I just sit in my living room watching two seasons of Buffy in a row, >and I begin to wonder if I could be doing something more productive with my >time (even if it is learning all the different versions of "MacArthur Park" >and judging which is better). Still, it's driving me mainstream. I've had >three dreams about Zwan, and am fighting not to spend the money on the >album, especially with a new Go-Betweens and Aislers Set floating out there >(side note: if anyone wants to e-mail me and tell me their thoughts on the >new Go-Betweens to help with my decision to purchase it, it would be >appreciated). > >However, one thing I am still trying to get my head around is the >time-honoured "pull". Picking up a girl in a club or dance night or pub is >something completely new altogether, and i must say, way beyond my current >social abilities. > >An example of my social ineptitudeness: > >Girl: Hey, you're in my course at Uni. >Drunken Matt: Ooh, right. Well, no tutorials tomorrow (slurrr)...gotta >fuck off now. > >So now I know that's not the best idea for next time. I have been informed >that a proper pull involves "chatting up" someone, then, at the right >moment, moving in for a snog. If the snog is good, then numbers may be >exchanged. If not, it's done or perhaps a meeting at the same club some >other time to try again. My response to this is a great big "no >way". > >Another tactic, which I saw work right before my very own eyes just this >Friday, was employed by a sinister. Through a move of sheer brilliance, the >sinister "accidentally" flipped a paper frog he found on a table into a cute >girl's lap. "oh come, she can't be that stupid...jesus...she is!" But how >often is there a paper frog conveniently sitting on a table near a cute girl >sitting on her own? > >While amazing to watch, I suppose that information doesn't really help me >very much...unless I make many paper frogs and strategically place them on >tables in a club for use later in the evening. > >Since I have no pick up lines of any worth, and I have found the general >female's interest in the Peasants Revolt of 1381 or the Jacobite Rising of >'45 can be described as passing at best, I'm out of luck in this territory. >Push comes to shove, I can always find a large tub of chocolate, a crate >with airholes that simply says "from Waldo", and Laura Llew's address. > >But that's a rather desperate measure. For now, I'll just be that guy who >goes to clubs on his own, and stands on his own, and leaves on his own, and >goes home and cries and wants to die. You know, like that T.A.T.U. song. >So I might not have the insane indie knowledge of most, but I think that >makes me far more indie in spirit. Because what's more indie than a >romantic failure**? > >So perhaps next weekend I will attempt to pull. Come see the tears and >recriminations. > >-Matt > >*If you were expecting something like Bret Easton Elis, I apologize. Sadly, >I don't know of any kidnapped females bound and gagged by yuppies at this >time. >**Other than a romantic failure by Jim O'Rourke or Steve Pastel > >P.S. I apologize for the worthlesness of this post. But forgive me, I'm >bored, delirious, and shaking from too much tea. >P.P.S. In a B+S note, does anyone else think that "Put the Book Back on the >Shelf" is one of their most unsung classics? I think it's my favourite at >the moment. > >_________________________________________________________________ >Protect your PC - get McAfee.com VirusScan Online >http://clinic.mcafee.com/clinic/ibuy/campaign.asp?cid=3963 > >+-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ > +---+ 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 pass_the_peas85 at xxx.com Mon Mar 3 17:23:26 2003 From: pass_the_peas85 at xxx.com (hannah brown) Date: Mon, 03 Mar 2003 17:23:26 +0000 Subject: Sinister: you're a WINNER!!!!! Message-ID: Yo'ness, That's a rubbish way of saying hello. I just wanted to agree with Mr Henderson's post, sometimes i sit at home watching ground force and laughing at Charlie's Dimmock's ( or Dimmock's Charlie's, it works both ways) and think "hmmm, maybe i am waisting my life on this sofa". Then i try and learn some Nick Drake and get a sore hand. I can play "things behind the Sun" now, but it's a bit rehearsed if you know what i mean. Archel mentioned that there was some Haribo at the picnic which is weird coz there is always some Haribo knocking about the sinister world. I may have mentioned this before but they should have a special B&S packet. It would be fab, they could have some guitars, some little cars with the foamy stuff on it, some yappy dogs and all of the bands faces. They could also make a B&S fuzzy felt set so you could arrange all your favourite members in you desired positions, then carefully place it on your wall or something, yeh man, rock on with the fuzzy felt!!!! woohoo, My flatmates bought a piano on saturday, i came home from work and there it was, all shiny and piano like. They had a bit of trouble getting home though because there was a homeless guy on their bus who smelt strongly of poo and when he stood up it all ran down his legs and into his bag of carefully selected fine ciders. They chose to tell me this whist i was scoffing on a lovely big plate of spiced cous-cous, YUM. The point i was going to make is that my flat mate is amazing at piano and all i can play is "everything in it's right place" by radiohead, which gets a bit boring. Well, i can read music so if anyone has any cool (and relitively simple) piano music then can you send it to me????? I am going to try and work out "Johnathon David" but if someone has done it already it would save me the bother. um that's it really, er i can't go WOOOOOOOO I"ve GOT A GLASGOW TICKET coz i haven't and i'm not going to coz it's too far and besides, i might miss Eastenders. love hannah b _________________________________________________________________ Surf together with new Shared Browsing http://join.msn.com/?page=features/browse&pgmarket=en-gb&XAPID=74&DI=1059 +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 blokefrombargainhunt at xxx.uk Mon Mar 3 20:26:51 2003 From: blokefrombargainhunt at xxx.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Matt=20Campbell?=) Date: Mon, 3 Mar 2003 20:26:51 +0000 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: You cant fool me, there aint no sanity clause! Message-ID: <20030303202651.2090.qmail@web21109.mail.yahoo.com> Good evening everyone or good morning/afternoon depending where you are. This is my very first mail since Honey let me off the leash. It feels a wee bit like my first day at school. I'm in a new place with lots of people who have more of a clue than I do. Only this time I don't get to look forward to my mum picking me up at the end of the day. Anyway, my in securities aside I would like to say a huge thank you to anyone who has mentioned either the go-betweens or camera obscura in the last few weeks. In the case of the go-betweens, I finally decided to listen to the rave reviews and actually buy one of their albums. While my love of the band already stands on the edge of obsession I also felt a certain amount of guilt that it took me nigh on twenty one years of my life to find them. Camera Obscura on the other hand is a different story. It was almost impossible to get your hands on it up here in sunny Aberdeen. I have a friend of a friend to thank for that one. I'm going to stop there cause I can already hear the dulcet tones of the residents of Albert Square on the TV and I need my daily fix. Matt. x P.S. I'm going to stick my neck on the line and say the best B&S song by a country mile is La Pastie de la Bourgoisie P.P.S. I realise I've probably ruined my point by spelling the title wrong but I simply can't be arsed raking through my CD's to find out. __________________________________________________ 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 languagecreep at xxx.com Tue Mar 4 19:32:53 2003 From: languagecreep at xxx.com (Today I am in the mood for spanish language radio) Date: Tue, 04 Mar 2003 14:32:53 -0500 Subject: Sinister: Do you want to go with me? That's what we call it here, going together... Message-ID: I'm a bit scared that I don't believe in love. I haven't been given a shred of proof that it truly exists, that it's not a lie we tell ourselves. I wasted a year and a half on a robot, shared everything with someone who was just going through the motions. There's this guy, see? Only I don't know if he's there, you know, like that. Twice it's been a lovely night, stars out and shit like that, and in the end it's just a friendly hug. Might as well have been a handshake. And he hasn't stopped me from obsessing over boys I have dubbed something ridiculous. There's Angry Eyes, Photo Major, Richie Tennenbaum, Two Shirts...the list goes on. So can I love? I love little things. I try to put more love into the world. Not luv mind you. I can't stand luv. Luv ya doll. Just makes me want to shudder. Last year I had the smile project. Smile at random strangers, I mean REALLY smile. The results were somewhat mixed. But there were the few who really responded, and that made it worth it. So now we're taking the smile project a step up. Telling people you like something about them. The other night it was just saying "I like your hat," but it made the guy so happy that I was inspired to turn it into another full fledged project. I'll let you know how it goes. In other news I have bought some tube socks and I very well may love them. The topic of this post is love, for those not following. I do love sinister. At least I think I do. I think uncertainty means it's true love. Kara www2.bc.edu/~brielman _________________________________________________________________ Add photos to your e-mail with MSN 8. Get 2 months FREE*. http://join.msn.com/?page=features/featuredemail +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 Tue Mar 4 21:25:13 2003 From: stoutrobin at xxx.com (robin stout) Date: Tue, 04 Mar 2003 21:25:13 +0000 Subject: Sinister: ..i'm still finding the crumbs.. Message-ID: It's Pancake Day!! Hurrah!! I've just eaten FOUR pancakes!!!! I had noodles with pancakes, cheese with pancakes, lemon with pancakes and honey with pancakes. Mmmmm! 'Scuse me a moment while I calm down.. I appear to have gone pancake crazy.. Ever a supporter of the provincial railways I tootled off to Brighton for the weekend, where, among other things, I; listened to the gentle music of Ken's sperms; discussed the merits of fisting with Cassarotto; didn't win a Thunderbird on the grabbing machine in the arcade; was a little disappointed that the pier wasn't burnt down very much then felt guilty for thinking it; overheard a girl on the bus who's friend had snogged someone who looked like they'd "been hit in the face with a saucepan"; had constant dilemmas over whether I should call Archel "Rachel", or call Rachel "Archel", usually settling for "Oi, you with the biscuits"; ATE A PANCAKE; avoided the PORK AND CHIPS like they were scurvy; sang like Johnny Cash; avoided mentioning the WAR (shh!); listened to the melodious Pipes of Brennan; nibbled some biscuits, wore a cardigan and was, all in all, a bit freaky. Oh and lots more. I think the only thing that could top a Brighton picnic would be a Kidderminster-twinned-with-a-concentration-camp picnic. Imagine the sensation: For lo! The good people of Kidderminster did witness a cheese sandwich and they did marvel at its wonder! I also said, more than once I think, something like: "It's good to see people posting lots of good stuff to sinister these days." What i didn't say was "with people like Lucy, the Pinefox, Anscombe and Llew about it makes me look a bit crap." I thought it once or twice, but instead I said "pass the biscuits, you over there", or "put it away, Mark, not at the table" or some such. I'm glad B+S are being produced by the chap who did Tatu. I like Tatu because they are LESBIANS and they SNOG EACH OTHER. bye robin x _________________________________________________________________ Stay in touch with MSN Messenger http://messenger.msn.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 idleberry at xxx.com Tue Mar 4 23:24:24 2003 From: idleberry at xxx.com (idleberry) Date: Tue, 4 Mar 2003 15:24:24 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: Songs, words, and so forth Message-ID: <20030304232424.27839.qmail@web41113.mail.yahoo.com> I'm a very sad (as in pathetic) girl. I wrote a wee ditty, ripping off the great B&S, by replacing a few words of their Storytelling song. Anyway, I read it, and I decided better of it to post it myself. But heres the jist: replace the word "characters" with "citizens"/ "country"/ "cabinet" "plot" becomes policy, as does "stories" replace "storyteller" with "politician" replace "tale" with "term". **A giant tumbleweed, called Bert, who has three small tumbleweed children and a wife called Lizzy who ran off with a shrub a year ago, decides to roll across the middle of the sinister mailing list, as an akward silence descends upon the good folk of sinister while they stare blankly at the author of poor quality postings** ANYWAY. I'm pleased to note that I'm no longer feeling like a lemon (in the figurative sense) in the Pocketbook Angels webring, and have been joined by more fruity and zesty interwebbers looking to link the United Blogs of Sinister (hey!) with the webring. The ring was set up with sinister bloggers in mind, I guess it was a lazy way to have a list of sinister blogs to read without having to add them to my bookmark list. Who knows, it might expand one day to be less exclusive and more inclusive of other B&S fans. But for the time being, its been set up really rather quickly (the idea has been floating around for a while though, but the actions were done in haste) and I guess I just wanted to see what would happen. I'm sure there might be a few mumblings about it being exclusive and whatever else have you, and that therefore being a bad thing, and so on and so forth. But its early days (less than a week, I reckon) and its just nice to get it established. If you've not joined, and would like to do so, its called Pocketbook Angels, and can be found at http://www.geocities.com/retrosec Ken Chu's colander has already signed up (amongst others) so nows the time to cyber rub shoulders with Ken himself. Or at least, his essential utensil. Yes, thats my selling point, and I think its a darn good one, albeit vaguely smutty. I tell you, I'd be no good at setting up my own company. I'd probably set it up and then six months later try and work out what it was going to do, having spent all the enterprawner bank loan on goodies from a stationery catalogue and whirly chairs. Mmm.. stationery. About a year ago, I wrote a series of posts to sinister, about being heartbroken. I was amazed at the time by the responses to my post. Well, I got back together with the heartbreaker in question, who will no doubt speak to me when he reads this and say, with a slight quizzical tone, "'heartbreaker'???". We got back together on Christmas eve. Some people say they saw it coming, although my mum was shocked. I was too, actually, and it was I who asked "shall we get back together?". I was shocked that my mouth could say such a thing, although I am regularly shocked by the things that I say. When I mentioned the phrase "boyfriend" at work, there were a few sly smiles and raised eyebrows and "oh yes...?" questions, to which I explained it was a recycled boyfriend. I'm not good at handling gushy, and felt slightly embarrassed, in the "I'm 14 and telling my mum I have a boyfriend" way. I'm not 14, I'm 24, if you were in any doubt. Now, I must go. love idleberry x x x ===== http://groups.yahoo.com/group/corduroysmoke/ starting playground gossip and passing notes __________________________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Tax Center - forms, calculators, tips, more http://taxes.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 boyincorduroy at xxx.com Wed Mar 5 00:00:24 2003 From: boyincorduroy at xxx.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mark=20Casarotto?=) Date: Wed, 5 Mar 2003 00:00:24 +0000 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: Rude, angry, unnecessary. Plus ca change. Message-ID: <20030305000024.91515.qmail@web10401.mail.yahoo.com> First off. Please don't spend one line saying Billy Corgan (of all fucking people) is great, no discussion, no nothing, AND THEN cut and paste an entire, long (albeit great) post on the end. It's not nice for digestives. Read the FAQ, etc. etc. Secondly, repeated propellors to Archel. Brighton was fucking great. Anyone who's wussed out of a Sinister picnic so far, don't even think about it when the season begins for earnest this spring. I'm going to be pushing for something a bit special, so watch this space... Thirdly, there's been a bit of a spurt of B&S listening in this parish lately. Is it something in the water, something in the air, or have people simply decided that if the alternative is Billy fucking Corgan, they'd better bury their heads in folky scottish pop and see out the creative winter until the nasty whiny twat goes away. Yours bitchily (but only cos I love you), Mark xxx __________________________________________________ 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 mrsaudiac at xxx.com Wed Mar 5 02:57:41 2003 From: mrsaudiac at xxx.com (jenn phillips-bacher) Date: Tue, 04 Mar 2003 20:57:41 -0600 Subject: Sinister: Rupert Murdoch & Stuart Murdoch--any relation? Message-ID: You look lovely when you wear that dress, Sinister! It really brings out the color of your eyes, It took a massive event to bring me out of my State of Lurk, and the event was this from Marianna: >Like a Flan obsessed with an Adam, I keep seeing Stuart Murdoch > >everywhere. I thought I saw him recently on the advertisement for >ITV's >Secret Weddings.The premise? Propose to your boyfriend, be >separated >instantly for three days, show up in the studio in a frock >and hope that >he turns up to be wed in a 30-second ceremony. Okay, so I'm not in the UK, but did anyone in the US watch "Married by America" last night?* Anyone? Anyone? One of the suitors looked exactly like Stuart Murdoch! I am not kidding. And his name was SMITHY, and he was wearing an oversized ribbed sweater, undoubtedly to cover up his slim physique and draw attention away from his firm bottom. He was precious, and I considered checking the Married by America website to see if he will be appearing on any other reality tv shows in the future. This is all very weird. And with that, I go into lurk mode once more. Kisses, Jenn P-B *The premise of this show is that successful, gorgeously chiseled singles who have had a tough time with the whole romance thing and are ready to get hitched are presented a panel of suitors. America votes and then they get married on air! Isn't it great? The contestant's family & friends prepare questions for the 5 suitors along the lines of "Barbara really loves her cats. How do you feel about changing the kitty litter?" and "You studied Philosophy in college. How can you possibly provide for our daughter?" Then the suitors respond with scripted 1-sentence answers that say absolutely nothing about themselves. Gosh, this is all starting to sound a bit like the 2000 election. I'm not sure who appoints the fiancee at the end of the show--I didn't watch after Smithy was voted off Suitor Island. _________________________________________________________________ The new MSN 8: advanced junk mail protection and 2 months FREE* http://join.msn.com/?page=features/junkmail +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 jlhill81 at xxx.com Wed Mar 5 06:10:06 2003 From: jlhill81 at xxx.com (Joanne Hill) Date: Wed, 05 Mar 2003 06:10:06 +0000 Subject: Sinister: It's Cold Outside Message-ID: Hello all, I went to Montreal last month. God it was cold. Who on earth decided Canada was a good place to settle should have stayed where they were. Silly French people. Thus, the winter does not do the city justice. Everything is closed, theres no one around, and the romanticism that I'm sure the place doesn't come to life. It's on hold. Hibernating. Also my lack of French language skills was a pain in the arse. Its funny going to foreign countries and having to go to Subway or McDonalds (not my choice of eatery, I was dragged there by my traveling companion) and order food with English names, in another language. It sounds so awkward. Je voudrais un cheeseburger. Me gusta un McChicken sandwich con fries y Coke, por favor. So yes, more so than Toronto Montreal has a bizarre mix of colonial French and English (I particularly liked the mini Nelson's column) and monstrous North American blandness. Apologies to all North Americans. I still like Toronto better. Not being able to go to Glasgow for this much discussed B&S gig, I'll have to content myself with the equally good and even cuter Delgados. 4th April, Lee's Palace, Toronto. I'm very excited. It'll mean I'm two thirds the way through my 'must see before I die/get too old' list of bands. First was Gorky's. Then there'll just be our Belle and Seb. I'm beyond excited. Hopefully joining me will be Mr Jason Cochrane, my only sinister buddy so far. Oh, a little thank you to all you who emailed me about Pizzicato Five - I bought 'Playboy/Playgirl' and its lush. Not that this should turn into a war, or even a minor skirmish, but I found it quite funny and also irritating (irritating enough to write this) that Mark Cassarotto chose to tell someone off for their post, by posting to everyone and thereby clogging up our inboxes again. Why not just delete it and move on? Did it require the energy of posting a reply? I think you said you used to be in Offbeat, in which case it was in the true spirit of that society. There's so much bitchiness going on in the exec, and despite having left years ago you are perpetuating the ugly feelings of animosity that breed within. How unfortunate. Peace love and happiness everyone xxxx Wow, you've made it to the end. Well done and thank you Joanne x _________________________________________________________________ Express yourself with cool emoticons http://messenger.msn.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 heartxdan at xxx.com Wed Mar 5 06:18:14 2003 From: heartxdan at xxx.com (elizabeth trawick) Date: Tue, 04 Mar 2003 22:18:14 -0800 Subject: Sinister: stop me if you think that you've heard this one before Message-ID: Hi All I must share with you that not only did I just get out of the warmest bath (I'm still sweating!) in the world, I also ate cookies, drank milk, and listened to Joy Division. All whilst I was sitting merrily in that warm bath. The bath and everything involved was the perfect way to end the wonderful day I had. It all began when I woke with a smile... Why did I wake with a smile? Not because I went to bed with one- but because I dreamt of Straun! Yes. I had a dream that Mr. Murdoch himself cheered me up after a bad uni class (I'm not even out of high school yet!) and gave me a ride home in his car (which is also preposterous as he hasn't got that wonderful ride anymore! unless he's gotten something new). And honestly I don't think it was Stuart that cheered me up, but rather the thought and effort he took to cheer me up! Anyway, enough about that dream! I've been going stark raving mad when it comes to music. The other day I bought Permanent by Joy Division, I've ordered Where Were We by the Lucksmiths, and today I bought Strangeways, Here We Come by the Smiths. Goodness, I do love the Smiths. I find myself listening to them more and more. And the more I listen to them, the more I realise that my life should be devoted to getting Morrissey to marry me. But that's neither here nor there, is it? My friend invited me to visit Europe with him. I was planning on going this summer, but a few things happened between when I planned it and when it was to come about that changed my mind. I then planned on starting college this summer, but as there aren't many courses offered in the summer and I do not want to be burned out before the year really begins, I've found that the trip to Europe would be so very nice. Even under the certain circumstances (which will probably not be bad at all once this goes into effect). And honestly, how can one argue with a trip to Europe with a cute friend to visit an even cuter ex boyfriend? Oh, one cannot! So tomorrow I must speak to my parents and try to charm them into paying for me to go. I'm sure they will, though, as that was the plan in the very first place. My point is: Chris (my cute friend!) and I might have a hard time finding things to do (I believe we're going to London and Glasgow, he said somewhere else as well but I don't remember), so if you're in that area and know of any good gigs coming up in the June/July time frame, please mail me and I'll talk to him about things! Also, if any of you would like to meet I would absolutely love that. I'm sure Chris and I won't be together the entire time (he likes the ladies and I am not his kind of lady if you know what I mean!) and it would be very nice to have someone to "chat it up" with while I'm in town. Take care all! xoxo with love, Elizabeth _________________________________________________________________ Protect your PC - get McAfee.com VirusScan Online http://clinic.mcafee.com/clinic/ibuy/campaign.asp?cid=3963 +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 kenneth.chu at xxx.org Wed Mar 5 10:58:26 2003 From: kenneth.chu at xxx.org (kenneth.chu at xxx.org) Date: Wed, 05 Mar 2003 10:58:26 +0000 Subject: FW: Sinister: Spaceboy (dream) Message-ID: \m/ Smashing Pumpkins Cor! \m/ Rawk on Ken > ---------- > From: Chu,Kenneth > Sent: 05 March 2003 10:44 > To: Chu,Kenneth > Subject: Sinister: Spaceboy (dream) > > JELLYBELLY > I have developed an intense appetite lately. It's like, I can just eat > and eat and eat and eat, and then devour and gormandise. Those I haven't > got a belly yet, hopefully I will soon so I can take up playing darts > professionally. > > > SWEET SWEET > Is the feeling when the power of Consumerism is upon you, this past month > I have been like that song about the English Football Manager, but instead > of Sven! Sven! Sven!, it was Spend! Spend! Spend! I bought so many cool > things lately it's insane. This leaves me with very little money but a > lot happier knowing that I have so much fancy goods to play with! > > > GEEK U.S.A. > I have been geek-tastic lately after one of the big spending which was my > NEW COMPUTER! It's so nice, and goes so well with the new FHS-V internet > connection that I have (FHS-V = Fast High-Speed -- Vrroooom!) aw and I > have installed Windows XP on it it's so cute! It's all pastel coloured > and have rounded window corners. Bless. But the actual computer itself > is nothing but cute, it's black and hard and it has even got GLOWY LIGHTS > on the front of it that makes it look like a Boy Racer Car. Not as Boy > Racer as Mark Casarotto though, who kindly drove us home from the Brighton > Picnic. > > > RAINDROPS + SUNSHOWERS > Those who missed the Brighton Picnic - like those of you who have missed > Live and Kicking - have missed out. Despite the slight drizzle on > Saturday, it was great fun and we went to the pier and danced and played > air hockey and stuff and we partied so hard we all stayed up til 5 in the > morning. Appropriately, the sun came out on Sunday, and we had some lard > and a laff at the Naff Caff. Before setting off to the shore, where > Archel and Mark played a very literal game of CHICKEN, which involved > running away Before The Waves Even Got To The Beach! > > > PORCELINA OF THE VAST OCEANS > We threw a lot of rocks into the sea. Throwing Rocks into the sea is a > lot of fun. I wished that I lived on the seaside so I could throw rocks > into the sea like that everyday, but I guess that's not a very good reason > for moving house. And there's sometimes Sailor's Jizz(tm) to contend > with, and I already have enough sperm, thank you. > > > HEAVY METAL MACHINE > Cor, just fitted a gauge 9 set of strings to the guitar and it is now > Speed-riff-tastic! Excuse me while I'm off to pretend to be Slash out of > Guns 'n' Roses. > > Love and Red Bulls > Ken > ********************************************************************** This email and any files transmitted in it are confidential and intended solely for the person or entity to whom they are addressed. If you have received this email in error please notify the UCLH Mail Administrator at mail.administrator at uclh.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 elenita99 at xxx.com Wed Mar 5 15:42:14 2003 From: elenita99 at xxx.com (elenita 99) Date: Wed, 05 Mar 2003 16:42:14 +0100 Subject: Sinister: How snob can you get? Message-ID: Hello people, I hope you are fine an healthy today. For a change, I shall start with content: there has been a lot going on about the gig in Glasgow. First of all I felt left out and sad. Now I feel like I am going to show off in two seconds and be a real snob: I am not going to Glasgow, but I am going to BARCELONA!!! Yes dear friends, a few fellow listees and myself are going to be reporting back after the Primavera Sound festival. We are travelling to the fantastic land of Spain to see B&S amongst other great bands (well apart from Jordi who doesn't travel because he lives in Barcelona, but hey he is lucky that's all). No need to say I am totally and utterly excited, and I have been jumping around my office this morning when I booked the tickets. Now I wish I had a B&S bikini, that would have been useful. More amazing news: Peter Miller was in London, or so I have heard. This is a bit like Britney Spears visiting the UK, I suppose, in terms of crowd gathering. My mum called me this morning all giggling down the phone: she saw yesterday my little brother (aged 16) walking down the road hand in hand with a pretty young girl. Bless. This is his first girlfriend as for as I know, so this is all pretty exciting. It made me think about good old days in high school, when boys was the only worthy topic of conversation. When a member of this interesting specie talked to you for more than 10 seconds between two classes, it was conversation material for days. Aww. Thanks to Big Stu for reporting back, I think we all got jealous and excited at the same time. Mark C is rude. This is a fact. Elenaaaaaa _________________________________________________________________ Add photos to your messages with MSN 8. Get 2 months FREE*. http://join.msn.com/?page=features/featuredemail +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 6 10:48:00 2003 From: samwaltonyeah at xxx.com (Sam Walton) Date: Thu, 06 Mar 2003 10:48:00 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Mousse T vs Hot'n'Juicy Message-ID: Hello Sinister. I have exams next week. Oh, how I long to do my last ever exam. That won't be for about a year, though. So, I should be revising, which is probably why I'm writing this post. I made a little musical discovery last week, which may be quite out of date for most of the discerning cognoscenti on Sinister, but still it's worthy of note, I think. Said discovery comes in the form of Erin McKeown. Her music is lovely; all bluesy folksy zany acousitca. I'm yet to see any pictures, but her voice might make me spill my tea, if I weren't so averse to the beverage. Mark mentioned "spurts of B&S", which made me chuckle, in a juvenile way. I've also been listening to rather a lot of Lemon Jelly, too. I've been a fan for rather a while, and I went to see them play in Manchester the other day. We got given party bags with balloons and badges and pens as we went in. There wasn't a support band; instead, we all played bingo, and it was very humourous. The reason I mention it, aside from their obvious brilliance, is that it reminded me of B&S's more unorthodox side - playing golf on stage, bringing out steel drum players half way through a gig. I like stuff like this which is just a bit unpredictable. I must admit, I'm not a huge fan of Trever Horn, although I'm disappointed by the lack of smutty comments from the list given his gift of a surname. The subject line is the answer to Mark Hester's question. love, Asm.x ================================ "He's strictly a pain in the ass, but he certainly has a good vocabulary" - Holden Caulfield _________________________________________________________________ Use MSN Messenger to send music and pics to your friends http://messenger.msn.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 paulo_stinsoni at xxx.com Thu Mar 6 12:23:34 2003 From: paulo_stinsoni at xxx.com (Paulo Stinsoni) Date: Thu, 06 Mar 2003 12:23:34 +0000 Subject: Sinister: How will I know? Message-ID: Howdy doody neighbourinos, So, let's picture the scene, it's a sweaty May evening in Glasgow's premiere gig building (I've momentarily forgotton the name of the place - it may come to me by the end of the post, and then you won't see this bit in brackets*), I'm up at the front, in the standing zone, dancing like a nut job (although in time and in unison with Theresa Lovely) to "MayFly" and I'm rubbing shoulders with the Sinister elite. Now I can only ever guess at what you are all like from your stories of unrequited teenage love and musical preferences (I like Lemon Jelly too Sam) so unless you all wear T shirts and badges saying "I'm in love with a girl/boy who doesn't know I exist" or "All the ducks are swimming in the water" then I won't know who you are. Do you all have faces painted with "I'm sinister, are you" written on? Or is it tatooed on the back of your necks? (It's not on mine, and by crikey, it's a difficult thing to check bon your own) How will I know it's you? Ah well, Love and Humous to you all Paulo *No, it's completely escaped me. _________________________________________________________________ Overloaded with spam? With MSN 8, you can filter it out http://join.msn.com/?page=features/junkmail&pgmarket=en-gb&XAPID=32&DI=1059 +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 Thu Mar 6 12:49:24 2003 From: lucyalder at xxx.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?Lucy=20Alder?=) Date: Thu, 6 Mar 2003 12:49:24 +0000 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: How will I know? In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20030306124924.56228.qmail@web14201.mail.yahoo.com> Dear Sinister (and Paulo) There is a special way for us to recognise each other. Some might say it is the duffel coat/square specs/knee-high socks combination and others may think it has something to do with a secret sweaty handshake, but I can reveal to you the truth. It is the Upside Down Badge. This miraculous device was first used before I knew that 'sinister' meant something other than 'left-handed' or 'generally evil', which was a very long time ago, believe me. It has been used on numerous occasions and has often proved invaluable as an identifier of Person With Whom You Might Wish To Swap Spit. So, if you haven't got a B&S badge, get yourself over to Banchory Towers (http://www.banchoryshop.net) and make the necessary purchase, or find some glitter glue and make one yourself. Pin it on your lapel in the traditional inverted position et voila! We know who you are. Tomorrow is the Winchester Club. Sinister, this is your rallying cry, come drink and dance with us! Details here: http://www.geocities.com/the_winchester_club I can't think of anything else to say just now, so I'll shut up. Juicy Lucy --- Paulo Stinsoni wrote: > Howdy doody neighbourinos, > > So, let's picture the scene, it's a sweaty May evening in Glasgow's > premiere > gig building (I've momentarily forgotton the name of the place - it may > come > to me by the end of the post, and then you won't see this bit in > brackets*), > I'm up at the front, in the standing zone, dancing like a nut job > (although > in time and in unison with Theresa Lovely) to "MayFly" and I'm rubbing > shoulders with the Sinister elite. Now I can only ever guess at what > you > are all like from your stories of unrequited teenage love and musical > preferences (I like Lemon Jelly too Sam) so unless you all wear T shirts > and > badges saying "I'm in love with a girl/boy who doesn't know I exist" or > "All > the ducks are swimming in the water" then I won't know who you are. Do > you > all have faces painted with "I'm sinister, are you" written on? Or is > it > tatooed on the back of your necks? (It's not on mine, and by crikey, > it's a > difficult thing to check bon your own) > > How will I know it's you? > > Ah well, > > Love and Humous to you all > > Paulo > > *No, it's completely escaped me. > > > > _________________________________________________________________ > Overloaded with spam? With MSN 8, you can filter it out > http://join.msn.com/?page=features/junkmail&pgmarket=en-gb&XAPID=32&DI=1059 > > +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ > +---+ 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! > +-+ > +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ ===== The one, the only Glasgow Indie List! http://www.groups.yahoo.com/group/glasgow-indie/ ************************************************** The Winchester Club http://www.geocities.com/the_winchester_club __________________________________________________ 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 kenneth.chu at xxx.org Thu Mar 6 17:35:05 2003 From: kenneth.chu at xxx.org (kenneth.chu at xxx.org) Date: Thu, 06 Mar 2003 17:35:05 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Coy Talker Message-ID: Sometimes I take too many things for granted, like the phrase "taking things for granted" I think I know what it means but I've never really thought about why it means what it means, and I still haven't. The park outside work is very pretty at the moment. It's not a very standard pretty - like, all the leave on the trees have fallen off and the ugly side of Euston train station isn't particularly picturesque, but the colour, I forget about colour sometimes when I am over-obsessed with shapes and sizes. Today the way the sun is shining through the blue sky onto the bald branches has created all the best colours, like all of the ones you've always wanted to choose for your windows desktop colours but can't quite work out the RGB values to get them. Anyway, I was going to tell you about the upside down badges, but Lucy has beaten me to it. A quick search for "upside-down;badges" would give you a whole list of posts about it and the one from none other than Princess Honey. http://www.missprint.org/sinister/mhonarc/199903/msg00238.html featuring still one of the most sinister quotes from David Moore. This morning I went onto google to look for some porn, and I found some before even pressing the Search button!!! It was this naked bloke with a the nob hanging out and everything. eew. And then i realised i didn't turn the monitor on and it was just reflection. And also apparently today is Michaelangelo's birthday therefore Google replaced their logo today with a naked man. I have never listened to Lemon Jelly, but I love lemon jelly. I love you too sinister. Ken ********************************************************************** This email and any files transmitted in it are confidential and intended solely for the person or entity to whom they are addressed. If you have received this email in error please notify the UCLH Mail Administrator at mail.administrator at uclh.org. This footnote confirms that the email and attachments contained no viruses when they left UCLH. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 Thu Mar 6 19:26:35 2003 From: dirtyvicar at xxx.net (Dirty Vicar) Date: Thu, 06 Mar 2003 19:26:35 +0000 Subject: Sinister: sometimes it is good to be with a man Message-ID: it's the dirty vicar here. I don't know about you, but I wish people were more friendly. In particular I'd like if people didn't mail the list to denounce the posts of other subbers. That's not very friendly now, is it? Because I am a very friendly person indeed, I am flying to NOTTINGHAM tomorrow to make friends with people. If you live in Nottingham there are loads of B&S/indie related things happening this weekend. Well, two anyway. There's a Track & Field night on in the Rescue Rooms on Friday night, which should be fun. I have long dreamed of attending a Track & Field night, and now I shall, albeit not in the Betsy Trotwood. There is even more fun to be had on Saturday night, with there being a Bowlie Night meetup for B&S fans in the red room of the Rescue Rooms. This looks all set to be a musical highlight of the year for many people, as the kids will have discs spun for them by a phalanx of top quality DJs. Said DJs include none other than my good self, and all will quail before the uncompromising sounds I will play. But a word of warning - this night is not for sectarian bigots, as it is being organised by people from The Other B&S Internet Hobby. So if you were a sectarian bigot and you went along, you might find yourself having to interact with people oddly like yourself only subtly different. And you wouldn't want that. Right, now it is time to practice doing backflips. bless you all, 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 ian at xxx.com Thu Mar 6 20:36:23 2003 From: ian at xxx.com (Ian Connelly) Date: Thu, 6 Mar 2003 12:36:23 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: aislers, san francisco spring is summeriffic Message-ID: anyone else on the list going to see the aislers set in san francisco tonight? probably a long shot, but who knows. but there'll be a group of us downing beer and bourbon at the edinburgh castle around the corner before the doors open. there was a great write-up of the aislers in the local paper this week featuring a quote from stevie jackson calling them 'one of the best bands in america.' http://www.sfweekly.com/issues/2003-03-05/music.html/1/index.html i'm sitting here today 'working from home,' which is a marvellous idea and which everyone who's compelled to work should do once a week. you can do it with your shoes off. you can do it with your own pot of industrial-strength coffee. you can do it with henry's dress playing at an indiscreet volume. you can do it whilst two manic housecats fighting for dominance use you as an obstacle in their steeplechase. i'm dishevelled and a bit hungover from band practice and dj-ing last night - it was my friend's last night dj-ing at Radio over in oakland, and he let me on the tables for a dizzying hour or so. most of what i played was crap, but 'eighties fan' sounded incredible at high volume in the crowded bar. ah, i've had enough 'work' for the morning. off into the sunshine of the castro in search of lunch. 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 retrosec at xxx.uk Thu Mar 6 22:30:59 2003 From: retrosec at xxx.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Retro^Sec?=) Date: Thu, 6 Mar 2003 22:30:59 +0000 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: How will I know? Message-ID: <20030306223059.99163.qmail@web13101.mail.yahoo.com> Alternatively, look for a collective of oversexed hyperdriven hormonal would-be hedonists: half of sinister will be snogging in a corner/ the toilets, the other half looking longingly/seedily at one another wanting some hardcore lust satisfaction. idleberry x ===== http://retrosec.blogspot.com/ thoughts __________________________________________________ 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 Thu Mar 6 22:04:13 2003 From: aorta47 at xxx.com (mmm skyscraper) Date: Thu, 6 Mar 2003 14:04:13 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: Shoot that sexual athlete through my heart Message-ID: <20030306220413.52086.qmail@web11803.mail.yahoo.com> Hello Sinister I can agree with Matt's recent post. It can be hard to pull girls in a club. But I've had drunken ones think that my glasses were the coolest things in the world and want to try them on. It's a bit weird to let people you don't know wear your glasses. I'm hoping Trevor Horn will push through some synth sounds on the new B&S record. I always thought Electronic Renaissance needed an update. For so lo-fi goodness I have two bands to recommend. First is The Hidden Cameras who play what they describe as gay, folk, church music. Second is Saturday Looks Good To Me who sound like old 60s records falling apart, but in a good way. Both groups have 12+ members/contributers. How can you go wrong with that? Mark p.s. How many Mark's are on this list? __________________________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Tax Center - forms, calculators, tips, more http://taxes.yahoo.