Sinister: Such a Little Thing Makes Such a Big Difference

[Krister Bladh]

Hello all,
I must say I am ashamed
*hanging my head in shame* I haven’t written to you for criminally long. Even my sinister-mail has been piling up. And I know it’s no excuse to say I’ve been busy! Actually, this isn’t the post I’ve been meaning to write, explaining all about how my life has changed (for the better, I like to believe). That will have to come later
 And Astrid: I’m even sorrier I haven’t written to you either (though you’ve been on my mind every so often). At least YOU remember me, right? The thing is, something’s come up. Something that’s so much more important to say. And I have to write it down before the feeling of it fades away. It includes two people, called Mark and Lupe. All you need to know right now about the other stuff is that I’m now studying at the university and that I’ve gotten involved with the student radio’s indie program. Ok
 here goes:

One of my favourite bands, Pipas, came to Sweden for a gig last Friday. (I’m just a fool for Lupe’s voice). I was sooo excited. Me and Rebecca (also from the radio) were going to interview them. My experience started with me and Rebecca seeing Mark, Lupe getting off the bus, guitar cases in hand, with a friend of theirs (I’m really terrible with names). They were so nice and cute! It was really the dream of meeting an idol come true. The interview went well and we had a few laughs, but all the important stuff happened after that. They played two songs live in the radio studio, and I finally realised that I was going to see them live that evening and how great it was going to be.
My best friend Eric, who also loves Pipas, was unable to see them, because only students are allowed at the club where they were going to play. He was really sad. But Mark and Lupe were nice enough to put him on the guest list. (Must’ve been the funniest one ever – just one name
) We got badges of course, and they wanted to hang out with us afterwards. So the five of us went back out into the dark and damp late Swedish afternoon (the first time I’ve appreciated that kind of weather). It was so nice just talking to them – it’s moments like this you’re thankful that you’re trying to do something more with you interest in music and actually getting involved in some way.
They wanted to do some sightseeing so we took them to the cathedral (we couldn’t come up with anything else), which is definitely boring if you live here. But it was great being there with them and they were fascinated with it and its astronomic clock and the sculpture of Finn the giant (which is an unquestionably stupid legend). Then hugs were exchanged and we parted, as we all had to prepare for the show.
My perfect day continued with me and Eric taking the train to the pre-party (is that a correct English term?) at Rebecca’s friend Marie’s corridor room at campus. It was nice, talking and listening to Pipas, Free Loan Investments and Heavenly. Than all of us, maybe 10 people, took the bus to the club. This is first time I’ve been to a club together with that many people –and with that nice people.
At the club, it was without a doubt the best time I’ve been there. We met Mark, Lupe and their friend again, and Eric got to meet them too. I was ecstatic, talking to them, dancing with my friends to Teenage Fanclub, and drinking Guinness. The concert was one of the best ones ever (right up there with B&S). It wasn’t perfect, it never is. And the place wasn’t even half full. But I didn’t mind any of that. I was dancing
 It was whole the context, everything that had happened that day that made it so good (and that they mentioned “our friends Chris and Rebecca”). Also, I have to mention that a very special girl was there. This is a girl that just makes me cry every time I look at her. I’ve never talked to her. I’ve written a song about her though, called Belle (of course). And our eyes have sometimes met. I’ve been seeing her at all the best gigs for about two years, and I’ve finally figured out where she’s from. This is the girl that will be on the cover of my fanzine (whenev!
 er I get started with it) sitting on a blanket in a park, immersed in a book by Dostoyevsky, frowning over a sentence she’s reading. I could die just to touch her

Me and Eric took the last train home. It wasn’t until I was in bed, going softly to sleep, that I it came to my mind that this was one of the best days in my life. I felt happier than I’ve felt for a long time. I fell asleep and dreamt about Belle. (I hate myself for not remembering it clearly. I need to savour every moment in her arms, fiction or not.)
Today I understand it even more clearly. I think this must be the first time I’ve ever really felt appreciated. It’s a moment that has to be made eternal so I never forget it. That’s part of why I’m writing this. And it has to go into a song of course, presuming I have time to write it. I’ve never felt as inspired as now. I can picture myself writing about this, all teary-eyed, for the sleeve of a compilation ten years from now.
Maybe all this doesn’t seem overly fantastic (probably just sentimental and trite) to any of you, but you must consider that my life has always been kind of empty, making me an incurable saddo (well maybe not anymore). Pipas has earned a very special place in my heart.

the intended post will follow (hopefully soon),
x
Chris
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