things can surprise ya
yeasterday i turn up to soundy-cheque in ye olde badde moood
i picked the kids up at school that arvo
n i found it was same-olde same-olde
like nothing had ever happened
the nice parents
the bourgeois pricks
and most of the others i dont know
anyway its a bit of a reality jolt
eve n aurora come outta class
eve comes and gives me a hugganakiss
hi daddy in her husky still slightly american voice
aurora comes over
hello darlin' i say
here you are she says
and gives me a big bit of cardboard
im sposed to carry home
arent you even gonna say hello?
she turns round limply
hello
wow
i guess auroras 1st day back at school wasnt everything she had hoped
but i get treated coolly because of it
just like a woman!
(please no feminist bile...
if i aint doin' my bit for the female species..i dunno who is...)
anyway
then evie starr loses it when i say no swimmy swimmy today
man shes laying a guilt trip on me
i dont care about yer silly olde soundcheck...we havent been swimming for ages
listen eve when i was a kid...why i was lucky if...
but the kids dont wanna listen to this olde schmoe baloney
to eve its her god given right to go swimming at some beach/pool
every day when its vaguely even warm
aurora not quite so gung ho
but not far behind
so i walk all the way home
getting a twin guilt trip
laid on me from the 2 daughters
who always are a few paces behind
no matter how slow i go
wailing
gnashing of teeth
tearing out hair
if i provoked eve now
shed probably run up n punch me in the ass
so i just keep going
but but the state theatre....
anyway this whole episode is a big reality adjustment
for yer erstwhile rockstar strutting his ole stuff in fronta the big crowds
the doodles dont give a fig for all that
im just a silly olde daddy who wont do as hes tolde
by time i get to state
i feeling ...i dunno...flat..a little angry
i go inside
the rest of band are offhand to me
theres nothing for me to do
while the gettarists n drummer fuck about with instrumentos
i get bored
i walk out in the city to centrepoint tower mall
and i see martin chambers buying a fruit juice
i buy an avo n tomato n beetroot sanger
(you can beat an egg but ya cant beat a root)
i go back to gig
still not ready
when i do get a chance to play
i coppa excrutiating squeal of feedback
it shoots into my damaged drums like heat seeking missile
and explodes in my brain like a million pieces of glass
my tinnitus is upped again another notch
anyway our soundcheck is mediocre
they all wanna play "easy"
and i dont really like it that much....
anyway
to cut a long story shorts
we eventually go onstage at 730
the audience still coming in...but thats ok
and guess what
the cherch play a scorcher
a blinder
my oh my i shimmied n i strolled like a chicago moll
we rock n rolled
we faded up n down
we transcended baby....we really transcended
oh i like block
its a great song to end on
a hot night in sydney
a song about a hot night in sydney
it all comes full circle
i finish the gig
i have a cold shower
i jump straight in cab
home to nk
ah romance
baby wakes up
ah romance
baby wakes up
ah romance......
see ya tomorrow
penrith theatre
(dont sound too exciting)
sk
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
in absentia
ok
dear commenters, subscribers, fiendss and foes
i am so sorry for my not time being here
for however long it was....
i was working long hours
stuck in places with no internet (believe it or knot)
jesus i can hardly remember the victorian gig now
it was kinda cold
i talked to gudinski
i walked thru the crowd
and i realised how much paul kelly means to em
and how we could never approach that...
for this crowd at any rate
cos i guess these people have jus' been listenin' to kelso
(as grant used to call 'im)
(and grant really loved kelsos music too!)
their whole lives
and they met n got married n divorced n bet on the horses
and played cricket on the beach and had christmas barbies
etc
and they fucking well love him
and yes i wrote he was ordinary
and i guess that was envy talking
cos i wish i had thousands of people coming to see me at wineries
cos kelso can sell these big joints out on his own
and hes got this vulnerability
this softness
and theres no one else like him
he is kinda ordinary
but in the sense of an ordinary day
because paul has no pretentious stuff left in his songs
they are economic universal easy and often beautiful songs
check out randwick bells which grant especially made me aware of
pointing out what he considered were the implications in a very simple song
paul is a great australian writer
but he avoids condescension
he is a relaxed and engaging performer
he easily remains intimate even at this great range
and with all these people......
his band is excellent
some of his songs are real gems
good on ya kelso....!
anyway after melby
i have meeting with polinski n crew about mimesis
polinski as iconoclastic as usual
one guy at meeting says
"we dont want this taking up a lotta time n money"
polinski says "i do !"