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 innerlemming at xxx.com Fri Mar 7 00:24:09 2003 From: innerlemming at xxx.com (laurel lemming) Date: Thu, 6 Mar 2003 16:24:09 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: ask sinister Message-ID: <20030307002409.47435.qmail@web41010.mail.yahoo.com> dear sinister, I've been drinking a good deal of tea lately. however, I'm stuck with a huge box of Bigelow Earl Grey someone left here, and I would rather be having PG Tips. the outlook is obviously quite dim, as I am a college student with no pocket money. what do I do? signed, lem dear sinister, I think what that girl ought to do is stop drinking so much tea and instead find someone who will give her the chords for "The Model," and also for the break in "Women's Realm," as they aren't listed at the Jeepster site and she hasn't got a piano nearby. and she should stop playing "she's losing it" at all hours of the day and night. signed, someone else dear sinister, this has gone far enough. someone please just send her the chords and a big box of PG Tips already. signed, someone else entirely -- love, lem ;] __________________________________________________ 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 rfadden at xxx.com Fri Mar 7 06:07:09 2003 From: rfadden at xxx.com (rrrrobyn) Date: Thu, 6 Mar 2003 22:07:09 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: you know me, i take nothing seriously. Message-ID: <20030307060709.48297.qmail@web11101.mail.yahoo.com> hi there sinister, you're looking lovely - so many new and old email-faces in the last few weeks (steven kado! robots! the signified! etc!). and, like, reporting on struan in the bath, hello, new sinister heights of Reporting Back, oh yes :) Yes, i've been keeping up despite the snow. i'd like to second the praise of The Hidden Cameras. they are good stuff. press: http://www.nowtoronto.com/issues/2003-03-06/cover_story.php , which compares them to who? yes, belle and sebastian, noneother. you can listen to a studio session here: http://www.justconcerts.com/concerts/concert.cfm?Concert_Id=98&Concert_IsLive=0 eegh, that's an ugly link. however, it includes video footage (some of which features s.kado giggling). and also, they're on *rough trade* now. *and* they sometimes have t-shirts that say "music is my boyfriend"! how great is that? i bet that even the ever-hetero, ever-at-least-partially-well-intentioned mark casarrrrotto wants one. i also heart the aisler's set, but, like my love for ken chu's witticisms and ways with a collander, this has already been established many times over. sometimes i wish i were in the uk and/or europe so i could go to clubs and shows and elite brighton beach beer-tasting festivals. i've done it before. and i want it again. but i've got the snow to keep me warm! no, that doesn't work. i've got libraries and on-line databases and a whole wack of friends who can't get enough of big words and intra-departmental flirting. spring is certainly about to be springing and one can only worry/hope about what the shedding of winter clothing will promote... how long will the so-called, self-imposed moratorium on kissing last? how... long...?? the more i think about the new cronenberg film "spider", the more i really really love it. this is always the way with me n' cronenberg. i should be so lucky to find myself in a romantically similar position: initially lulled by what appears to be traditional narrative only to realize a certain creeping up of being creeped out and then to be mesmerized and wanting more, and then to be, yes, leaning my blissed-out head against the shoulder of Great Ideas in a corner at some party where it's getting late but no one wants to go home. would that it were. or that it would be. or... well, what i really need is a haircut. and some kind of small wearable/portable computer that doesn't clash with my style or mutable identity. or, for that matter, crash with it. oh, i can spell love, but my keyboard doesn't have those keys. fashion! technology! new lifestyle ideals! robyn! ===== I was reading the dictionary. I thought it was a poem about everything. ~Steven Wright ~~~ Robyn Fadden rfadden at yahoo.com Montreal, QC __________________________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Tax Center - forms, calculators, tips, more http://taxes.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 stephanowic at xxx.it Fri Mar 7 12:17:46 2003 From: stephanowic at xxx.it (=?iso-8859-1?Q?Stefano_[Steady-State]?=) Date: Fri, 7 Mar 2003 13:17:46 +0100 Subject: Sinister: =?iso-8859-1?Q?the_winners_never_quit?= Message-ID: I’ve been long time obsessed by the game of chess. I’ve ever thought there should be magic and mystery lying behind the way the pieces are disposed on the board. There were the obscure rule spelled in mathematics and the dim light from the dusted covered window of a past century library. There was a decision and the needed to learn to play the game. In that time I was obsessed by Russian literature, as well. I used to be often obsessed by something. In general I don’t take pictures of my obsession, though. They won’t appreciate it that much, I can imagine. But the game needs strategy, needs patience, needs commitment, need stillness, need braveness. The game became a need. But I’ve never been a good player. One day the wish to play started to fade out, and know I don’t even remember the rules and how the place the pieces on the right place on the boards. That say I would have never been a natural. One day I started to say any day life as big chessboard... you need strategy, patience, commitment, stillness, braveness, god knows what. There is a problem with the game, and with the games in general, is that it is supposed someone win it. You know when you get into the riffle. But still someone has to lose. You are there, sit down, and you want to defeat the one which is sitting in front on you. It’s either me or you. It is trivial, but then the magic of the game disappeared, and what make it different from boxing match, if not the muscle and the different attitude. There will someone going home, thinking at the move he should have made and didn’t, on how the thing should have gone different, on how to spend the night, on how to win next time. This Is The Key: The Winner. Either if you are or not. Did you played for that? I did play for that. Really did I? I guess I did. This is all made by a great deal of being selfish. And how far I was, I used to be, I still being, from the person I thought I’d been, and I wish I still could be, or will be one day. One day not too far. . I wasn’t talented anyway. And I should choose a better game to play. Or better not play game. In the meantime I will find some another lot of obsession not to take picture of. And I’ll grow flowers in the spring time, when there will be nay reason. Yours, stefano >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< I'll be careful when I drive 'cause I want to see her once before I die. ONQ >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< mess up you bedroom: http://www.unedermybed.org +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 noticias at xxx.com Fri Mar 7 18:32:47 2003 From: noticias at xxx.com (=?iso-8859-1?Q?Francisco_L=F3pez?=) Date: Fri, 7 Mar 2003 15:32:47 -0300 Subject: Sinister: my obsession with chess and girly underpants :) Message-ID: <01cb01c2e4d8$1b827ac0$7a2d37c8@hmgvlopez> Stefano's post felt like written by me (well, maybe it was good writing, but besides that...) (keep on reading, it will actually start to talk about music and, eventually, belle and sebastian) I'm allways obssesed with something. A few years ago it was french comics, then operative sistems programming and now, yes, chess. I'm not actually a "player", i play as bad as a 3 year old, but i'm not interested in that. I love chess: the "clack!" from the clock, the look on the faces while opening and the brainy part. I mean, i love chess but not to play it, just to think it... Yes, i admit it, i'm a weird guy, but what can i say?.. I love reading about modern gaming and stuff, but playing it doesn't seem like a great idea. Maybe it's beacause of what Stefano said, i don't like the whole winner and loser thingy. I can't even stand to be the winner. Seriously, i jsut can't... But i still love the game. As a chess-lover geek, i asist to "important" games over here... And it's kinda funny, because i'm not the chess-player protothype. Last game i showed up to, i was wearing a "i don't have a boyfriend but if it boders you i will", self-made t-shirt and a cd player... During the opening i was listening to loveley belle and sebastian, of course. The song was "fox in the snow" and it was perfect for the ocation: It was a match between and old master and a really young player. I mean, looking at that guy's face... poor kid. He seemed really scared and fragile and you just felt the need to hug the guy and tell him not to be affraid... Then, while he was winning (and forcing the other guy to moves on a new way that i had never seen before), i played "electronic renaissance". And, of course, the guy winned... After the match i showed up and talked to the player a little bit. I was listening to b&s thru my earphones, that were really loud and guy said "hey! you were listening b&s while i was playin? that's so cool!"... I don't know why the hell i'm writing this, i just love chess... It seems like manny of us twees play the game... I thought that i was special *sigh*... Bleh, don't read this, i just have nothing better to do, Greetz from the country in wich you drink mate instead of tea, Silly Fran PS: Just a question: What's the average price of a cd single in the 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 mikelsen at xxx.nz Fri Mar 7 19:30:38 2003 From: mikelsen at xxx.nz (Lawrence Mikkelsen) Date: Sat, 8 Mar 2003 08:30:38 +1300 Subject: Sinister: Melbourne listees ... advice sought Message-ID: <003401c2e4e0$47dbf580$656237d2@computer> hi, Firstly, I guess I should appologise for not having posted in about a year or so. I'm still here, still a B&S fan, and still an avid reader of the comings & goings of Sinist*r. Annoyingly, it just seems that since I got married, etc. etc., I just have a lot less time to spoend in front of the computer posting long messages about my life. (sigh). Anyway, my wife and I are flying over from Auckland to Melbourne for a few days in early April. Part of the reason is to see The Lucksmiths' 10th anniversary show, and also because we _really_ like Melbourne. I'm want to do a full day "record store crawl" and was wanting some advice. The ones I remember being good were Au-Go-Go, Gaslight, Polyester and Heartland. I also seem to recall that there weas a shop somewhere near Prahan which specialised in UK indie. I can't remember where it was, not its name, but if anyone could help me, or suggest any other music-related places of interst, I'd really appreciate it. Thanks ... Lawrence +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 competitionsmile at xxx.com Fri Mar 7 19:40:46 2003 From: competitionsmile at xxx.com (Christine Irene) Date: Fri, 7 Mar 2003 11:40:46 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: Hello, My name is Nora Barnacle Message-ID: <20030307194046.80404.qmail@web40604.mail.yahoo.com> Hi everyone. I haven't posted in awhile. I figured you were all missing me desperately. :o) THIS ISN"T ART FOR ARTS SAKE, THIS IS ART FOR FUCKS SAKE! I love that quote. Gavin Friday said that back in the day when he was an angry youth from the northside of Dublin. I must say that I have gotten very into the Virgin Prunes of late though. Speaking of Ireland (for a change :o), i found a lovely web site the other day. it is a gaelic translation page. It gives various menus; ie: saying, greetings, colours, etc. Then there are audio files of this man saying everything, so as to get the pronunciation right. It also has a list of places where you can get information on places in your area to take courses in gaelic. I am so tempted to enroll, i am also horrified. there just seems to be no sense of phonetics there. it scares me. I should be more like Dirty vicar, he is always taking classes on how to speak extremely intimidating languages. I could easily spend 6 or 7 hours at this web site though. that scares me about myself. :O) DRESSED UP LIKE A CAR CRASH, YOUR WHEELS ARE TURNING BUT YOU'RE UPSIDE DOWN it snowed here this week. i was praying for so much snow that i wouldn't have to work. we didn't get so much snow that i didn't have to work. we did, however, get enough to require a snow day for the eldest of my charges. zoiks! it was great though. we spent a couple of hours playing in the snow. i hadn't done that in aaaaages. kevin from our beloved sinister told me about a sledding excursion he and his croanies went on a few weeks back. i'm so jealous. sledding rules! :o) A PESSIMIST IS ONE WHO FEELS BAD WHEN HE FEELS GOOD FOR FEAR HE'LL FEEL WORSE WHEN HE FEELS BETTER did you know that there used to be celery flavoured jell-o? there was indeed. coffee flavoured too. personally, i find this a disgusting thought, but who am i? I AM WHO I AM WHO I AM. WELL, WHO AM I? i was supposed to start school this weekend. my school decided to restructure the academic programme, so that has been postponed. of course they had to do this NOW, just as I was getting all excited about starting classes again. I AM NOT AN AARDVARK! I AM A FURRY BLUE MONSTER, AND PROUD TO BE ONE!! so st. patrick's day is approaching. it falls on a monday this year, that doesn't really work for my schedule. i usually have a big party for SPD. this year i think a group of friends and I are going to go to this place called Gaelic Park. Apparently all of the hip Irish Chicagoans go there. We'll see about that. I sort of have a feeling it is going to be a crowd of people who have names such as "Mulcahy" or "Fitzgerald" who hail from Indiana or some such place. That's not what I want. I want real live Irish people. I suppose I would settle for some Brits or Scots, though I can't imagine they would want to hang round Gaelic park on SPD. hmm? I wonder. SHE BLINDED ME WITH SCIENCE so the eldest of my charges has gotten bored with the art projects that we have always done. the trouble being, the ones a scoach more complicated are things that i would have to do the majority of. i found a solution. we have started doing science experiments. i always call her Newton now, she doesn't really get it. she is very into science though. i think her parents are quite impressed that i have been planning such sophisticated things though. woo hoo! onto somethings i have learned from my new favourite web site: Se�n is aimn dom.....this would be "My name is Sean" this would be helpful were my name actually Sean....Now I am just confused. Am I to lie whilst introducing myself in Gaelic? P�g mo th�in! .....kiss my ass! not very friendly, but could serve to be very helful! so to catch you up on things as they stand now... today is D� hAoine. it is an Geimhreadh i have a d� dearth�irs and a c�ig deirfi�irs have a lovely weekend everyone. Go n-ithe an cat th� is go n-ithe an diabhal an cat ~stine...erm, i mean sean. :o) __________________________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Tax Center - forms, calculators, tips, more http://taxes.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 MyMomSays at xxx.com Fri Mar 7 19:18:59 2003 From: MyMomSays at xxx.com (MyMomSays at xxx.com) Date: Fri, 07 Mar 2003 14:18:59 -0500 Subject: Sinister: I'm still waiting to be "popped the question" Message-ID: <1B702521.25C5522E.0274188F@aol.com> I am finding it very difficult to post again. Many times I have clicked the "compose" icon and stared blankly at my computer screen, unsure of what to say--weighing the experiences in my life, the random thoughts that have been dancing through my head as of late, and debating whether or not it applies to the e-mails that have been posted lately--and even more than that, more than relevance, is it interesting enough? I've lost my Sinister Confidence. I can sympathize with Laurel Lemming for needing PG Tips. Many times in the past I have posted to the list begging for this and that(Like the time I posted to Sinister asking for money to fund a trip to the San Francisco pop fantasy; I'm still red-cheeked over that one). Dirty Vicar sent me a New Year's present--a great mix tape and a book. This tape featured a song by the Chalets. Dude, where is an ALBUM I can buy? Along with the Chalets, there are the Hidden Cameras, who I've been told are of equal comparison to Belle and Sebastian. Anyone out there want to confirm these rumors? Over the Christmas holidays, there was a bit of a Sinister picnic. A mini-mini picnic. Not even a picnic, because it was supposedly an IL* Fancy A Pint. But three Sinisters were there! Myself, The Boy Troussé, and Sarah Garrett-Sonner. Sarah and myself discussed highheels and handbags while Stevie T spoke with one Fr*nk K*gan about music critics and other stuff I don't really understand. It would have been even better if Sarah and I had progressed from regularly girly talk to even GIRLIER girly talk and clucked about menstruation, or men not understanding us, or... The Pinefox posted about a walk through Stevenage; it was very well-written. I saw some pictures of this event. If featured the Pinefox's editor posed in front of various highways and roller-rinks. When I spoke with PF's editor about said photographs (we are in a relationship of the cahootish nature) he confessed he thought they were rather unflattering. Maybe they would have been better as ink polaroids? I, too, have an editor. I don't call him "my editor" like the Pinefox does. I call him "bro." Right now he's editing a piece of mine about Foot and Mouth Disease--go RJG! Edit that bitch! Okay, I've bubbled on enough. Thinking of you and all of your pets, Mandee May xx "inconsolably okay" +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 clairk at xxx.edu Sat Mar 8 00:35:24 2003 From: clairk at xxx.edu (kevin m. clair) Date: Fri, 07 Mar 2003 18:35:24 -0600 Subject: Sinister: a final term paper Message-ID: <3385071348.1047062124@RIVENDELL> As it is the season of final papers and such, I imagine this e-mail will contain political science-style citations, though I can't say for certain. I. Chicago, Illinois. Stine (C. Irene 7.3.03) says, "this year i think a group of friends and I are going to go to this place called Gaelic Park. Apparently all of the hip Irish Chicagoans go there." Well, as neither Irish nor Chicagoan, but rather of Irish descent and from the general Chicago area, I couldn't say for certain whether that's true. What I can say for certain is that I'll be In Chicago! on the 17th March, as that is the day my plane from Minnesota lands at the airport for spring break. This should be an exciting event for me; I've only ever seen the river turned green on television, and also I'll be going to see the Streets live and in person that very day. I'm sure other adventures will make themselves known to me in future, but for now the part about being in Chicago again after, um, a month, is the part that I like the best about this. II. How to Be Popular. I seem to have joined the blog webring which idleberry (R.^Sec 24.2.03) is in the business of maintaining. Although my blog is not yet the most popular site on the inter-web, I think that should probably happen in a week or two. III. Recent Weather Occurrences. Many mentions of snow have occurred in passing lately (C. Irene 7.3.03; rrrrobyn 7.3.03). Unfortunately, I cannot yet add to that number, as lately I've been jealous of the snow others have gotten whilst here all we get is cold weather and everyone, myself included, getting sick from it. However! we're supposed to get a bunch more snow tonight, which makes up for it a little. I'll have to spend all my Saturday inside, though, asking trivia questions to people and awarding them points if they answer correctly. That's the sort of thing I do with my weekends. Only usually I have to answer them myself. This generally doesn't have anything to do with the weather, although sometimes there are questions about clouds. IV. The Aislers Set. I don't get to see them play live due to the miracle of birth, and the fact that it occurred seven months too late for me to be 21 on time to get in. But I finally got the copy of the new album I ordered like three weeks ago, and I like it quite a bit. It reminds me in parts of the movie "Breathless" for some reason, and anything that makes me think of the French New Wave must be good. I think I'll listen to it again now. In conclusion, the football season I'm playing on the Nintendo right now isn't going as well as it was at first. But I should write a paper anyway. In like a lion, out like a lamb, -kevin Sources Cited* Irene, Christine. "Hello, My name is Nora Barnacle." Sinister, 7th March 2003. Retro^Sec. "picnics, anthems, and blog rings." Sinister, 24th February 2003. rrrrobyn. "you know me, i take nothing seriously." Sinister, 7th March 2003. --- "You should never wear your best trousers while going out to fight for truth and freedom." -- Henrik Ibsen +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 peetsketch at xxx.com Sat Mar 8 14:06:40 2003 From: peetsketch at xxx.com (steve peet) Date: Sat, 08 Mar 2003 14:06:40 +0000 Subject: Sinister: aislers, san francisco spring is summeriffic Message-ID: Well, it takes a lot to get me out of lurkdom these days, but this sure caught my eye... Just my luck that one of my favourite bands is playing in San Fran the week before I'm flying out there, still you can't have everything! I'll be in Santa Cruz from 11th till 15th then San Fran till 21st, so if any North Cal sinistrines could let me know where's good to stay or go of an evening or even want to meet up for a beer then drop me a mail (OFF LIST of course!) Cheers Sketcher >From: Ian Connelly >Reply-To: Ian Connelly >To: >Subject: Sinister: aislers, san francisco spring is summeriffic >Date: Thu, 6 Mar 2003 12:36:23 -0800 (PST) > >anyone else on the list going to see the aislers set in san francisco >tonight? probably a long shot, but who knows. but there'll be a group of >us downing beer and bourbon at the edinburgh castle around the corner >before the doors open. there was a great write-up of the aislers in the >local paper this week featuring a quote from stevie jackson calling them >'one of the best bands in america.' > >http://www.sfweekly.com/issues/2003-03-05/music.html/1/index.html > >i'm sitting here today 'working from home,' which is a marvellous idea and >which everyone who's compelled to work should do once a week. you can do >it with your shoes off. you can do it with your own pot of >industrial-strength coffee. you can do it with henry's dress playing at an >indiscreet volume. you can do it whilst two manic housecats fighting for >dominance use you as an obstacle in their steeplechase. i'm dishevelled >and a bit hungover from band practice and dj-ing last night - it was my >friend's last night dj-ing at Radio over in oakland, and he let me on the >tables for a dizzying hour or so. most of what i played was crap, but >'eighties fan' sounded incredible at high volume in the crowded bar. > >ah, i've had enough 'work' for the morning. off into the sunshine of the >castro in search of lunch. > >ian > > > >+-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ > +---+ 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 antipopconsortium at xxx.com Sun Mar 9 19:51:55 2003 From: antipopconsortium at xxx.com (Kieran Devaney) Date: Sun, 09 Mar 2003 19:51:55 +0000 Subject: Sinister: das schweigen von marcel duchamp wird uberwertet Message-ID: Outside Virgin Records in Sheffield City Centre seems to be the kids� new meeting place. Shooed from the steps of the City Hall by the police they gather there now in loose bunches, all hugs and skateboards and hooded tops they clamour and languish - a big middle finger to the uninterested shoppers. Often I�ve thought about taking their picture and taking it back home to Birmingham to show to the sk8er kids there who hang around the town hall steps. I think everywhere has them; hordes of the disenfranchised all stuck swearing at the dismal March skies. Often I�ve thought about taking their picture, as I say, but never more so than on Monday � I was walking past Virgin Records, a troupe of them there draped variously over one of the benches, grinning, one of them, more a postcard punk type than nu-metaller, replete with tartan trousers and a Mohawk (I�m seeing more and more of those at the moment), pulled up the sleeve of his tatty leather jacket. My eyes, and the eyes of his friends were immediately drawn to the five or six inch or so long cuts running horizontally across his arms, he kept grinning, seemed proud even � eyes agog, the girl sitting right next to him on the bench looked horrified, the scarred arm directly in front of her she turned her gaze up to him but didn�t say anything. What on Earth could you say to that anyway? A bit later I walked past them again on the way back from wherever it is I had been going (I can�t rightly recall myself) and they were laughing away in mock combat, as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened at all. This post, by the way, is dedicated to people who are on the list but have never posted, or those who post once after they�ve just gotten out of the nursery � something along the lines of �Hi I�m Keith from Stourbridge, I�ve just been given a voice, am very nervous, well bye! Oh p.s. I love Belle and Sebastian!� and are never heard from again, and to those who post once every six months or so saying something like �I only post every six months � so I�ll see you again in six months�. This post is for all of you. I don�t mean to sound disdainful here at all, though I can see how it could be interpreted like that, but that�s not my intention at all. I�m going to tell you a bit about my day yesterday then, it was quiet for a Saturday, you know how it is sometimes. I went out with the intention of changing my train tickets for next Wednesday to the following Friday instead. The station was pretty empty by the time I arrived, and everyone inside mysteriously dry which contrasted pleasantly with my dripping wet � you might say that everyone else took umbrellas out with them, or had hoods, I can�t help it if my hood doesn�t fit properly. I�m starting to like Sheffield station more and more, part of the reason I went out was to mooch about there for a bit and sort of try to take in the ebb and flow of people � it�s nice to think that they�ve got somewhere to get to, perhaps even somewhere important, perhaps even somewhere crucial. The trip wasn�t a success though, the station was mostly empty, perhaps the rain had kept people in, reigned them in you might say, but luckily that meant I didn�t have to queue. Unluckily I couldn�t change the tickets, apparently you have to do that seven days in advance of travelling � I protested weakly saying that it is seven days � Saturday, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, putting up a finger for each day, but the ticket lady was having none of it. I might still stay until Friday though, all the cool kids are fleecing British Rail nowadays aren�t they? There�s a poster about it and everything. Apparently when Richard Ashcroft left The Verve, or disbanded them or whatever it was he took to jumping fares on trains for a time because he couldn�t feel grounded anywhere � I read that somewhere. It�s a pity his music isn�t up to much really, because that�s a nice thought � hard to imagine Ashcroft as a sort of nu-Kerouac though, isn�t it? A new psuedo-intellectual horizon with each actual one. Or maybe not so hard, there are certain similarities aren�t there? I think so. It�d be good if Richard did an album based on the life of Kerouac I think � he could call it �Big Slur�. Ha ha ha. I�ve been unfair to them both as well, haven�t I? Well never mind because there�s more � on the way up to the station there was yet another anti-war protest sort of doggedly taking place, if you can unite everyone under your banner even given the persistent rain then it might give even more impetus and solidarity to your protest, but it seemed the Sheffield coalition couldn�t quite manage that. There were a few soggy hardcorists sticking at it, standing right next to the Big Issue seller with his dreary monotone voice, perhaps he deserves a bit more sympathy himself, not in a �we should be looking after our own� way, nothing as crass as that but given the proliferation of all this gushing support for the anti war movement, perhaps it�s time for the �proper� left (imagine those scare quotes much, much bigger, I�m not sure how to change the font size mid-flow at the moment) to take a step back and wonder quite what its motives are now. I�ve almost forgotten myself. Are those brave souls who help up their Daily Mirror placards in London a few weeks ago on the same side as the people who�ve been on about Iraq and oil and whatever else for years now? That�s not meant to be a loaded question, nor one which is derogatory to either side really, but this is again maybe where binary breaks down. Only 10 types of people. Ha. I wanted to get a photo of those bedraggled protesters because I thought they looked a bit removed from whatever the popular face of this protest has become, so I went off up to Boots and bought a film, but by the time I got back they had dissipated, leaving the Big Issue seller more or less on his own again, lethargically intoning the same laconic phrases over and over and over, like the locked groove at the end of Metal Machine Music. It�s probably something of a clich� in certain circles, but wouldn�t it be great to have that played at your funeral, side four of MMM? Imagine everyone filing out the church as that same loop churned on and on, the faint play of the sun through stained-glass windows yet further fragmented through black lace. That�d be lovely. Thinking a bit more about John Cage too, I wanted to share this poem with you, it�s called �Opening the Cage�: 14 variations on 14 words I have nothing to say and I am saying it and that is poetry. John Cage I have to say poetry and is that nothing and am I saying it I am and I have poetry to say and is that nothing saying it I am nothing and I have poetry to say and that is saying it I that am saying poetry have nothing and it is I and to say And I say that I am to have poetry and saying it is nothing I am poetry and nothing and saying it is to say that I have To have nothing is poetry and I am saying that and I say it Poetry is saying I have nothing and I am to say that and it Saying nothing I am poetry and I have to say that and it is It is and I am and I have poetry saying say that to nothing It is saying poetry to nothing and I say I have and am that Poetry is saying I have it and I am nothing and to say that And that nothing is poetry I am saying and I have to say it Saying poetry is nothing and to that I say I am and have it It�s very apt I think. It makes me wonder though, stuff like that and maybe John Barth as well � my old English teacher said more than once that he preferred poems that sounded great when spoken aloud, full of bombast I suppose � he was referring specifically to Tennyson�s �The Revenge� and WH Auden�s �As I Walked Out One Evening� as I recall. But which is more satisfying, laughing at the lit-crit jokes and digs in John Barth or your voice cracking, plein d�emotion, as you soar through a reading of �Lines Written above Tintern Abbey�? And what of Barth�s love for �Don Quixote� �The Odyssey� et al, not to mention that the most straight-down-the-line bits of his are easily among his best, and what of Cage�s love for the didacticism of Thoreau? As Cage himself puts it � �Which is more musical, the sound of a truck passing a music school or the sound of a truck passing a factory?� Today was another lovely day though, it�s so nice to be able to get up late and still feel like you�ve done a whole days worth of stuff. Talk of spring being in the air was a bit deflated after yesterday�s downpour, but it was back in style today and with a blustery vengeance. Though as I write this there are a few streaks of rain forming against my window. Alas. Better now than earlier on though I suppose. I went for another long, aimless walk, I�ve worked out the routes that all but ensure I wont meet anyone I know � it�s better that way. Today�s one took me down to the park and along the river � I wondered vaguely if it�s the same river that Jarvis Cocker talks about in that song off�ve �We Love Life� I forget the name now (is it �Wickerman�?), the long one in the middle of the record anyway � I expect it isn�t the same river, but you never know do you? I�m sure I�ve been past that particular river, the one in the song, just down the road from The Leadmill, which he mentions in the song as well, but I don�t know if that�s the same one I walked beside today. It�s good to be able to place these things, you know? I remember a few years back when I bought Plone�s �For Beginner Piano� (from what I gather Plone have taken something of a permanent hiatus from making music, a bit like Pulp you might say, which is a real shame I think) and put it on my walkman on the bus home � the first tune on the record is called �On My Bus� and Plone are from Birmingham you see, just like I am. So there I was, on a bus, listening to a tune called �On My Bus� � and who knows, it might even have been written about the very same bus route that I was on. It seemed like an appropriate soundtrack, though perhaps I only thought that because of the context, probably a bit of both. I like the idea of laptoptronica being a sort of new folk music, I forget whose idea it is, probably a lot of people�s, it�s a good idea, and Plone are, or were, a bit like that. Maybe it�s hard to imagine them as the musical accompaniment to the industrial heartlands of Birmingham, to rows of houses with doors that step right out onto the pavement, but they seem entirely appropriate as a reaction to those pre-fab units that seem to spring up in about five minutes, their flimsiness and brute ugliness. It�s such a shame that no one bothers building those lovely factories anymore, the sort that would have �Kieran Devaney and sons� or whoever the owner was, incorporated somewhere into the brickwork � who wouldn�t want their name enshrined like that? So many of those buildings are sitting unused, which is a shame. Unsafe I suppose though. Attention to that kind of detail is important though I think. Plone understand that, but they also know that sometimes it�s ok if the details get overlooked in the great grand gush of pop music. - Kieran _________________________________________________________________ Stay in touch with absent friends - get MSN Messenger http://messenger.msn.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 brianraindogs at xxx.com Mon Mar 10 09:57:33 2003 From: brianraindogs at xxx.com (Brian McNeill) Date: Mon, 10 Mar 2003 09:57:33 +0000 Subject: Sinister: No Mean City. . . Message-ID: So I attended my 1st Winchester Club On Friday and had a braw time. So thanks to Juce and ally & co, ya done a fine job! Glasgow is apparently the safest city in the UKto live in. . . Well, after 5 murders at the weekend I'm not so sure. In fact what's your alibi Matt from Mobile?! (He just looks the type to me ;) All that and the water tower here in Drumchapel was all lit up on Thursday in psychedelic colours. (Great move, I mean bugger Crptosuridium, we will give ya something nice to look at as yer ill. Something to ponder as yer arse resembles a well chewed orange. And the fitba, well. . . cheers brian _________________________________________________________________ Worried what your kids see online? Protect them better with MSN 8 http://join.msn.com/?page=features/parental&pgmarket=en-gb&XAPID=186&DI=1059 +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 Mon Mar 10 13:51:38 2003 From: stoutrobin at xxx.com (robin stout) Date: Mon, 10 Mar 2003 13:51:38 +0000 Subject: Sinister: It's all all right Message-ID: So I was thinking, you know, about this and that, and I decided that I don't know much about anything. I've always wanted to know about the stars and the planets and the shape of the universe. I knew a man once who was a proper genius and he could tell you the weight of Saturn and the names of the phases of the moon. I wish I could do that. If you were to go for a walk with me under a deep blue star speckled sky, and if I were feeling in an especially romantic mood, we might have a conversation that went like this: Me: Oh look, up in the sky, it's Orion, can you see? You: You mean where those three stars are in a row? Me: Yes, that's right, those are his belt. Over there's the Plough: the one that looks like a saucepan. You: Oh, yes I see. It's not much like a plough is it? Me: No. "The saucepan" would be much better, but I don't suppose the Greeks had those when they named them. They were all eating roast boar, I imagine, and didn't care much for boiled potatoes. You: What's that one up there? It looks like a teapot. Me: Erm, I don't know. That one down there, though, is Orion's dog, erm, Dennis. You: (dubiously) Oh. What's that funny squareish one over there? It looks a bit like a plastic bag. Me: I don't know. You: It's really big, though. Me: Yes, well, erm.. Oh look! Over there! A hegehog! I'd end up being exposed, as usual, for the know-nothing sausage-brain I really am. The same could be said on the subject of books. I love books. I love their pages and their smell. I like to run my fingers down their spines. I like the way letters and words form faces and patterns, ripples on a sand dune, cracks in a cellar wall. But I wouldn't say I know much about books. I don't read enough. I spent last Wednesday night laughing about the same joke on the same page, without turning over. An attitude like that will get me nowhere. Don't ask me about music, either. My cd collection almost reaches the roof and is in danger of toppling and burying me, but I couldn't tell you who they sound like, or who plays the drums on this one or that. At a pub quiz you may as well send me off to the bar when it's the music round. Now my record player, I understand that. A needle and a spinning groove. Take it all apart and put it back together with superglue. I can cope with that, but it's not much use to anyone else. So what got me thinking about all these things was a conversation I had in a pub in Nottingham with a Dirty Vicar who had earlier been DJing some truly uncompromising sounds. He'd been drinking a bit and his dog-collar had slipped a little, but seemed all together to be quite a top fella and far more with it than I was. He asked me about Sinister. "Oh look!" I said, "Over there! A hedgehog! A hog in a hedge!". But it didn't fool him and he asked me again. I had to confess I didn't know much. I mean, I met the Pinefox once, but I couldn't understand what he said. I'm no expert on anything. I told him about this and that, about that and this, but i couldn't tell him much and think i probably made a lot of it up. I felt a bit of a fraud. But then, it occurred to me this morning that no one is an expert on these things. It's not just me. And there's nothing to really be an expert on. I mean, all you need to know is right there in your inbox, isn't it? I've just come off the phone after booking a ticket for the B+S/Delgados gig in May. The man I spoke to was quite scary, but the hold music they played helped to calm me down. I guess I'll see lots of you there, including, with a bit of luck, Paulo, who is my new favourite sinister person ever. I'm also hoping to hop over to Edinburgh for a bit, killing two birds with the same jet engine, so to speak, so i'll prolly see some of you edinburgh types too, with a bit of luck. auf wiedersehn r o b i n x [ by express delivery : http://www.superatomic.co.uk/blog ] _________________________________________________________________ Stay in touch with absent friends - get MSN Messenger http://messenger.msn.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 a.s.t.r.i.d at xxx.com Mon Mar 10 16:54:39 2003 From: a.s.t.r.i.d at xxx.com (a.s.t.r.i.d at xxx.com) Date: Mon, 10 Mar 2003 16:54:39 0 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: Tiny Sparks Message-ID: <20030310165440.20303.h010.c000.wm@mail.nme.com.criticalpath.net> Ey Sinister, How are you all doing? Good I hope. School is treating me good right now, we ARE doing geomentry which I suck at, but what the hell! I get to spend nine weeks on doing an essay about Swedihs literature history during the 20th century (well you had to do about something in Swedish history during the 20th century, so I only came up with the literature-thingy). We're going to record in a studio soon for my aesthetics class (which quite obviously is music). I wish I could take arts too though. Ah. Today someone said I looked like I lost weight. I like to believe that, even though I ate so much chocolate today that I deserve to burn in hell or something. I mean, the second stock of chocolate I bought today was because I got an instantcrush on a boy walking home from the bus and then I had to go in the very small shop and he was picking out sweets so I bought some chocolate. Oh well. I might as well eat it. Hehe. A shout out to my people: Francisco, Miss Alex, Ken Chu (just to get popular with him, haha). I keep having nightmares where my mother walks out on me, or gets angry with me. I'm only 16, I shouldn't have those dreams. Hmmm. But I also dreamt I was wearing white leggings with red cherries on them so maybe I should just ignore them. On friday I'm going skiing for the day in a place called Romme, with my school. Hurrah! it's always so much fun. Watch out in the slope for me. I will fall into a lot of people, as usual. Take care, love n pancaces Astrid x ______________________________________________________________ For up-to-the-minute music news, reviews and specials visit http://www.nme.com Get free e-mail (anyname at nme.com) now at http://www.nmemail.com The sender of this e-mail is NOT an employee or associate of NME, nme.com or any other IPC magazine. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 competitionsmile at xxx.com Mon Mar 10 19:59:25 2003 From: competitionsmile at xxx.com (Christine Irene) Date: Mon, 10 Mar 2003 11:59:25 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: whatever i do it's never enough Message-ID: <20030310195925.70551.qmail@web40601.mail.yahoo.com> hi everyone. i am coming off of one mutha of a crazy weekend. i jetted off to dublin at the invitation of gavin friday. we stopped by the brazen head to share a pint with some friends of his. then daniel lanois approached me and asked that i co-produce the new U2 album with he and Brian Eno. ok, that so did not happen. actually i went out for stuffed french toast with my friend katie. then i stayed round the house rolling around on my tummy ball and watching movies. i watched, in no particular order >From a Whisper to a Scream: The History of Irish Music An Affair to Remember (which always makes me bawl my eyes out) Never Been Kissed ( I love this movie) Pygmalion Written in the Wind Sleepless in Seattle Tom and Jerry: The best cat and mouse moments Office Space (I believe you have my stapler) If you haven't seen this movie, GO NOW!!!! you can find it at most video shoppes to rent or you can buy it for about $15. Cabaret The Secret Garden Jaysus, what a pathetic weekend. In my defense, I was sick. I didn't even go to my Amnesty International meeting last night. :o( I also came to a conclusion this weekend. I spent a lot of time in my head, milling around thoughts and trying to reach some sort of conclusion about the direction my life is headed in. I *think* i have decided that, in order to get out of all of my medical financial woes, i must declare bankruptcy. for the past 9 months i have been trying to get my medical bill paid down, trying to get caught up/ahead on the credit card bills that fell behind due to buying meds and the like. i have gotten nowhere. i send all of this money out each month, and find myself in more trouble than i was in before. it's funny how things happen. this time last year, i had immaculate credit. not a single blemish. if someone would have come up to me and said "by march of next year, you will be totally destitute and will have crushed your entire financial being" i would have laughed directly in their face and said "no way hose b! i am really responsible, really careful. that would NEVER happen to me!" i suppose its one of those never say never things. i am sort of relieved about this though. i mean, a couple of years from now, my credit will be perfect again. i can buy a house. go to ireland and england. plus, the absent the weight of financial stress, i'll probably feel better physically. whatever i need to tell myself. i still feel like an absolute failure. i mean, i am more than reasonably intelligent. i was in mensa for christ sake. at least i can take pride in knowing that i am really good at fucking my life up. anyway. enough of that. time to go and put the little 'un down for a nap. hi to eoin, whose name i can pronounce correctly thank you very much. and to sean :o) ....no one ever said the luck o' the irish was good... ~stine __________________________________________________ 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 mess_up_my_hair at xxx.com Tue Mar 11 12:31:10 2003 From: mess_up_my_hair at xxx.com (Alex Goffey) Date: Tue, 11 Mar 2003 22:31:10 +1000 Subject: Sinister: concepts Message-ID: Hi Sinister! ...she wears denim wherever she goes... I'm wearing denim now, and I was wearing denim last night when I went to see Teenage Fanclub. My first time seeing them and oh, it was magical! I'm sorry, I know this isn't a Teenage Fanclub list but oh, they were great. I never knew four middle-aged Scottish men could be so captivating, and of course sing the best harmonies ever. Hearing 'Sparky's Dream' played live has once again made my life complete. Oh, the taxi driver on the way home thought I was 22, very weird. ...says she's gonna get some records by the Status Quo... OK, well that's not the case, but I nearly bought a Beach Boys greatest hits on vinyl for $2 today. I bought Camera Obscura a couple of weeks off Sinister recommendations and I love it to bits. So I'm probably right behind the times on this but the strings on 'Eighties Fan' are so B&S to me. So very pretty! I am going to have to end up buying the Polyphonic Spree record soon, too, because I just found out that they are playing Roskilde this year wahoo! In three and a half months I'll be jaunting around Denmark and Sweden and London, no doubt causing havoc and whatnot and blowing whatever small amount of money I have. It'll be the best time, though and I can't wait. I am watching The Office. David Brent is so infuriating! xox Alex ========================================= The best looking boys are taken The best looking girls are staying inside http://www.geocities.com/veruca_salt_97/ http://darlingalex.diaryland.com/ _________________________________________________________________ Hotmail now available on Australian mobile phones. Go to http://ninemsn.com.au/mobilecentral/hotmail_mobile.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 jordiet at xxx.com Tue Mar 11 14:53:10 2003 From: jordiet at xxx.com (Jordi Trenzano) Date: Tue, 11 Mar 2003 06:53:10 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: That festival in Barcelona Message-ID: <20030311145311.2875.h014.c000.wm@mail.nme.com.criticalpath.net> Hi hi It's been ages since I haven't posted to the list. And i've been subscribed since.....autumn of 1998....oh time..... Well, for those of you who don't know me, i'm just a boy, a tall freak aged 24 (from Barcelona who will not repeat some of the illustrated nonsense that I once posted to this list. I run a B&S mailing list (since autumn 2000....oh time....) that may cause some headaches for those of you who like the quiet and peaceful tone of sinister, as we have tons of messages about lots of different topics. If you fancy practicing your spanish, come and have a look . If you're subscribed to yahoogroups, that's it. http://es.groups.yahoo.com/group/segundosdeluz/ I was referred on that list some weeks ago by the lovely miss Elenita 99, who I will have the pleasure of meeting again (after more than 2 years....oh time) at the primavera sound festival . For those of you who want to know more about the festival, let me give you the confirmed line up. If you find some names (like Tokyo Sex Destruction) on this list, that is probably because they belong to spanish bands. The confirmed line-up: 2 many DJ´s Adam Beyer Adam Green Arab Strap Audience Baxter Dury Beef Belle & Sebastian Console Definitive Jux Live featuring EL-P, Mr.Lif & RJD2 DMX Krew Ellen Allien Erol Alkan The Folk Implosion The Future Bible Heroes The Go-Betweens Gold Chains Grupo Salvaje I am Kloot Ikara Colt John Parish Julian Cope L'Altra Le Hammond Inferno Märtini Brös Mary Gauthier Michael Mayer Migala Mogwai The Montgolfier Brothers Nacho Vegas Roni Size & MC Dynamite DJ Rupture Scratch Perverts Soledad Brothers Sonic Youth Standstill The Streets Super Collider Teenage Fanclub Television Thalia Zedek Tocotronic Tokyo Sex Destruction Umek The White Stripes Yo la Tengo ---- The festival takes place in Barcelona on the weekend of may 23/24. B&S are playing on the 23. Tickets cost 62 euros, and their website is www.primaverasound.com They claim to have 25 more bands yet to announce. For those of you who want to get more info or a place to stay (only for girls, that's it :P) e-mail me privately. Or if you want to join me on the search for mr.Peter Miller. Anyway, i'm leaving. Cheers Jordi ______________________________________________________________ For up-to-the-minute music news, reviews and specials visit http://www.nme.com Get free e-mail (anyname at nme.com) now at http://www.nmemail.com The sender of this e-mail is NOT an employee or associate of NME, nme.com or any other IPC magazine. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 Tue Mar 11 16:43:43 2003 From: antipopconsortium at xxx.com (Kieran Devaney) Date: Tue, 11 Mar 2003 16:43:43 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Ackers Trust Message-ID: On the way up to my room after dinner yesterday, just getting out of the lift, I perceived from outside the door to the main corridor that someone was playing music at an unnecessarily loud volume. Not big news really, and in the short space between the lift doors and the corridor all I discerned of said music was a loping beat and a similarly undulating bassline. On autopilot, my thought pattern immediately switched to distaste �What rubbish have they got on now?� I thunk, or words to that effect. On opening the door I was able to properly hear the track, the woozy synth line that I could now hear over the top of the aforementioned components made the whole thing naggingly familiar � this, however didn�t alter my judgement on the tune one jot, after all, they�re often blasting out things I�ve heard before. It wasn�t until I�d gotten all the way down the corridor, found my keys, opened my door and sat down inside my room that I recognised the song. It was in fact �Aquarius� by popular beat-combo Boards of Canada (it�s the song with the counting sample and the guy saying �orange!� over and over), a group which I would purport to be a fan of � not a huge fan, but I do like the album on which that song appears a fair bit, in fact I�d been listening to it just a couple of days previously. Incidentally at this juncture it�s worth pointing out (not in a show-offy way, but if you�re impressed then feel free to be, I don�t mind) that I recognised the Boards of Canada track which they flogged to Mercedes (I think) on that advert almost straight away, ditto when they�ve been the background music on various BBC trailers for shows I�ve been able to spot them behind whatever dialogue is going on over the top � so why then was I unable to spot possibly their best known tune for a good minute and a half while it was playing at top volume just outside where I live? It�s a tricky one, and reconstructing the situation without making me look bad is yet more tricky. See, it sort of goes like this � I get out of the lift and hear music, music that loud equals irritation, I become vaguely irritated. That�s the easy part. The more problematic part is my judgement of what I hear and my immediate dismissal of it � it�s music being played by people I don�t like therefore I don�t like it. That sort of thinking, which is the sort I automatically employed is awful, terrible stuff, and the roots of all sorts of unsavoury consequences if followed through to its logical conclusion. That knee-jerk reaction was the one that clouded my judgement and rendered me unable to recognise a song that I like a lot, is very familiar to me, and which I�d played myself just a few days previously, and it�s quite a disturbing thought that my perception can be that easily changed. And not just that, but the idea that I�m still making aesthetic or even moral judgements about these people worries me too � what business is it of mine that they like a piece of music that I also like � ok they play a great deal of stuff that irks me, but I�m sure I play a lot of stuff that irks them also. Quite what they think of my petty retaliations at their Doors marathons or repeat plays of MC Hammer by turning up Fushitsusha or whatever just that bit too loud I really couldn�t say. The point is surely that my take on all this is outwardly �Their tastes are nothing to with me, so as long as they don�t impinge upon my freedom or privacy with them or try to force them on me then I have no right to complain� so I can take issue with how loud they were playing Boards of Canada, but the fact that I passed judgement, and passed it so quickly is in direct contrast to the above and indeed to my own tastes. I�ll have to be more careful in future, but it�s an important lesson anyway. That aside, today was most pleasant � one of the things I really like about Sheffield is that because I don�t know it all that well, or I only know a tiny bit of it well, there are still huge swathes of ground that I�m unfamiliar with, it�s so nice to be able to just wander without any particular destination in mind in a new place. And round here there are so many little avenues and side roads that you can quite quickly find yourself in a place that doesn�t have to be Sheffield anymore, that could be anywhere at all. That sense of escapism is important. Of course it�s nice too to be grounded, and to know exactly where every next turn is leading, to be able to go either way at a junction and still be able to get home in time for tea. That�s the kind of comfort I have at home I suppose. But that isn�t to say that discovering new things isn�t possible on familiar ground, far from it, there�s always a new level of detail to be uncovered, or a new perspective you�ve not thought about yet. When I went home for Christmas for example, riding about a bit on the number 97 bus, which I used to get usually twice every day when I went to school, I was shocked at how little had actually stuck in my memory � I think by last year I sort of assumed that so much had I seen those same landmarks and rows of houses and shops and stuff that my eye was fixed on looking for marginalia, details, or else for novelty from people on the street outside or on the bus. I hadn�t really been seeing the bigger picture, as it were. But after four months of absence those places that I expected to seem drearily familiar actually seemed comforting, and interesting again, as though I had forgotten what attracted me to them in the first place, so eager had I been to look past that. Wood for the trees I guess. Well I talked about Plone the other day, annoyingly I have left their record at home and thus can�t listen to them at all, but more importantly I went on about headphones and listening on the bus to them. And I was thinking about this a bit, and I suppose it�s a sort of post-Cageian idea, but I�ve really gone off the idea of wearing a walkman anywhere, for fear of missing something. It�s great fun walking around with something like Merzbow on your headphones (I did this a couple of times through Birmingham City Centre), where everything sort of turns into this big deflating miasma, the bob of heads becomes shreds of sculpted noise � everything is sound. But lately I wonder if this is the right way to look at things, it�s a bit like those awful jokes about lonely hearts columns (the ones that say stuff like ��Cuddly� = Obese�) when the real columns themselves are much funnier and more interesting, why have noise music as the soundtrack to your catastrophe when the real sounds are potentially more unpredictable and more musical, and less musical and more interesting and less interesting than any record all at the same time if you�re listening hard enough. I mean, Walkman (Walkmen?) are fine and all, and I suppose nothing else can really approximate that completely private and internal listening experience and, as I say, they can alter your perception of your surroundings in novel ways but it kind of irritates me when I see people with headphones on all the time. What happens if our private soundtracks become the norm? It worries me. Fantastic news for you though � If you know Sheffield at all you�ll probably have been past the University Arts Tower, which is a beautifully put together building I think, very stark. Anyway just as you walk up towards it, as I did today, on the right in the distance is a big hill, which isn�t all that unusual for the Peak District, but what has often puzzled me about this distant rise are the long white channels that run down it�s length at skewed angles, marking a strange, artificial contrast against the green and dark background of the rest of the hill. For a time I thought it might be some sort of building site, that was my assumption when I first saw it in September, that the big furrows were sand or something, part of a construction, but that didn�t really follow � what on earth would they be building so far out and so high up? Months passed and nothing seemed to be changing out there, no matter how hard I strained my eyes to look, so my original guess just couldn�t be correct. The winter months grew mistier and the nights drew in and my squiffy timetable meant that I was around the Arts Tower mostly when the distant peak was shrouded in fog or darkness, so much to my frustration I didn�t really have much opportunity to discern quite what that puzzling landmark could be. Perhaps if you saw it you�d get it straight away, and you�ll probably wince when I finally reveal what it is, but for a while it took on mythic status for me, the building idea, the best one I�d had up to that point kept returning with niggling regularity � I considered taking a bus out there, trying to find it on maps, but to no avail. I remember walking up there once and asking whoever it was I was with at the time, I forget who it was now, but I remember the non-committal shrug they gave, and the clipped, uninterested �Dunno�� � how could they just not care? How exasperating. The Christmas holidays loomed and I was no closer to discovering the truth, could it be some sort of message encoded into the very landscape? But a message to whom? And saying what? Disappointed, I left for home where the various distractions of the festive season and family and new years put the mysterious white channels in the hillside to the back of my mind. Returning in late January the conundrum once again presented itself to me � it just couldn�t be a building site, unless an abandoned one, the spark of my intrigue burst aflame once more, with yet more fervour even than I had mustered prior to Christmas I devoted time and energy to pursuing the truth. For whole minutes I would stand and stare at the hillside, poring over each detail. I was sure on clearer days that I could see movement in the channels, little languorous black blips steadily descending � people? Machines? I just couldn�t work it out. I consulted maps, but they were no help, I couldn�t properly place the location and every feature seemed nothing like what I could see. One day in February I determined to go out there, or at least get a better vantage point so that I could properly make out the strange markings, off I strode through unfamiliar territory, but I was soon lost and a sudden explosion of heavy rain forced me into retreat. Back in my room and soaked to the skin I dejectedly gave up my quest � that old Pynchonian They did not want me to find out, it was something important, critically important, but I couldn�t, just didn�t have the power to find out. That�s why I couldn�t find it on any maps, my friend�s disinterested shrug wasn�t that, but fear � he must�ve known. These things are often intuition. I resigned myself to ignorance, tried to avert my eyes when approaching the Arts Tower, tried to put it to the back of my mind. And I met with some success, though I couldn�t resist the occasional glance I managed to let other things occupy my mind, sometimes even traversing that road with nary a thought to my mysterious hill. I was doing well. And then today, lovely and fresh and clear as it was this morning I was walking up to the library, which is just next door to the Arts Tower and I couldn�t tear my eyes away, this was the best view I�d had of it for ages and as I slowly moved along, the pale sun glinting off the still damp tarmac and car windscreens, rows of people pushing past me in both directions, the murmer of conversation, the shrill wind and everything all dissipated as three small words entered my head, three words that held more satisfaction to me than whole volumes, whole libraries of carefully worked metaphor and silken phrase, rang sweeter and truer than whole vistas of melody I had worked out what the strange hill was, had discovered its well-kept secret. In three small words was captured the very kernel of all earthly gratification. And do you know what those three words are? I�ll tell you: Dry. Slope. Skiing. Whisper them. Oh and on the way downstairs to post this out of the window I saw the last glimpse of a rainbow disappear into the sky. - Kieran _________________________________________________________________ Stay in touch with absent friends - get MSN Messenger http://messenger.msn.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 S.Hewitt at xxx.uk Wed Mar 12 12:38:28 2003 From: S.Hewitt at xxx.uk (Hewitt, Stephen) Date: Wed, 12 Mar 2003 12:38:28 -0000 Subject: Sinister: Woah, neddy! Message-ID: Ello babies Blimey is it that time of year again? The cheltenham festival is upon us once a year, and unlike all those unsavoury music/book/theatre festivals this one gives you a chance to win POTS OF MONEY as it is a festival of HORSE RACING. Also it gives you a chance to lose pots of money, but there you go... In previous years I have (following andrew tracey's lead http://www.missprint.org/sinister/mhonarc/199903/msg00281.html) picked horses with appropriate sinister-related names and recommended them to the list, generally to NO USE at all. Then yesterday I picked FOUR WINNERS and a second in the first five races, so I have decided not to recommend any horses this year as this was clearly putting some sort of voodoo on me betting (NB I was doing a placepot so as my pick in the sixth race was a real actual three-legged donkey picking the first four winners effectively came to nought). And if it's cheltenham, then it must be almost time to book GLASTO tickets. We have had sini-meetups at the last two festivals (well last year was a meeting of the tribes really as it featured sinis, bowlies, ilx0rs, and various random others), and look there's even a little sub-list to join and everything: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/siniglasto/ And if it's almost time to book glasto tickets then it must be almost almost picnic season, yay!! Also, blimey, kieran used paragraphs ;) Where are my glasgow tickets? Everyone else seems to have theirs and I booked mine on the first day and everything... Like robin I am also intending to get over to embra at some point in my trip up north, but still working out details. Last night I went to see THE CHALETS who are GREBT and RAWK and everything. Did I dream someone asking if they have an album out and if not, was it here, or in another place? THE CHALETS, of course, feature an ex-sinisterine (Ms Paula Cullen BOOZE EXPLOSION), but this isn't the sole reason for their smashingness, and I think I agree with DV about them becoming rockier, but this not being a bad thing. Also also blimey! Old skool lurkers ahoy, eg, KADO, PEET, MAY, MIKKELSEN, NOH etc etc See you soon kids xoxo CarsmileSteve PS surely it's also time for some more sinister bowling action? +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 Wed Mar 12 13:54:42 2003 From: stoutrobin at xxx.com (robin stout) Date: Wed, 12 Mar 2003 13:54:42 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Woah, neddy! Message-ID: I wonder if Carsmile bet on Rhinestone Cowboy yesterday.. My money for the Queen Mother Champion Chase is on Flagship Uberalles, because when I saw it in the paper I thought it was called Flagship UMBRELLAS. He he! Now you can't get better advice than THAT. R x [ by express delivery : http://www.superatomic.co.uk/blog ] _________________________________________________________________ Stay in touch with MSN Messenger http://messenger.msn.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 R.Playforth at xxx.uk Wed Mar 12 14:01:48 2003 From: R.Playforth at xxx.uk (Rachel Playforth) Date: Wed, 12 Mar 2003 14:01:48 +0000 (GMT Standard Time) Subject: Sinister: bad habits Message-ID: Last night I was awoken by a terrible din outside my kitchen window. I at first assumed it was the small noisy baby who seems to be in some way related to my downstairs neighbour, out for a moonlight crawl in the garden. But unless it had grown wings and was vigorously beating them against the wall (and I wouldn't put it past it) this was something else. My next thought was 'bloody Ian', naturally. And it was, in a way. I opened the window and immediately a small nun flew in and collapsed on top of the toaster. At least, I thought it was a small nun, but on closer inspection it turned out to be a parrot in a nun's costume. Before I could say anything about this frankly peculiar get-up, let alone the late hour, the bird unleashed a stream of invective: "I've been out in this sodding garden for a week and a half now you dense muppet! I came here deliberately to see you, despite all the incredibly nasty things Ian said about you! And you've been pottering around in a bloody world of your own, washing up and making toast and stuff while I'm dancing on your windowsill in a freaking nun's habit, trying to get your attention! Why do I fucking bother, eh? Now make me some caviar and crackers and hurry up about it, halfwit." So I did. And then, still at the top of its rather ugly voice, the parrot declaimed: The High Achievers Educated in the Humanities, they headed for the City, their beliefs implicit in the eyes and arteries of each, and their sincerity displayed in notes, in smiles, in sheaves of decimal etcetera. Made, they counted themselves free. Those were the hours of self-belief, and the slow accolade of pieces clattering into a well. And then the shrug of powers, and the millions glutted where they fell toadstooling into culture. Who knows when they made their killings during that hot spell: flies or policemen? An infinity of animals began to thrive especially, as when the dull sea, sick with its fish, was turning them to men. Glyn Maxwell After that, the parrot and I had a cup of cocoa and went to bed, feeling a lot more comradely. In the morning I went out for more caviar and made scrambled eggs, then I put on some Go Betweens CDs**. But I didn't want him to get TOO cosy, so I gave him a rather rough bath (meanwhile burning the moldering nun's habit) and some cold tea with flies in it, by which time he was quite ready to be despatched across the atlantic to... ... MandeeMay our favourite quiet American, who may render even the Poetry Parrot speechless with her own talents. love Archel xxx ** 28th April, London Astoria! Don't forget! Maybe even mail me off list if you want to form a Sinister convoy. ****************** Visit www.buzzwords.ndo.co.uk for the best new writing on the web. Email submissions at buzzwords.ndo.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 blokefrombargainhunt at xxx.uk Wed Mar 12 16:04:31 2003 From: blokefrombargainhunt at xxx.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Matt=20Campbell?=) Date: Wed, 12 Mar 2003 16:04:31 +0000 (GMT) Subject: No subject Message-ID: <20030312160431.35480.qmail@web21109.mail.yahoo.com> Hello Sinister, All this gig and festival talk lately is really starting to depress me. I currently don't have a penny to my name and i'm trying to find my happy place any time the B&S/Delgados gig is mentioned. Not only that but glastonbury is fast approaching and the line up for that Barcelona festival is looking startingly good AND Ladytron are playing in town in a few weeks time. Ah well I think thats plenty moaning for one e-mail, i'll find someway to be there. One plus point of being skint though is my rediscovery of something that I had taken for granted for too long; daytime TV. To think that I disregarded even occasionally mocked what is now such a dear and close friend. Richard Whiteley, Richard and Judy and Dick Van Dyke I would like to thank you all for the joy and laughter you have provided for me in these past few weeks. I sometimes wish it was ok to be really rude. Example: I was in a bar the other day and passed by this guy who I just caught saying to his mate ".....but by the time we returned the boat had already burned to the ground." I really, really wanted to blatently listen to his conversation but after a moments hesitation my good conciense managed to drag me over to where i was originally going. Ever since i've been wishing I heard more. Next time i hear something interesting i'm going to fight common decency and listen in, maybe even add to the conversation. Goodbye Matt xx __________________________________________________ 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 boyincorduroy at xxx.com Wed Mar 12 21:35:43 2003 From: boyincorduroy at xxx.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mark=20Casarotto?=) Date: Wed, 12 Mar 2003 21:35:43 +0000 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: Cobham 0 - 5 AFC Wimbledon In-Reply-To: <200303081407.OAA27282@missprint.org> Message-ID: <20030312213543.15544.qmail@web10405.mail.yahoo.com> Gah. Dear Sinister, READ THE FAQ. Even you, Peter Miller, Stuart Gardiner and the other much-beloved dinosaurs. It's amazing how easy it is to forget how things are meant to work on this list. I apologise for being snarky in my last post, but I was not being rude without reason. Sinister is about looking out for each other, and occasionally that means pointing people back in the right direction if they head off the right track. I know it seldom requires the "nasty cop" routine (see apology above), but I'm approaching my 6th year on the list, and I have a fair idea what goes and what doesn't, even if the latter is sometimes me. What certainly doesn't is insulting someone by arbitrarily comparing them to a group of people they have nothing in common with and have never met. Joanne, I'd sort out that chip on your shoulder, it's unbecoming and it's dripping grease down your front. I notice on my Yahoo account that there is the opportunity to send money with this email. If I did so, would you have to share it amongst yourselves or would all 1,400 of you reap a separate windfall? In other news, I'm back in the USA. I like it here. Denver's glorious spring sunshine has already turned my pate a shade of uncommon pink, and the somehow-much-better-than-in-the-UK Dr Pepper is regulatin' muh bowels splendidly, especially when augmented with vanilla. I have watched my first ever game of lacrosse, too, cheering as the victorious Denver University Pioneers crushed the hapless Bisons (I didn't get where they were from) 11-8. Go Pioneers! I am even contemplating getting a DU hooded top. Is that so wrong? I also met some old-skool sinisterines in New York City on my way. They rock, a lot, and I owe two of them in particular a big thank you. And I've now seen snow in NY. A major desire in my yank-culture list of must-dos can now be crossed off. Standing at Somerville, NJ train station the other day I saw a pool of vomit. As everyone knows, vomit must obligatorily contain pieces of carrot, regardless of the diet of the vomitor. Not this puddle. Framed attractively in the centra was AN ENTIRE, LARGE CARROT. It's a crazy, crazy world. DV, how was the better, more nicer and fun B&S list meet-up? I hope there'll be a full report. Signing off, your man in CO, Mark xxxxx __________________________________________________ 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 pykachu100 at xxx.com Thu Mar 13 01:07:36 2003 From: pykachu100 at xxx.com (Kenneth P Y Chu) Date: Thu, 13 Mar 2003 01:07:36 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Don't leave the laser on stun baby Message-ID: I can either be a miserable old git or be fun, and I like F!U!N!, so I'm going to post about FUN things today! ------------------------------------ KIERAN DEVANEY EMAIL READER! Had problems reading Kieran's excellent emails due to lack of Paragraph Breaks? Look no further! Try the KIERAN DEVANEY EMAIL READING AID! http://redbulldozers.8bit.co.uk/readaid.html Copy and Paste in an email and click on "Transform..."!! Wow. Give it a try yourself! It's endorsed by Mr Kieran himself! ------------------------------------ WORLD DOMINATION So, what fun have I had recently! I kinda have to scrape the barrel a little bit because I haven't been going out too often. I enjoyed several fun games of RISK lately with my flatmates, and I think I'm getting pretty good at it! I even won a game the other night, all I have to say is, George Bush's pre-emptive striking technique worked a treat in three turns I have managed World Domination. ------------------------------------ GEEKARAMA And my geek adventure continues! not only have I bought a new computer and has been playing with it muchos, I have now NETWORKED the old computer with the new computer, and now they are NETWORKED, and regularly have cocktail parties with each other and talk about investments. And then! I found the best website in the world!! FLASH FLASH REVOLUTION!!!! http://www.ffrserver2.com/indexwrap.html ------------------------------------ CARSMILE STEVE Wants to go bowling, next email will have the DETAILS of the BOWLING EVEN THAT IS COMING UP SOON! (probably 5th April!) Watch this space | | \|/ v _________ | | | | | | |_________| Okay you can stop watching now. (until the next post) Ken p.s.: Thank fuck for that! etc. _________________________________________________________________ MSN Messenger - fast, easy and FREE! http://messenger.msn.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 stephanowic at xxx.it Thu Mar 13 10:05:41 2003 From: stephanowic at xxx.it (=?iso-8859-1?Q?Stefano_[Steady-State]?=) Date: Thu, 13 Mar 2003 11:05:41 +0100 Subject: Sinister: =?iso-8859-1?Q?Reaching_Primrose_Hill._A_Sinister_Ink_Polaroid.?= Message-ID: We were walking quietly over the path which would have lead us to the top of the hill. Passing by a series of pastel colour painted houses, I see a bright light shining in the eyes. She turned at me and said the day she will win the lottery we would have moved and stayed in one of those houses. then she pointed her finger to an coloured in indigo. In that there would be room for everyone we love, she added. I think we stopped walking and stood for a single second, looking at the Victorian buildings, immersed by the mild and soft spring sun. She smiled and we were back on our way. I just wished I would have believed that all that was going to happen, the mush she did. I’ll buy a lottery ticket today. Take care. Your, Stefano ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I'll be careful when I drive 'cause I want to see her once before I die. ONQ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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.Hewitt at xxx.uk Thu Mar 13 11:17:09 2003 From: S.Hewitt at xxx.uk (Hewitt, Stephen) Date: Thu, 13 Mar 2003 11:17:09 -0000 Subject: Sinister: Change of heart on the horsies Message-ID: Ok, so yesterday I said: I have decided not to recommend any horses this year as this was clearly putting some sort of voodoo on me betting HOWEVER, that was before I saw today's runner and riders and there was no way I could not... 2.00 KEN'S DREAM (no really) 2.35 Deano's Beano 3.15 (ie the BIG ONE, the gold cup) Best Mate Ken's Dream seems to be a 50-1 shot, and could well be beaten by Red Wine (the second favourite), so no change there then :) Got to have deano as well (no mention of hairy caves however...) and, after all, yer all me besht mates :) Looking at the odds in the morning papers if you did an acculumator on these three and they all won you would win about £1500 from a £1 stake, which is nice... Will this do Lucy? xoxo Steve +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 brianraindogs at xxx.com Thu Mar 13 13:56:55 2003 From: brianraindogs at xxx.com (Brian McNeill) Date: Thu, 13 Mar 2003 13:56:55 +0000 Subject: Sinister: riffed out! Message-ID: Can anyone provide me with a cd-r of the Thrum album 'Rifferama' featuring the lovely monica queen. As my Lp has bit teh dust and It's deleted now. i shall provide the bLANKS AND POSTAGE THANKS BRIAN _________________________________________________________________ Use MSN Messenger to send music and pics to your friends http://messenger.msn.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 antipopconsortium at xxx.com Fri Mar 14 00:25:11 2003 From: antipopconsortium at xxx.com (Kieran Devaney) Date: Fri, 14 Mar 2003 00:25:11 +0000 Subject: Sinister: getting what you want is a positive result Message-ID: Yesterday I was walking from the Arts Tower after a seminar and I asked the person I was with if she knew what the dry slope skiing place was, obviously I didn�t phrase the question quite like that, that would be silly. But remember how long and arduous was my search to find out quite what that place was? I wrote about it earlier. Well she turned and looked at the hill and said �Oh, you mean the ski village?�. I was, like, so annoyed. It was a good seminar though - choice quote from one of the students went like this �Getting what you want is a positive result, but a positive result is not always getting what you want.� which I, naturally, found hilarious, though my giggling was caught short by the fact that no one else got the joke at all. Philistines. I want that quote on a tee shirt though, it encapsulates a great deal of my world view. Of course I�m sure what he said made perfect or near-perfect sense in his mind, I can hardly comment myself - how often have I rattled off some sentence which, at my end at least, is articulate, insightful and well constructed, only to have it meet with blank looks? Quite often. Trains are great. I can�t imagine spending the whole train journey stuck in the toilets with five other people, dreading every little bleep of the PA or shuffle outside the door. You just miss too much. It�s a shame. It�s so nice to be able to sit there and watch things unfold - distant fields pooled in sunlight through gaps in the clouds and the corpses of trees punctuating fields. And the architecture - the skewiff spire on Chesterfield Cathedral, the pre-packed non-buildings with mirror windows and rows and rows of identical cars in the carparks. Mondeos. My dad just bought a mondeo, our old car was cream-crackered so he bought that to replace it. He loves it. He�s selling our old red fiesta which wont pass its MOT in the bargain pages on Friday, only cheap if you�re interested, it�s the welding that�ll cost he says, so if you could do that yourself you�ll be in for a bargain - four good tyres and a newish battery on it. On the way back into Birmingham you go through a place called Castle Vale, or you do on the way back from Sheffield anyway, and as we passed through there, through the pillars holding up the road I could see the place where I used to have hockey training two years or so ago, and since it was a Wednesday afternoon, the people training there would have to have been people from my old school. Imagine those poor souls, out there on the sandy Astroturf (and hey, Astroturf is a proper noun now!), freezing hands, blunted as their sticks. I don�t think even I can properly appreciate how glad I was to give up hockey when I got the chance. But it was good to see that I suppose. You know I�d love to tell you more about being made to play hockey when I was fifteen, how I asked the PE teacher if I could quit because I wasn�t any good and I hated it and then next year he put me in the school team! My school had a history of losing hockey matches. Not deliberately though. I used to avoid the ball, there was an art to that, it was noble in a way, I was making a comment. A couple of people posted about chess the other day, I much prefer chess to hockey - the competitive element never really bothered me, it occurs to me that much of life has that to it, your average conversation has those undertones. When I was in the cubs I won the district chess championship once, and then got hammered in the counties, that�s what things were like. I got to keep the trophy for a whole year which was good, we had it on the dresser in the living room. Chess is great. A bit of a moral tale for you now, just the other day the University English Department saw fit to hand out leaflets to all the students about the dangers and moral implications of plagiarism, how bad it is and how bad it will be for you if you get caught at it. Usually I don�t take much notice of these things but the text was worded in such a way that it hinted towards an �and worst of all you�ll be cheating *yourself*� conclusion, though wasn�t quite ungainly enough to use that particular phraseology, which made me think about back when I was in year nine at school and we were studying Shakespeare�s Julius Caesar for our SATS (to American�s reading this English SATS are, from my rudimentary knowledge of the American educational system quite different from the ones which you will be familiar with, I wont go into detail here though, there are bound to be websites). SATS at the time were a relatively new proposition (in fact we might have been the first year to do them, don�t quote me on that) and back in 1998 a grammar school like mine, precariously placed amongst the newish new Labour government was keen to do well, to affirm its status, to show other schools what we were made of. And we did, as it goes, this story has a protracted happy ending some months after the actual ending when we take the exams and the results are published and then later when the grammar schools don�t get shut down by Labour, though that might not be the happiest part about it really. So in English we were drilled by our mimsy teacher on Julius Caesar, and specifically the two scenes which we would be examined on, which if I recall rightly were Act III Scene II, where Anthony makes his famous speech, and another in Act V, which I can�t remember anything about at all. Up to the point where this story takes place I really liked our English teacher then, I think she left a year or so afterwards which was a shame, but if we take the story as starting here then I, though quiet and quite straightforward in my essay writing at this point, did have the seed of an admiration for her occasional strayings into the unorthodox - I remember another time that year when she was teaching us John Wyndham�s �The Crysalids� and she, almost as though the class, which was I shall add, some thirty odd fourteen year old boys, launched into a lengthy, impassioned diatribe about the sort of stereotypes that she felt women were unfairly expected to live up to. All of which seemed wholly strange to my own fourteen year old ears, but strange and intriguing. So the story starts then with us being set an essay on Julius Caesar to do for homework, which I and everyone else duly did and handed in. A week or so later we got the essays back - I can�t remember anything about the details of what the essay was about, or how I fared or how any of my friends fared, what sticks in my mind is that after the customary period where everyone compares marks and comments our teacher quieted the class and asked one boy if he�d mind reading out his essay, as it was a fine example of the sort of writing we should be doing in our exam and an excellent answer to the question. The boy, who was a clever kid, one of those whose report card would have decent marks across the board, everything from chemistry to art, which wasn�t really so hard in year nine, but he got a grudging respect for it from us all, which might have had something to do with him being good at football too. Not caring for football I also remember not liking him much myself, though that wasn�t solely to do with the football thing, he was arrogant I thought, and I think I was right, he still was when I last saw him, perhaps still is. At the teacher�s words he blushed though, seemed reluctant, �What mark did he get miss?� asked someone, �Oh, an A of course� she answered, �perhaps I could read it out then, would that be better?�. He still didn�t look too keen, but he could hardly refuse and so the book was handed over. You know that reading voice that English teachers tend to have? A sort of tender tone, never mocking or snide, with gentle, unforced inflections - she began to read his essay in that tone with nary a pause or stumbled over word to disrupt the flow. We listened. Begrudgingly I gave him credit - his prose was certainly very adept, very mature and slick, quite professional sounding, and his points were concise and fairly insightful, backed up nicely with choice quotes from the text. It was a good sounding essay. Some people were even taking notes. I thought that was going a bit too far. Now, there were other kids that I disliked in my class at school and one of them, a particularly cruel boy, gawky and ungainly in appearance with a real malicious streak to him happened to be sitting on the same table as I was in this particular lesson. As the reading continued he seemed to be suddenly finding this nice essay highly amusing, I glanced up at him to find him looking at a copy of the York Notes for �Julius Caesar� - you know those awful guidebook things which take you by the hand and drag you through a text? He had one of those, I�ve never been too keen on those at all, even in year nine I knew how rubbish they were. But still, he was giggling away and looking at his York Notes, even nudged the person next to him and pointed at the book, following a line with his finger, that person began to laugh as well. I couldn�t fathom it, what was so funny? Well typically, as it tends to do the gossip soon spread across the table and then the whole classroom, the boy whose essay it was, who I then turned to was blushing profusely, unable to keep his eyes on one spot. Someone showed me the York Notes, it was open to the page covering the bit of the text we had to write the essay on, his finger traced along a line, the teacher�s voice coolly intoning the very same words printed on the page - he had copied them! And not just those! The whole essay was just that, culled directly and unedited from the notes, copied straight out into his English book. The classroom fizzed and popped with murmurs and comments, only the boy who had written the essay, or not written it kept silent, the teacher ignored us though and carried on right to the end, never raising her meek voice one jot. As soon as she finished there was general uproar, people waving copies of York Notes around at her and pointing to various spots with grubby fingers. �Have you seen this miss?� came the cries, but she uninterestedly batted them all away, �I don�t care where he got his ideas.� she said. Some of us, not least the boy sitting opposite me, the cruel one, the one for whom the word schadenfreude might well have been custom built were outraged, up in arms, you mean she wasn�t going to change his mark? Give him detention? No, the grade would stand, that was the end of it. It was incredible! Even I myself felt a pang of injustice, I who prided myself on distancing from classroom politics. The bell went and in the corridors down to our next lesson, which I believe was French, all eyes and voices turned on the boy, some in ironic admiration, patting his back, others caustic and testy. I didn�t join in. To his credit he laughed them all off with as much good humour as he could muster, though he walked shakily across the playground towards French class and his voice did crack a little and he did blanche at the barrage of questions. I remember then in the following days in various conversations about how unfair it was that he had gotten away with this, and I couldn�t help but concur. It wasn�t until much later, maybe years later when the event was dragged up again, as it was with some frequency that I saw how well he had been punished, and how cruelly too. Read a year nine essay. Read a copy of York Notes. Of course our English teacher had, but how serious a crime is plagiarism? And does any crime warrant such a calculating public humiliation? �I don�t care where he got his ideas.