ha ha
i thought that was pretty funny
i hate those meetings where there all talking the olde jive lingo
blah blah timeframe blah blah actioning blah blah heres my e-card
anyway we fly to perth
and its very very hot
the road crew are all bright red in the faces
n sweating buckets of ink as my mum would say
steve its really hot says jordy b who really IS the 5th member of the cherch
cant be as hot as last new years day in sydney i say confidently
it is says jordy b ,steve ,it is..
when i hit the stage its over 100 fahrenheit like 43 celsius
and the guitar strings are red hot n detuning
the bass heats up
n im carrying this great hot lump of wood n metal
all over the place
trying to be cool n enigmatic in the scorching withering heat
kudos to the audience who tolerated that n listened
well the band heated up
and we played n angry n hot block
which is so-o appropo cos block was written about days like this
hot stinkin' australian days that blast your white skin
and make your pits gush water n yer head fuckin' pound
i stood on that stage
in the direct sunlight
my sunglasses fogged up
the music screaming in my headset
my fingers plucking the molten strings
and about 8 thousand people
and all around grapevines
and mountains
and that merciless sun
and im fading fast
but i give it everything i got
and we crash n burn gloriously
afterwards im knackered
i go to motel
blow a spliff with sam spans on a building site next to motel
while lightning strikes itself above us
next day
is swallowed up in leaving perf n flite back
nothing remarkable
so there you go
itll be bizness as unusual from tomorrow on
so stay tuned
tonite is state theatre in sydney
bye bye
dear commenters, subscribers, fiendss and foes
i am so sorry for my not time being here
for however long it was....
i was working long hours
stuck in places with no internet (believe it or knot)
jesus i can hardly remember the victorian gig now
it was kinda cold
i talked to gudinski
i walked thru the crowd
and i realised how much paul kelly means to em
and how we could never approach that...
for this crowd at any rate
cos i guess these people have jus' been listenin' to kelso
(as grant used to call 'im)
(and grant really loved kelsos music too!)
their whole lives
and they met n got married n divorced n bet on the horses
and played cricket on the beach and had christmas barbies
etc
and they fucking well love him
and yes i wrote he was ordinary
and i guess that was envy talking
cos i wish i had thousands of people coming to see me at wineries
cos kelso can sell these big joints out on his own
and hes got this vulnerability
this softness
and theres no one else like him
he is kinda ordinary
but in the sense of an ordinary day
because paul has no pretentious stuff left in his songs
they are economic universal easy and often beautiful songs
check out randwick bells which grant especially made me aware of
pointing out what he considered were the implications in a very simple song
paul is a great australian writer
but he avoids condescension
he is a relaxed and engaging performer
he easily remains intimate even at this great range
and with all these people......
his band is excellent
some of his songs are real gems
good on ya kelso....!
anyway after melby
i have meeting with polinski n crew about mimesis
polinski as iconoclastic as usual
one guy at meeting says
"we dont want this taking up a lotta time n money"
polinski says "i do !"
ha ha
i thought that was pretty funny
i hate those meetings where there all talking the olde jive lingo
blah blah timeframe blah blah actioning blah blah heres my e-card
anyway we fly to perth
and its very very hot
the road crew are all bright red in the faces
n sweating buckets of ink as my mum would say
steve its really hot says jordy b who really IS the 5th member of the cherch
cant be as hot as last new years day in sydney i say confidently
it is says jordy b ,steve ,it is..
when i hit the stage its over 100 fahrenheit like 43 celsius
and the guitar strings are red hot n detuning
the bass heats up
n im carrying this great hot lump of wood n metal
all over the place
trying to be cool n enigmatic in the scorching withering heat
kudos to the audience who tolerated that n listened
well the band heated up
and we played n angry n hot block
which is so-o appropo cos block was written about days like this
hot stinkin' australian days that blast your white skin
and make your pits gush water n yer head fuckin' pound
i stood on that stage
in the direct sunlight
my sunglasses fogged up
the music screaming in my headset
my fingers plucking the molten strings
and about 8 thousand people
and all around grapevines
and mountains
and that merciless sun
and im fading fast
but i give it everything i got
and we crash n burn gloriously
afterwards im knackered
i go to motel
blow a spliff with sam spans on a building site next to motel
while lightning strikes itself above us
next day
is swallowed up in leaving perf n flite back
nothing remarkable
so there you go
itll be bizness as unusual from tomorrow on
so stay tuned
tonite is state theatre in sydney
bye bye
Friday, January 26, 2007
hobart airport blogge
im sitting here
hob airport
la hynde and pretenders too
waiting to fly to melbjorne
tomorrow morning i gotta early meeting
with some toffs who are interested in mimesis becoming a show..
yessaday swallowed up flying to hob
we eat dinner in an indian
it takes so long to arrive i fall asleep
when i wake up i dont know where i am..