� she had said, had grinned at our na�ve protestations - how could she not know? How could she not care? We had thought. But of course she knew and cared far better than all of us. How easy it would have been to just tell him off, maybe give him detention for doing that, and maybe even tell him off in front of the class, warn us about plagiarism. But that would�ve been forgotten in mere minutes. Who could match her tiny voice, gently reading the sinful text out to the class? Someone picks up on a phrase that they recall reading in preparation from the essay, they pick up their York Notes to see if it was from that and find not just that, but the whole thing, a duplicate of what�s being read. He spreads the word, and when we tell the teacher she doesn�t care! Just dismisses it, he gets to keep his unearned top grade, while the rest of us worked significantly harder and probably didn�t do as well. Vengeance and justice had to be ours, our scorn had to take the place of the teacher�s, because she wasn�t interested. And it was a quiet, hurtful grudge that the class bore, which occasionally bubbled to the surface and which burned right to the core of that boy, minutes etched onto him and borne out through occasional looks, occasional comments. I�d like to say he was a different person afterwards, but he wasn�t, it doesn�t work quite as well as that, but almost, and perhaps for just a few minutes on the way to French class and then again whenever it popped up in conversation and he�d awkwardly laugh it off, or grin and say nothing, perhaps then there was a change. And that�s easily enough. - Kieran p.s. Sorry if I owe you email or anything like that, the above is to blame. I'll get on to writing them tomorrow hopefully. p.p.s I do wholeheartedly endorse Ken's reading aid. I considered putting the above through it before sending, but that would sort of defeat the purpose of the website. Consider this the hardcorists version. _________________________________________________________________ Worried what your kids see online? Protect them better with MSN 8 http://join.msn.com/?page=features/parental&pgmarket=en-gb&XAPID=186&DI=1059 +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 stvirar at xxx.com Fri Mar 14 03:39:28 2003 From: stvirar at xxx.com (Saint Virar) Date: Thu, 13 Mar 2003 19:39:28 -0800 Subject: Sinister: yeah, that's right Message-ID: Sinister: Am compelled to post again, somewhat in response to postings of Kieran (sp?) and Christine Irene, though not directly B&S related until the end... Firstly did not know that Boards of Canada's "Aquarius" was used in a Mercedes commercial and am disheartened a bit but that's okay. Don't watch much tv anyways. And sure it's nice in a way for music to get out there in tv land but it can really ruin meaningful associations i have with songs. Like Pink Moon in the Volkswagen commercial and every Who song there is it seems. But I really like BOC and the newer album is good - "the devil is in the details" kinda reminds me of Kate Bush's "waking the witch" or something. I liked the Cage poem - was a pleasant reminder of "experiments" i did some years ago, obsessed with randomness. I had a little comic - the quigleys i think - a guy with his fist in his mouth and a lighter to his elbow with the caption "Bob makes a vain attempt to get high on himself." This sentence has 10 words, and I used the random number generator on my calculator to select one of the 10 words in sequence. I continued doing this, writing down the sequence, for a good while. I then recorded myself reciting the poem... get high bob a vain makes on himself a attempt a high bob get bob attempt high to bob on bob....etc. It was a lot of fun... Office Space is a great movie, especially if you haven't seen Friends that often... And to B&S...I got a ukulele for Christmas and learned chords and searched for B&S songs to play (which is how I found Sinster.) I played and sang the song Belle and Sebastian for two coworkers (who knew nothing of B&S in this suburban soundscape of Christina Aguilera and JayZ) here at the call center where i work and they both said they recognized the song. Now my question is....how? where might they have heard it? The only thing i could think of is tv? Or a really popular movie? Or maybe another song that sounds like it? Any ideas? Sincerely, Arin _________________________________________________________________ Help STOP SPAM with the new MSN 8 and get 2 months FREE* http://join.msn.com/?page=features/junkmail +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 Sat Mar 15 01:16:08 2003 From: pykachu100 at xxx.com (Kenneth P Y Chu) Date: Sat, 15 Mar 2003 01:16:08 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Le Picnic et la Bowlingeoisie (2003 FIRST PICNIC AND BOWLING WEEKENDER 2 DAY SPECTACULAR!) Message-ID: During Christmas 2001, our beloved Stuart Murdoch paraphrased George Harrison and sang.. "Here comes the sun, do do do do, here comes the sun and I'll say HEY it's alright dum dum dum dum dum dum dum dum dum dum dum dum dum dum" and I thought "What on Earth is he on?? It's the middle of WINTER!" NOW I realised that, ever the prophet, Mister Mystic Murdoch was prophesying about TODAY! When the Sun came out in all its glory, making a fitting setting for me to announce the first London picnic of 2003, PLUS the first bowling event of the year! ============================================== * APRIL 2003 UK SINISTER FEST * * PICNIC BOWLING WEEKENDER 2 DAY SPECTACULAR * ============================================== Forget ATP! This weekend of 5th and 6th Apr, The Capital is where it's at! Why pay �110 to watch (haha) Autechre* when you can go 1) Bowling and Drinking on Saturday 2) Picnicing on Sunday Together!?!?! All in one Ultra-fun-packed-weekend??!?!! For FREE! (Apart from �5 for bowling) Crazy! So, here comes the science bit, concentrate! --------------------------------------------------------------- * SINISTER BOWLING AND PICNIC 2 DAY SPECTACULAR SCHEDULE * 5TH/6TH APRIL, 2003 SATURDAY 5TH APRIL - BOWLING 2PM ROWENS BOWLING CENTRE, FINSBURY PARK Take the Sinisters Bowling, Take them bowling! Yes, the weekend kicks off with a fun couple of games of bowling at the wonderfully ghetto Rowens Entertainment/Bowling Centre, an event which in the past have produced some of the best (and worst) bowling ever witnessed by mankind. And then after the bowling we can have a few pints to warm up for the following day. SUNDAY 6TH APRIL - SINISTER PICNIC PRIMROSE HILL, LONDON Yes, it is time for the shy sinister boys and girls to get out of their bedroom, and into the springtime. Finally a chance for all sini members alike to meet up and gossip! About the list, the band themselves, or just have a random banter, play football, have sandwiches, drink wine whilst enjoying one of the prettiest view of London from the top of a hill! And when the sun comes down we can retire to a warm cosy pub and chatter some more! Past picnics seem to have helped some of you lonely people find lurrrrrve, too. Hubba hubba! GETTING EXCITED YET? So! Hope to see many of you soon! From London or Otherwise! You don't have to attend BOTH events of course but if you do it'd be a DOUBLE WHAMMY! I've already heard rumours that Archel from Brighton and Robert from Portsmouth and Kieran from Sheffield might come - so being from faraway places is no excuse! If you ARE from faraway land and need somewhere to stay let me know and I'll try and help you find hotels or otherwise! Maybe if I tidy up this room you can even stay at mine.. Picnics and Red Bulls! xx Ken * haha Autechre.. haha it makes me laugh for some reason, haha. _________________________________________________________________ It's fast, it's easy and it's free. Get MSN Messenger today! http://messenger.msn.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 elle_jane1 at xxx.uk Sat Mar 15 19:50:51 2003 From: elle_jane1 at xxx.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Ellebelle?=) Date: Sat, 15 Mar 2003 19:50:51 +0000 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: your obsessions get you known Message-ID: <20030315195051.52991.qmail@web12903.mail.yahoo.com> i'm being a bit obsessed with jonathan david and carriage clock at the moment. not quite sure where it came from. i simply woke up one day and had to listen to them. and again. i must be really annoying the girl in the flat above me. mind you, that'll teach her to stop being so loud in her appreciation of her boyfriend's sexual prowess. i really don't want to know but she's not leaving me much option. it's most distasteful. good word, that. most amused to read Kieran's post about his English teacher's approach to plagiarism. a sadistic breed, teachers. especially ones of the English (subject) variety. they were the ones who didn't have friends at school, instead prefering to sit in the corner with a book. why did they become teachers themselves? because they didn't have the imagination to do anything else and because they wanted the excuse to carry on reading to themselves, in a corner, without anyone paying them any attention. i had two amazing English teachers: sally ellias and rob stanley. rob, in particular, didn't mind wearing jumpers him mum had knitted him "look, she dropped a stitch here, and had to catch it up later" and would often stop everything to exclaim "wonderful poetry". Mrs Ellias was also cool, but really lovely with it. all the boys fancied her, and most of the girls did as well. i've finally taken the life-changing decision to get a cat, well two kittens, actually. it's proving more difficult than i thought. i've got to be checked and stuff. bit scared about that. also proving difficult to think of names. and this is where i have a bit of a favour to ask. Honey, would you mind if i name one of my (as yet non-existent) cats 'Honey'? hoping that's ok does anyone have any suggestions for the other name? or suggestions for good pairs of names. let me know. i don't have an imagination, you know. i just sit in the corner reading books. finally got this developed: +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ in this one the girl is crying. it really doesn't matter though as you can see it's a wonderment sort of crying. it's a wow, i'm walking up westminster surrounded by more people than i've ever seen in my life and none of us wants war and we're doing something about it. it's a magic sort of crying. it's a embarrassed sort of crying. she really doesn't mean to but it's a bit amazing being by yourself among so many when you're all there for the same reason. you can see her gloved hand is trying to wipe away the tears as she doesn't really want to cry on a thing like a peace march and she's trying to make it look like she's not actually crying. but for some reason she is. you can see faces all around her. if you listen carefully you can hear it's really quiet. people aren't talking or shouting at this bit. you can hear whistles in the distance but that just makes it all a bit more eerie. it doesn't help her stop crying. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ as i walked round town today i saw the redhill peace protester. just opposite the 'real gold medallian' man in the market there was a man with a huge banner round his neck reading NO WAR. i think there was also information about numbers of children who will starve but i didn't stop to see. i now feel really bad about that. how come i could manage to go to the london march but not stop and support one guy who's doing something far braver. standing up for your ideas and beliefs in redhill is not something to be taken lightly. i mean, the big issue guy is established and most people stop to have a chat with him (he's a nice guy). the 'repent or feel the wrath of the lord' people turn up in a group of 3 or 4. this chap was by himself and i just walked on. finally, i'd like to set the record straight: Mr Mark "I never got to be a prefect and i'm still damaged due to this" Cassarotto *demanded* a spelling test for some reason. THere's no way i would inflict speling tests on peple without haveing the ansers in front of me. There's danger I might even be asked to give a spelling myself. looking forward to the big bowl and perky picnic. if dafyd and james make it we will also experience the very first outing of the surrey sinister massive. rahhhhhhhhh. elle x __________________________________________________ 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 terryunderwear at xxx.com Sun Mar 16 05:22:41 2003 From: terryunderwear at xxx.com (terry underwear) Date: Sun, 16 Mar 2003 12:22:41 +0700 Subject: Sinister: I did see the Boy last night Message-ID: hey everybody, Last night on Rage (for non-Australian listee's Rage is a music program which is shown on Friday and Saturday nights. It is just film clips, and on Saturday night a local or touring band guest programs their favourite clips/songs) the Lazy Line Painter Jane film clip was shown. It was guest programmed by none other than.....Jimmy Eat World! How strange I thought, but in a good way. Other artists that have guest programmed Belle and Sebastian include Doves (Legal Man) and Stephen Malkmus (Jonathan David). Prior to watching Lazy Line Painter Jane last night I had the pleasure of seeing Teenage Fanclub and Badly Drawn Boy in concert at a mini outdoor festival in the natural surroundings of King's Park. The Boy was a little disappointing, he was quite obnoxious and kept flicking his cigarette butts into the lake where the ducks swim. The songs were performed well though. On the other hand Teenage Fanclub were fantastic! They just make everything seem great. And one lucky Perth sinister boy was singled out from the crowd and congratulated on his choice of t-shirt for the day (a little brown number with the words "Belle and Sebastian" emblazoned across the front). How very exciting! terry --- here's what i think: http://naivetysucceeds.blogspot.com caitlin and terry's sinister recipe tree archives: http://www.joannou.net/topofthestairs/sinifood/ _____________________________________________________________ Get 25MB, POP3, Spam Filtering with LYCOS MAIL PLUS for $19.95/year. http://login.mail.lycos.com/brandPage.shtml?pageId=plus&ref=lmtplus +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 17 01:06:36 2003 From: dirtyvicar at xxx.net (Dirty Vicar) Date: Mon, 17 Mar 2003 01:06:36 +0000 Subject: Sinister: WAR - what is it good for? Message-ID: If you support the war against Iraq - I hate you. Well, not you personally, but your opinions. Hate the sin, love the sinner, that's my motto. Mark C., meanwhile, was asking how the meetup of the other B&S hobby in Nottingham went. Actually, it was a lot of fun. Spread over two nights it was, the first being us lot gatecrashing a Track & Field Night. There I met two Sinister subbers, Big Stu and Robin Stout. The latter turns out to be another split allegiance kind of guy, meaning that he also came to the purely Bowlie meetup the next night. Big Stu remains true to Sinister and was only at the T&F night. We discussed issues surrounding the interviewing of B&S, something he has done and I haven't. The T&F night was fun. Being in a club where they are obliged by law to play B&S at least once every hour was a bag of fun, particularly as they at no point played 'Legal Man'. Top marks. The following night was the strictly Bowlie bit of the weekend. although not that strictly Bowlie - you could walk in off the street and go to it, if you had the hireys. A source of some concern on the Bowlie forum is the lack of an identifier for forum regulars, there being none of this upside down badge business to indicate who is a friend and who is not. Anyway, I was one of the DJs at this amazingly brilliant event, starting off with Edwin Starr's 'War' and thereafter playing a somewhat rockist set. Everyone seemed to enjoy themselves, I know I did. I also managed to introduce the Rock Lock to the Bowlies, raw power. Of course, it probably wasn't as much fun as has been had in ye olde days of this here sinistere liste from before I was a subber, but I wouldn't know about that. It does seem at times as though the great days of Sinister meetups are behind us, and were indeed already over before I signed up to this list. But of course, I'm sure that there will be a monster Sini-picnic in Glasgow the day B&S play there in May. There will, won't there? I am sad that I will not be there, but my ministry requires that I be elsewhere. someone mentioned that I'm always going on about popular band The Chalets. Well, I've just been to see them. They are still the best band that Dublin has ever produced. Sadly, Dublin audiences are a bit under appreciative of them. Nyeh, who cares? Prophets are never appreciated in their own town. time to go now. bless you all, 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 trixiefirecracker79 at xxx.com Mon Mar 17 02:34:21 2003 From: trixiefirecracker79 at xxx.com (trixie firecracker) Date: Sun, 16 Mar 2003 21:34:21 -0500 (EST) Subject: Sinister: More Kissing, Less Dissing (Australian Meet-Ups: Then & Now) Message-ID: <20030317023421.66D8AF685@xmxpita.excite.com> Dear Sinister, I have many things to say to you, but I will attempt to condense them into this one email so you don't all start muttering in an annoyed tone about 'youngsters' and 'multiple postings' etc. LOVE IS LIKE A BOTTLE OF GIN Extremely belated I know, but thank you eversomuch to Sen(d)sational Shellie for the lovely 6 inch posable present (and the other stuff), and to Jaunty Jay for being so organised. Yay for Valentines Day Mail.* PERTH VISITATIONS I was most lucky to be visiting my ye olde hometown of Perth a few weeks ago, just when Particularly Pretty Perth Sinister Boys Terry Underwear and Jeremy Tweddle were feeling (h)especially hospitable. If ever you're visiting Perth, look them up. They will show you a Good Time. Terry already reported back on the bowling, but we also went to see 24 Hour Party People (with Kin too! Hello Kin!), AND we had a picnic. So much fun packed into a week and a half. Our picnic was lovely. There were jam tarts, gin and jelly dinosaurs (as well as the obligatory VB and sausages). We played 1.5 a side football, solved a word sleuth and lay about. In the evening we climbed the DNA tower. Yay for Perth Picnicing. I am most jealous of the impending UK/northern hemisphere picnic season. I hope you all attend and have loads of fun. MELBOURNE MUSINGS Since discovering that the Perth Sinisters are so friendly, I have been longing to meet the Melbourne Massive. Longest Lurker Jim is also up for a Massive Meeting. Could there be time for a picnic before the weather turns bad? Maybe bowling is the way to go? Perhaps all interested Sinisters could email me off list? There, that wasn't too bad was it? Spreading love across the Nullarbor Trixie.x *Made me forget about the lack of Valentines Day Male. _______________________________________________ Join Excite! - http://www.excite.com The most personalized portal on the Web! +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 joan_of_dark at xxx.com Mon Mar 17 12:42:29 2003 From: joan_of_dark at xxx.com (Joan of Dark) Date: Mon, 17 Mar 2003 14:42:29 +0200 Subject: Sinister: Life Full Of Holes Message-ID: When you end up alone inside an empty house on a Sunday afternoon, the empty house in which you grew up, which more than ever, more than anything, reminds you of how empty your life feels nowadays... How void of emotions and affection your inside feels... Father on a trip, coming back forever, wishing he never had to... Mother with an invitation in her hands, for somewhere else. One. For her only. One way ticket, stating no return on this journey she�s set her heart and feelings on... Away. So far... Brother being elsewhere as well... substituting whatever has been lost from in here with strange people. Friends that you know they�re going to fail him just as you have been forsaken by your once dearest ones. But he�s just 17 and you cannot explain to him that everything changes. Everything goes away. Everything and everyone goes away, never to return, leaving you there hoping like a fool. To describe it as tragically as you have experienced it, words fail you... And you have never managed to approach him. And he hates you and you don�t know why. Maybe it is because you only tried to protect him. Maybe it is because you used to quarrel when you were young. But that was because you were jealous of him. He was the youngest and you used to wet your bed in the nights because you were so insecure. Because you were afraid you were not loved. And you couldn�t help it but wet your bed. And you were dead jealous, but you didn�t know what jealousy meant back then. And you kept waking up in the middle of the night in a pool of tumbled, wet and cold bed sheets. And you were so ashamed of yourself. 6 years old and trying to change your bedclothes in the, unimaginable for your mind then, small hours with the lights out so that they wouldn�t wake up and tell you off. Or you would just crouch and try to avoid the wet spot. But your nighties would be wet and cold and they would stick on your limbs, keeping you freezing until the morning... Maybe you�ve tried more than you should to keep all this ragged tapestry of people, events and emotions together. And you will be blamed for that in the future. People tell you not to care. But how can you not care when it�s your family? Makes me wonder... which is the greater distance? Everything changes. Everything goes away... And the only thing that�s left to us to connect us with other people is a sequence of numbers per person. Maybe two. Digits hastily saved in the memory of our cell phone. Or on our home�s speed dial. Numbers which maybe you have never used more than once, some others never. Of people you once met and you didn�t want to lose. But whom you lost and you deceive yourself that by holding this little piece of information that is -admit it- useless to you, you actually keep that person at an arm�s length. And you dare not erase them, as they make you feel safer. How many times you�ve browsed through them to soothe your insecurity. I. Know. People. The more, the better. And if, somehow, one day these numbers are erased then you feel how unbearable loneliness and despair can be... No real connection. No feel. No touch. No warmth. No voice even. Bits and bytes on glowing screens. Our speech and thought fragmented and confined into 160-letter crumbs. We will eventually end up unable to operate otherwise... And when you end up alone inside an empty house like this one, that was built to be the shelter of a family and their ever-growing feelings, but now, having started to disintegrate from within, it has remained a vacant ruin, you feel so utterly alone. And you deeply regret the times that you tried to escape from in here. Only that you never really managed to. The further you went, the closer you were drawn to your homestead. Maybe because leaving was not what you really wanted. Because you knew that home was where you�ve always wanted to be. But you didn�t know that then... All you knew was that you wanted to live, to feel, you wanted forget, you wished to be forgotten and start all over again. But now that your devotion to false promise lands was withered away , in terror, you find out that not only you haven�t escaped from what haunted you, not only you haven�t forgotten but , instead, there is noone any more, noone that remembers you. All you should have wished for should be some p e a c e ... And you stay in on a cloudy Sunday afternoon. With noone whom you could call. And all those 233 numbers you have, prove insufficient to soothe your pain. Because its early afternoon and it is not polite to call other people�s houses at this time. And the only thing you�d want would be to hide into the closet just like when you were young. When trembling from anticipation and excitement, maybe a little scared of the dark as well, peeking through the slight crack between the flaps you�d wait for the others to come and find you. You�d watch them look for you under the bed and your desk and impatiently call out your name because it was dinner time! bath time! joanna!... But now, being 21, I�m more afraid to do that. More than when I was 6. I dare not hide in the closet. Because then, I�d snuggle between piles of clothes and greedily inhale the lingering smell of the detergent my mother used, and watch little specks of dust dance in streams through the waterfalls of sunlight that would sneak through the cracks. And after a while I�d see a sweet, dear face with a twinkle in their eyes looking towards the closet and approach and, while opening it, I would throw myself into their arms... Now I�m afraid that if I hide myself, very few will realize it. And even fewer will search for me. And noone will stick to it to the end... I�m afraid to even try and see if I�m right. As, if I do so, I am bound to spend the rest of my few days abandoned in the comfort of my darkness. Noone will come to my rescue. Now, carving deep red trails on my forearms with a pocketknife I used for carving wooden boats of pine wood when I was little and embark little ants onto strange lands after the rain, I�m trying to carve little boats and set them assail to drift me away on the ocean of tears that floods my eyes... This is more autobiographical than it should be. More than I can withstand. More than you would want it to be. Having less content than all the previously mentioned... Do let me get away with that... _________________________________________________________________ STOP MORE SPAM with the new MSN 8 and get 2 months FREE* http://join.msn.com/?page=features/junkmail +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 17 14:36:32 2003 From: geoff_sheridan at xxx.uk (Geoff Sheridan) Date: Mon, 17 Mar 2003 14:36:32 +0000 Subject: Sinister: OT: UK listees make your voice heard Message-ID: This is political - if that is likely to offend you please disregard this message. Flames welcome, but off-list please. Bear in mind it qualifies for list-space by containing satire and at least one reference to Belle and Sebastian. <= That was it. I am also convinced that our fey Scottish popsters of choice would have mentioned Chomsky (see end) in a song by now were it not so damnably difficult to rhyme with. Just like 'Orange'. It looks like there may shortly be a vote in the UK parliament on the war in Iraq. If you are interested, you can make your voice heard. Here's how to find out who your MP* is: http://www.locata.co.uk/commons/ You will find a link to contact them by email. Then if you are *in favour* of the war in Iraq, simply copy and paste this: I am writing to express my support for the government's position on Iraq. I admire your resolve to go the UN route - it's not your fault that you failed to convince anyone but Spain to agree with you. On the contrary, this just proves that the UN doesn't work. What good is an organisation which cannot be bullied or paid-off to rubber-stamp American foreign policy? So in future I don't think you should bother with that 'talking shop'. No, I think our military killing machine will do the talking just fine from now on. OR if you are *against *: You clearly have a brain - write your own. You might want to include the latest Amnesty International estimates that 50,000 civilian Iraqis will be killed and 500,000 injured. http://public.amnesty.org.uk/iraq has an online petition and a suggestion for a form of words. If war breaks out then follow the advice at http://www.stopthewar.org.uk/ If anyone would like to join me on a Sinister March-nic in London this Saturday 22nd, please mail me off-list. Thanks for your time, Geoff (better dressed than you since 1998) * Find out how they voted last time here: http://www.greenpeace.org.uk/Templates/ Still bored? 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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 pass_the_peas85 at xxx.com Mon Mar 17 16:19:01 2003 From: pass_the_peas85 at xxx.com (hannah brown) Date: Mon, 17 Mar 2003 16:19:01 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Come and buy my toys! Message-ID: hello peeps, Mmm what a strange few days i've had. I started with the discovery that the drummer of Ikara Colt is on my printmaking course, i found this out because there was a picture of him in a music mag, i consulted him about it and it's true, very odd. Then on thursday i went to town in search of some Strawberry Alarm Clock, a cool 60's band. Whilst searching (and failing) to find them, i decided to buy some more Yo le Tengo. I picked one up that looked interesting and bought it. On the bus home i had a look at it. All the writing was in purple and it had a picture of a bloke on the front with the words "small little f@@ker with a high voice", i looked for the bands name but it wasn't there. Then i looked at the track listing and saw a song called 1999. "Hang on" i thought, and made a little equasion in my head: purple+little+high voice+1999= christ i've bought a Prince record! I'm not greatly keen on Prince and thought i must have been really stupid to accidently buy it. So i thought i'd try and take it back the next week. Well, i got home and put it and and christ almighty it's only Yo Le Tengo doing Prince covers and it's absolutely chuffing Brilliant, it may even convert me into liking Prince more. I also bought that Interpol album and was surprised at it's fruity goodness. My flatmate recons that buying records is like taking vitamins, i think i would agree with him but i don't think it would cure cifallis (if that's how you spell it). I saw a dead fox on the road last night, it's guts were spewed out across the road and it was rather depressing. It wasn't there this morning so i reckon it got up and put its guts back in it's stomach, cursed a bit and waddled off. hmmmm, i need a holiday great yeh! love hannah b _________________________________________________________________ Surf together with new Shared Browsing http://join.msn.com/?page=features/browse&pgmarket=en-gb&XAPID=74&DI=1059 +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 17 16:57:32 2003 From: geoff_sheridan at xxx.uk (Geoff Sheridan) Date: Mon, 17 Mar 2003 16:57:32 +0000 Subject: Sinister: OT: UK listees make your voice heard Message-ID: This is political - if that is likely to offend you please disregard this message. Flames welcome, but off-list please. Bear in mind it qualifies for list-space by containing satire and at least one reference to Belle and Sebastian. <= That was it. I am also convinced that our fey Scottish popsters of choice would have mentioned Chomsky (see end) in a song by now were it not so damnably difficult to rhyme with. Just like 'Orange'. It looks like there may shortly be a vote in the UK parliament on the war in Iraq. If you are interested, you can make your voice heard. Here's how to find out who your MP* is: http://www.locata.co.uk/commons/ You will find a link to contact them by email. Then if you are *in favour* of the war in Iraq, simply copy and paste this: I am writing to express my support for the government's position on Iraq. I admire your resolve to go the UN route - it's not your fault that you failed to convince anyone but Spain to agree with you. On the contrary, this just proves that the UN doesn't work. What good is an organisation which cannot be bullied or paid-off to rubber-stamp American foreign policy? So in future I don't think you should bother with that 'talking shop'. No, I think our military killing machine will do the talking just fine from now on. OR if you are *against *: You clearly have a brain - write your own. You might want to include the latest Amnesty International estimates that 50,000 civilian Iraqis will be killed and 500,000 injured. http://public.amnesty.org.uk/iraq has an online petition and a suggestion for a form of words. If war breaks out then follow the advice at http://www.stopthewar.org.uk/ If anyone would like to join me on a Sinister March-nic in London this Saturday 22nd, please mail me off-list. Thanks for your time, Geoff (better dressed than you since 1998) * Find out how they voted last time here: http://www.greenpeace.org.uk/Templates/ Still bored? 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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 competitionsmile at xxx.com Mon Mar 17 16:08:00 2003 From: competitionsmile at xxx.com (Christine Irene) Date: Mon, 17 Mar 2003 08:08:00 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: L 'le Pdraig Message-ID: <20030317160800.14026.qmail@web40609.mail.yahoo.com> Awww, hi everyone! it is st. patrick's day! my very favourite holiday! the weekend was nice. saturday katie and i milled about, as we do. yesterday i loafed round the house., i was going to go to the south side irish parade....st. patrick's day is a HUGE deal in chicago..particularly in the area which i now reside in. i heard on the news that they anticipated 200,000 people would be there. i said that that was impossible, that parade gets that many people when it is 20 degrees and snowing...yesterday was BEAUTIFUL. sunny, 67 degrees....woo hoo! anyway, i avoided the parade. i don't like people, they scare me. instead katie and greg and i went to this lil pub in elmhurst. it was called McNally's and was just so lovely. there were real live irish people there when we arrived. we sat outside in the sun and chatted. it was my first SPD without attempting to drink a pint of guinness. i have never been one to imbibe, now i can't due to illnesses/medications. oh well. this establishment played only irish artists, u2 (rare u2 at that), thin lizzy, van morrisson....the usual suspects. then i said "i would be so impressed if they played rory gallagher" and guess what.....they did! aww, i was so happy. today is yet another glorious day in chicagoish. the downside being the eldest of my charges has the stomach flu. she has proceeded to throw up every 30 minutes or so since last night.... i think i have about a 15 minute window right now. yick! how absoluetly vile...or bile, as it were. :o) so the lovely mr kevin clair is heading back to these parts today. hopefully he and i can get together this week. also, i checked my inbox this morning to find an email from eoin and a post from dirty vicar. could this day be any better? well, i suppose if i were no longer getting vomited on it would improve greatly. :o) ah well. i have nothing to say really, i just couldn't let my favourite holiday pass without a post. love to you all~ L� 'le P�draig!!!! ~stine __________________________________________________ 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 owlizthe5 at xxx.com Tue Mar 18 10:37:58 2003 From: owlizthe5 at xxx.com (owlizthe5 at xxx.com) Date: Tue, 18 Mar 2003 05:37:58 -0500 Subject: No subject Message-ID: <49ECFA35.6F55907B.0343A8D7@cs.com> this is a short fictional piece. i wrote in an hour after i woke from a nightmare. distant shadows of long ago memories crawl out to leave welts on my already bruised heart. she takes up the knife once more, just to plunge it deeper into my chest. hands covered in dried blood. hours pass and the gaping wound is still spurting blood out onto the floor. like a fountain of fire. "this is where is ends." she whispers softly into my ear like honey dripping off a stick. i begin to shiver on the concrete floor. "wake up. joseph is a killer." a killer of hearts. blood starts to flood around me. soon even that will be cold. i start to think back to where it all started... it was four years ago. on the night before saint patricks day. we meet at a movie theater. her hair was black like a starless night. and shimmered under every light on the street that night. "hi. one ticket....." i stared at her until paul nudged me and said" two for stigmata." through the whole movie, i thought about the girl with the black hair. the hands that seemed cold. eyes like glass, i could see right through her smile. her soft movements like a deer in a field. i watched her look at me like a wolf. the nervously still neck. her trembling hand hanging over the register. waiting. waiting for this retarted movie to end so i could get one last glimpse at her soft white skin. but she was gone. days later, i saw her again. i took my time. arranged my words like a script in my head. "hello. i am joseph." i said. she looked back and giggled. "hi." i looked at her name tag. "Welcome to Lowes JESSICA." i asked if she would come out for a cup of coffee at a dinner with me. she! lifts her face and eyes bright with glistening new hope shrugged her shoulders, "sure." we talked. i talked more. i tried to sell myself to her. using sarcastic remarks, asking questions that i could lead into a story. i offered her fries. and paid for her soda. she hated that. and i knew she did. i noticed her car, a bumper sticker from peta. i asked "are you a vegetarian?", "no. are you?" "yes. ive been one for aboutidontknow a year and a half." she started asking all these questions. about being a vegetarian why i became one. what to eat. where to eat. like i turned on a switch. it was bafaling. the whole night in the dinner she said two words to me, "oh..." and "ahhh..." and those arent even real words. the next night, i saw her car at the theater. i left a rose and a note under her windsheild whiper blade: "your soul is unique in the universe." and my phone number and email address. some time would pass before i heard anything from her. everyday, i would wait by the phone. hoping she would call. desprete to know why i was longing for this girl, i would disect her in my head. using logic and math to plot a line that made more sence then the fact that i had fallen for a ghost. little did i know that it was me that would turn out to be one. a year passed and i still thought about her every so often. i got a new job. i was a security guard on the night shift at prinston college. guarding exams. one night, while in my bouth checking my email in my laptop, i noticed a message from an address i had never seen before. in the subject line read, "your soul is unique in the universe". before i could read it, i heard a noise over by the shrubs near the second building. i radioed in to jeff, "i just heard a noise, im going to go check it out. it came from the north side of building two. meet me over there." jeff replied, "copy. ill come around the east side and you take the west." it was dark. hard to tell if the shadows where from the trees bending in the wind or some staking killer, dying to get his hands on the exams. i got to the north side before jeff got there. with flashlight in hand, i scanned the tiny circle of light for any movement. "there!" jeff came around and we both went into the bushes. instead of a kille! r, something that destroys life, we found a fox. "oh shit!" jeff jumped back. ready to kill it if it made a move at him. i whispered, "hold on, jeff. look." "i aint lookin at that thing. what if it fuckin jumps at me." "LOOK" i wanted him to look because the fox was giving birth. "look, jeff, its giving birth." it was so surreal. the fox just lay there, calm and silent. watching us the whole time. like she knew we where harmless security guards. we left her to finish. jeff went back to his post as did i. we acted like it was the most natural thing. to see a fox giving birth. i sat down in front of my laptop and opened the message. it was short. just her phone number. the next day, i called her. and left a message. "hey, its me joe. you sent me that email with your phone number. um.. i dont know if you remember me. the kid you met at the theater, we went to the dinner and talked about being a vegetarian? um.. oh..just ..call me back i guess. bye." i felt like such an idiot. like i was being set up for the kill. soon the floor would open up under my feet and i would drop down into a chamber of spikes. i was waiting for something bad to happen. then it did. i was laid off from my job at princeton after weeks of job hunting, my friend tim set me up with a night job waxing floors. and in those weeks, the girl called me back and we became close. i would say things like"you look beautiful in the moonlight." and "you smell so sweet like after it rains." this went on for a year. bliss. i thought it would be like this forever. perfect. i was happy for the! first and possibly the last time in my life. after the death of my grandparents, i became a shadow of what i was before. i had to watch them die over and over in my dreams. as if it wasnt enough that i was there when they both died. watching the cancer eat away at there bodies. trying to get to there minds. watching the awful faces they would make in there sleep. i wanted to cut the tubes that where holding there souls to such pain. doctors telling me, the cancer is in her spin now. the cancer is in his lungs. the cancer has spread to her breast. bones. brain. i became...numb. the forest that was in full bloom, now froze over into a wasteland. there was nothing. soon it was funeral after funeral dead uncles, aunts, cousins. she didnt stay around. i became intolerable we had a big fight i remember. and i told her i cant feel anything right now. i wanted to know that she still loved me. she couldnt give me an answer. she couldnt say yes. she just stood there and cried. i got up and left. it took another year for it to hi! t me. by then it was too late. she was gone again moved to florida or something with some guy she met on an internet chat. later that year, i spoke to her. i asked what it was that made her so unsure that i didnt love her. she said it was because i never wanted to have sex with her. she thought i didnt love her becuase i never had sex with her. but she was glad we didnt.i thought"how rediculus." i made a promise to myself, before i met her, to never have sex again. i never thought of sex as being a personal thing. more of an act of lust. and more times then i can count, a misguided passion. ...finally, the nightmare ends and i awake to my mother saying, "wake up. wake up joseph." only to have to go to the funeral i have to see her family. her friends. kieth, the guy she ran off with to florida with. i woke up only to fall into another nightmare. loneliness sleeps with me tonight. and everynight here after. if only this wasnt a dream. i know this is a dream. because it is all so black and white. because i woke up. joseph. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 Tue Mar 18 17:58:27 2003 From: ianwatsonuk at xxx.com (ianwatsonuk at xxx.com) Date: Tue, 18 Mar 2003 17:58:27 +0000 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: this thursday! Message-ID: <6578432.1048010307963.JavaMail.root@127.0.0.1> Hello everyone! Just a quick reminder that this Thursday is How Does It Feel To Be Loved at the Buffalo Bar, underneath Ye Olde Cock Tavern (now run by the grumpiest man in the world who won´t let me give out flyers because "we´ll only have to clear them up afterwards" - he has a point, yes, but still...you know), next to Highbury And Islington tube (the gate is often open and unmanned, not that we´re suggesting anything, but...well), London. 9-2am, three quid to get in, all the usual stuff really. Guest DJ this month is the very Dickon Edwards, but Dave Callahan of The Wolfhounds will be around too to give me a hand because I´m typing this in Iceland and will probably miss the first half hour or so. It´s not very sunny here, but the landscape is nicer. Fair deal really. The guest list competition is still open, so if you want to get in for free, simply complete this phrase: I deserve to get in for free because... I´m going for a lie down now. It´s been one of those days. http://www.howdoesitfeel.co.uk 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 enola_alone_alone at xxx.com Tue Mar 18 21:16:52 2003 From: enola_alone_alone at xxx.com (Christopher in a Tutu) Date: Tue, 18 Mar 2003 13:16:52 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: If you're fearing sinister Message-ID: <20030318211652.52844.qmail@web41609.mail.yahoo.com> You talkin' to me, Sinister? Ah, well, good- Hiya everybody! It's me again, back by unpopular demand. Me, being Christopher James, sometimes called Chris F, le Christophe, sometimes called 'you can turn that off for starters.' And the reason he is not cjf111 today is parce que i am on holyday, for close to six weeks, they call it a revision break, i call it a waste of taxpayer's money, hehehe. Today for example, my 'revision' included sweeping the carport and then going to the library and renting three cds for two weeks for two pounds in total. Rental purchases included the Von Bondies, Beck and Ben & Jason. These purchases [and the sweeping....and the posting] make me feel like i've had a productive day full of toil and trouble. The trouble involved counting the scallies in town [Stourbridge, by the by, that's where i live, if not in York. in the archives there is but one mention of Stourbridge. I say more Stourbridging is needed people] However, i soon realised that this hobby (counting scallies) should best not be undertaken whilst driving, i posed a veritable liability, what with the throbbing number-crunching in my poor head and the traffic queues of revvin' Kevins, pushing down on their gas pedals menacingly... .....Today in the library i surfed my way to the realisation that there is a meeting! in London! in April! Now, i would dearly like to go to this two day extravaganza of nicety, yet in the pits of my loins i have a nagging doubt. It's hard to pinpoint why this doubt exists- shyness? Oh, not so hard to pinpoint, after all. So yes, i have some naggin' goin' down in the 'hood. This nagging consists of being frankly scared out of my wits over the fame and celebrity that encircles certain Sinistereens...i mean, Ken Chu? Archel? who are these people? They are in my sea-coloured eyes celebrities, untouchables. And me, just a small dot on the horizon of twee. Aforementioned folk are to me the monopolisers of twee, the corporate giants, and so on and so on. And the nagging persists- it says unto me 'But monsignor Chris, these people won't care or even notice your existence if you take your little self along to London in April weekend. Cos they are *famous* and already too fawned over and curled up into their quarter circle niche markets of quarantined dominance to accept any newbies.' Yes, my nagging was never too cogent. So, what, am i wong? I sincerely hope to be proved so. Surely something as simple and natural as going along to a meet-up of people with a passion and introducing oneself and sitting down and bowling [hmm, both at once?] and conversing casually with like-minded folkies is too improbable a task. But then why should it be improbable? 'It isn't, it isn't!' i can hear most of you tut under your collective breath. Is it my negative outlook that i always expect there to be rain when it is sunny, that i always expect my toast to land butter side down, that i expect there to be some exposed label on the reverse of my jacket if i haven't first checked, that if i think im going to trip over, i invariably do..... Is this outlook catalysing the nagging? the shyness? Am i alone in having these 'fears'? i mean, why, they aren't even proper FEARS, not like a fear of death or destruction, or the fear of biting into an apple and finding a razorblade. They are proper FeArS. Hell, apparantely there's a war on! But to me it IS a fear, and i was wondering if other relative newbie Sinistereens did have a comparable 'fear'. If so, we could maybe start a group, 'FearSoc' or something: 'not for the faint-hearted'. Tho i think id be too scared to go. So, must stop starting paragraphs with 'so', makes you sound unsure. So, what now, i guess i am hoping for someone to take me by the clammy hand and say 'It's alright to be slightly nervous, it's a big thing, one's first meet-up, but relax, everyone's scared to some extent, they just don't show it....' and i think this would cheer me up no end. In such an event i may conduct tests to prove that my toast lands butter side up....'revision' is an abstract thing, you see. Thanks for getting so far Le Christophe James F xx ................................................... "Without you, today's emotions would be the scurf of yesterday's" __________________________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Platinum - Watch CBS' NCAA March Madness, live on your desktop! http://platinum.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 dirtyvicar at xxx.net Tue Mar 18 23:02:38 2003 From: dirtyvicar at xxx.net (Dirty Vicar) Date: Tue, 18 Mar 2003 23:02:38 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Rudi says we've got to get wise Message-ID: hello again, I've been listening to the Baader Meinhoff album lately. do you know that one? Sadly, it's not a krautrock album turned out by Andreas Baader and Gudrun Ensslin in between planting bombs and shooting cops, but rather a record by Luke Haines. That's Luke Haines, once of The Auteurs, now of Black Box Recorder. He did this record a few years ago, and it's a concept album about those bonkers urban guerrillas who plagued West Germany in the 1970s. My suspicion is that Haines has read the one book about the Baader Meinhoff gang (or the Rote Arme Fraktion, as they liked to be called) I have, and in this record he regurgitates it in musical form. Musically it's all surprisingly funky, but it's kind of strung out white boy faux funk, with vague Middle Eastern influences thrown in. that's somewhat appropriate, given the RAF's trip to Jordan for training from the PLO. The record comes tastefully illustrated with original RAF wanted posters, pics of Carlos the Jackal (I think - it's not the famous one), Leila Khaled, and various RAF members being arrested. It's all a very evocative portrait of a strange time I can dimly remember. I like this album a lot. It matches the tenor of our times, all that wacky revolutionary rhetoric starts seeming a bit less mental when soldiers drive bulldozers over unarmed activists. maybe the man really is out to get us? uh, yeah. maybe. which reminds me, the tone of my last post (or the first paragraph thereof) was somewhat tactless and extreme, and I apologise for that. I will never again post to Sinister after I come in from a gig with drink taken. This evening I am posting after my yoga class, is my calmness not striking? I still hate the war, though. ~stine mentioned St. Patrick's Day. It's a festival I don't care for much myself, as it tends to bring out the worst elements of my compatriots. I recommend against ever coming to Dublin for St. Patrick's Day. Not unless you want to witness a warzone without going to Gaza or Iraq. It's fine the rest of the time. Well, usually. one more thing - if you live in Ireland will you join me in trying to take over the ie-indie mailing list? There aren't enough indie fans subbed to it, and too many musos from Dublin's chin-stroking scene. You can sign up here: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ie-indie mmm, this post is a bit disjointed. but such is life. 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 kenneth.chu at xxx.org Wed Mar 19 15:31:04 2003 From: kenneth.chu at xxx.org (kenneth.chu at xxx.org) Date: Wed, 19 Mar 2003 15:31:04 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Great picnicing days are over? Message-ID: This morning all the crappiness in the world disappeared. In my head it did anyway. Actually it was a little bit chaotic in my head this morning becuase it had a lot of lager in it, but after a long big wee, it was all fine, and I walk outside it was sunny, and warm, and I took my walkman with me, in it was a tape of old songs that was dad's car tape! Delilah by Tom Jones has never sounded so good. It is lovely. Lull before a big storm, maybe, but I don't care the sun is out today. Dirty Vicar said that the great sinister meetup days are behind us. But he obviously didn't know about the APRIL SINISTER FEST! which is happening in April, the 5th and the 6th, because it's going to be Excellent. Already have confirmed attendances from Brighton! Portsmouth! Sheffield! Red'ill! Nottingham! Norfolk! and London! Wow! It's gonna be great, and some kind sinisters have offered floor spaces for the night so we can fit more people in yet!! So sinisters from afar, come! And there might be extra FUN THINGS happening on Saturday night in the pipeline (e.g. DANCING!), so watch this space! | | V Okay, you can stop watching now (for now) Ken ********************************************************************** This email and any files transmitted in it are confidential and intended solely for the person or entity to whom they are addressed. If you have received this email in error please notify the UCLH Mail Administrator at mail.administrator at uclh.org. This footnote confirms that the email and attachments contained no viruses when they left UCLH. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 javiersson at xxx.com Wed Mar 19 20:44:06 2003 From: javiersson at xxx.com (Javier Garcia) Date: Wed, 19 Mar 2003 20:44:06 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Just a thought.... Message-ID: Hi, I just wanted to share with you my feelings at the moment. I was just listening to B&S's "We rule the school", and a few words from the lyric catched my attention: "Do something pretty while you can". I hate talking about politics (I'd rather talk about music ;-) but I I think that the leaders of the world should listen to this song more often. They're not doing something pretty at all with this war about to begin. I am ashamed, really. Everyone in the world should do at least two things every day: listen to one B&S song and fall in love. I hope this didn't bore you. Best wishes. //Javier _________________________________________________________________ MSN Compras: Veinte tiendas personales abiertas todo el día. http://www.msn.es/compras/ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 pjmiller at xxx.es Wed Mar 19 21:26:26 2003 From: pjmiller at xxx.es (Peter Miller) Date: Wed, 19 Mar 2003 22:26:26 +0100 Subject: Sinister: Sister Rosetta Parp: Your Place Or Mine? Message-ID: <001e01c2ee5e$381daa80$31a0253e@pjmillerwanadoo> I would quite like the new B&S record to sound like a Trevor Horn production from the early eighties. I think it would be a step in the right direction. But I doubt it will happen. I have it on good authority that TATU are not really lesbians at all. But they are partial to a bit of 'up the bum' sex. Makes you wonder, doesn't it? Well, it makes me wonder. It makes me wonder about the sweetness of pain. Another thing that makes me wonder about the sweetness of pain is moving house. I am moving house to Cambridge. It never fails to amaze me how difficult moving house actually is. I remember thinking that walking along a couple of streets with a suticase full of Penguin Classics was difficult. I saw this film called 'Sweet Sixteen'. You Scots are so cute! And those accents are adorable! My favourite character was Pinball, I really liked him, the wee fella. Well, I liked something about him. I liked the idea of him. He reminded me a lot of YOU to be honest. I am now searching for the ideal Lloyd Cole hair product. The best one I've found so far is 'Fibre Putty' or something by VO5. Two for the price of one at Boots. Check it out. WORD magazine refers to YOU LOT as 'the unwashed' in an article about vote-rigging. Nice to see everybody in London. Apparently Korfball is a cross between netball and rounders. Sounds a bit girlish for my liking. I'm looking forward to that Big Stu DVD. I hope it's full of Big Stu extras. I don't think 'the band don't see much of Isobel these days' is really good enough though. Today I saw David Moore and his lovely wife in Barcelona. They are very well, and we had a nice time. I just mention this in case you are their daughter and were wondering how they are getting on. 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 pinefox1 at xxx.com Wed Mar 19 22:08:47 2003 From: pinefox1 at xxx.com (P F) Date: Wed, 19 Mar 2003 14:08:47 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: Pick Up Your Feet, Fall In, Move Out Message-ID: <20030319220847.15352.qmail@web40410.mail.yahoo.com> For weeks they have said: once we're in a war, public support will swing behind it. I have never doubted this. That's one reason I have never appealed to the fact that 'the British people don't support this war'. The British People, whoever they are, did not set my political agenda in the miners' strike. Soon enough the slaughter may be naturalized. The conflagration we know to be wrong may seem to be granted legitimacy, not by law or argument, but by happening. 'The rational is the real' and vice versa: the difficulty of denying the actual. I fear for my instincts. I hope yours will not be dulled. A page in history turning: a new start. The US government apparently promises that after this, things will be different: they're going to be in charge, and do as they like. That will make a change. A new moral era. A grey gauze cast over the light of spring days, as we pass to another world founded on colossal crime. No world in which to live. I walk an early evening Oxford Street to see Evan Dando play. I have never seen such a crowd here. He starts with 'Eve of Destruction', a song I barely know but recognize enough. Today it electrifies. He goes into 'Rudderless', half the rest of Shame About Ray, tons more, rarely stopping for applause. He pauses for one speech in which he tells the truth about Dubya. The new Evan Dando record is marvellous. An amazing proportion of the songs are tuneful, touching, thoughtful. He's a sufficiently good lyricist to make baffling the old assertions about his stupidity. Yet at some level, for the first time, I feel what 9/11 made some people (and not me) feel: doubt about what all this can be worth; about where value can live, from now on. I walk back down towards Centre Point, imagining nuclear conflagrations set off by this unprovoked action. Last night a majority of the democratically elected representatives of the UK voted for it - voted to unload the most advanced military equipment in the history of our solar system, and probably our galaxy (to speculate beyond that level seems rash), upon a poor and weak nation which has been forced for months to destroy its weapons. A poor argument for democracy, these mad, bad fools, weak-minded yet all too strong. Westerns: if someone asks you for a fist-fight, you throw away your gun-belt. It insults cowboys to compare the US administration to them: that's what they want you think, and what crass half-thinking media encourage. The US administration insists that you drop your guns, so they can shoot you. If you don't drop them, they'll shoot you for not dropping them. If you drop them, they'll shoot you because you're unarmed. I think of this coldly calculated insanity, and think of the shame that should burn in the heart of all those bad people who voted for this carnage, and the worse people who drafted it to suit their own calendar. What will survive of them is evil. __________________________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Platinum - Watch CBS' NCAA March Madness, live on your desktop! http://platinum.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 antipopconsortium at xxx.com Wed Mar 19 22:46:48 2003 From: antipopconsortium at xxx.com (Kieran Devaney) Date: Wed, 19 Mar 2003 22:46:48 +0000 Subject: Sinister: unplugged Message-ID: I wrote a wee while ago about returning to Birmingham and how that felt and all, and I suppose while this is undoubtedly all exaggeration given the fact that I�ve only been away from there for five or six weeks I got a chance to test out my theories last weekend when I actually went back. The train journey down there might�ve been the best bit if I think about it. Trains are great. It�s so nice to be able to see distant fields suffused with great globs of sunlight through gaps in the clouds while you remain in the shade. The skewiff spire of Chesterfield cathedral. All that. Home is luxuries though. A bag of pic n mix, roast beef flavour monster munch, which even vegetarians can eat and that new fanta which tastes a bit like sweetened sick, but is a really pleasant colour, stuff like that. I got the bus a couple of times and the thing that stood out most, more than ever, because it always did at least a bit was an old shop, long since closed down, that used to sell computer parts. The faded sign, still in the window, which used to be royal blue, but has gradually faded to a more appealing pastel shade bears the names in angular typefaces - what might nowadays be called retro-futurism � Amstrad, Atari, Spectrum, Commodore 64 all emblazoned in white across the window, and beneath them torn and yellowed net curtains half-hiding the bare interior. If you look closely inside you can see the dusty remains of shelves, and what might�ve been a counter in the corner, and who knows what visions of the future changed hands there all those years ago. I remember once, on the way home from town, a boy wearing one of those fashionable Atari tee shirts got on the bus and sat down in the seat right in front of me. The shirt was much too big for him, perhaps two or three sizes, the Atari logo in bright yellow on a forest green background. He was tall himself though, and awkward with it, the picture of gawkiness with cropped and thickly gelled black hair and thin-framed glasses, his movements were indecisive and he stumbled along the stationary bus before sitting down. His face was covered in acne, little peaks of white and yellow surrounded by vast drifts of red all spilling into each other and feeding off each other. Like a toadstool, or a forest. All this detail about him isn�t so important really, but it has stuck with me. I can picture him almost exactly, or at least I think I can, and I watched him as we trundled along, the little rhythmic glint of the sun on his frames through gaps in the buildings. The tee shirt looked like a concession, a treat, it was so pristine looking � how proud he must have been. I waited for us to get to the old computer parts shop, to see what his reaction would be. But as we passed, and I was quite sure he was looking directly at the place, he didn�t even blink, not one tiny hint of a nuance changed. How disappointing. Perhaps his mind was reeling at the sight of it, but he kept it hidden, I can�t rightly tell of course, but there was a potential clash there � perhaps it only existed in my own mind but I felt it deserved its own half-second of drama. And how irritating is it not to be able to know things? Does it ever bother you that there are things you will never know? Not just big important things either, but tiny trivial things too. When I was at school, and I tell you this by way of example, some teacher�s would make their classes put on house assemblies (if you�re not au fait with the house system then basically the school is split into chunks, usually four, though there were only three at my school, and each one is a house, they then play sports against each other. Every week on Wednesday mornings each house would have an assembly), they�d have to choose a topic and then perform a short talk on it in front of about a third of the school. This wasn�t a fun thing to do really � I had to do it myself once, though it was an entirely unremarkable event, I can�t even remember what our assembly was about. But this particular one does stick in my mind, if only for what happened after it. The assembly itself was given by a group of troublemakers from the year above me � you could tell they resented having to do the thing; so unenthusiastic were their utterances. The topic was school dinners, the relative merits thereof and they half-heartedly presented the various well-worn clich�s and jokes, anything else would have reeked of effort I suppose. But the rubbishness of the assembly is not really the point, they were all rubbish really, even if the speakers were actually interested in the topic they had chosen. I recall one on Pok�mon cards a few years ago which was unintentionally hilarious � it�s probably best not to devote a section to ad-libbing about your favourite cards, that�s a tip for you all in case you�re ever in a similar situation. But anyway, one the way out of the assembly hall you had to pass through quite a narrow doorway, which was a squeeze even if there were two of you, so getting a whole third of the school through meant that there was usually a bit of a wait before you could leave. This occasion was no different, and as I stood there waiting I lazily eavesdropped on the people in front of me � it turned out that they both knew one of the people who had given the assembly, and so most of the discussion was devoted to how crap he had been and how much they were going to insult him when they next saw him. Fair enough. Then, as we approached the doorway one of them turned to the other and stepping forward a little way, so as to be the next people through once a gap emerged he said �You know, the real problem with school dinners is�� and with that they both pushed through the throng and were gone, while I stood stranded just yards from where the end of the sentence was now being said. Now, thinking realistically, what he actually ended up saying was probably not that interesting or insightful � after all, how interesting can the topic of school dinners conceivably get? But, stricken there amongst the people clamouring to get through the doors, and too frail and small to push my way past I thought the worst thing that you can think in such a situation: �I�m never going to know what the end of that sentence is, and it�s going to bother me forever�. And, well, here I am some seven or eight years later writing about it. I went out last Wednesday night to see a friend of a friend DJ at this awful gothical rock night club and although the music was decent � he even played a couple of B&S tunes for me (if I worried about such things this is where I would put a cheery note saying something like �See?! Content!), there was virtually no one there, only fifteen or so people, which sort of put a dampers on things. Now, the night out isn�t really the important thing. Because of high taxi fares and the fact that I live on the other side of Birmingham from all the people I was with that night I decided to go back with them, which I duly did and stayed the night at my friend�s house. That�s not the important bit either. Next morning in the kitchen of this rather plush house I was sitting with another friend, who had also stayed over � I�m not mentioning names not out of any desire to maintain anonymity or anything really, they both have the same name and things just tend to get confusing anyway. But there we were � the fact that the house is �rather plush� is something you should hold onto, it will become more significant a bit later. So, we were sitting there, just having a chat and in walks my friend�s mother. Now, I don�t really know her and I imagine she probably resents the fact that her children invite so many strangers to come and stay without consulting her first, but she was breezy and pleasant enough to us. I suppose you have to be. Anyway we chatted with her for a while and she mentioned that she had a new car, or well, she corrected herself, second hand, not new � you know. We nodded. Taking up the thread I mentioned that my dad had a new car too � he can�t shut up about it - I added jovially. Perhaps I jumped in with that a little too quickly, or perhaps my tone was accidentally condescending, or perhaps she had inferred something from my mannerisms, perhaps my awkwardness or awkward over-politeness, I can�t say, but in that instant as I was saying that innocent little sentence and a half she flashed me a contemptuous look that so took me aback that I stumbled over the last few words. She checked herself though and asked what sort of car it was, I told her and told her how old it is as well. Oh. She seemed unsure what to say next and swiftly changed the subject. But in that moment where she looked at me, as though I was in some way trying to somehow belittle her, I wanted to show her my house over the other side of Birmingham. Perhaps coming downstairs on a Sunday afternoon into the living room, my mum by the window doing the ironing, a bit pile of crumpled washing around her, the football results on the telly, my dad and my brothers draped variously across the settees, eyes fixed. Toys and stuff strewn across the floor, the lunch things still not cleared away, the stale, dry heat from the iron and the glutinous churn of the classified results, the lethargic looks on my siblings� faces. I wanted to show her all that, just briefly, wanted her to know. In truth those grim Sunday afternoons spent in stasis, where escape outside, whatever the weather, or back upstairs were all I could opt for are the only times I can honestly say I don�t like living at home. But my friends mother looking at me like that in the pristine kitchen of her spacious home, her new car parked in the driveway next to her husband�s as though I were passing judgement on her, as though I were scorning all that � I wanted her to see differently, to see the truth. And it�s not a case of who�s most hard done by, because how pathetic would that be? It�s pretty pathetic anyway I suppose. Perhaps I feel most sorry for my dad, almost turned gloating villain of the piece either goggle-eyed in front of the football in our stuffy living room or in the mind of my friend�s mum, lording it up over his new motor, or whatever it was she thought. A constant war, wrote David Hare, a war of attrition. We should keep that in mind. And then today I felt entirely disorientated by things. There was yet another anti-war protests organised by the student committee today, more chants of �Warfare? Welfare!� and the like rang aloud as I came out of my lecture today, and then they started marching up towards town. I was on the way there myself so I followed them at some distance; they were walking in the road, blocking the traffic. I couldn�t sympathise with them � they got in the way of a sticky bus full of people going to Halfway (I didn�t get that joke until one such bus almost hit me the other day). And then halfway up the road they all sat down, but only for a few seconds, egged on by shopkeepers and passers by, drawn out by the sunlight and the noise. I sort of know one of the organisers of these protests � his name is Jethro, I�m sure he wont mind me mentioning it. I can�t imagine he has much time for the interweb anyway, besides indymedia dot org. He stood for union president just last week actually, but was beaten by the captain of the rugby team. So it goes. And yes, there he was at the head of the line, megaphone in hand, leading the chant � �I say warfare�� etc, but I couldn�t summon up the energy to get involved, not that I don�t think protesting is a good thing � quite the opposite really, but I felt as though the focus of that today was not my own. The focus has shifted. And I couldn�t match Jethro in his boundless enthusiasm � I kept losing my train of thought and wondering if his dippy parents (that�s an assumption by the way, I�m sure his parents are very nice people) had so named him after top prog rockers Jethro Tull. I sort of hope so. It can�t have been after top Cornish comedian Jethro I wouldn�t have thought so. He fascinates me anyway; he�s like a cartoon character in that he always dresses in the same regulation clothes, grey fleece top and black drainpipe jeans. The top has the flag of Norway on the shoulder of one of the sleeves, perhaps both. He tops off the ensemble with a Eurohike bag decorated with a couple of Socialist Worker badges, bits and pieces like that. But on went the march with whistles and giggles and chants and banners being waved and I followed them along the road reading the banners and watching the people, but still something seemed faintly unsavoury about it. The focus, as I say. But I don�t think I could put my finger on how it has shifted, or from what to what. Perhaps it�s just the sense that the ace card has now been dealt, perhaps it�s not that the protests or protesters have changed but that circumstances have changed, but the protests stay the same. How they�re supposed to resolve this is beyond me I�m afraid. I followed the up into town anyway, this hazy sense of unease with me and they filed past the various shoppers and so forth, including a guy who�s often knocking around Sheffield � quite old he is, and he wears one of those luminous yellow jackets, the sort that cyclists wear to stop cars hitting them and he carries a placard saying �Repent and Turn to God�, or words to that effect. Past him and everyone they went and stopped, appropriately, at a place called the Peace Gardens. I wandered around for a bit, still unable to put my finger on quite what had irked me about the protesters. I got charged 65p for a can of Coke. It was such a lovely day too. It was one of those days where, if you�re at school, you can take your jacket off and walk home with your shirt hanging out, and it�s probably still just a little bit chilly to be going around with just a shirt on, but the principle of the thing is more important so you dare not put your jacket back on, lest winter return. I saw a good few schoolkids doing that today, there�s little more satisfying. There were a few still with their coats on though. But before that I sat in the sun outside Virgin Records and waited for my friend to turn up. Which he didn�t actually, but it was ok because we rescheduled for a bit later. In other news I now have a ticket to see popular Scottish band Belle and Sebastian in concert. And I�m going to the London thing in April. Words cannot express my excitement. Maybe I�ll get to meet you there. - Kieran _________________________________________________________________ MSN Messenger - fast, easy and FREE! http://messenger.msn.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 m.brading at xxx.uk Thu Mar 20 02:33:29 2003 From: m.brading at xxx.uk (Mark Brading) Date: Thu, 20 Mar 2003 02:33:29 -0000 Subject: Sinister: Only the dead fish go with the flow Message-ID: <001201c2ee89$17dffa40$0200a8c0@ic.ac.uk> Hello everyone, I have been lurking for far too long. Or rather... I have been lurking. What is the longest anyone has been reading the list; enjoying the list; without posting? Your posts have been brightening up my day for a long while now, & I feel really bad that my first post is going to disagree with most of the people on the list... ...so lets have some B&S content before we get down to business. I heard State I Am In on the radio, when they were offering Tigermilk for £8 if you sent an SAE. I wrote a cheque but never sent it. Idiot. Later, my girlfriend took me to the Shepherds Bush gig. It was dire - and I fell in love, with the girl, and with the band. After a while, I was head over heals in love with both, so I asked the girl to marry me... she said no. She went off with a German maths student - it was for the best, I was infatuated rather than in love. But B&S never went away, and I have been in love ever since. I have tickets for Glasgow... I'm counting the days. So, back to the matter in hand. Saddam had until 1am this morning to leave Iraq, or face war. In fact, even if he left, the US were going to attack anyway. Our government voted last night to allow our troops to take part in an invasion of Iraq against international law. Against global, nevermind domestic, opinion. Against a lack of evidence that Iraq has weapons that could attack anyone within 20 miles, nevermind 2000... And I support that invasion. Yes, I know this isn't a popular view on this list, but I support the war. I believe that Tony Blair is an intelligent man, and much as I may disagree with his domestic tactics, I think he's a good and just politician, and if he believes (and is prepared to stake his career) on this war, then I will support him. I hate war. I hate violence. I abhor the idea that we are, inevitably, about to kill innocent people. But I believe that if we stand by, then more innocent people will die. Given the chance, Saddam would destroy the world, as long as he was left in control of the ashes. I don't believe we are after oil, I don't believe we are after power. I believe we are after peace. The question is not 'should we go to war' - that's academic now. The question is 'what should we do when we win?'. To quote people more intelligent than me (and I'm not talking about Spiderman) - 'With great power comes great responsibility'. Whatever happens to Iraq now is in our hands. Let's hope we don't mess it up. Sorry to post so off-topic, and so controversial. But by the time you read this we'll probably be at war, and I thought that needed marking by somebody. May angels and ministers of grace defend us. Mark +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 purpletrousers at xxx.com Thu Mar 20 08:10:07 2003 From: purpletrousers at xxx.com (jim taylor) Date: Thu, 20 Mar 2003 08:10:07 -0000 Subject: Sinister: "It does worry me when anybody gets killed, but life has to go on." Message-ID: this post was titled "*no apologies", until i heard a London commuter interviewed on TV just say this. priceless. killed? life? I want to write about other things. but i can't. "Music has a role to play in spreading the word of peace. I think it is a case of using music to articulate something that you don't find articulated in the mainstream media. The most important thing it does is create a community of dissent. You realise you are not the only person who feels completely opposed to the war. Or, there are a lot of people out there who feel ambiguous about it, and hopefully coming along to a march or hearing the songs might help them to make a conscious decision to oppose the war. That is the experience that I have had." jim predictably quotes a lefty singer (b.bragg). and wonders what songs we'll hear in glasgow. how overtly B&S will be influenced by events. there. almost non-war content. I've been doing lots of thinking about attitudes to the US and UK, and as i think i've suggested before, about how just as it is ridiculously fundamentalist to hate the US or UK, it is similarly simplistic to be 'proud' of the same. The US media/?public/corporate pressure against stars such as Martin Sheen and the Dixie Chicks etc etc speaking out scares me a little. How nobody was *allowed* to say anything at the one award ceremony by TV station bosses. I know its the corporate end of things, but one of the many issues that rankles is freeing the iraqi people to have human rights when things smell less free than they could be in the US. Clearly rights are enshrined in constitution etc, but how far are we from mccarthyism? (i'll save you the links re these but can provide). I'm proud B&S speak their views, and are able to. It felt good to be walking around Hackney (London) today seeing so many badges, posters in windows in people's homes, shops etc, knowing how many people have been bothered to express opposition to war. A greek colleague was speaking about London's merits including its liberal atmosphere. I have mixed feelings about my dirty inner city borough, but am looking to part-buy a house in it which is remarkably grown up. and expensive. Back in 2001 Liz Daplyn eloquently typed "Vandalised bus shelters are, conversely, not reminiscent of comforting blankets at all. They can be startlingly beautiful, though, what with scattered cubes of safety glass scattered around ('Hackney diamonds', I read somewhere) or crazed mandala patterns radiating from the focal points of not-quite-hard-enough blows and looking like imitations of gorgeous spiderwebs laid down by secret crafty hands. But it might just be me that likes them." This 'Hackney Diamond' thing sticks in your head. I walk passed said gems i think every day i go to work. that phrase has unusually limpet like properties. I mentioned it to my cousin who has since reproduced (also quite a grown up thing, and entirely irrelevant) and he spontaneously volunteered it's a ditty he can't help but be reminded of when he sees them. My plan is to eventually produce the next volume (booklet) of patients' poetry (i work in mental health) and use this as a bit of a concept for the work (hard, sharp, broken, precious etc etc you get the picture) maybe the title. So a very delayed thanks to Liz for the inspiration for that one. There aren't many good things about this whole thing. The awareness that my dear leader seems to have forced in the 'kids' [that skipped school and demonstrated around the country yesterday] may encourage a generation to take a greater interest in democracy. On cheerier notes, given the peace to enjoy it (or lack thereof and a need to resort to it) we live in a remarkably world, with some gorgeous music (+people & gestures.) I'm looking forward to a trip to Glasgee to see B&S folk and of course the gig. As well as hopefully the non-ATP-gathering: wonderful as i'll be getting corner-of-the-camber-sands-queen-vic-pub withdrawal symptoms round about then. I believe protesting now is as important as ever. looking at the bigger picture [and how think how remarkably quickly much of this will be forgotten for a majority] making as much noise and opposition makes it harder to resort to final measures such as military action in the future. I don't necessarily agree with the idea that you do things because you have to do *something* (though can relate to that) and like the fact people are considering the value of their actions. I've been tear gassed and risked riot police beatings at a demo overseas because it seemed the right thing to do, but in retrospect it achieved little beyond being a story to tell and was possibly foolish. Saturday in London (and throughout the UK i assume), will be peaceful and very important. I can only speak for myself in stating i feel i have a moral responsibility to be out on the street to represent my view. simple as that. and i like the fact that through sinister i know others that will do the same worldwide. as long as people like Mark have thought about their view (which he clearly has) then i think that's great. I haven't actually been able to find anyone that supports the war, so i was intrigued to read a non-print pro-war view. For me Robin Cook's rather skilful speech resignation speech summed it up. It's linked below in my original knee jerk rant. I didn't realise why road traffic was so bad as i noticed it, walking, the end of this afternoon. It's likely it was shoolkids blocking junctions, which allowing for a bit of majority influence/peer pressure/fashionable thing to do, means some young folk caring about what happens in the world. I'm usually more likely to be scared by hard kids. Makes a very nice change. Suggestions are it won't be as big on saturday as the 1 or 2 million, but i'm looking forward to seeing fellow B&S peaceniks on the march on saturday in London, get in touch to join us. So feel free to ignore the below bit (he naively hoped folk got this far!), which i wrote when i woke up at 5am. With a bit of the above content, it felt a bit *too* ranty on its own, but not irrelevant. It made me post to sinister, this here world event. What fascinating times we live in. i suppose i don't know where else i'd be (indulgently?) expressing myself. I can agree with Mark that Blair is doing what he thinks is right. But the trouble for me is, the wrong thing for the right reasons, that doesn't feel much better than Bush's wrong thing for not quite so honourable reasons. (again see rumsfeldy link below). It would be a marginally more hard argument to win if we (?Bush) hadn't set ourselves arbitrarily early deadlines and given Blix time. Hello sinister. music, i know. music and life though. x - - - - - - *see prior explanations/justifications/blah blah. Phew. I'm sleeping better in my bed tonight knowing that Saddam is less of a threat to my life than he was 4 hours ago. Except i'm not. I'm awake. I woke up to a looped shot of one cruise missile being fired in the dark. Did somebody say media orgy? And i'm consuming. http://www.indymedia.org/ provides some interesting alternative dishes, such as the link to PENTAGON THREATENS TO KILL INDEPENDENT REPORTERS IN IRAQ http://homepage.eircom.net/~gulufuture/news/kate_adie030310.htm. Thinking of alternative sources of information. The B&S fan in baghdad has his own blog http://dear_raed.blogspot.com/ OK i'm predictably lying (about the B&S fandom i assume), but he is a human being, and one who previously gave the best argument i've come across re: human shields... i did share the link with ian. the link never works for me (why?!), but googling + reading caches such as this does: http://www.google.co.uk/search?q=cache:4D9u9ReRWt0C:dear_raed.blogspot.com/+ raed&hl=en&ie=UTF-8 Oh hang on 5.14 am, official statement "this is not the start of war". Oh they're admitting it never stopped? No: Just an assassination attempt. Which is handy seeing as it seems the British military command didn't seem to know it was going to happen till it did. Robin Cook's Resignation speech Remember as a senior-ish cabinet member he had access to all those 'intelligence reports' that never existed. http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk_politics/2859431.stm re: motive The agenda that was aired up of course back in '98. Say no more.The Rumsfeld/Wolfowitz horse's mouth is contained herein. www.onlinejournal.com/Special_Reports/022003Leopold/022003leopold.html ~ p e a c e & love ~ jim LOW "you can't trust violence" +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 stephanowic at xxx.it Thu Mar 20 11:02:21 2003 From: stephanowic at xxx.it (=?iso-8859-1?Q?Stefano_[Steady-State]?=) Date: Thu, 20 Mar 2003 12:02:21 +0100 Subject: Sinister: =?iso-8859-1?Q?Reasons_to_be_proud_of?= Message-ID: Dear Sinister We tried. Some of us tried and we believed we could make it. We knew it was hard. But it was good to believe. It was good to have the feelings of being part of something big. Believing we could stop the country in which we are living, a country which in my case is not even my own one, if does any matter, to get into a reckless war. Being part of peaceful and democratic movement. We didn’t make it, apparently. Arrogance won, as it is often happening, but that shouldn’t stop us to show our disgust. If you feel like that, obviously. I used the word disgust, because I can’t find a better one: I actually feel disgusted, on about the opinion of the many is being ignored and neglected, or even branded as ‘lack of loyalty’ or ‘cowardly’ or worst. And what is supposed to be called braveness? Bombing a country which almost hasn’t got a ‘proper’ army. Facing it with the most powerful military display since the Vietnam war (something which shown with a kind of ‘bravado’ proud by the so-called alley alley to what?). They will be usually “brave” enough to drop bombs from the high sky, generally over people who are absolutely harmless, and have just the power to hope the bomb won’t hit they house today, and keep the hope it is not going to happen tomorrow or the day after. Something to be proud of. Really. Are call causalities. Such a good word to mean slaughter. Hospitals, school, water lines, power centrals, causalities, they say. And now they are telling from the radio that the their bomb are much brighter then before. Such a nonsense. And they call tall on day that those people were hiding chemical, biological and even nuclear weapon. (All weapons that the US have more than any other country. Disarm them please. I fe! el a bit scared.) This is all look so brave. You should be proud looking back at all the good we have done to the Iraqi and middle-eastern people. Really really proud. Really really brave. I just feel a bit disgusted, indeed. I feel like I want to shout loud, bu And a tiny bit disgusted. I hope that we can make a decent sinister delegation to the march which is going to take place on Saturday, the 22nd*. The proud I feel of buy part of our occidental democracy. Yes, we rule the school. Take care, yours Stefano * if you feel like you want to come along please drop a note of least I will really apreciate it >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I'll be careful when I drive 'cause I want to see her once before I die. ONQ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 20 17:44:29 2003 From: stoutrobin at xxx.com (robin stout) Date: Thu, 20 Mar 2003 17:44:29 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Oh no! We forgot granddad! Message-ID: I was never a spy in Baghdad; I never had dinner with The Dictator and his charming family, or washed my nervous hands in his bathroom. I never grew up under a Stalinist regime; never worried about arrest when I spoke my mind, never crumbled in the cellar as the bombs fell. I left my seat at the meeting of the New World Order empty; I never chose which nations would stand and which would fall, never dinted my compass on the map of history. In a world full of cats in boxes I won't even pretend to know what it's all about. Other people can tell you that if they want to. They seem to know. Instead, my advice for positive action now the war has begun is this: Find someone, call someone, hug someone, tell them you love them. Do that. Be good to someone. Be understanding and sympathetic. Let people know that the world isn't all hate and anger. Pretending to die in Jack Straw's garden won't do anyone any good. Sharing a biscuit with a someone on your lunch break will. ++ Miller spoke about "up the bum" sex: << Another thing that makes me wonder about the sweetness of pain is moving house. I am moving house to Cambridge. It never fails to amaze me how difficult moving house actually is. I remember thinking that walking along a couple of streets with a suitcase full of Penguin Classics was difficult. >> I spent the weekend helping my granddad move house. It was great fun. Me and me dad got to drive around in a big van and wear blue overalls and eat pie and chips. But Miller's right about how difficult moving house is. Over the years, my granddad seems to have become sentimentally attached to huge pieces of wood and sheets of corrugated iron, which he seems to think he might need in case he has to build a shed one day. It's always good to have these things just in case, apparently. Put them at the back of the van next to the bedside cabinet, would you? I tried to move a suitcase full of Penguin Classics once. Those expensive chocolate bars really are heavy. I remember thinking I should have filled it up with Sports Biscuits instead. ++ Did Ken's Dream win, Carsmile? I wasn't paying attention, I'm afraid. If it lived up to it's name, it probably just jumped about like a big pair of bouncing boobs. I'm off, Robin x [ by express delivery : http://www.superatomic.co.uk/blog ] _________________________________________________________________ Stay in touch with absent friends - get MSN Messenger http://messenger.msn.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 boyincorduroy at xxx.com Thu Mar 20 19:16:12 2003 From: boyincorduroy at xxx.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mark=20Casarotto?=) Date: Thu, 20 Mar 2003 19:16:12 +0000 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: and the snow has stopped falling, falling, falling In-Reply-To: <200303200233.CAA26017@missprint.org> Message-ID: <20030320191612.33320.qmail@web10411.mail.yahoo.com> Hey Sinister, War: what is it good for? Well, historically, the commencement of conflict has dramatically boosted the stock market, so now may be good time to pile back into shares. You heard it here first! Secondly, The Dirty Vicar was pretty much spot on when he talked about the good ol' days of Sinister meet-ups. Which makes me wonder what we can do to make some of that magic return. As you all know, Ken has been selling the April 5/6 weekend in London like a hyperactive Swiss Toni - A Sinister picnic is very much like making love to a beautiful woman, etc. In fact, on past performance, quite a lot of Sinister picnics have ended up quite literally like that. So. People who've never been to a picnic before - come along, bring friends for reinforcements, bring savoury foodstuffs for the good of the masses, bring a willing pair of legs (to climb the hill, for a start, and to play fitba!). I think that was all I have to say, really. I'm currently wondering what to do today, my 4th last in Denver before returning home to London (*sticks out bottom lip*), as the 30 inches of snow that's fallen over the last two days is only just beginning to thaw, and Sarah's car is almost invisible under it, and we don't have a shovel. Boo! So I'll leave dear Sinister to its usual machinations. Fuck Bush, fuck him with knives. See you all later. 