early nite
up early today
do xi gong and yoga
we drive to winery
its a beauty
surrounded by mountains n the sea
we play very well
we get n do an encore
pretenders play well
everybody seems happy
yeah
well thats about it really
i'll catch up in detail when i getta chance
love
the killer
xxx
hob airport
la hynde and pretenders too
waiting to fly to melbjorne
tomorrow morning i gotta early meeting
with some toffs who are interested in mimesis becoming a show..
yessaday swallowed up flying to hob
we eat dinner in an indian
it takes so long to arrive i fall asleep
when i wake up i dont know where i am..
early nite
up early today
do xi gong and yoga
we drive to winery
its a beauty
surrounded by mountains n the sea
we play very well
we get n do an encore
pretenders play well
everybody seems happy
yeah
well thats about it really
i'll catch up in detail when i getta chance
love
the killer
xxx
Thursday, January 25, 2007
paige the tern
'ardly unpacked my bloomin' suitcase
and now im off
headed for
taz-mania
now i aint ever been a tasmaniac myself
its a little creepy down there i think
but um....duty calls and i must wrock
tonite is a nite off actually
in hobart
capital of taz
know where you can find a ho, bart?
actually i never say ho or whore either
i refer to women i dont like as cows or bints or scrubbers or dodgy boilers
i refer to men i dont like as pigs, wallies,imbeciles or sometimes even dick-nose
i imagine a dick-nose and a dodgy boiler could have some interesting progeny
actually i dont swear much at all
except for prodigious use of the word fuck
why do i say fuck all the fucking time
well my dad liked that word
but he NEVER used it at home in frunna mumnkids
at lyneham high you had to say fuck as many times as you could
in one sentence. eg
i fuckin' fucked fuck-face off, he's a fucker anyway
i fuckin' hate him hes fucked and i hope he fuckin'well gets fucked....fuck!
i guess they couldnt get the lyneham outta the bouy...
anyway whre was i ?
the music biz is very big on the word too...
we didnt fuckin get our fuckin drinks or fuckin soundcheck!so fuck you AND them!!
yeah?
yeah!
well fuck you too!
yeah fuck u2 too!!
now if my mothers reading this
you can see mother im only using this word as an example
not actually swearing myself...
its dialogue .....
anyway today its tas and im underwhelmed by the thought
and first i 'ave to go some where
and pick something up before airport
no fiendss not drugzz neither
some eekwipment wood ya beleaf
god im getting sick of this silly spelling too
and yes i gotta make the most of my morning with fambley
cos i got my fambley manne hat on
aurora n eve say things wistfully like
"gee dad its not the same when youre not here"
"i wish you didnt have to go today"
and they dont seem so convinced that me
strummin' a guitar at some winery in tas
is a great reason to not be home with them
during the holidaze
the bumper is a delight
(except at nite when she turns into baby hyde)
she has her own weird dance
i mean im a muso baybee...i seen a lotta folks dancin'
but i aint never seen this before
theres some music she really likes too
like kate bush n tori amos
genesis
the cherch
nks moby record
oh yeah and the rolling stones
stevie nicks
when any of those go on
she looks at ya n flashes her eye
crouches down low n sways
often stand with all her weight on one leg
in a strange pose that reminds me of a medicine man
like shes following these prescribed movements
and shes very serious and concentrating
i mean when the doodles were that age
theyd hear music n run around the room
colliding falling over n laughing
scarlet bends at the knee
and slowly goes up n down n side to side
freezing into position occaisionally and looking up meaningfully
it is a most amusing yet confusing display
where is she getting this dance routine from
hell im even trying to emulate it onstage such is its strange charm
anyway ho- bart still looms out there
down there towards the south pole
where i dinnae really wanna go
i like my palm trees n balmy breezes
i like my warm wet grey days by the sea
yessaday we went to botanic gardens
(when i shamefully stumbled back outta bed at 2 in arvo)
i saw the very sad sight
of a baby water fowl had fallen into a pool of water
inhabited by a huge grey eel
and the parent birds couldnae get it out
standersby we trying to keep the eel away from babybird with sticks
but cruel brutal nature inevitably had its way
and mr eel had fresh baby waterfowl for his lunchy
the mummyfowl squeaked n cooed mournfully
n i said to nk
you know to that bird ...she loved that baby like we love the bumper
and we both felt sad
and yes fiendss
nature is ruthless
anyway tonite hob-art
tomorrow the wino ree
i bet ya all a tenner
that there aint no internet at the hotel in hobart
ho ho
love
the being
and now im off
headed for
taz-mania
now i aint ever been a tasmaniac myself
its a little creepy down there i think
but um....duty calls and i must wrock
tonite is a nite off actually
in hobart
capital of taz
know where you can find a ho, bart?
actually i never say ho or whore either
i refer to women i dont like as cows or bints or scrubbers or dodgy boilers
i refer to men i dont like as pigs, wallies,imbeciles or sometimes even dick-nose
i imagine a dick-nose and a dodgy boiler could have some interesting progeny
actually i dont swear much at all
except for prodigious use of the word fuck
why do i say fuck all the fucking time
well my dad liked that word
but he NEVER used it at home in frunna mumnkids
at lyneham high you had to say fuck as many times as you could
in one sentence. eg
i fuckin' fucked fuck-face off, he's a fucker anyway
i fuckin' hate him hes fucked and i hope he fuckin'well gets fucked....fuck!
i guess they couldnt get the lyneham outta the bouy...
anyway whre was i ?
the music biz is very big on the word too...
we didnt fuckin get our fuckin drinks or fuckin soundcheck!so fuck you AND them!!
yeah?
yeah!
well fuck you too!
yeah fuck u2 too!!
now if my mothers reading this
you can see mother im only using this word as an example
not actually swearing myself...
its dialogue .....
anyway today its tas and im underwhelmed by the thought
and first i 'ave to go some where
and pick something up before airport
no fiendss not drugzz neither
some eekwipment wood ya beleaf
god im getting sick of this silly spelling too
and yes i gotta make the most of my morning with fambley
cos i got my fambley manne hat on
aurora n eve say things wistfully like
"gee dad its not the same when youre not here"
"i wish you didnt have to go today"
and they dont seem so convinced that me
strummin' a guitar at some winery in tas
is a great reason to not be home with them
during the holidaze
the bumper is a delight
(except at nite when she turns into baby hyde)
she has her own weird dance
i mean im a muso baybee...i seen a lotta folks dancin'
but i aint never seen this before
theres some music she really likes too
like kate bush n tori amos
genesis
the cherch
nks moby record
oh yeah and the rolling stones
stevie nicks
when any of those go on
she looks at ya n flashes her eye
crouches down low n sways
often stand with all her weight on one leg
in a strange pose that reminds me of a medicine man
like shes following these prescribed movements
and shes very serious and concentrating
i mean when the doodles were that age
theyd hear music n run around the room
colliding falling over n laughing
scarlet bends at the knee
and slowly goes up n down n side to side
freezing into position occaisionally and looking up meaningfully
it is a most amusing yet confusing display
where is she getting this dance routine from
hell im even trying to emulate it onstage such is its strange charm
anyway ho- bart still looms out there
down there towards the south pole
where i dinnae really wanna go
i like my palm trees n balmy breezes
i like my warm wet grey days by the sea
yessaday we went to botanic gardens
(when i shamefully stumbled back outta bed at 2 in arvo)
i saw the very sad sight
of a baby water fowl had fallen into a pool of water
inhabited by a huge grey eel
and the parent birds couldnae get it out
standersby we trying to keep the eel away from babybird with sticks
but cruel brutal nature inevitably had its way
and mr eel had fresh baby waterfowl for his lunchy
the mummyfowl squeaked n cooed mournfully
n i said to nk
you know to that bird ...she loved that baby like we love the bumper
and we both felt sad
and yes fiendss
nature is ruthless
anyway tonite hob-art
tomorrow the wino ree
i bet ya all a tenner
that there aint no internet at the hotel in hobart
ho ho
love
the being
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
absent without leaves
i tried fiendss
i checked into mo-tels n ho-tels
do you have the internet?
ah..we do..but its not working right now
jesus h christ australia
even the smallest ma n pa place in the states
had the internet...most of em hi-speed wireless
yet ya stay at a good hotel here.....nothin'!
i tried at airports
i tried backstage
most backstages in the states have wireless internet
i mean c'mon...
anuway enuff grizzling and excuses
(perhaps the real reason was i couldnt be bothered!?)