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 sinkingpie at xxx.com Thu Mar 20 19:39:50 2003 From: sinkingpie at xxx.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?sinkingpie?=) Date: Thu, 20 Mar 2003 19:39:50 +0000 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: How many people are feeling sinister now? Message-ID: <20030320193950.98785.qmail@web10006.mail.yahoo.com> "How many times must the cannonballs fly, before they're forever banned" I feel an apology is in order to everyone, because this is another post that may slightly more than touch on the subject of war. My views on this much discussed subject are simple. It seems to me that intentionally taking away the life of another human being is fundamentally wrong (certainly if they're unwilling, we can save euphanasia debates for a rainy day). Forget about hypocritical politicians, forget about oil, the simple fact is that people will die. By this, I mean all of the people that will die. Including those doing the killing in the first place. A lot of people took part in both protests, and "protests" today where I live. During breaktime at school a number of people from other schools showed up, presumably in an attempt to increase their numbers (I suspect this may have been a "protest" rather than a protest). This didn't please the staff at my school much, neither did the ensuing attempt by a fairly small number of people deciding not to attend lessons. I do feel that these gestures were more to get out of lessons than due to an actual opposition to war, although that is of course a generalisation, and I'm sure some of the people were very genuine. Three fire engines showed up shortly after this, after someone decided that setting the fire alarm off would be an excellent idea for a protest. I wasn't entirely convinced, and I have to think that a lesson on gas-liquid chromatography may have been more useful... Reading through what I've just written, I fear I may not actually have said much, so I apologise for that. But I do think its important for everyone to let people know how they feel. Just hopefully in a more appropriate way than setting fire alarms off (rumours also suggested that protestors set fire to BHS, although I think that may be from rather unreliable sources, and quite what anit-war protestors have against BHS I don't know. any ideas anyone?). Finally, on an entirely unrelated note, Ballboy are playing on John Peel tonight, and I do suggest that listening may be enjoyable (this isn't as unrelated to B&S as it may first appear, allow me to explain. Ballboy are fairly heavily influenced by hefner, and an early hefner single (or EP?) had someone from B&S (can't quite remember who) playing keyboards on the B-side. a tenuous link I agree). Thanks for reading this, its a nice feeling that I may have shared my views with some other people (even if no-one reads this, I'll think they have). Perhaps our representatives in london will have a sudden change of heart. We live in hope. The answer is blowing in the wind. __________________________________________________ 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 idleberry at xxx.com Thu Mar 20 21:32:41 2003 From: idleberry at xxx.com (idleberry) Date: Thu, 20 Mar 2003 13:32:41 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: pointless pondering Message-ID: <20030320213241.68338.qmail@web41107.mail.yahoo.com> It was a really lovely day today. I felt quite lazy, even though there were things to do. There are always things to do, even when I'm not wanting things to do. But its coming towards the end now, and the elections are finally visable on the metaphorical horizon. I've decided to take some time off work during dissolution, and head down south to Englandshire, and holiday like its 1983. Woo hoo. I know how to have a good time. The kids were out on the streets again today. Recently, its been like walking through the middle of the Festival in August, when nipping out for lunch. Only with horses - real ones with wee visors, rather than pantomine ones. I read Casarottos post, and may I just remind you: Picnics are not big and not clever, but hell, they're fun. And may I also remind you of Lucy, the punkin' instigator, and her idea of the pre-gig picnic for May the 17th in Glasgow. Soap, optional*. I was sitting on the train the other day, and as the train pulled into this rather nice little station I saw something. The station isn't in the nicest part of town, just one of those little suburby areas, that is neither on the verge of town or city. Where the shops consist of bathroom suites, furniture and mortgage lenders. It had a little white picket fence around the station, which I always thought was a rather quaint touch. And there was this man, with his pink thingy out, taking a slash. I looked before I had chance to turn my head in disgust. Why do men have to pee outdoors? Is it some caveman territorial marking thing? Whats the point in having urinals in toilets indoors, when they always end up going outdoors anyway? Maybe its out of consideration for the people who work in places and have to clean the toilets. But I wish he could have gone behind a bush or something, so I didn't have to see it. I've been trying to get hold of an Aislers Set record, from somewhere. My local record shops don't seem to stock it. Grr. I apologise. I'm rambling now and I've become dull in my old age. love idles *Its Glasgow, afterall. 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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 shiplore at xxx.com Thu Mar 20 21:04:15 2003 From: shiplore at xxx.com (Jeff Burke) Date: Thu, 20 Mar 2003 16:04:15 -0500 Subject: Sinister: Moral uncertainty? Message-ID: Sorry for another war post if you get aggravated please stop here.... I'm always envious of everyone who protest or debate and has such a strong opinion about this whole Iraq mess. because I've been so wavering it's very disheartening. People say killing and violence are bad and they are. but what would you do if you saw a little kid being kicked by some roughs. You'd try to stop it. even if you had to hurt the roughs. Now i'm not saying that that analogy is appropiate for this topic but the idea behind it is. The idea that sometimes other people force you to violence. I wasn't thrilled about this from the begining because I don't really believe in the current administration, but oddly enough I was comforted by Tony Blair supporting it.. He's labour and he's always been accused of waffling (much like clinton was unjustly accused of) but he's really showing the courage of his convictions despite the serious risk if not the death of his political career. The Opposition from other governments didn't bother me either. I could explain away the french very easily as they'd be losing access to alot of very cheap oil. This war in iraq could cause problems for the US for years and years (say if the "new" country elects a fundamentalist leader) or it could actually stablize the region a little (if they elect a moderate democratic leader). either way afterward the iraqi oil should go to the iraqi people I don't think i'd lose any sleep if Saddam Hussein was arrestted or killed. He's more than shown his disregard for the human race. so at it's heart the goal of removing his government isn't one I can opposed harshly enough to protest against. Maybe i'm overly idealistic but i believe the US and UK armed forces aren't out to kill civillians. And please don't simplifiy arguements by chanting no blood for oil. This isn't an empire expanding exercise to gain more oil. there's plenty of oil in alaska and texas that the US hasn't even touched yet.. (thou' bush wants to drill in alaska bad bad) As much as I dislike Bush I do think he sees a wealthy (and that's where the oil comes in) Saddam Hussein as a threat, it might be wrong, Saddam Hussein might only be a threat to his own people, or his neighbors (If it came down to waiting for Iraq to invade a neighbor again I'd surely vote to wait...but then again I don't live in a neighboring country) but he's shown a psychotic side to him that wouldn't make it a stretch for him to sell very bad weapons who would use him, even if he wouldn't use them himself. There's book i read called "special providence" by Walter Russell Mead.. it's an interesting take on US foreign Policy and it breaks it up in four ways Jeffersonian - Leave the world alone, let's all farm and produce what we need without interphering or interacting with the rest of the world. very Isolationist.. My comments --this aspect is really deeply embedded in the psyche of americans, but it hasn't been used in practice since before World War I Jacksonian - The world is a bad place, people are out to get us, we must strike preemptively at threats to our way of life. MC -- this is what's going on now, September 11 really shocked alot of politicians mainly already conservative ones but Blair is an example of it's effect on liberal ones as well. This is the motivation in my opinion for the current Iraq war. Hamiltonian -- We need to encourage global trade and commerce and need to protect our interests abroad if they are threatened but main we should keep to ourselves. MC -- this is mainly what policy the US follows historically. Clinton was this with a bit of the next... Wilsonian -- We live by the best system in the world, we need to spread free market democracy everywhere we can, encourage it to grown and challenge it's opponents.. MC-- by far the most idealistic, helping the underdog ETC... I'm not sure why i'm rambling on like this... I know it doesn't make sense.. I've always been someone to try to consider all the other view points. and in this case I can't intrinsicly say which is right and which is wrong. .I guess in this world there's too much gray. thanks for reading if you...did. I'd love to hear from you.. sorry for clogging bandwidth. peace jeff. >From: sinkingpie >Reply-To: sinkingpie >To: sinister at missprint.org >Subject: Sinister: How many people are feeling sinister now? >Date: Thu, 20 Mar 2003 19:39:50 +0000 (GMT) >MIME-Version: 1.0 >Received: from mc9-f13.bay6.hotmail.com ([65.54.166.20]) by >mc9-s4.bay6.hotmail.com with Microsoft SMTPSVC(5.0.2195.5600); Thu, 20 Mar >2003 11:42:24 -0800 >Received: from mail3.atl.registeredsite.com ([64.224.219.77]) by >mc9-f13.bay6.hotmail.com with Microsoft SMTPSVC(5.0.2195.5600); Thu, 20 Mar >2003 11:42:23 -0800 >Received: from missprint.org (missprint.org [216.122.88.147])by >mail3.atl.registeredsite.com (8.12.8/8.12.6) with ESMTP id >h2KJeKvT009247;Thu, 20 Mar 2003 14:42:20 -0500 >Received: from localhost (missprin at localhost)by missprint.org (8.9.3/8.9.3) >with SMTP id TAA24679;Thu, 20 Mar 2003 19:40:11 GMT >Received: by missprint.org (bulk_mailer v1.9); Thu, 20 Mar 2003 19:39:54 >+0000 >Received: (from missprin at localhost)by missprint.org (8.9.3/8.9.3) id >TAA24614for a66403198; Thu, 20 Mar 2003 19:39:53 GMT >X-Message-Info: BVVQfv+dWoNGDvYIfOP2i6xEeqwdXnfJ >Message-ID: <20030320193950.98785.qmail at web10006.mail.yahoo.com> >Sender: owner-sinister at missprint.org >List-Id: "Sinister Mailing List" >List-Help: , > >List-Unsubscribe: > >List-Subscribe: >List-Post: >List-Archive: >List-Owner: >X-Organisation: Miss Print's Printing House >X-List: Sinister >x-mailing-list: sinister at majordomo.net >Return-Path: owner-sinister at missprint.org >X-OriginalArrivalTime: 20 Mar 2003 19:42:24.0046 (UTC) >FILETIME=[D45614E0:01C2EF18] > >"How many times must the cannonballs fly, before >they're forever banned" > >I feel an apology is in order to everyone, because >this is another post that may slightly more than touch >on the subject of war. > >My views on this much discussed subject are simple. It >seems to me that intentionally taking away the life of >another human being is fundamentally wrong (certainly >if they're unwilling, we can save euphanasia debates >for a rainy day). Forget about hypocritical >politicians, forget about oil, the simple fact is that >people will die. By this, I mean all of the people >that will die. Including those doing the killing in >the first place. > >A lot of people took part in both protests, and >"protests" today where I live. During breaktime at >school a number of people from other schools showed >up, presumably in an attempt to increase their numbers >(I suspect this may have been a "protest" rather than >a protest). This didn't please the staff at my school >much, neither did the ensuing attempt by a fairly >small number of people deciding not to attend lessons. >I do feel that these gestures were more to get out of >lessons than due to an actual opposition to war, >although that is of course a generalisation, and I'm >sure some of the people were very genuine. > >Three fire engines showed up shortly after this, after >someone decided that setting the fire alarm off would >be an excellent idea for a protest. I wasn't entirely >convinced, and I have to think that a lesson on >gas-liquid chromatography may have been more useful... > >Reading through what I've just written, I fear I may >not actually have said much, so I apologise for that. >But I do think its important for everyone to let >people know how they feel. Just hopefully in a more >appropriate way than setting fire alarms off (rumours >also suggested that protestors set fire to BHS, >although I think that may be from rather unreliable >sources, and quite what anit-war protestors have >against BHS I don't know. any ideas anyone?). > >Finally, on an entirely unrelated note, Ballboy are >playing on John Peel tonight, and I do suggest that >listening may be enjoyable (this isn't as unrelated to >B&S as it may first appear, allow me to explain. >Ballboy are fairly heavily influenced by hefner, and >an early hefner single (or EP?) had someone from B&S >(can't quite remember who) playing keyboards on the >B-side. a tenuous link I agree). > >Thanks for reading this, its a nice feeling that I may >have shared my views with some other people (even if >no-one reads this, I'll think they have). Perhaps our >representatives in london will have a sudden change of >heart. We live in hope. > >The answer is blowing in the wind. > >__________________________________________________ >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. 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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 hobart at xxx.uk Thu Mar 20 22:29:22 2003 From: hobart at xxx.uk (ian) Date: Thu, 20 Mar 2003 22:29:22 -0000 Subject: Sinister: only shades of grey Message-ID: <003801c2ef30$6e4e7760$0a4a87d9@default> unchallenged opinion is a dangerous thing. far too easily, it can masquerade as fact. all eyes gaze east. apart from those of the japanese, who bow to their buddhas and turn westerwards, regarding a thousand miles of air, perhaps reminding themselves, as only the japanese can, of what a bombing raid can lead to. all eyes gaze east. apart from those huddled underground in bomb shelters, apart from those staring across their city at distant fires and wondering how close the next one will be. i talk of the world crashing in on me. i wish i could escape the war. poor me. i'm sick of it being everywhere i turn. poor me. but i can. i can turn my television off, i can stop reading my sinister mail, i can close my ears to the conversations around me. and i can go to my yoga class, as normal, and tell myself i'm connecting to the universe. its easy to get disheartened, and count your curses. right now, i feel like one of the luckiest people on the planet. i'm well-fed, i'm sheltered. i'm safe. i live in a democracy, where people are free to protest against the government without being abducted and tortured. they flew a banner for peace from the clock tower at birmingham university. you can see 'old joe' for miles, a great academic phallus piercing the selly oak skyline. its been a while since anybody climbed the phallus. a few years back, two korean students climbed the spiral staircase, and flew from the rooftop. bad exam results. it was the end of their world. now, the tower is locked, or so they told us. but the banner flew anyway. a testament to impossibility, perhaps. echoing those impossible hopes of those who want the war ended. but who was looking at birmingham? we look east, at the other testaments to impossibility. iraqi missiles that, officially, do not exist were dropped on kuwait. disarmed? did you really believe that, for a second?? cameras gobble images greedily, and project them for their gruesomely fascinated audience around the world. we settle down to watch, aware that this will be the most captivating show of the last year, six months and nine days. in between bulletins - soft drinks; lip stick; cream that visibly reduces wrinkles injust nine days!.. we can buy anything we want. we can buy entertainment. and what entertainment! the images are not as exciting as those of eighteen months ago. a few fires, shown in infra-red... we're used to bigger and better, these days. we want collapsing towers. but we're told that this is just the beginning. stay tuned. we'll be back right after these commercials. you learn nothing from watching explosions.. look elsewhere: a four-year-old girl, the daughter of a man who had worked for Saddam's psychopathic son Uday. When the man fell under suspicion, he fled to the Kurdish safe haven in the north. The police came for his wife and tortured her to reveal his whereabouts; when she didn't break, they took his daughter and crushed her feet. She was 2 then. Today, she wears metal braces on her legs, and can only hobble.* This is a regime that will gouge out the eyes of children to force confessions from their parents and grandparents.* the man with the megaphone chastised us for not taking action. he shouted that if schoolchildren, so much younger than us, could see that war was wrong, we as wiser, more experienced adults could surely see the same. an odd argument. i saw so many things as a child. everything was clear. i knew i was right. in a child, this is acceptable. an adult should know more of subtlety, of uncertainty. any adult that is assured of their own correctness is a dangerous person. bush and blair are the real monsters, the man with the megaphone told me. i thought of the iraqi women violated with broken glass to extract confessions from their husbands. but i said nothing. you can't shout at a man with a megaphone. you can't attempt reasoned argument with someone with such certainty. i should have laughed in his face, but i felt too angry. inflammatory times feed inflammatory language. people talk of hate, of evil. people mutter about the stupidity of those who do not agree with them. we'd like to think we're better here, but we're not. evil...i watched the series where a girl with a good stock of one-liners, a sharpened stake and a huge contract from loreal can save the world... with the help of her lesbian witch friend, of course. it may be presented as fantasy but it makes as much sense as anything else to me. hell, we aren't doing such a great job of saving it the conventional way.. a line from the show: 'evil is a part of us...its natural' and guess what i thought of? but you shouldn't trust your television. evil is a concept. a convenient word for someone who acts in a manner we cannot understand. like all concepts, it should never be confused with a reality. or should it? is it part of us? 600 or more people in a Parliament, and they voted for the bombs. its easy to shoot off invective, to foist absolutes upon them.. but they voted for their own reasons. something inside them believed. not in george bush, but in the wisdom of removing a torturer, a mass-murderer and a tyrant from power. evil? hateful? these are the words of ann clwyd - a woman who was fighting to make this a fairer world while most of us were in the crib, or the womb. http://www.parliament.the-stationery-office.co.uk/pa/cm200203/cmhansrd/cm030 read them. now compare her to saddam. blair is the real monster? blair is evil? absolutely. gassing ones own people pales into insignificance next to the introduction of tuition fees. i know... i know the real reason... but i can't accept your argument. people shout from one side, people drop bombs from the other. you're either with us or against us. really? is that what it comes down to? then i'm against you. i'm against both sides. i don't know if the certainty i've heard here is enviable or alarming. i can hear the television in the next room. the prime minister just spoke to the nation, presumably to tell us what we already know. we're going to hurt people. "The Pentagon predicts that the Iraq blitzkrieg could approximate the devastation of a nuclear explosion. "The sheer size of this has never been ... contemplated before," one Pentagon strategist boasted to CBS News. "There will not be a safe place in Baghdad." what can you say to that? except that, perhaps, there never was a safe place in baghdad. not in our lifetimes. we talk as if we know them. we know nothing, except ourselves. i can't see their black, i thought i could, once, but i turned out to have my eyes closed. i can't see your white, either. haven't been able to for years. from here, it all looks grey. there are no absolutes. this, in itself, is an absolute. all the above is opinion. and you know what they say about unchallenged opinion. should we talk about music?? ian +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 hobart at xxx.uk Thu Mar 20 22:39:20 2003 From: hobart at xxx.uk (ian) Date: Thu, 20 Mar 2003 22:39:20 -0000 Subject: Sinister: only shades of grey Message-ID: <005501c2ef31$8ef5bae0$0a4a87d9@default> i'll never make a proper librarian. i didn't credit my reference the parts marked with a * were taken from an article by margaret wente, published in the globe and mail (a canadian newspaper) on Saturday, November 23, 2002. sadly, the online archive for that newspaper doesn't go back that far but if you do have an interest, i can forward you the article. its worth reading. until i read it, i was completely anti-war. i suppose i had The Certainty too. enough now, on with your lives xx ian -----Original Message----- From: ian To: sinister at missprint.org Date: 20 March 2003 22:50 Subject: Sinister: only shades of grey >unchallenged opinion is a dangerous thing. far too easily, it can >masquerade as fact. > >all eyes gaze east. apart from those of the japanese, who bow to their >buddhas and turn westerwards, regarding a thousand miles of air, perhaps >reminding themselves, as only the japanese can, of what a bombing raid can >lead >to. > >all eyes gaze east. apart from those huddled underground in bomb shelters, >apart from those staring across their city at distant fires and wondering >how close the next one will be. > >i talk of the world crashing in on me. i wish i could escape the war. poor >me. i'm sick of it being everywhere i turn. poor me. >but i can. i can turn my television off, i can stop reading my >sinister mail, i can close my ears to the conversations around me. and i >can go to my yoga class, as normal, and tell myself i'm connecting to the >universe. >its easy to get disheartened, and count your curses. right now, i feel like >one of the luckiest people on the planet. i'm well-fed, i'm sheltered. i'm >safe. i live in a democracy, where people are free to protest against the >government without being abducted and tortured. > >they flew a banner for peace from the clock tower at birmingham university. >you can see 'old joe' for miles, a great academic phallus piercing the selly >oak skyline. its been a while since anybody climbed the phallus. a few >years back, two korean students climbed the spiral staircase, and flew from >the rooftop. bad exam results. it was the end of their world. >now, the tower is locked, or so they told us. but the banner flew anyway. >a testament to impossibility, perhaps. echoing those impossible hopes of >those who want the war ended. > >but who was looking at birmingham? we look east, at the other testaments to >impossibility. iraqi missiles that, officially, do not exist were dropped >on kuwait. > >disarmed? >did you really believe that, for a second?? > >cameras gobble images greedily, and project them for their gruesomely >fascinated audience around the world. we settle down to watch, aware that >this will be the most captivating show of the last year, six months and nine >days. in between bulletins - soft drinks; lip stick; cream that visibly >reduces wrinkles injust nine days!.. we can buy anything we want. > >we can buy entertainment. and what entertainment! the images are not as >exciting as those of eighteen months ago. a few fires, shown in >infra-red... we're used to >bigger and better, these days. we want collapsing towers. but we're told >that this is just the beginning. stay tuned. we'll be back right after >these >commercials. > >you learn nothing from watching explosions.. look elsewhere: > >a four-year-old girl, the daughter of a man who had worked for >Saddam's psychopathic son Uday. When the man fell under suspicion, he >fled to the Kurdish safe haven in the north. The police came for his >wife and tortured her to reveal his whereabouts; when she didn't break, >they took his daughter and crushed her feet. She was 2 then. Today, she >wears metal braces on her legs, and can only hobble.* > >This is a regime that will gouge out the eyes of children to force >confessions from their parents and grandparents.* > >the man with the megaphone chastised us for not taking action. he shouted >that if schoolchildren, so much younger than us, could see that war was >wrong, we as wiser, more experienced adults could surely see the same. >an odd argument. i saw so many things as a child. everything was clear. i >knew i was right. in a child, this is acceptable. an adult should know >more of subtlety, of uncertainty. any adult that is assured of their own >correctness is a dangerous person. > >bush and blair are the real monsters, the man with the megaphone told me. i >thought of the iraqi women violated with broken glass to extract confessions >from their husbands. but i said nothing. you can't shout at a man with a >megaphone. you can't attempt reasoned argument with someone with such >certainty. > i should have laughed in his face, but i felt too angry. > >inflammatory times feed inflammatory language. people talk of hate, of >evil. people mutter about the stupidity of those who do not agree with >them. we'd like to think we're better here, but we're not. > >evil...i watched the series where a girl with a good stock of one-liners, a >sharpened stake and a huge contract from loreal can save the world... with >the help of her lesbian witch friend, of course. it may be presented as >fantasy but it makes as much sense as anything else to me. hell, we aren't >doing such a great job of saving it the conventional way.. >a line from the show: 'evil is a part of us...its natural' >and guess what i thought of? >but you shouldn't trust your television. evil is a concept. a convenient >word for someone who acts in a manner we cannot understand. like all >concepts, it should never be confused with a reality. > >or should it? is it part of us? 600 or more people in a Parliament, and >they voted for >the bombs. its easy to shoot off invective, to foist absolutes upon them.. >but they voted for their own reasons. something inside them believed. not >in george bush, but in the wisdom of removing a torturer, a mass-murderer >and a tyrant from power. >evil? hateful? these are the words of ann clwyd - a woman who was fighting >to make this a fairer world while most of us were in the crib, or the womb. >http://www.parliament.the-stationery-office.co.uk/pa/cm200203/cmhansrd/cm03 0 > read them. now compare her to saddam. > >blair is the real monster? blair is evil? absolutely. gassing ones own >people pales into insignificance next to the introduction of tuition fees. > >i know... i know the real reason... but i can't accept your argument. > >people shout from one side, people drop bombs from the other. you're either >with us or against us. really? is that what it comes down to? then i'm >against you. i'm against both sides. i don't know if the certainty i've >heard here is enviable or alarming. > >i can hear the television in the next room. the prime minister just spoke >to the nation, presumably to tell us what we already know. we're going to >hurt people. > >"The Pentagon predicts that the Iraq blitzkrieg could approximate the >devastation of a nuclear explosion. "The sheer size of this has never been >... contemplated before," one Pentagon strategist boasted to CBS News. >"There will not be a safe place in Baghdad." > >what can you say to that? except that, perhaps, there never was a safe >place in baghdad. not in our lifetimes. > >we talk as if we know them. we know nothing, except ourselves. > >i can't see their black, i thought i could, once, but i turned out to have >my eyes closed. >i can't see your white, either. haven't been able to for years. > >from here, it all looks grey. > >there are no absolutes. >this, in itself, is an absolute. > >all the above is opinion. and you know what they say about unchallenged >opinion. > >should we talk about music?? > >ian > > > >+-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ > +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ > To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. 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She's called Theresa Lovely (real name altered to protect the innocent) and yesterday I asked for her hand in marriage. She accepted. It seemed right, at last. When war is all you hear about, and all you think about, it was right to create this little island of tranquility. Thanks for your advice on how to get her ring size and which tune to dance to first at the wedding (it's going to be "Mayfly") I don't know when or where it will happen, but it will, and I couldn't have chosen a more understanding, beautiful and intelligent lady. I'm a lucky guy. Not gloating, just beaming Yours (but only on loan as I belong to someone else now) Paulo _________________________________________________________________ Chat online in real time with MSN Messenger http://messenger.msn.co.uk +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. 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Its just been annoying me all day, since I saw the news and those kids 'protesting' on wednesday. They weren't protesting, they were just a bunch of skiving neds who used the walkout thing as an excuse to go and either: bugger off home hassle the bobbies I mean, it just makes me maaaaaaad, when people refer to these kids like they're legitimate protesters and use them as 'evidence' to show that everyones against the war. They're not, they're Neds. Only like, two of them actually cared. And, so much for freedom of speech, what about those that are for the war. I'm not for the war, wars not good. But, anything is better than Saddam for the Iraqi people surely, especialy the Kurds, so why, when people like me voice our support for the removement of Saddam, we get treated like really filthy mucus on the bottom of a slug that looks at child porn? Sorry. Sorry. This was completely B&S-less, I feel so wrong for sending this, but I might as well. Its just really being annoying me lately. Um, I'll try and save myself, um. Did 3,6,9 seconds of light come out on vinyl? and what about Dog on Wheels? I want to get them, but I cant find them anywhere in Edinburgh. And wouldn't it be great if Orange Juice were suddenly reformed for the Glasgow gig eh? Yours apologetically Ian _________________________________________________________________ Stay in touch with absent friends - get MSN Messenger http://messenger.msn.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 ianwatsonuk at xxx.com Fri Mar 21 16:50:00 2003 From: ianwatsonuk at xxx.com (Ian Watson) Date: Fri, 21 Mar 2003 16:50:00 +0000 Subject: Sinister: They're not protesters...they're skiving gits In-Reply-To: Message-ID: Did 3,6,9 seconds of light come out on vinyl? > and what about Dog on Wheels? I want to get them, but I cant find them > anywhere in Edinburgh. Yes, they did. I have both on vinyl. I think it's the policy of the group to release everything on vinyl as well as CD. I went through a short period of making sure I had everything on vinyl as well as CD but then I thought 'what are you playing at, you idiot?' and stopped. I spent the money I saved on booze and pies. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 kenneth.chu at xxx.org Fri Mar 21 17:09:30 2003 From: kenneth.chu at xxx.org (kenneth.chu at xxx.org) Date: Fri, 21 Mar 2003 17:09:30 +0000 Subject: Sinister: a century of bum sex Message-ID: This e-mail is about up the bum sex and belle and sebastian, so stop reading now if it offends you! ------- Mark Casarotto has a more colourful sex life than I had previously thought... > A Sinister picnic is very much like making love to a > beautiful woman........ > > ........So. People who've never been to a picnic before - come > along, BRING FRIENDS FOR REINFORCEMENTS, bring savoury > foodstuffs Woah! Say no more. ------ meanwhile, Robin Stout fantasied about Ken's Dream... > Did Ken's Dream win, Carsmile? I wasn't paying attention, I'm afraid. If it > lived up to it's name, it probably just jumped about like a big pair of > bouncing boobs. aw I've always wanted a pair of bouncing boobs. In fact I'm sure I wrote a song about it once. Which reminds me I must get to work setting up the http://www.redbulldozers.com website which is decidedly empty at the moment. (Currently you can read about this great band on http://listen.to/redbulldozers ) ------ BELLE AND SEBASTIAN I am getting pre-gig fever already, it's been a long time! I wonder what songs they'll play this time, things from Storytelling? Old Album tunes? Songs from Peel Session? Unreleased songs????? BRAND NEW Songs??????????? I hope they'll play BRAND NEW SONGS. And I cannot decide whether I like "Dog on Wheels" or "3..6..9 seconds of light" more. Wait, what about "Lazy Line Painter Jane"?! Fuck a trilemma. up the arse. I wonder how the B&S KARAOKE DVD is getting on! Ken P.S.: Congratulations to Paulo! :-) It's great to be reading happy news for a change! P.S.S.: Speaking of Bouncing Married Boobs - WHERE IS BAPPS?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?! Need to start a-postin' dude. ********************************************************************** This email and any files transmitted in it are confidential and intended solely for the person or entity to whom they are addressed. If you have received this email in error please notify the UCLH Mail Administrator at mail.administrator at uclh.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 david_moore at xxx.uk Sun Mar 23 11:26:20 2003 From: david_moore at xxx.uk (David Moore) Date: Sun, 23 Mar 2003 11:26:20 -0000 Subject: Sinister: Untitled Message-ID: <000601c2f130$1a474dc0$72133c3e@oemcomputer> Hi All, Shoot The Sexual Athlete This titbit comes courtesy of my Modern Literature Professor, Peter Miller, soon to take up his chair at Cambridge. Just short of the halfway point of the novel 'The Anatomy School' by Bernard MacLaverty* the phrase "Shoot the Sexual Athlete" occurs. I'm not going to give all the plot of the book here, suffice to say that the reference has to do with running & wanking. So no change there then. *Avid Belle And Sebastian scholars will recognise this surname as being that of IYFS' cover star - Bernard is Ciara's Dad. Take The Skinheads Bowling I can't attend *** ***'s Picnic & Bowling extravaganza in early April due to going to ATP at Camber Sands to see The Fall, Public Enemy, Julian Cope & er, a lot of other people. Probably a good thing though - I don't think I'm a very good bowler. We went bowling last night & at one point the score board called me a Turkey! Not very polite. 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 hobart at xxx.uk Sun Mar 23 21:32:40 2003 From: hobart at xxx.uk (ian) Date: Sun, 23 Mar 2003 21:32:40 -0000 Subject: Sinister: beautiful people and the singing sasquatch Message-ID: <000c01c2f183$c2da6e60$8ebd193e@default> there was something in the air that night the stars were bright. i was minding my business lifting some lead off the roof of the holy name church.. no. not really. i was riding on city buses, for a hobby. its sad okay. no i wasn't doing that either. i was wanking and staring at the wall, as usual.. there's just SOMETHING about that wall... when i saw him, standing there. creeping up around my window. it had been a hard day's night. i should have been sleeping like a log. but, like i said, i was otherwise engaged. well.. as you can imagine, i was shocked. shocked to my big foundations. he came in through the bathroom window. protected by a silver spoon. i just hadn't got a clue what to do. so i offered him a cup of herbal tea. he grunted, and collapsed on the couch. 'sugar?' 'sugar' (oh no... no sugar tonight.. and no sweetener, either. i won't have that crap in my house.) 'oh my. honey?' 'honey' i took that as a yes, and went to see what he wanted. i wasn't sure what to make of the whole thing... i half wondered if it had been a mistake to eat all that mouldy cheese i found stuck to the back of the cooker. they say there are funny little animals that crawl around inside the blue bits of blue cheese. perhaps i was hallucinating...they'd crawled out of the cheese and into my BRAIN. was i insane.... in the membrane? probably not. but something was definitely occuring. something out of the ordinary. 'it isn't every day you get visited by a yeti.' another grunt 'sasquatch' 'oh.' we sat in silence, for a while. i didn't want to say anything. i had a feeling words were very unneccessary - that they could only do harm. the yeti showed no sign of revealing its origin. it stared at the television, seemingly entranced by the game show repeat that flashed across the screen. 'err.. do you get your kicks watching bruce on the old generation game?' i asked. nothing. clearly not. whatever it was here for, i was starting to wish it would do it, and fuck off. 'look... if there's anything that you want. if there's anything i can do -' 'SILENCE!'. he stood up. i sat down, and said nothing. its the best thing to do when you're being menaced by an angry sasquatch. and i waited: 'please allow me to introduce myself i'm a man-' 'actually, you're a yeti, which is. OW!' like a whirlpool, my head was spinning. i clutched my head, and decided not to interrupt him, incase he hit me again. '- a man of wealth and taste. and i've come to sing you a song.' 'a song to set me free?' he pulled his Very Angry Face again, and continued 'nobody writes them like they used to...' and, with that, a deep breath. a lovely, haunting, almost eerie song. i held my breath througout, although the whole thing was a little puzzling.. his voice faded... 'don't forget to catch me don't forget to catch me la la la la la' he handed me a slip of paper, a face i'd seen before. an Arm-Wavey Hip Swingy Maraca Shakey Type Of Girl, from the looks of it. but i still couldn't place her. and i was still a little puzzled... 'like a WHAT...she moved? a HARPSICHORDIST? how does a harpsichordist move? and what are elvis tears? are you mad?' my visitor stood, as if to leave at LAST. go on, now, go. walk out the door. but he didn't. he looked at me some more. i got the feeling he wanted something.. i didn't know what.. 'do you want money? is that what you want?' apparently not. 'what do you want if you don't want money??' 'a song. teach me a song. i walk the earth, my darling, it is my home. i'm singing in the rain, and when the sun has got his hat on, i'm dancing with tears in my eyes and i'm lost in music... caught in a trap.' 'no turning back?' how sad. and yet, free. free, like the bluebird flying high..okay then.. i could do this. i stood there, for a while, trying to think what sort of music a yeti would like, and thinking how odd it was that it had called me darling. i hoped it wasn't coming on to me. i hoped it wouldn't try and sex me up the bum. i still had a horrible stubble rash from the last time i had sex with an ape. i picked my song, quickly, and launched into it.. these are hard times. i wanted a good song. something about reconciliation. i picked a song by melanie, called 'beautiful people'. Beautiful People You live in the same world as I do But somehow I never noticed You before today I'm ashamed to say Beautiful people We share the same back door And it isn't right We never met before But then We may never meet again If I weren't afraid you'd laugh at me I would run and take all your hands And I'd gather everyone together for a day And when we gathered I'll pass buttons out that say Beautiful people Then you'd never have to be alone 'Cause there'll always be someone With the same button on as you Include him in everything you do. Beautiful people You ride the same subway As I do every morning That's got to tell you something We've got so much in common I go the same direction that you do So if you take care of me Maybe I'll take care of you Beautiful people You look like friends of mine And it's about time That someone said it here and now I make a vow that some time, somehow I'll have a meeting Invite everyone you know I'll pass out buttons to The ones who come to show Beautiful people Never have to be alone 'Cause there'll always be someone With the same button on as you and you can wear it upside down* Include him in everything you do He may be sitting right next to you He may be beautiful people too And if you take care of him Maybe he'll take care of you And if you take care of him Maybe I'll take care of you... cause all of the beautiful people do and you're all beautiful people too. blimey... that was good. i was feeling refreshed, invigorated... and kind of horny. i sidled up to my new friend 'do you wanna funk? won't you tell me now?' '...' 'if you wanna funk, let me show you how..' '...' '...' '....no. thank you. but, no.' and, with that, the Singing Sasquatch grunted again, and left the house. i ran to the door.. i screamed 'don't leave me this way! i can't exist!!' too late. he'd gone. but i still shouted behind him... 'that's right... bugger off!! bugger off to thessonaliki and visit dimitra daisy, for all i care!' and i went back inside. wanking and staring at the wall just didn't feel the same any more. i sat, and thought about it. i felt jealous. a semi-mythical minstrel, wandering the earth. he'd never fail like common people, never watch his life slide out of view and dance and drink and fail to get a screw. i wondered where he might go next. i turned on the television nobody was really saying anything of interest i fell asleep. i hope you're happy, you beautiful people. xx ian * this line of the post is made up. the rest is all true. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 SGTHURMOND at xxx.com Sun Mar 23 16:08:24 2003 From: SGTHURMOND at xxx.com (SGTHURMOND at xxx.com) Date: Sun, 23 Mar 2003 11:08:24 -0500 Subject: Sinister: My Report...finally! Message-ID: <59C96DBA.14983E1C.0BCB1B57@aol.com> (Sorry if this comes out looking all garbled, I'm a newbie to Sinister. Please keep in mind this report was written before the "campaign to disarm Iraq" began.) Hi! You might remember over a month ago the band wanted a couple fans to act as "reporters" for the DVD they're compiling. Remember? One was Stuart Gardiner (Big Stu) and the other one was a gal from NYC? Well, I'm the gal, the American perspective. Sorry I'm such a lazy thing about reporting back my take on the Glasgow adventure. All this waiting around for the bomb to drop on NYC has taken away my motivation to get stuff done. Besides, Big Stu did such a fantastic job with his report that there's really not much else to add. (Yo, Stu! Hope you're well and scoring lots of points on and off the korfball court!) It's a good thing Big Stu came through as reporter because I sure as hell don't remember too much. Coming from NYC, I had major jet lag the three days I was there. Oddly, watching unstimulating Scottish television (i.e., reruns of American sitcoms) at three o'clock in the morning didn't help fix my insomnia. I was able to stay awake during the day with huge doses of caffeine, alcohol, and adrenaline. Thank goodness I took pictures and know how to surf the internet or else I'd really be at a loss. So, Big Stu already broke down how the interviews were conducted. Thursday, we interviewed individually Richard and Stuart. Friday, we interviewed Chris and Sarah, Stevie, and then Mick and Bobby. So, here's my take on the interviews. Warning: I am a girl so there will be references to fashion: Richard is such a charming bloke. He wore a Conan O'Brien t-shirt and blue jeans. He sipped tea as he sat in a big comfy chair at director Blair's place. He also smoked a little bit. (Lord, give him the strength to quit! I truly believe he wants to!) He definitely has the interview thing down pat. It was so fun to watch a pro in action. As was the case with all the interviews, though, most of the bandmembers' personalities came out when the cameras weren't rolling. This was most apparent with Richard, for whatever reason. He's the one I would most like to go back and interview again because he is extremely funny and I'm afraid we, the reporters, didn't do the best job to bring out that side of Richard during the interview. Next, Stuart. At first, he seemed a bit shy. He politely asked me how my flight was, which was, in my case, the usual icebreaker for all bandmembers. He definitely grew more comfortable with us once he took off his Hill Street Blues t-shirt (which confirmed my theory that Mike Post is indeed an influence - just kidding!) and put on his blue and white-striped pajamas. He drank his tea out of a Dukes of Hazzard mug. (Who would have thought Stuart was a Good Ol' Boy.) I got to watch him shave. I got to hand him his bottle of Coca-Cola. I got to see him "bathe." Ahhh, bliss... He also answered some questions, but, who cares about that stuff? I saw Stuart in his pajamas and in the bath. (Okay, he wasn't completely naked, but I did get to see some chest hair! Yeehaw!) Friday we interviewed Chris and Sarah at the Belgian bar and restaurant Brel on the charming Ashton Lane. Sarah, wearing a dark blue sweater and a t-shirt with some wordage on it that I didn't fully get to see, got there first. It had been her birthday a couple days before so we wished her a happy birthday. Chris arrived looking dandy-ish in his trench coat and Burberry scarf. I had a flakey moment and introduced myself to Chris, who said, "Yea, we met yesterday at the studio." Doh! (Then I remembered Chris getting all down and dirty with his equipment at the studio. Nothing's more attractive than a person involved with their passion. Oh my!) Again, I'm in agreement with Mr. Gardiner: This was my favorite interview. With Blair's direction (he would throw in his own questions every now and then), the conversation seemed to flow much more, um, conversationally. Having Chris and Sarah together really worked out well. And they both were so nice and very candid with us. Break for lunch! I got to spend a little quality time with the enigmatic Cameraman Jim. He took me to get lunch at a place he said had "the best pizza" in Glasgow. The skeptical New Yawker in me came out, Good pizza in Scotland? Yeah, right. Well, by golly, this Little Italy on Byres Road has damn good pizza. Good call, Jim! I asked him if he was a fan of B&S. He said he had heard of them but wasn't all that familiar with their music. He got hired on to do the project because he knew Blair through a film workshop they're involved in. Very cool. Next interview was Stevie in his car as he's driving. Stevie, looking like a young Elvis Costello, was smartly dressed in a white shirt and black sweater ensemble with dark slacks. Black-rimmed specs to frame his eyes. I'm afraid I had a hard time staying focused during this interview. If you're going to put a person who is already suffering from jet lag in the backseat of a car and drive the car up and down a deserted road over and over again and speak with a thick Scottish burr, you're gonna get some mental flakiness from that person. So, my apologies to Big Stu for my fading away and, thus, putting the pressure on you to keep the questions coming. And, my apologies to Stevie for my flakey questions. I'm sorry that I had to ask you what film you were talking about when you were so obviously talking about Storytelling. Again, Doh! Mick and Bobby at a very cold Kelvingrove park sorta near Stewart Fountain. What can I say? Well, for starters, it was damn cold out there. Thanks for the tea, Blair! I suggested we should conduct the interview in bed ala John and Yoko. Bobby laughed and said, "Bert and Ernie." Hahaha! I guess you had to be there. Anyway, I had no idea Bobby was so cute. Where have I been? I'm sorry, ladies, but Jon Bon Jovi has some competition now. (I admit I have a crush on JBJ.) And, was he ever so sweeeet! And, then Mick! Talk about adorable in his little cap with the big blue dots on it. I just wanted to gobble him up! (Whoa, Nellie!) Those boys made me proud to be a girl. We did that interview thing and then we hit Nice 'N' Sleazy for a couple pints, where we also got to hang out with Allen, the moonwalking drum tech. After N 'n' S, Stuart took us to dinner at "the winner of Most Stylish Bar at Scottish Style Awards 2002," Tempus at CCA. That's where the group therapy session occurred that Big Stu mentioned. Then, we went to see the Camera Obscura gig at that church hall. The band opening was The Ladybug Transistor from my neck of the woods, Brooklyn. I couldn't resist a big shout out to my homies. I found out later that LT lives, like, right across the park from me. You know who I'll be stalking now. The next morning I went with Katrina, who from now on I shall refer to as The Goddess, to the Not In Our Name Mr. Blair March and Rally. Now, I don't consider myself a political person so this was quite a new experience for me. It was fascinating seeing all the different groups come together and march peacefully through the streets of Glasgow. There was Youth Against the War, Muslim Association of Britain, Scottish Socialist Party, even Goths Against War. I felt some anti-American sentiment, mainly anti-Bush and U.S. government foreign policy. I couldn't help feel a little downhearted that people really hate the president of my country. I didn't vote for the man, but he does represent where I'm from. And, it scares me that this former businessman has proclaimed the U.S. an empire and we all know what happens to empires. They fall. I'm not looking forward to the fall. So, to assuage my fears and feelings of outsider inferiority, I focused my attention on Glasgow and the city ! streets I hadn't gotten to see properly yet. The Goddess played tour guide and told me all about the history of some of the buildings and city sections. It was a beautiful day. That night, The Goddess and I were invited by Stuart to a place I believe is called The Chateau, an arts and music complex in what seemed like the hinterlands of Glasgow. The Goddess and I arrived and, being thirsty, headed straight for the alcohol closet where they were selling some lame American label beer. Thankfully, Stevie was there to share his Stella Artois. Now, for you non-Scottish kids out there, it seems that at these types of events there's always a tea stand. It's sorta like a lemonade stand but with tea. I think we should institute something like this everywhere, especially here in the States. Of course, Starbucks will probably catch on and will want to sponsor the stands, but we should try to get away with it as long as possible anyway. Now, the band that Stuart was very excited about The Goddess and me seeing is called Franz Ferdinand. Don't forget that name, folks, because they're brilliant. Don't ask me who they sounded like just take my word for it. Afterwards, Stuart, Stevie, The Goddess and I climbed into a cab and headed back to what seemed more like the civilization known as central Glasgow. Stuart had to go home because he had choir practice in the morning (yea, whatever) so it was Stevie's turn to play the gentleman host. He took me and The Goddess dancing at Divine at the Glasgow School of Art. I think that's where we went. It was such a blast! I tried to do my best soul sister and I think I succeeded because all these young college students kept looking at me and coming on to me on the dance floor. I mean, I had to practically push them away. Wait, come to think of it, they may have just been trying to get me to move off the dance floor. Hmm... The next day I was back in NYC. It was a very wham! bam! thank you band! trip. I second Big Stu's emotion - the bandmembers are incredibly nice and down-to-earth people. They all expressed how fortunate they feel to be able to do what they are doing. When asked where they saw the band going, they all were just concerned with the next album. No masterplan here, folks. Very refreshing. Of course, I was kinda hoping to get some more dirt on the band, but there wasn't much. They're very clean people. Stuart in particular seems to enjoy a good bath. Sarah Thurmond +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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.Hewitt at xxx.uk Mon Mar 24 10:13:24 2003 From: S.Hewitt at xxx.uk (Hewitt, Stephen) Date: Mon, 24 Mar 2003 10:13:24 -0000 Subject: Sinister: Fancy An Indie Disco? Message-ID: Hello babies So, the real question is: Which one(s) of you lot is second on at The Verge next Saturday then (see below)???? Blimey, you'll be telling me our favourite lead singer isn't managing Franchise FC next... I may well be going to this jig. For those of you with DMC, UK type memories (ie DMC, UK), you may recall that one of the other bands on the bill, ie Ricky Spontane, were the band that played at my wedding, so if anyone else fancies finding out what THE SINISTERS are like and then helping me Report Back, drop me a line :) Ken's Dream was nowhere by the way, typically after I broke my vow of not posting about horses because it was jinxing me, it jinxed me and I won booger all on the Thursday... I got 119 at bowling on Saturday (this is my best score in aaaaaaages, ph34r my b0VV1!ng skees :)) xoxo CarsmileSteve > GUIDED MISSILE @ THE VERGE - KENTISH TOWN ROAD - > LONDON NW5 > > SAT 29TH MARCH 2003 - from 8pm > ========================= > > COUNTRY TEASERS - First London gig in months!! > Twisted country meets The > Fall and Joy Division. Genius!!! > > RICKY SPONTANE - Fuzzy garage rock&roll with drunken > dancing. > > NOUGHT - improvisational noise experimentalists! > > THE SINISTERS - Garage R&R meets C86! > > ADRIAN R TEENBEAT - Teenbeat frontman plays > charming, strange folk music! > > > £5 Admission includes entry to LOUDER THAN BOMBS > Club - from 11pm til 2am!! > ------------------------------------ > > DJs: Diff'rent Strokes - Guided Missile Sound System > - Delia & Actionettes > ... > playing a mixture of new wave, indie, sixties, > electroclash, bootlegz and > The Smiths!! +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 a.s.t.r.i.d at xxx.com Mon Mar 24 16:53:29 2003 From: a.s.t.r.i.d at xxx.com (a.s.t.r.i.d at xxx.com) Date: Mon, 24 Mar 2003 16:53:29 0 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: Love is in the air... Message-ID: <20030324165331.26876.h009.c000.wm@mail.nme.com.criticalpath.net> Hey Sinister! It's been a while as usual, but as I am never quite sure if anyone actually reads my posts, I just really want to write nowadays when I know I've at least got something proper to say. First of all: Sarah! Thank you so much for your post! I think I speak for all of us when I say: Thanks for telling us tweepopsuckers around the world about your adventures. [INTERRUPTION] Oh NO. It's Enrique Iglesias on TV. That man is so awful. His latest single is Spanish, but with like English subtitles. And you can't even sing them along with the melody, not even with that cheesy Spanish touch on your singing. Oh WELL. Great Things Right Now: 1) That SPRING has arrived in Sweden, the streets of Stockholm are dry, there's no snow, and even though the lawns has that look of mould, it STILL shows for the days that are a-waiting! HURRAH! I enjoyed this monday in my black sort of artylooking shoulderbaring top and a skirt and my black converse shoes. HURRAH AGAIN! 2) That one of our two cats, Morris, is thinking he is The Man. Or The Cat maybe. He's like ten years old but an indoorscat. We're trying to get him used to being outdoors now and we're taking him out on little walks around the block with a leash and he looks so ridiculous trying to look cool in front of other cats that sometimes approach. He lowers his overweight little body, looking like a fat ferret and then starts making these weird owl-sounding noises. Anyway. 3)That love is in the air 4 real yo! I can FEEL it. Boys are coming from everywhere, looking good and making me FEEL like I look good. 4) The young male teachers in my school are still disgustingly handsome all of them. Sigh. What the..! I'm in a really small school, but I've counted it, and I like FIVE teachers. FIVE! What's wrong with me? Why don't I adore five thousand immature guys with mopeds and yucky not-even-decent-moustaches?! Oh wait... that was the answer to why. Ah. Yes. 5) Today my Swedish teacher told me I was one of the absolute best studens she'd EVER had. Ha! My posts are always super-egocentric. Let's blame it on the fact that I'm a teenager. I just don't know better, ok? Greeeeeaaaat. I hope that everyone is having as nice of a start of the week as I've had today, and that love really IS in the air for everyone but me. And I think that my part of it is about 90% imagination or wishful thinking. But they ARE looking at me..! I swear..! No, don't look at me that way..! Please..! Ah, I don't know. Maybe some nice boy will come up to me and kiss me some day, but til then, I think I'm entitled to daydream about hunky teachers, ha ha. Take care all, Love and Chocolate and Enrique Iglesias Sing-A-Longs Astrid x P.S I chose not to write about the war because I think other people have put it better than I can. I've been to a demonstration though and I don't support the politics of George W Bush or anything. But let's not think about it for a couple of minutes and then we all can get depressed again or something. Bye. ______________________________________________________________ For up-to-the-minute music news, reviews and specials visit http://www.nme.com Get free e-mail (anyname at nme.com) now at http://www.nmemail.com The sender of this e-mail is NOT an employee or associate of NME, nme.com or any other IPC magazine. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 j_gabriel86 at xxx.com Mon Mar 24 19:09:04 2003 From: j_gabriel86 at xxx.com (Joao Gabriel Resende) Date: Mon, 24 Mar 2003 16:09:04 -0300 Subject: Sinister: Love is in the air... Message-ID: Hey Sinister! Well Astrid, at least you can be sure that I read your posts =) I just never answer, hehehehehe... But this time I just felt like writing, and, well, here I am! About Enrique Iglesias, I hate his accent... in English and in Spanish... what's his problem? (I'm sorry if any of you is his fan...) About lve being in the air, well, I guess it has something to do with spring... you know, here in Brazil this are getting "colder" with the autumn... for example, 5 couples I knew broke up last week... is this like a "non-love" wave coming to the south hemisphere? hehehehehe And I'm sorry about your cat... but I think you'd better keep him indoors... I say that because my cat got used to being "outdoor" and now we've got a bunch of kittens here, if you know what I mean lol And don't worry... the "boy" you're dreaming of will soon come to you.. in fact, I am this boy... when I go to Sweden, get ready! hahaha Well, nevermind I wish a very nice week (and month, and year, because I don't know when I'll write again) to all of you! 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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 Stuart.Gardiner at xxx.uk Mon Mar 24 19:48:32 2003 From: Stuart.Gardiner at xxx.uk (Gardiner, Stuart) Date: Mon, 24 Mar 2003 19:48:32 -0000 Subject: Sinister: Lust is in the air... Message-ID: Hi to Sarah, good to hear from you. Wait, this isn't just meant to be about personal messages, is it. Well I'm sure everyone else out there enjoyed reading your report as much as I did. All the things I'd forgotten. Like what everyone was wearing (or not wearing in Stuart's case...). At least now everyone knows I wasn't making it up about watching Stuart take a bath. And I think I can now claim the record for having my name mentioned most times in a post that wasn't about me. Aah, happy memories. I'm looking forward to seeing how it all ends up looking (my money's on me being on screen for about 10 seconds in total...) Respect goes out to Mr Miller, via Mr Moore, for possibly the most anoraky piece of B&S trivia ever. In other news, summer is here! Well, it seems like it at least. It's been gorgeous and sunny and hasn't rained for over a week now. In fact, that makes it officially better weather than a typical British summer. It's amazing how much people cheer up when the sun comes out. It doesn't matter if it's cold, or the pet budgie has just died, or we're at war, people are always happier when the sun comes out. And everyone is determined to make the most of it - it may only be about 14 degrees outside, but there are people everywhere sunbathing and having barbeques. Another good thing about the weather is that the Sunshine Sheilas come out. All these really good looking women walking the streets. I don't know where they hide the rest of the year, but the city is suddenly full of attractive ladies. It even helped me get over my hangover by 3pm on Saturday (and that takes some doing at times - I was five of the dwarves at various points on Saturday morning, but there was no way I was going to be Happy until I'd seen Doc...) I hope there'll be lots of Sunshine Sheilas at the BOWLING and PICNIC in a couple of weeks' time. I've not been to a Sinister meet-up for over a year now, but I still remember well the fun, the conversation, the booze, the football, the food, and the more booze. I hope to see you all there. And if you're nervous or shy, don't worry, everyone is; by the time you've got through a few cans you'll be chatting along with anyone... (And if you're nervous about bowling, a one-legged five-year-old child with a blindfold on could beat me most days). Of course, as if one picnic wasn't enough, it's only a month after that until Glasgow; speaking of which, if anyone in that fine city happens to be feeling kind and has a bit of floor space up for grabs, I'd be very grateful... In other other news, is anyone going to Glastonbury this year? Tickets go on sale next week, and I can't decide whether to go or not... In other other other news, I hear that Trevor Horn's other darlings, Tatu, are going to represent Russia at the Eurovision Song Contest. Up the bum sex in front of a hundred million viewers. Could be interesting... In other other other other news, you should all go out and buy - or cheaper, stay in and download - "Mala Vida" by Manu Chao. Because it may well be the ultimate B&S song (complete with a 'Stevie' playing surf guitar, a 'Mick' on the trumpet, and a 'Chris' going ape on the Hammond organ) but without any of them actually involved. Surely a cover version has to be imminent. (As regular readers will know, it is unusual for me to be recommending anything other that The Whitlams or the equally great - and equally Australian - My Friend The Chocolate Cake; so you know I'm serious about this one) Answers to Sinisterines' questions: Yes, he does. Yes, we do. Will that do? 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 idleberry at xxx.com Mon Mar 24 21:49:34 2003 From: idleberry at xxx.com (idleberry) Date: Mon, 24 Mar 2003 13:49:34 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: Chilly; Porn; Naked; ladies Message-ID: <20030324214934.70880.qmail@web41114.mail.yahoo.com> Hiya, its only me... Astrid told us that its been lovely in Stockholm. It impressed me. I remember, back in the days of yore, when I was out in Tromso (approx 400 miles north of the artic circle, chilly fact fans) and how it was starting to get sunny, but there was still a good 3 inches of snow lying on top of 2 inches of solid ice, on the roads, while on the roadsides, it was ooh.. more and more inches of snow. Even when I left in May, the grass was still as clear as mud, and the snow was still laying there. Within the space of a month, it would turn, from being a cold winterland to being summery, with the leaves bursting out of the trees, and flowers finally able to show their little flowery heads, the tulips and the snowdrops within days of one another, like summer and spring were thrown together into a week in June. It was like Mother Nature had a very busy calender, and thought it would be a good idea. David Moore wrote about being called a turkey while bowling. I think the worst insult I have received (this can't be true - there must be worse) from a computerised thingy was a chicken. And to prove its point, it showed a picture of a chicken, just in case I didn't know what a chicken was. That was while bowling also. I was a bit of a chicken the other day though. My laptop, that has more mood swings than I do, started screaming at me. So I ran away, in fear of it blowing up or something. Turned out I had the mic and the speakers on so loud it was getting feedback. Ah.. yes. I thought I'd report back on an unsinister weekend. I didn't do anything remotely sinister whatsoever, not in the mailing list sense. Not unless you count porn. Me and some pals, who I shall call Bernard and Nellie for the sake of anonominity (I always want to spell that as "anonyminty" although I suspect my own spelling is wrong anyway), thought it would be a good idea to go and sit in Borders cafe on a sunny sunday afternoon, and indulge ourselves in watching men looking at mens so-called lifestyle magazines. Then we had a good idea with watching one bloke, who seemed far too interested in some of the mags, in particular, the pictures of naked ladies (*imagines Ken Chu finding this post as he performs -fnar- a search for the words "porn; naked; blow -up; ladies" in sinister*) and we watched him walk around the store for a bit. So my pal thought it would be a laugh to go and set down a soft porn mag - Barefoot Beauties - somewhere on a shelf near the P.J.O'Rourke books this guy was looking at. Sure enough, we enjoyed a full 45 minutes of the guy looking coyly at the magazine laid before his eyes; then picking it up (inside a copy of a book that was much too small to disguise his true "reading" material); rubbing himself against a bookshelf as he did so; putting it down; going for a wander; cooming back to the mag; picking it up; putting it down; going for another wander while groping around in his pocket; showing it to his pal; and then finally investing in some titilating.. erm.. tits. Hey, what else do you do on a sunny afternoon? It was quite amusing, playing gods of some description or nature who get their thrills from people getting their..erm.. thrills. We went out clubbing too, on Saturday night, the traditional sabbath of the boogie generation, but thats besides the point. Anyway. time to go. Love idles xx ===== http://groups.yahoo.com/group/corduroysmoke/ starting playground gossip and passing notes __________________________________________________ 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 municipalpool at xxx.com Tue Mar 25 14:50:08 2003 From: municipalpool at xxx.com (patrick doyle) Date: Tue, 25 Mar 2003 14:50:08 +0000 Subject: Sinister: everyday, it's a-gettin' closer Message-ID: I believe it was Marilyn Manson who once said - �How does it feel to be one of the beautiful people?� Then he started screaming in a highly frivolous manner, I made my excuses and left. afternoon, How *does* it feel to be one of the beautiful people? I guess we�ll soon see, when the most beautiful people of all gather in the name of picnicking, circa May 17th 2003. I believe it was Lucy Alder who first suggested the idea of making a weekend of the Karen Dunbar gig at the Royal Concert Hall and I�ve been looking forward to it ever since, even if it�s fifty-three days away. I shall be there, complete with Physics revision books for my first and last exam on the Monday after the gig. I recently finished my first ever music video, to the music of the Loneliness of a Middle Distance Runner, which has been a lot of fun and has pretty much determined that film production/direction is the kind of thing I can see myself doing in ten years time or so. On the subject of videos, I wonder when the DVD is going to be released; maybe they�ll sell them at the Karen Dunbar gig in May, that�d be grand. It was only in February of this year that I realised just how long it had been since I�d been to a good old pop concert � so I decided to pop along to Hyndland Church Hall, where Camera Obscura, Roy Moller and the Ladybug Transistor played some great little numbers that even got a few of us up and dancing in the aisles. Those clever Camera Obscura folks even managed to colour co-ordinate their fancy new T-shirts to match my Keith FC scarf, I was impressed and even a little touched by their thoughtfulness. Roll on the new Camera Obscura album, I say. If You Find Yourself Caught In Love is maybe one of the best Belle and Sebastian songs I�ve heard in a long time, both lyrically and musically superb and don�t even get me started on Step Into My Office Baby � those Beach Boys-esque tones are enough to make a young boy sigh (a young boy sigh). Roll on the new Belle and Sebastian album, I say. Cheerio Patrick x http://www.secondsoflight.tk _________________________________________________________________ Worried what your kids see online? Protect them better with MSN 8 http://join.msn.com/?page=features/parental&pgmarket=en-gb&XAPID=186&DI=1059 +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 26 02:48:34 2003 From: antipopconsortium at xxx.com (Kieran Devaney) Date: Wed, 26 Mar 2003 02:48:34 +0000 Subject: Sinister: character does not equal personality Message-ID: A car drifted by me, the souped up bass searing as the speakers shredded out some big bolshy record that I didn�t recognise (perhaps because everything other than the bassline and drums were drowned out) at top volume, driving slow enough so that everyone could see and hear it. I�m sure everyone�s experienced similar. It got me thinking about cars � that is, it made me actually aware of the existence of cars, usually they don�t really register other than as inconveniences or obstructions, but that snatch of propulsive low end noise, as abrasive and calculated to annoy as it seemed to be really registered. I suppose you have to be of a certain mindset to drive around like that, it�s difficult to talk about it without being disparaging � it seems an adjunct to a part of a culture that I�m not very well versed in. One that works to the exclusion of others and other possibilities, one that places the self at the centre and sees all else as a void to be filled with that self. One that sees roads as a silence to be broken. A hole drilled in the exhaust pipe of life. But consider yourself as a part of that for a moment, it shouldn�t be too difficult, and imagine marking your territory like that � what kind of a statement would playing say, Belle and Sebastian or (I know I sound like a dickhead for mentioning Merzbow all the time, so I wont here), I don�t know, Whitehouse at that volume in your car? Or is the content of the noise irrelevant because the point is less what the music says or is about and rather just the fact that the music *is*? It made me think, as I say. When I went on about listening to headphones while out I said I stopped because the natural sounds are regularly and potentially more interesting than any private soundtrack that I could come up with, but here, with the car�s soundsystem so heavily dominating, to the exclusion of all other sounds it was almost the reverse of that. Someone else�s soundtrack foist upon you, their version of events overwhelming your own. Forcing closure on the openness of history, you might say. People talking had to momentarily suspend their conversations. People stopped. The ambience of the quiet street was threatened for a moment. There�s a kind of austerity in that moment � you sense it coming for a time, there�s a few seconds of expectation and then, just as the car passes and there�s an instant of pure aesthetic asceticism � the hollowed out world that is all sound, with all else just reacting to that sound. And then, as red-shift demands, it disappears more quickly than it came, and things return to normal. I wondered about driving myself � I might have mentioned this to people before but a few years ago my parents offered to pay for driving lessons for me and I refused, flat out. I hadn�t really given it all that much consideration before, but that refusal surprised me somewhat � on closer reflection it�s mostly down to the fact that I have an innate fear of driving, the prospect of being in control, or, worse still, out of control of something as powerful as that petrifies me. Add to that the singular phenomenon that goes with driving which can turn even the most mild-mannered into a raging ball of frustration and stress. My concentration isn�t up to driving either, I get distracted and wrapped up in my own thoughts much too easily. Public transport is too much fun anyway, as nice as it would be to be able to stop wherever you wanted and, I don�t know, take a picture or whatever, you can�t beat a nice train ride can you? And then today the capricious urge to buy a record came over me � I haven�t in what seems like ages what with various expenditures and what have you, and, well, I thought it�d be nice to hear something new. Actually what I had in mind to buy was that newish John Fahey record � the Red Cross one - which got an excellent write up in Wire and sounds as though it would fit my current, er, mindset quite well. It�s been recommended all over the place, you�ve probably all already got it I expect and all find it pass� and have moved on to No Neck Blues Band 7�s or Birchville Cat Motel bsides or something similar. But there I was in the fairly aptly named �Rare and Racy� � Sheffield�s premier outlet for *v*nt g*rd* tuneage. As shops go it�s a prevalent and very pressing danger in many respects, stocking all sorts of things that look fantastic in principle � your man from Add N to (x), Barry7 I think he�s called, has put out two records of Italian library music from the 70�s � Library music that you *actually* want to hear sez Q magazine in the blurb on the front. I was mighty tempted I can�t deny. And similarly tempted by silly things like one of the new Keiji Haino records, silly because since I can�t read Japanese I don�t even know which of the two it was, and various other bits and pieces � the sort of things I heard two years ago on �Mixing It� and noted down, but have since so forgotten that only the name rings any bells. It�s obviously great to buy records in that way, but since I was only able to afford one new thing I thought it best to go with something at least a little bit predictable. Boring of me I am well aware, but there you go. Well to move this along a bit I asked about the John Fahey record, which had been in the window for a while last week, but has since been replaced with a display of gardening books � a bit late for planting I�d venture, but the lush green covers certainly do fit the current clemency of the weather. I mentioned �Rare and Racy� being a pressing danger, and these window displays are one of the chief reasons � it�s easy enough to walk past the door but, gosh, is that an early Boredoms import in the window? It was, by the way - a copy of �Wow2� and they�ve had all sorts of things in there that beckon me inside with their irresistible promise of transcendent noise � a Sirens simile here would be almost too obvious wouldn�t it? So I wont bother with that. But variously featured have been such delectables as those new Acid Mothers Temple eps, all three of them lined up with their pretty holographic covers sparkling away and, well I wont do a boring list, but if Wire gives it a positive review and it�s not *too* hard to get hold of then it�ll probably be in the window of Rare and Racy sometime later that month. Oh yeah, I was moving the story along � I asked about the John Fahey record and they�d sold the one copy they had, they can get it on order if I want, but I declined, I wanted something *today*. I decided to move down the road and have a look in Fopp records, which is an entirely different proposition altogether. Apparently Britain�s leading independent record shop, the stuff it actually stocks is pretty disappointing at times. It has everything you�d expect, and probably nothing you wouldn�t. Or maybe not everything you�d expect even � just try getting, I dunno, a Heavenly cd there and � well you can�t, they don�t stock them. But I went for my usual half-hearted wander around and thought about buying stuff like the new things by Cat Power and Steven Malkmus � I could go off into a detour about why those artists, and some others who excited me in the past, and whose records I still like a great deal just don�t really interest me at the moment, but that�d probably be even more dull than this has become already, so I wont. I was about to leave when, out of the corner of my eye, sitting in the new releases section was a stack of cds by the unpopular American anti-folk combo The Moldy Peaches. My interest piqued I went over and had a look and well, would you credit it, it was a double cd of live and unreleased material. All those potentially better and more rewarding records that I had seen previously dissipated and in a moment of madness I went and bought it. Now it didn�t really occur to me at the time to think about whether I really needed fifty-five new Moldy Peaches songs. Did I? Well, probably not. Which isn�t to say it�s a bad record, I�m not sure that it�s a very good one either � the live versions of the songs are predictably a bit more rocking than the ones from the album, the great ones still sound great and the slightly irritating ones are still� guess what? It does make me lament the fact that I never got to see the band live though, it does sound as though band and audience alike were having a great time at all of the shows, as with a lot of live recordings it�s difficult to feel part of that listening at home. Alas. The unreleased tracks are pretty sub-standard fare it has to be said. I think, though, in terms of how the Moldy Peaches fit into whatever musical landscape you care to draw up, this is a fairly perverse release � their album from a couple of years ago sounds a bit like a collection of outtakes in itself, few other bands I can think of would release records with the phone going off or whatever in the background, not by accident anyway, but this was, fans of the band, myself included I expect, would argue was all part of the charm, and detractors would argue was part what made them so awful. So I don�t expect this collection will win the band any new fans, but then I don�t expect that was the intention anyway � perhaps it�s purely a contractual thing with Rough Trade. Which, again, isn�t to say that this is a bad record, I just wonder quite what has prompted this release. Oh, and they also cover Hulk Hogan�s seminal �I Wanna Be a Hulkamaniac� � the prospect of hearing that may have been what swayed me during that brief second while I scanned the tracklisting in Fopp records. Sadly, perhaps even criminally, they don�t attempt to replicate Hogan�s rapping, but instead just go for a couple of blasts through the chorus. A missed opportunity if ever there was one I have to say. In some ways it sums up the entire record for me � if the Moldy Peaches were a charmingly bad joke then this new release is that joke taken just that little bit too far. Though perhaps if they would�ve taken the joke a little bit *further* we might have liked them even more. Those kooky kids. Anyway, the other night, on the way home from Leeds, I bought chips from Ainsley Harriot�s favourite chip shop � there�s a picture of him in there with all the staff from a few years back. They all look so cheery. Quite satisfying they were too. But that�s just detail to ease you into the paragraph really � more significantly was my actual return back to where I live and what followed it. Exiting the lift I found the corridor strewn with litter, no less than three Pizza Hut pizza boxes lying outside my door, after thinking something along the lines of �Why can�t you use the fucking bins?� (incidentally, though I rarely swear either in writing or conversation - not through any moral objection, it�s just nice if it has some impact when you do it I think � my thoughts are a veritable post-watershed plethora of profanities, I often wonder absent-mindedly if others are similar, or if people who swear a great deal have relatively cleaner minds), and threw them away myself along with some other stuff. This isn�t a particularly rare occurrence, but for one reason or another, probably owing to my tiredness more than anything, it put me in a bad mood. I got in and went to bed. This is where I talk about the perfect digital symmetry of twelve fifty one. If any of you have digital clocks around, and I presume some of you do, then you�ll no doubt be aware that certain combinations of numbers are a bit special � one twenty three (I�m talking chiefly about am/pm clocks here, you twenty four hour clock people have a whole range of other interesting combinations, but of course they only occur half as frequently) for example is a pleasant one � there are lots and I imagine we all have our favourites. My particular favourite, and it has been since childhood is twelve fifty one � go and set your clock to it now and I think you�ll agree that it�s pleasing. Done that? Ok, well if I hearken back to my childhood now, as I frequently do then I can remember several occasions, my little head thick with the fug of tiredness and disorientation at being up at so late a time taking some solace in that pretty arrangement of numbers on the clock. Now, pedants among us, I expect there will be one or two might quibble that it�s not exactly symmetrical because the one of the twelve is a wee bit closer to the two than the one of fifty one is to the five. And that�s as maybe, but nonetheless, as such an hour became no longer so alien I found myself regularly transfixed by twelve fifty one, so much so that I often stare straight at the clock for the full minutes worth of its duration, a moment of silent contemplation. On the particular night which I mention, I was in bed as the minute approached and in my tired state I awaited it, thinking that I could finally sleep once it had passed, which comforted me a little. Twelve fifty clicked over and there was some commotion outside � people were returning from somewhere, quite loudly, they sounded drunk, quite unusual for a Sunday (though technically it was Monday, but there you go) night � they stopped, it seemed, just outside my door and already I was worried that they�d ruin the fast approaching minute. And ruin it they did. Just as the digits changed on my clock (or just digit if you�re being technical, but there you go) from outside came the opening bars of �Land of Hope and Glory�. Matt, the guy who lives across the hall from me had procured this record from somewhere a few weeks prior to the occasion, and it has been the subject of several drunken singalongs in the past, but I did think I had heard the last of it until then. And sing along they did. Given the current political climate, the war and all y�know, I thought it was wholly the most inappropriate thing I had heard in a long time. And there was a venom in their singing, a bitter tone that cut through the drunken slurs and carried on through the next couple of minutes and on to the final crescendos and into their cheers as it finished. Next morning the taste of the litter they had left on the floor still hung in the air. - Kieran xxx Ooh, actually, on a more boring note, I suppose, I should ask if anyone in Glasgow has floor space to put me up for the weekend of the gig. Obviously I'd be eternally grateful and all that jazz. Let me know if you are such a person. Ta. _________________________________________________________________ Hotmail messages direct to your mobile phone http://www.msn.co.uk/msnmobile/mobilehotmail +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 blokefrombargainhunt at xxx.uk Wed Mar 26 14:30:38 2003 From: blokefrombargainhunt at xxx.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Matt=20Campbell?=) Date: Wed, 26 Mar 2003 14:30:38 +0000 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: She wore a raspberry beret Message-ID: <20030326143038.82016.qmail@web21103.mail.yahoo.com> How y'all doing! I'm in a super good mood cause I just finished my last essay before the easter break. However i'm becoming quite suspicious when essay deadlines are set for the last week before the holidays. Next time any of your teachers/lecturers/bosses give out a deadline just before your holiday, try and contain your shock and anger. Instead study his or her face and just wait for a grin to appear on it. To be fair most of them try their very best to hide it but its hard not to crack when you're being so Goddamn evil. I know though that if I'm ever in that position of authority i'll probably be grinning wider than anybody else! My other reason for being as happy as someone who just polished off a bottle of prozac, is that the sun just keeps on continuing to shine. I think for the last week, Aberdeen has been one of the warmest places in Britain. I've noticed that the warm temperatures are doing strange things to people up here as well. As soon as the sun starts shining everyone seems to dive for their sandals and sun-tan lotion. I was walking down the street yesterday following a guy that was completely topless. I mean its warm just now but it definately isn't that warm! Surely someone must have reminded him what month we're in. I'm off so I can spread my annoying happiness to some more unsuspecting victims. Matt x P.S. I was a wee bit surprised to hear Stuart and Stevie say on the bands website recently that If You're Feeling Sinister was the album they were least happy with. I've been listening to it heaps recently and it still sounds spot on. I also think its their best album to listen to on sunny days. __________________________________________________ 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 competitionsmile at xxx.com Wed Mar 26 18:10:47 2003 From: competitionsmile at xxx.com (Christine Irene) Date: Wed, 26 Mar 2003 10:10:47 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: How long must we sing this song? Message-ID: <20030326181047.84000.qmail@web40610.mail.yahoo.com> Hello lovelies. How are all of you doing? Me, Myself, and I are all doing well today. I have had some time off from work lately. It's funny, I always desire a holiday and now that I have one, I would rather be working. I am actually at work right now. my computer resides here so I stop by every couple of days to catch up on things. As I sit here, the answerphone beeps indicating that there is a message. I feel tempted to go and press PLAY, so as to prevent the future beeping of that infernal machine. DAMN THAT BOY AND HIS INFERNAL MACHINE!!!! what book is that from? huck finn? i don't suppose he is of relation to neil and tim finn? at any rate. Over the course of the past few days we have had some lovely weather in scenic chicagoish. Unforutunately, geography prevented me from meeting up with the dashingly handsome Kevin Clair. Sort of ironic that he returned to chicagoish from Minnesota...tomorrow i am leaving chicagoish for Minnesota. things that make you go hmmm? Minnesota should be fun. I am driving there tomorrow, by myself. My Gram is tre worried about this. She said that I should not drive there alone. I pointed out to her that I had ventured off to Europe alone, to which she replied "you're probably safer there." hee hee. i love my gram, she is always worried about me. I s'pose that is her job. When I was little, I had this very weird notion. My grandparents, as some of you may know, raised me. I remember I would always ask them to adopt me and they would always evade the proposition. Now I know this was because they would never want to hurt my father like that. Anyway, last mother's day i was talking to gram and i explained that, when i was young, i always thought that when I was made, someone messed up somewhere and i got placed in the wrong tummy. very juvenile i realise, but that is what i honestly thought. i s'pose i still do think that in a way. dirty vicar is officially the most amazing person on sinister! (i realise that that was a complete change in subject. the aforementioned segue in no way implies that dirty vicar had anything to do with whose tummy i was placed in). so i was all disappointed because, yet again, my not living in Dublin has caused me to miss something that i would SO not want to miss. previously these have included the brown thomas show, any film premier in dublin, and the irish music awards. not to mention the fact that i am an ocean away from the epicentre of principle management. anyway, gavin friday (the man himself...professional friend of Bono :o) was doing a guest DJ spot. Funny, when I read that, I was thinking DJing at a club, not a radio show. once again, i put the duh- in dublin. so i sent DV a lil note mentioning my frustration. I get a note back from him stating that he had recorded the show for me!!!!!! yay!!!!!!!!!! i was so happy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! dirty vicar is so bad ass, now it is official! let me not forget to give props to the rest of my lovely sinister massive (in alphabetical order) Alex...who I have to write a song about Eoin.....whose name I know how to pronounce Jay with an E.....who keeps playing lyrical ping pong with me Ken Chu....our very own XXX and Laura Llew...my digestive soul mate i do love sinister so. perhaps we should all pool our money (of which i have none, sorry) and build a sinister compound. the sign would clearly read SINISTER COMPOUND so people would be afraid, not realising that inside we would do little more than listen to music, read alound, and generally be acting twee. of course we would have the occasional picnic and bowling tournament as those things seem to follow ken chu wherever he goes. in other news: a girl friend of mine called me yesterday chanting raves of a new book of hers. it is titled something along the lines of HOW TO PLEASE A MAN EVERY TIME or some such thing. she was singing the praises of this book, reading "a few passages" to me (personally, i think she read the whole bloody thing). this stuff isn't rocket science, honestly. i think that there are things one need not be so clinical about, just sort of go with the moment. i dunno, maybe it's me, but as i was listening to suggestions on where to put ice cubes (in places that, for me anyway, ice cubes just should not go) and different techiniques for varying activities involving licking, i was thinking "what the fuck are you on about?" of course, i would have no first hand knowledge of such topics, my non-catholic friends have told me stories though. no sir, my first kiss will be at the altar. weird. the thing i find stranger is that someone would drop 30 quid on that book. so here we are. it is a bit overcast now...grr... i think i shall head out for a run. oh, who am i kidding. i say that i am going to head out for a run. i may even go so far as to actually intend to go out for a run. what will, more than likely happen is that i'll get in my car, get swept up in whatever cd is in play at the time, dream of getting a frosty from wendy's and walk around the park eating said frosty. ah well...best laid plans and all. ~lemon __________________________________________________ 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 billrogers_1 at xxx.com Wed Mar 26 23:54:10 2003 From: billrogers_1 at xxx.com (Nathan Reader) Date: Wed, 26 Mar 2003 15:54:10 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: omigod! In-Reply-To: <20030201132345.9248.h000.c000.wm@mail.nme.com.criticalpath.net> Message-ID: <20030326235410.59757.qmail@web41312.mail.yahoo.com> Just quickly, I know you probably all aleady know, buuuuuuuuut... THERE'S A NEW RADIOHEAD ALBUM COMING OUT IN JUNE!!!!!! I just had to tell someone. ------------------------------------ Also, I went to the "Three Ben's" concert last night (I'm still buzzing) and guess who I saw!? Apart from Ben Folds, Ben Kweller and Ben Lee, I saw... Claire Danes!! Yes, that's right, the one! "Oh Romeo!". And she was sitting in a balcony!! Ha! This may not be that exciting for some of you, but I live in Adelaide, Australia- hav a look in your atlas, down the bottom- and we never get famous type people here, except Ben Folds, because he lives here. Anyhoooooo... bye for now. From Nathan Rupert. __________________________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Platinum - Watch CBS' NCAA March Madness, live on your desktop! http://platinum.