(but thats not true)
anyway i left you in the new modernized adelaide hairport
where they do have free internet...very enlightened
but then what we ya expect of a state that decriminalized pot
we fly to melby-welby
uh oh rain rain rain
we rush strate to ye olde giggle thru the rain
its about an hour outta melby
we turn up n its sloshville, muddy n slightly rainy still
people appear n disappear in the porta -loos
i am amazed to see olde friends sammy s n donny b there
gee i meet ed kuepper n peter oxley
everybodies talking about some folk guy who was the bees knees
theyve moved the gig into a tin shed..its too wet outdoors
indeed its bucketing down now
we go on after ed k who has the crowd going wild
we immediately encounter problems
the bass cuts in n out
everything sounds weird n wrong
the crowd
who have been waiting patiently in this huge tin barn
are natchally disappointed
more delays
my banter falls on mostly flat ears
we play but its a struggle
we never take off let alone transcend
the crowd begin to leave bit by bit
the festival is way over time
it is a black teeming night outside
and many have kids..
after milky way most of em go
leaving a cuppla hundred true cherch fanss
who cheer us on
we do an ill-advised encore
afterwards i stand in the dressing room
which is really some sort of cricket club
glumly sipping red wine n smoking spliffs
i chat to ss n db n the lil lord who has turned up
but my hearts not in it
for whatever reason we were completely underwhelming tonight
we coulda kicked a goal but we got sent off the field
the ride back thru the black cold rainy nite
(hey melby..what happened to summer?)
i sit at the back of the bus
ah its a real kilbey moment
dog tired...half tipsy from the vino
stoned from the pot
our minibus glides thru wet avenues
people in the cabin talk softly
i can hear them thru my ipod playing something amby
i see the lights on the drivers control panel
beautiful little red n green points
i forget the gig
and let my mind drift abroad
im so happy for the drive into melb
cos im not there at all
and thats where i like to be
a rude shock to arrive at hotel
and have to pile out
unload suitcases n etcs
my room is ok but its got no windows(!?)
i naively check to see if theres any internet...ha ha
i fall asleep heavy black dreamless
the next morning i get up
have a toasted tomato sandbo n a pumpkin soup at cafe next door
we fly to coolangatta brissy for 2 hours n im nervous the whole way
have been listnin very much to john foxx /harold budd records
but its calming tones cant cut over the engines roar
we arrive in coolangatta(think florida)
i feel depressed n empty
its hot
its vacuous
we are a support groop at a huge unfeeling venue
i go to hotel do yoga n have a swim in the warm pacific
i walk thru the vines n lianas of greenmount
back to gig
a long tedious soundcheck
mwp n pk fucking round with their amps etc
no dinner
just a cuppla cold veggie sausages
we go on and.....
we slay em
suddenly im transformed into joe rockstar
i ponce all over the stage posing bumping n grinding
i make a loada mistakes but no one cares
tim n marty are laffing their heads off at my antics
the crowd really seem to like us
i play the humble card
"gee folks...i didnt think you was gonna like us..."
we really play well
block is a scorcher
and we get an encore killed only by the house lights coming up
afterwards we meet martin from pretenders
and then la hynde herself appears shaking our hands
and being very nice
ah ha this has been good night
the next morning i do my qigong n yoga n my room overlooking the sea
i go n have swim
i meet others n have hash browns, baked beans, avocado, tomato
spinach on turkish bread plus a watermelon pineapple n ginger juice
a bumpy flight home but ya cant have everything
my family are pleased to see weary olde daddy-boy home
bumper jumps up into my arms and wont get down for ages
nk n i have a romantic night but overindulge in everything
today im feeling well hung over
i think i need to go back to bed actually
but i hadda write sumpthing 1st
to ya all
cos im a responsible person
and i have a duty
the blogge must go on
so there you go
adelaide =6
harvest = 4
coolangatta = 8 n a half
tomorrow i fly off to ho-bart
in tas-mania
see ya later
sk
i checked into mo-tels n ho-tels
do you have the internet?
ah..we do..but its not working right now
jesus h christ australia
even the smallest ma n pa place in the states
had the internet...most of em hi-speed wireless
yet ya stay at a good hotel here.....nothin'!
i tried at airports
i tried backstage
most backstages in the states have wireless internet
i mean c'mon...
anuway enuff grizzling and excuses
(perhaps the real reason was i couldnt be bothered!?)
(but thats not true)
anyway i left you in the new modernized adelaide hairport
where they do have free internet...very enlightened
but then what we ya expect of a state that decriminalized pot
we fly to melby-welby
uh oh rain rain rain
we rush strate to ye olde giggle thru the rain
its about an hour outta melby
we turn up n its sloshville, muddy n slightly rainy still
people appear n disappear in the porta -loos
i am amazed to see olde friends sammy s n donny b there
gee i meet ed kuepper n peter oxley
everybodies talking about some folk guy who was the bees knees
theyve moved the gig into a tin shed..its too wet outdoors
indeed its bucketing down now
we go on after ed k who has the crowd going wild
we immediately encounter problems
the bass cuts in n out
everything sounds weird n wrong
the crowd
who have been waiting patiently in this huge tin barn
are natchally disappointed
more delays
my banter falls on mostly flat ears
we play but its a struggle
we never take off let alone transcend
the crowd begin to leave bit by bit
the festival is way over time
it is a black teeming night outside
and many have kids..
after milky way most of em go
leaving a cuppla hundred true cherch fanss
who cheer us on
we do an ill-advised encore
afterwards i stand in the dressing room
which is really some sort of cricket club
glumly sipping red wine n smoking spliffs
i chat to ss n db n the lil lord who has turned up
but my hearts not in it
for whatever reason we were completely underwhelming tonight
we coulda kicked a goal but we got sent off the field
the ride back thru the black cold rainy nite
(hey melby..what happened to summer?)
i sit at the back of the bus
ah its a real kilbey moment
dog tired...half tipsy from the vino
stoned from the pot
our minibus glides thru wet avenues
people in the cabin talk softly
i can hear them thru my ipod playing something amby
i see the lights on the drivers control panel
beautiful little red n green points
i forget the gig
and let my mind drift abroad
im so happy for the drive into melb
cos im not there at all
and thats where i like to be
a rude shock to arrive at hotel
and have to pile out
unload suitcases n etcs
my room is ok but its got no windows(!?)
i naively check to see if theres any internet...ha ha
i fall asleep heavy black dreamless
the next morning i get up
have a toasted tomato sandbo n a pumpkin soup at cafe next door
we fly to coolangatta brissy for 2 hours n im nervous the whole way
have been listnin very much to john foxx /harold budd records
but its calming tones cant cut over the engines roar
we arrive in coolangatta(think florida)
i feel depressed n empty
its hot
its vacuous
we are a support groop at a huge unfeeling venue
i go to hotel do yoga n have a swim in the warm pacific
i walk thru the vines n lianas of greenmount
back to gig
a long tedious soundcheck
mwp n pk fucking round with their amps etc
no dinner
just a cuppla cold veggie sausages
we go on and.....
we slay em
suddenly im transformed into joe rockstar
i ponce all over the stage posing bumping n grinding
i make a loada mistakes but no one cares
tim n marty are laffing their heads off at my antics
the crowd really seem to like us
i play the humble card
"gee folks...i didnt think you was gonna like us..."
we really play well
block is a scorcher
and we get an encore killed only by the house lights coming up
afterwards we meet martin from pretenders
and then la hynde herself appears shaking our hands
and being very nice
ah ha this has been good night
the next morning i do my qigong n yoga n my room overlooking the sea
i go n have swim
i meet others n have hash browns, baked beans, avocado, tomato
spinach on turkish bread plus a watermelon pineapple n ginger juice
a bumpy flight home but ya cant have everything
my family are pleased to see weary olde daddy-boy home
bumper jumps up into my arms and wont get down for ages
nk n i have a romantic night but overindulge in everything
today im feeling well hung over
i think i need to go back to bed actually
but i hadda write sumpthing 1st
to ya all
cos im a responsible person
and i have a duty
the blogge must go on
so there you go
adelaide =6
harvest = 4
coolangatta = 8 n a half
tomorrow i fly off to ho-bart
in tas-mania
see ya later
sk
Sunday, January 21, 2007
whinery blooze
heya feendz
im sitting at adelayde aeropoort
reddy to fly to mell-bjorne
yessaday morning i got up at 530 to blog to ya
but the bloggething was gone
yessaday play with pretenders n paul kelly
at this wine-a-rie in s.a. 2 hours from addy
we were pretty good i thought all things considering
people seemed to like it
chrissy is slim n young lookin'
her music was perfect
she played all the singles
no transcendence
no attempt at that
just knock out the hits
thank you very much
see ya later
paul kelly was suitably ordinary
i mean hes ok....
but nothing to get all excited about, thats for sure
tim chatted with martin chambers
chrissy seems a bit of a loof
on a bit of a star trip
but what wood i know...?
anyway i gotta get on a plane here
we headlining the harvest festival tonite
it could be raining too
sorry this has been a bit bland
will write back when i get next internet connexion
see ya later
sk
im sitting at adelayde aeropoort
reddy to fly to mell-bjorne
yessaday morning i got up at 530 to blog to ya
but the bloggething was gone
yessaday play with pretenders n paul kelly
at this wine-a-rie in s.a. 2 hours from addy
we were pretty good i thought all things considering
people seemed to like it
chrissy is slim n young lookin'
her music was perfect
she played all the singles
no transcendence
no attempt at that
just knock out the hits
thank you very much
see ya later
paul kelly was suitably ordinary
i mean hes ok....
but nothing to get all excited about, thats for sure
tim chatted with martin chambers
chrissy seems a bit of a loof
on a bit of a star trip
but what wood i know...?