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 trixiefirecracker79 at xxx.com Thu Mar 27 00:27:39 2003 From: trixiefirecracker79 at xxx.com (trixie firecracker) Date: Wed, 26 Mar 2003 19:27:39 -0500 (EST) Subject: Sinister: I can't go away with you on a rock climbing weekend* (MELBOURNE MEET-UPS) Message-ID: <20030327002739.5F94D8AEA9@xmxpita.excite.com> Dear Sinister, Well, more specifically: Dear Sinister Melbourne Massive Members, I wrote last week touting the idea of having a meet-up sometime soon for bowling/picnicing/pubnicing funtimes. I am sure there are some more of you out there who might be interested in this little shindig. Yes? Yes? It has been decided by the committee, that to coincide with the fabulous festivities occurring in the UK, and also the arrival of Mr Lawrence Mikkelsen, our Meet-up will be occurring on the weekend of April 5-6. With the emphasis on SATURDAY APRIL 5. Please email me if you're interested in attending, I shall post soon with proper details of what is going on. Also, if anyone knows the best place for bowling in Melbourne I would love to hear from you. beer & skittles** trixie.x *what if there's a Sinister Melbourne Meet-Up and it's never held again? **there you go Jim, now you have to attend. _______________________________________________ Join Excite! - http://www.excite.com The most personalized portal on the Web! +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 competitionsmile at xxx.com Thu Mar 27 15:37:27 2003 From: competitionsmile at xxx.com (Christine Irene) Date: Thu, 27 Mar 2003 07:37:27 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: radiohead Message-ID: <20030327153727.65539.qmail@web40613.mail.yahoo.com> so someone mentioned the new Rh album....it is being released 9 june apparently. i love radiohead, but have always maintained that thom yorke needs to shut the fuck up. he does nothing but complain about everything. the thing that i find most amusing is, in all of his rants about Bush, he has NEVER given a reason to dislike his administration. He always says something stupid like "he's a dumb fuck" or similar. if this is how you feel, mr yorke, fine, but substantiate a bit more if you wouldn't mind. then i read an interview with him regarding us policies with iraq, he was completely wrong on pretty much each count he referenced. the things being discussed weren't opinions either, they were factual things that he was wrong on. i sent him an email at the radiohead site. i'm sure he'll never see it, but i had to send it. and him always complaining about capitalism? funny, capitalism is great when Capital Records and BMG are cutting him royalty checks. this is why the world is so fucked up. people turn to the likes of thom yorke and whoever their favoirite singer/actor is to get political information. most of them just don't know what they are talking about. i will respect anyone's opinion, whether i agree with it or not, if they can give a valid, factual reason why they hold the opions that they do. most people just say "the president sucks" "the prime minister sucks" "free tibet" "save the spotted owl" whatever, just to make the pages of the NME and sell a few more records. grrr. on top of that, the new Rh album is titled "Hail to the Theif" which i think is just obnoxious. I have always questioned the way we elect presidents in the US. a week before the last election i wrote a dissertation on how annoyed i was that the electoral college, not the people, elect the president. then it became a huge source of contention. the funny thing with the last election was, regardless of who won, people would have said he cheated to get there. regardless of who won, we would still be in this war. at least pres. bush was able to build a good cabinet. i didn't vote for the guy, nor did i vote for gore, but those who say this situation would have been different whether it was gore or fucking snoopy in the white house, need to delve a bit deeper into the history of iraqi/us/world relations in the past 34 years. i am done now. ~stine __________________________________________________ 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 Mayfly5502 at xxx.com Thu Mar 27 18:44:23 2003 From: Mayfly5502 at xxx.com (Mayfly5502 at xxx.com) Date: Thu, 27 Mar 2003 13:44:23 EST Subject: Sinister: Plant Eating Cats... Message-ID: <121.202fcbbe.2bb4a087@aol.com> Hello Sinister! It is a pretty day in the state of Rhode Island...hope it stays like this all week. About the Radiohead album coming out..I think I have to agree with Stine on that. I didn't vote for either Bush or Gore either..but it would have been the same no matter who got in office. I guess all of this war stuff was inevitable. I just might skip buying the new album and just borrow it off a friend before I dare spend my hard earned money...hah. Even though the sun may shine today...there is some shitty stuff going on. My brother is to be married in May..and shortly after his wedding he has a good chance of having to go out to the war if it is still going on. He's in the Navy..and so is his fiance..I guess they expected it. But if he goes..I will miss him very much. :( I woke up this morning to find that my fat evil cat ate three of my beautiful plants that were in my living room! I was quite angry seeing that he had more than enough food to eat. I dunno..sometimes he is crazy...it is very likely to come home from work every now and then and find him bathing himself in the toilet. This is when I know he wants a bath...very cleanily cat. He doesn't even go outside..but yet he finds it important to shower at least once every two months. The wonderful weather that we have been having lately has put me in wonderous moods. I find that everytime I get in the car to drive somewhere I either listen to tigermilk or the boy with the arab strap. On occasion I enjoy driving and listening to Legal Man so I can sing along. :) Very geeky..but I must entertain myself somehow while driving. I guess I have talked long enough...I hope everyone has a wonderful day! I am off to work for the afternoon/evening. -Diane +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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.uk Sat Mar 29 22:27:54 2003 From: chippyeileen at xxx.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?chippy=20eileen?=) Date: Sat, 29 Mar 2003 22:27:54 +0000 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: expectations Message-ID: <20030329222754.7508.qmail@web41402.mail.yahoo.com> the young ones darling, we're the young ones and the young ones shouldn't be afraid.. the voice of cliff richard drifts up the stairs from the living room. to me, its just an old song with nice lyrics. to frank and margaret its another place and time. those early, early days. trips to london they thought their parents didn't know about (separate rooms, of course, these were different times). stolen kisses. a time when everything seemed full of possibility, and promise. a time when just being alive held its own magic. their freedom stretched out before them, and, apart from a few rather difficult months in the early 1970s, they would share their freedom, compromise it for one another, forever. i have the night off from work. saturday night. i should be out, surveying my own freedom. perhaps finding that somebody to compromise it for. not tonight, though. not for a while. east langerston is a small village (two pubs, a chip shop and a woman who no longer goes from house to house cutting old ladys' hair, because she has her own salon.) and small villages leave nowhere to hide. especially when you find you have become bigger than you ever meant to be. i'll explain. an ink polaroid. this is me and shelley macdonald sitting in the bull. shelley has changed a little from the days before i left. i remember her, the girl she once was. minette, her mother wanted to call her. minette...its exotic. minette would stare at me disparagingly from under layers of eyeshadow. the shining lips would purse, and she'd look away, in search of better people. you'll see she's changed in this picture. yes, that's her, on the other side of the table, drinking a pint of cider which she's too young to buy. a friend cut her hair. spiky, mostly black, except for the the blue she put in herself, just after she had her upper ear pierced. yes, that does say 'system of a down' on her t-shirt. most of the people in the pub look away from us. some regard us, and shelley in particular, with thinly disguised sneers, similar to the sneer she once wore herself with such aptitude. i'll play you the ink cd. it will make things clearer. 'but eileen, if you're gay, you shouldn't be ashamed of it. you should just admit it. be what you are. don't be afraid to stand out.' 'shelley..i'm not gay' 'look, i don't know why you're denying it. this is me, remember. you could tell me anything. if it wasn't for you i might never have changed. god, i look at the way i was then and i can't believe its the same person.' i'll skip this track, she has had too much to drink, and continues in this vein for a while. in the end, i just let it wash over me. it is nice of her to say i inspired her personal changes. apparently, it all stemmed from the day i made her listen to a looper album. how this led to the vision in black she has now become is somewhat mystifying. she says it 'made her listen to weird music'. in the year since, she has progressed from looper to korn. not, in my view, the best progression. but that is her decision. she admires me for prompting the change. i tell her she would have done it herself, given time. so.. when she tells me i shouldn't be afraid to be different, she means it. i am letting her down by insisting on my heterosexuality. she is disappointed, and i am tired of the conversation, but i only have myself to blame... another ink polaroid, and cd. same table, same pub, a week earlier. andy has returned from london for the weekend. he has asked me out specifically. for the sake of old times, i have accompanied him. i enjoy his company. i always did. although the memories of a night left alone, picking at a vodka bottle and contemplating the virginity he'd so thoughtlessly left me with still remain. but he thinks everything is okay now. he has discovered my 'secret': 'for god's sake, eileen. if i can do it, why can't you? can't you at least be honest with yourself? look, just say it. all you have to do is say it. you know i won't tell anyone.' 'andy...' 'it wasn't easy for me, either, you know. but it will get easier, over time. people come to accept it..' 'oh for god's sake. yes, andy, if it makes you happy.. i'm gay. gay gay GAY GAY GAY! i'm a GREAT BIG BLOODY LESBIAN!' the people in the pub stare just long enough to let me know they have heard, and then return to their lives. some of the older regulars tut. somebody, somewhere, mutters 'tell us something we didn't know..'. i pick up my coat, and i leave. to confront margaret, my adopted mother who, for reasons best know to herself, has asked my gay ex-boyfriend to coax me out of the closet. so far, it has been a difficult year. the young ones shouldn't be afraid to live, love there's a song to be sung.. it was the night of my last post when frank asked me: 'that woman you lived with... you weren't just sharing a house, were you?' as simple as that. he told me he'd love me whatever, and i should try and be happy. he cried a bit. later that week, margaret cried a lot, and told me i had to follow my dreams. she has spent the last two months trying to procure me a girlfriend. i am disappointing them all by refusing to acknowledge my true self. if they can accept it, why can't i? the last time i was in the bull, jason baggs came to sit with me and bought me a drink. i remember jason. most girls from our school do. he was in the year below me, but he'd sit behind me on the school bus, with the older girls who would compete for the empty seat beside him. i was suprised to find myself a girl again.. intimidated, blushing, knocking the drinks back too quickly... laughing at all of his jokes, pretending i found his conversation interesting.. at the end of the night, i gave him my mobile number. i only heard a snatch of the conversation as i left the pub.. 'but she's .... isn't she?' 'she won't be after i've finished with her..' and they cheered. i was a challenge. i tore his number up. i am a challenge. but not in the sense that they might think. 'cos we may not be the young ones very long..' the song played, as frank patted me on the arm, and told me he understood. his favourite song. i hope i didn't spoil it for ever. i know where the song used to take him. i remember, a month or so ago, late at night after the chippy was closed, when he and margaret had both had too much to drink. we turned off the television and they put on old records. i sipped at my glass of baileys as they held each other and swung unsteadily from side to side, their eyes full of another time. but i suspect that there will be times, when that song plays, when he finds himself in the back room of his house, talking to his adopted daugher about her lesbian lover. comforting her as she cries, and trying to hold back his own tears. i never wanted to be this big. i never wanted to feel this large in the lives of those around me. i shall put on my own records. i shall block out the world. i shall let them take me to the places they used to take me. i will sit in the darkness again, waiting for the sound to hit my eardrums. i will find the old eileen. the one i left several months ago, to find a new life, in the big city. i miss her. i want songs of small towns, and small minds. i want songs of individuals refusing to be what everybody thinks they should be. i want songs of people who just want to hide, and be quiet, and be true to whatever exists at that moment in time. i will sit in the darkness, and i will contemplate having a boy, on that last bus out of town. or perhaps a girl. just to make them all happy. eileen __________________________________________________ Yahoo! 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I hope the other Sinister storysmiths read her carefully - she has a light but sure touch that attracts and sculpts emotion while never being remotely twee. This is a good thing. IMHO. She doesn't half name-check Looper a lot, though. So, (some) Americans. You don't think it matters who you vote for. You're wrong. Politics concerns almost everything we do and even think - it is our responsibility to vote for the people we hope will do the doing and thinking on our behalf well, honestly and with strong belief. If George W Bush is that man to you, Christine, then I applaud your proactive consideration. But the moment you get apathetic, then you are handing the baton directly to people whose views oppose your own and their ambitions may well create a worse situation for you. Each non-vote is implicitly a vote for the worse, and each non-voter may well be adding to their own suffering and the suffering of everyone around them. A vote for Nader was not a wasted vote. But a vote for no-one was. It's far too early on a Sunday morning to be even thinking about politics. Mark xxx __________________________________________________ Yahoo! Plus For a better Internet experience http://www.yahoo.co.uk/btoffer +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 MRissbrook at xxx.com Sun Mar 30 22:49:16 2003 From: MRissbrook at xxx.com (MRissbrook at xxx.com) Date: Sun, 30 Mar 2003 16:49:16 -0500 Subject: Sinister: Testing Message-ID: <4B145004.6101139E.0B7ED01B@aol.com> I am keeping this post very short, as thus far the kind folk of AOL have deemed it impossible for me to post messages to the Sinister board. They must think we're commies or something. If this has worked.....hello! If not, bugger! 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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 competitionsmile at xxx.com Sun Mar 30 21:44:05 2003 From: competitionsmile at xxx.com (Christine Irene) Date: Sun, 30 Mar 2003 12:44:05 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: my twentieth century Message-ID: <20030330204405.42710.qmail@web40607.mail.yahoo.com> >From baptism to alcohol hi everyone. here i am, at my very favourite of all places: the library. What is usually a pleasurable experience has me riddled with irritation. On my quest for the collected plays of samuel beckett, i have searched the library in a wild goose chase for said collection. i thought that i was just missing some call number that was visible only to those patient enough to see it. nah. i finally asked a librarian for assistance. much to my delight, she couldn't find the bloody thing either. i was delighted in knowing that i wasn't being some aggrevated crack head, it really was a devil of a thing to find. finally, we found it mixed in with the movie section, not in the literary 800's as logic would think it to be. weird. at least i wasn't the only one who found it boggling. now if only i can find Casete/410/CHO. grrr. in spite of all of that, i really do love the library. so i am back in chicagoish now. my travels to minnesota were nice, though i felt really ill yesterday, so i returned a day sooner than anticipated. i wouldn't mind being sick in minnesota, per se, i just didn't want to occupy the couch of my cousin and his flat mate. i didn't want to be in the way so i thought it best to hop in the car, sing silly songs, and head on home. i didn't speed or anything, i was so proud. i tend to go a bit fast, esp on the highways and biways of america. I have heard many a horror story about Wisconsin police though. If you don't pay the $200 speeding ticket on site, you are taken into custody. can you imagine, me being arrested? though were i to be arrested, it would be for something lame like that. Inmate #1: I am in for murdering my husband and his 9 gay lovers with a spoon, I'm innocent though, I swear! Inmate #2: I am in for selling heroin to 6 year olds, I'm innocent though, I swear! Me: Um, I'm in for.....going 73 in a 65...guilty as charged. see, lame. ah well. i s'pose i should go and search for noam chomsky now. grrr. sodding dewey and his fucking decimals...or lack thereof in this case. irritating. kevin, you are a library science major...help me!!! jay with an e....you work in a law library, any advice? oh yes. to clarify something. in my last post, the really angry one (as my posts go anyway), i mentioned writing a dissertation. i used dissertation in a "lengthy paper often assigned to college or university student" way more than a doctoral thesis kind of way. no graduate school yet i'm afraid. ah well. i must go, it's someone else's turn i gather from the evil stare from this girl next to me. love and decimals ~stine __________________________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! 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SINISTER BOWLING WEEKENDER (AKA APRIL SINISTER FEST aka All Both Today And Tomorrow's Parties) BOWLING Sat 5th Apr ------------------- Take the sin-heads bowling take them bowling. Yup we are off bowling again this Saturday 5th Apr at Rowens Entertainment, Finsbury Park, at 2pm! The bowling place is right outside the Finsbury Park tube station, so it would make sense to meet there! There are two (i think) different exits, I will be waiting from 2pm-2:15pm, at the exit that's nearest to the bowling (so if you don't see me in one, then try the other exit), it is the exit where you can buy train tickets from. TRAVELLERS FROM OUTSIDE LONDON When you get to London (if you're taking the train/coach) you'd probably end up at one of these places, to get to finsbury park... Euston - Take the victoria Line Northbound to Finsbury Park. Kings Cross - Take the Picadilly Line Northbound to Finsbury Park. Victoria - Take the (er) Victoria Line Northbound to Finsbury Park. London Bridge - Take the Northern Line Northbound to Kings Cross, then change to the Picadilly Line Northbound to Finsbury Park. If you plan to STAY IN LONDON for the PICNIC the next day, you can get yourself a "Weekend Travelcard zone 1+2" that enables you unlimited Tube and Bus travels for the whole weekend. PICNIC Sun 6th Apr ------------------ On 6th Apr we will be having a fun ol' picnic on top of Primrose Hill in Camden, at about 2:30pm, cos it's nice there. Primrose Hill can be a bit tricky to find, but basically you travel to Camden Town tube station, and walk up a road called "Parkway" and then when there is a big split junction thing you take the road that points to the 2 o'clock direction. To make it easier, we will be meeting up at the Odeon cinema that's on "Parkway" at 2pm-2:15pm, and then we can all go up the hill together, and also buy booze from the Off License on the way up. Bring food and drinks and fun stuff! Apparently another Belle and Sebastian internet group (sponsored by the Dirty Vicar) wants to CHALLENGE US AT FOOTBALL too, on that hill that day at some point. Yeah, so join in the footballing fun. TRAVELLERS FROM OUTSIDE LONDON When you get to London (if you're taking the train/coach) you'd probably end up at one of these places, to get to Camden Town... Euston - Take the Northern Line (either branch) Northbound to Camden Town. Kings Cross - Take the Northern Line Northbound to Camden Town. Victoria - Take the (er) Victoria Line Northbound to Euston, then change to Northern Line (either branch) Northbound to Camden Town. London Bridge - Take the Northern Line Northbound to Camden Town. Get yerself a zone 1-2 one day travelcard. -------------------------- SUMMARY ------- Sat 5th Bowling, Finsbury Park - meet 2pm-2:15pm Finsbury Tube Station Sun 6th Picnic, Primrose Hill - meet 2pm-2:15pm Odeon Cinema Camden Town Any problems e-mail me. If you get lost on the day call me on 07967 755446. That's it! (Thank fuck for that) See you all soon. Ken _________________________________________________________________ Surf together with new Shared Browsing http://join.msn.com/?page=features/browse&pgmarket=en-gb&XAPID=74&DI=1059 +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 terryunderwear at xxx.com Mon Mar 31 05:28:41 2003 From: terryunderwear at xxx.com (terry underwear) Date: Mon, 31 Mar 2003 11:28:41 +0700 Subject: Sinister: Ringo Ringo Rosy Message-ID: hello, I have just spent the last 5 hours writing the reference list (APA format in the unlikely event anyone is interested) for my thesis proposal. I feel ill. In happier new, as if Yellow Submarine, Octopus's Garden, Thomas the Tank Engine and Caveman weren't evidence enough that Ringo is easily the greatest living Beatle, he has now come out (if that sentence ended there it really would be big news) and called Paul stupidhead McCartney underhanded. You can read about it here: http://entertainment.news.com.au/common/story_page/0,4459,6211161%255E10431%255E%255Enbv,00.html The fact that the credit for production on his latest album is "Produced by Mark Hudson and Ringo Starr. Produced by Ringo Starr and Mark Hudson." kinds of says it all. Has anyone heard the Mendoza Line or Rasputina versions of Fox in the Snow? Here is what albums they are on: http://www.allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&uid=10:40:15|PM&sql=H414859 A flick thru the Sinister archives reveals that the Mendoza Line cover is like "early Dylan singing Fox in the Snow" (Whiddon, 1999). And apparently Melora from Rasputina replaced Isobel for some shows on the last US tour (Almeh, 2002; Lisa, 2002; May; 2002). Casarotto (2003) described Eileen (2003) as having "a light but sure touch that attracts and sculpts emotion while never being remotely twee". I agree. Ken (2003) is a helpful chap isn't he? I only wish I could make use of all the helpful information and attend all that bowling, picnic and football action. Have fun everybody. referentially yours, terry References Almeh (2002). Geometries and Orchids That The Sunset Builds. Viewed at: http://www.missprint.org/sinister/mhonarc/200205/msg00100.html Casarotto, M. (2003). Looper? Quoi? Viewed at: http://www.missprint.org/sinister/mhonarc/latest/msg00112.html Chu, K. (2003). London Has Let Me Down a Pint (5th/6th apr London Picnic and Bowling DETAILS). Viewed at: http://www.missprint.org/sinister/mhonarc/latest/msg00115.html Eileen, C. (2003). Expectations. Viewed at: http://www.missprint.org/sinister/mhonarc/latest/msg00111.html Lisa (2002). The Center of My So Called Tweeness. Viewed at: http://www.missprint.org/sinister/mhonarc/200204/msg00247.html May, M. (2002). My friend Krispin Kenyan. Viewed at: http://www.missprint.org/sinister/mhonarc/200204/msg00271.html Whiddon, B. (1999). Dylan in the Snow. Viewed at: http://www.missprint.org/sinister/mhonarc/199912/msg00074.html --- here's what i think: http://naivetysucceeds.blogspot.com caitlin and terry's sinister recipe tree archives: http://www.joannou.net/topofthestairs/sinifood/ _____________________________________________________________ Get 25MB, POP3, Spam Filtering with LYCOS MAIL PLUS for $19.95/year. http://login.mail.lycos.com/brandPage.shtml?pageId=plus&ref=lmtplus +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 MyMomSays at xxx.com Mon Mar 31 17:13:54 2003 From: MyMomSays at xxx.com (MyMomSays at xxx.com) Date: Mon, 31 Mar 2003 11:13:54 -0500 Subject: Sinister: Places I Love (#1) Message-ID: <4F9CBFFB.4D64A9C9.0274188F@aol.com> People from out-of-town usually go to Pete's Kitchen or the Denver Diner, both of which have convenient downtown locations, mere blocks away from LoDo and east Colfax. Before I lived in Denver, I have to say I preferred the Denver Diner. Just down the street is the exit to I-25 North, so after getting all hyped up on coffee all I had to do was swing down the road a piece and I was on my way back to my cozy little town of Greeley, Colorado--a stinky mid-sized city with no real buildings or excitement, but a lot of feedlots and cowboys. Once a friend and I went to the Denver Diner fairly late (1 a.m. or so) to catch some late-night waffles. A few tables to my left sat two very serious-looking men in black turtlenecks, seemingly involved in a very intense discussion. Soon, their discussion erupted into arguing, then very loud arguing, and then some chair shoving. A waitress showed up and told them to calm down. They sulked in their chairs a bit, then the arguing began again. Then, more chair shoving. The waitress approached them once more, this time with their plates of eggs. They finally settled down together over breakfast and forgot their troubles, angrily forking eggs benedict into their mouths. Breakfast brings us together, isn't that a nice message? I've only gone to Pete's Kitchen a few times before, most of the time I was so sleepily drunk I couldn't eat, or even drink their foul coffee (it's really gross and bitter). A few months ago my boyfriend and I ate breakfast there. I believe we ordered omelettes. We held hands most of the time we were there, but then dropped our hands by our sides everytime the waitress arrived to refill our coffee. She apologized and told us we may hold hands, she didn't mind. The other night I shared a taxi with two of my friends and some extremely drunk out-of-towner who offered to pay for our cab if we'd share it with him. "I have tons of money, money is no problem," He said to the cabbie, "but.. I don't have a girlfriend," he said to me and my friends. The cab driver told us all about his career impersonating Walter Kronkite and how it ruined his life. Apparently he used to work for a radio station doing impressions of Walter Kronkite, where he'd call up radio listeners and tell ! them they'd won some sort of prize, claiming to be ol' Walt. Once he called up a woman doing his schtick. When she found out he wasn't really Walter Kronkite at all, but some goofy DJ, she gave him the "Ukrainian Curse." After that, he lost everything he owned and his partner disappeared. Now he's a cabbie telling his passengers the same story, sort of like the Ancient Mariner. Doomed to tell the same story to people who will never really care, but instead post it to a list where thousands of people will not care, and not even bother to repeat the story (I am not calling you all apathetic--I just think that if I were reading this post right now, I wouldn't bother). Oh yeah, the cabbie also recommended the drunk guy go to Pete's Kitchen to sober up. The real diner gem of Denver, Colorado is the Breakfast King. Unlike the two aforementioned diners, The Breakfast King is located alongside the interstate, right next to a strip club called "The Paper Tiger" (Where the strippers are rumored to be amputees who shimmy around to Whitesnake.. these rumors must be confirmed, or denied. Any takers?). The Breakfast King requires that their waitresses wear starched white dresses with orange aprons. Most of these waitresses accessorize flamboyantly to make up for their plan uniforms. My favorite waitress at the Breakfast King is Roxy, who likes to wear long spangly (and hopefully holiday-themed) earrings. She calls the girls "baby doll"--she calls boys "sweetheart". When Stevie was visiting, she oohed and aahed over his accent (I think she may have had a crush on him), then gave him free pancakes. All the waitresses at the Breakfast King smoke Benson & Hedges 120's, and sit at a table in the very back and smoke and gossip w! hile they work. At the Breakfast King, during any given moment, there is guaranteed to be a family of four or five, all geared up in flannel and mullets, chainsmoking and eating corned beef hash or t-bone steaks and eggs. It's just so B.K. I love that place, and I eat there completely unironically, even though it may seem the opposite. Hint: the e-mail address of MyMomSays at aol.com may become invalid on or around the date of April 1, 2003. Please cc: all responses to mandeewright at mac.com Flip-flop, Mandee May "inconsolably okay" +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 31 19:21:24 2003 From: pykachu100 at xxx.com (Kenneth P Y Chu) Date: Mon, 31 Mar 2003 18:21:24 +0000 Subject: Sinister: a summer wine tasting Message-ID: Hey sinister! Wassup. I'm just drinking a bud watchin' the game. True. British Summer Time is the best idea in the world ever. Yes you have to wake up an EXTRA HOUR EARLY for work, but the DAYLIGHT when you leave work more than makes up for it! And what's more, I've just booked my tickets for GLASTONBURY 2003! Oh my god Radiohead REM Dolly Parton all playing... I wonder if B&S will play again. I can't wait. Did you know there is a yahoo group for sinister glasto meetups? (set up by Carsmile Steve?) http://groups.yahoo.com/group/siniglasto/ and that's after B&S + DELGADOS LIVE IN GLASGOW! Glasgow then Glasto, fantastico mucho! Si se�or. ------------ Wow, I've been popular once again lately on this Sinister List it seems... my name got dropped in various places there's now a crack where the capital "K" is. And apparently lately I've been....... 1) HELPFUL! Terry Underwear wrote: >>Ken (2003) is a helpful chap isn't he?<< Only when I want people to come drinking with me.. So Helpful is probably not the word. 2) WRONG!! Caitlin Pigtails wrote: >>He got the details wrong, though! If you're going to Finsbury Park >>station, use the Victoria Line.<< I think the word Pigtails was looking for was "different", both ways would get you there innit. 3) VIN DIESEL!!!!!!!!!!!!! Christine Irene wrote: >>Ken Chu....our very own XXX<< I'm not bald yet! (Hello stene btw :)) Haha, just thought I'd clear things up.. don't want people thinking I'm some sort of untouchable celebrity now. Not YET, my band has yet to play a proper gig. It's just occured to me that Mr Casarotto would make a brilliant wine critic with his light but sure touches. :) Love and Red Bulls Ken _________________________________________________________________ It's fast, it's easy and it's free. Get MSN Messenger today! http://www.msn.co.uk/messenger +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 wpsalt at xxx.com Mon Mar 31 18:45:10 2003 From: wpsalt at xxx.com (Caitlin Pigtails) Date: Mon, 31 Mar 2003 18:45:10 +0100 Subject: Sinister: Ringo Ringo Rosy In-Reply-To: ; from terryunderwear@lycos.com on Mon, Mar 31, 2003 at 05:28:41 +0100 References: Message-ID: <20030331184510.A18070@candle.btinternet.com> On 31.03.2003 05:28 terry underwear wrote: > Has anyone heard the Mendoza Line or Rasputina versions of Fox in the > Snow? Here is what albums they are on: > http://www.allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&uid=10:40:15|PM&sql=H414859 > A flick thru the Sinister archives reveals that the Mendoza Line cover > is like "early Dylan singing Fox in the Snow" (Whiddon, 1999). And > apparently Melora from Rasputina replaced Isobel for some shows on the > last US tour (Almeh, 2002; Lisa, 2002; May; 2002). To be honest, I've not heard either of those. I have to point out, though, that the Fox In The Snow cover by Kiki & Herb just *has* to be the best one. I mean, not only does it have a gospel choir kicking in with the backing vocals, it's got a Hans Christian Andersen fairy tale in the middle too. Classic! > Casarotto (2003) described Eileen (2003) as having "a light but sure > touch that attracts and sculpts emotion while never being remotely > twee". I agree. Eileen is a great poster. When I want a reliable critical viewpoint, I always trust what big camp bald men have to say, you know. > Ken (2003) is a helpful chap isn't he? I only wish I could make use > of all the helpful information and attend all that bowling, picnic and > football action. Have fun everybody. He got the details wrong, though! If you're going to Finsbury Park station, use the Victoria Line. The Picadilly Line is awfully slow, and the only good thing about it is the wall tiling on the station platforms. Changing onto the Victoria at Kings Cross is a much better idea, even though you'll have to walk down the escalator. Oh, and if your train is going to Paddington or Marylebone, the best route is via the Bakerloo and change at Oxford Circus. Yours under ground, Caitlin -- http://www.joannou.net/topofthestairs/ "When life gives us lemons, we just sit there and sulk about it, in the corner of the room, in a fetal position." - Matthew Henderson, on the Sinister mailing list. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 retrosec at xxx.uk Mon Mar 31 22:30:42 2003 From: retrosec at xxx.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Retro^Sec?=) Date: Mon, 31 Mar 2003 22:30:42 +0100 (BST) Subject: Sinister: The mission statement was abandoned Message-ID: <20030331213042.22427.qmail@web13113.mail.yahoo.com> This following post, has been created from suggested topics by members of the list, who were too busy analyising what makes a good post, to actually post. Still, with other people suggesting the topics of posting, it means therefore, that there must be interest in the topics, and this isn't just going to be ignored by the whole list, just most of it. Appealing to the few is ok too. MARILYN MANSON I think Marilyn Manson is actually pretty normal. All this nonsense about him being demonic and whatever else have you. There is nothing alternative about having long hair and wearing make up. I find him less freakish than Robbie Williams. But what is let to rebel against, when you're so popular? The man needs to get over his angsty 15 year old hang ups, and get himself a nice job as an accountant somewhere in Northampton. ICE CREAM VANS Ice Cream Vans = thriller soundtrack style creepy jingles; duty free fags; bad drawings of mikey mouse with "Mind that Child!!" written on them, which as a child I never understood, especially as I ran out from behind the van, never in front of it, so it would be the cars coming towards it that never saw me. Ten pence mix-ups; memories of watching that show with the bloke who was off of Phoenix Nights as a porn loving ice cream van owner. HOT FLAN SEX Now available from the usual outlets in Keith (as in, the place, not the person). CLOTHES I need more. i also need to lose weight, so i can fit into the old ones, and therefore have more clothes that I can wear. I want a new suit. I have this problem with clothes, that when someone else buys something new - usually someone I Know - then I want to buy something new too. Especially for going out in. CANKLES I have no idea what cankles are. There wasn't that the best post you ever read? Cheers idles xx ===== http://retrosec.blogspot.com/ thoughts __________________________________________________ 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 peter_harr1s at xxx.uk Mon Mar 31 18:58:28 2003 From: peter_harr1s at xxx.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Peter=20Harris?=) Date: Mon, 31 Mar 2003 18:58:28 +0100 (BST) Subject: Sinister: the green felt battlefield, amongst others (hello to sinister) Message-ID: <20030331175828.9379.qmail@web14707.mail.yahoo.com> Dear Sinister, Gosh, a room full of faces. Most of them look friendly. many of them look quite pretty, too! I've been lurking for a couple of months, just to soak up the atmosphere, and now, with a deep breath... I'm afraid i'm here to bore you with yet another introduction. Hello, I'm peter harris, soon to be a non-teenager as i hit the 20. Unlike when i play darts... Rather than explain myself, i'll tell you my top ten albums. They probably speak volumes. Shack - HMS Fable (1999) Mr Briggs - Landscape And Liability (1999) Nirvana - Nevermind (1991) Pavement - Terror Twilight (1999) Belle And Sebastian - Tigermilk (1997) Sigur Rós - Ágætis Byrjun (2000) Roger Waters - Amused To Death (1992) Pink Floyd - The Division Bell (1994) REM - Automatic For The People (1992) Smashing Pumpkins - Adore (1998) They are only my favourites as I can genuinely say i love each song off them, many have come close, but these ten made it. I have been moved to post by some of your wonderful prose. Is it weird speaking about 1400-odd people as a single entity? So many fractions making up a whole must be almost unique. Anyway, Ken Chu said: 'Ahh, yes, a fellow late night poker enthusiast. The next question for Chris though, should be "Can you explain the dealer button to us?"' "Well, it's a disc which moves one seat round the table each hand. The player to the immediate left posts a compulsory bet known as the small blind, then the player to their left posts double that figure, the big blind. That's what gets the action going. Insofar as i have a profession outside of being a university student (Social Anthropology and Archaeology, sounds swish - isn't), my leading money-making venture is in the world of hold 'em poker (£60 this academic year). Anyone want copies of Late Night Poker series 3,4,5 and 6? (including Beans!)? email me! For those of you not so card-savvy, may i recommend the film 'Rounders', starring Matt Damon, Edward Norton and John Malkovich. Very enjoyable, even if you don't tickle the felt. In reference to the 'war', my grandad taught me that listening to people's opinions is enough. May i be so bold as to direct you to 'Amused to Death' by Roger Waters; he lost his father in world war 2 and i think the album speaks volumes about modern conflict and the nature of "civilised" humanity. I think all the problems in the world stems from one thing - unhappiness. So, i do as much as i can to make people happy - grass roots stuff, just smiling at people, giving unexpected presents, saying nice things at the right time. If you can make others happy, you are doing the most powerful thing possible. Incidentally, i think the happiest spice is cinnamon. I had it for all 3 meals the other day and was super-happy. Is there a greater spice?? Just before i go, i'll drum up some content. I am glad that the band are the reason for so many fine minds existing on sinister. I appreciate the causes that the band support; it says something about a band when they will headline a charity concert. Using music to increase social awareness. It works. Much to my chagrin, i am too poor to afford a concert ticket; i have seen them a couple of times before, so i may just put on a CD and dance around my bedroom that night. Anyway, that's all for now; sorry to those of you who hate these lack-of-content emails, but i suppose if this had been a blistering email, improvement would have been impossible. Much love, Peter x __________________________________________________ Yahoo! Plus For a better Internet experience http://www.yahoo.co.uk/btoffer +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 kmhyde at xxx.edu Mon Mar 31 23:02:00 2003 From: kmhyde at xxx.edu (Kevin Hyde) Date: Mon, 31 Mar 2003 17:02:00 -0500 Subject: Sinister: you shanked my Jengaship Message-ID: <136401c2f7d1$27be1770$ac72ef80@wm.edu> Hellloooo Sinister, I finished reading Foster Wallace's "Infinite Jest" the other day, at 7 in the morning. It was amazing. I was absolutely reminded of something that Michael Chabon said about Gabriel Garcia-Marquez and Love in the Time of Cholera, "that book almost made it so that I would never have to write again. It was so close to perfect." Or something like that. Oh, but I kid. I had the super-urge to write after seeing Idles' post which featured a mysteriously null-setted section on Cankles, which, yeah, I can totally fill you in on, since you're all probably dying to know: Cankles, according to my younger brother, are a rarely seen phenomenon in certain females. The word cankle comes from combining 'calf' and 'ankle', and the actual physical thing is a similar deal- when a girl's calf muscle looks like it goes straight down into her shoe, then she has cankles. I think it's kind of a pejorative term, as it goes that the more slender-type (or muscular at least) ladies usually have a nice sort of reverse circumflex curve that shows where the calf ends and the ankle begins. Anyway, besides that, I have been lately watching the Homestar Runner cartoons, which are hilarious, and on the same reference-per-frame level as maybe Mystery Science Theater 3000, or even the Simpsons (well, not quite, but they are funny). I'm not sure if many of you have heard of it, but it's gaining a wider following here in the states at least, and, uh, they're just great. (www.homestarrunner.com) I had more (and more interesting) things to say, but I'm at work right now, and I get the creepy feeling sometimes that the office is insulated in some kind of synapse-deadening material. Anyway, hope you're all well, 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. 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