anyway i gotta get on a plane here
we headlining the harvest festival tonite
it could be raining too
sorry this has been a bit bland
will write back when i get next internet connexion
see ya later
sk
Friday, January 19, 2007
everydays
new dawn
the world awakes
another blank page
today will be....
snatched away like all the rest
why rail against time?
you liked time when it was on yourside
you liked time when it ran away with your "best" years
you liked time when it stretched out for you after opium
and now
now is now
then is gone
this time theme recurs always
time and time again
sweet fiendss in time
do you realise how many men n women have been seduced
by their times?
i finished my mothers book yesterday
times gone
times up
just like the flapping calendar pages in old films
tyrone power had a heart attack on the set
gable n flynn n steve mcqueen
they musta thought they owned the world
but time was beavering away
and their mansions were ripped from them
and the beautiful fast women and the fast beautiful cars
their youth n their fame
oh fleeting things!
the temptation is to think that.....
we all have our own temptations
for some its booze
for some its flesh
for some its danger
for some its anger
for some its the sea
for others its.....me
for some its smack
for others its tea
but whichever
all are subject to time
time waits for no one and he wont wait for me
sang jagger when he was 31 but did he believe it?
you dont see old people with skulls n crossbones on their tshirts
is death a person like the white faced hooded man in the 7th seal?
cutting us down with his scythe of pestilence n war
a white lady who appears at the end
jesus waiting at the end of a tunnel of light
your ancestors patiently waiting
the lions and the lambs
the pools n flowers of krsnas jungle
bringing the cattle home on an eternal summer evening
the sound of the flute
the lord of the universe is a slender youth
the colour of a cloud
everythings ok
back there in that dream i was having.....
i cant even remember now
i was struggling n arguing
where almost everything hurt
and things were so sad
but this
this is indescribable
the world awakes
another blank page
today will be....
snatched away like all the rest
why rail against time?
you liked time when it was on yourside
you liked time when it ran away with your "best" years
you liked time when it stretched out for you after opium
and now
now is now
then is gone
this time theme recurs always
time and time again
sweet fiendss in time
do you realise how many men n women have been seduced
by their times?
i finished my mothers book yesterday
times gone
times up
just like the flapping calendar pages in old films
tyrone power had a heart attack on the set
gable n flynn n steve mcqueen
they musta thought they owned the world
but time was beavering away
and their mansions were ripped from them
and the beautiful fast women and the fast beautiful cars
their youth n their fame
oh fleeting things!
the temptation is to think that.....
we all have our own temptations
for some its booze
for some its flesh
for some its danger
for some its anger
for some its the sea
for others its.....me
for some its smack
for others its tea
but whichever
all are subject to time
time waits for no one and he wont wait for me
sang jagger when he was 31 but did he believe it?
you dont see old people with skulls n crossbones on their tshirts
is death a person like the white faced hooded man in the 7th seal?
cutting us down with his scythe of pestilence n war
a white lady who appears at the end
jesus waiting at the end of a tunnel of light
your ancestors patiently waiting
the lions and the lambs
the pools n flowers of krsnas jungle
bringing the cattle home on an eternal summer evening
the sound of the flute
the lord of the universe is a slender youth
the colour of a cloud
everythings ok
back there in that dream i was having.....
i cant even remember now
i was struggling n arguing
where almost everything hurt
and things were so sad
but this
this is indescribable
Thursday, January 18, 2007
tricks
speed wobble
pickup momentum
velocity
oh loved n used
what i'm saying is :
approaching earth
strangers reunited
starflesh you are indeed
things go round
no beginning
no end
man didnt get here
man dont come from amoeba
man always here
man is man
we regard
we destroy
we build
we examine the skies
we predict
but we never know
but we always feel
we feel....empty
we feel....disconnected
we feel satisfied....temporarily...
we feel this n that
we alone of all creatures
can ignore the obvious
this place we find ourselves in.....
i mean can a system just...
system within systems....
mechanism within finely tuned machine..
all these ratios...
all these tiny chances...
all these if we were one inch to the left
or one degree starboard.....
or what were the chances really...
cmon, use your eyes
a man of learning in a pompous n assured tone proclaims
"I have discovered that x = y"
and hes swiftly ensconced in the ivied towers of knowledge
and he says let me fill up these rooms with x=y men
and soon if you want to study the great machine at all
youve got to be an x=y man
of course it doesnt matter that its obvious that x actually = x
in fact not only doesnt it not matter
but it becomes anathema
the x=y men like their positions n priveleges
x=x are ridiculed even persecuted
x=x say
look at sky
look at the children
look at the rivers
look at ourselves
the x=y men say
"we have found this piece of bone...."
the x=x say
do you suppose....?
and the x=y men say
"no"
the x=x say
could we...?
the x=y men say
"thats impossible.
we have calculated and simulated and projected
and despite the wonders you believe you perceive
in actuality we have disproven absolutely for all time
that x may ever = x!"
after a few more years
nobody could even remember that x=x
even tho they could see it right in front of them
you mean im supposed to believe this?
occaisionally some poet or mountain climber would scream
children would rub their eyes and say
daddy i dont think x=y
and the parents are shush shush go quickly back to bed
"we have found even more new evidence"
proclaimed sir denniss hoggjoy
proudly displaying a piece of rock
of course i couldnt understand why the rock was important
but then im too stupid to understand, arent i?
a special scientist came to our school
and he had a picture of the rock
and some of the children actually got to hold the picture
and everything
and the scientist said
isnt marvellous that x=y?
and edna currie
whose slightly mad said
i think x=x sir
and everyone had a really good laugh
and the scientist lit his pipe and smiled
pickup momentum
velocity
oh loved n used
what i'm saying is :
approaching earth
strangers reunited
starflesh you are indeed
things go round
no beginning
no end
man didnt get here
man dont come from amoeba
man always here
man is man
we regard
we destroy
we build
we examine the skies
we predict
but we never know
but we always feel
we feel....empty
we feel....disconnected
we feel satisfied....temporarily...
we feel this n that
we alone of all creatures
can ignore the obvious
this place we find ourselves in.....
i mean can a system just...
system within systems....
mechanism within finely tuned machine..
all these ratios...
all these tiny chances...
all these if we were one inch to the left
or one degree starboard.....
or what were the chances really...
cmon, use your eyes
a man of learning in a pompous n assured tone proclaims
"I have discovered that x = y"
and hes swiftly ensconced in the ivied towers of knowledge
and he says let me fill up these rooms with x=y men
and soon if you want to study the great machine at all
youve got to be an x=y man
of course it doesnt matter that its obvious that x actually = x
in fact not only doesnt it not matter
but it becomes anathema
the x=y men like their positions n priveleges
x=x are ridiculed even persecuted
x=x say
look at sky
look at the children
look at the rivers
look at ourselves
the x=y men say
"we have found this piece of bone...."
the x=x say
do you suppose....?
and the x=y men say
"no"
the x=x say
could we...?
the x=y men say
"thats impossible.
we have calculated and simulated and projected
and despite the wonders you believe you perceive
in actuality we have disproven absolutely for all time
that x may ever = x!"
after a few more years
nobody could even remember that x=x
even tho they could see it right in front of them
you mean im supposed to believe this?
occaisionally some poet or mountain climber would scream
children would rub their eyes and say
daddy i dont think x=y
and the parents are shush shush go quickly back to bed
"we have found even more new evidence"
proclaimed sir denniss hoggjoy
proudly displaying a piece of rock
of course i couldnt understand why the rock was important
but then im too stupid to understand, arent i?
a special scientist came to our school
and he had a picture of the rock
and some of the children actually got to hold the picture
and everything
and the scientist said
isnt marvellous that x=y?
and edna currie
whose slightly mad said
i think x=x sir
and everyone had a really good laugh
and the scientist lit his pipe and smiled
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
killer on the road
im listening to solaris soundtrack
its 7 am as usual
eternal
yessaday took aurora to otho-dontist
bad news:
he puts a piece of ice on tooth but no feely
good news: xray reveals no "absorbtion"
(i dunno what absorbtion is but she aint got it n thats good)
eve n a very well behaved at orthos
theyre charming kids actually
open n outgoing
why was i such a sullen turkey?
aurora really reminding me of a giant rabbit more n more
both the doodles have huge white front teeth
making em look like chip n dale
why do americans usually have perfect teeth?
my teeth are mediocre british standard issue
prone to decay n yellowing
nk does not have one filling
neither doodles either
despite fair amount of various chockys
when i was 7 i had a head full of quicksilver
on warm overcast days by the sea
i could tune into a poetic dimension
with one of my fillings
and baudelaire n lautremont would fill my
infant brain with phrases
straight from the otherside
through the mercury
and into my sinuses
up my nose
into my tiny mind
i also had a piece of wood
which had once been in a field
outside vinnny van go!s studio
and it knew all his tricks
but my paintings n my stick
were destroyed in the floods of 62
am i digressing?
frankie x k from the emmy-railed aisle
I-land,
came over for dinner
and i drank one corona
the yobbos downstairs had another barby
and i fuckin marched downstairs
and the conversation went something like this.....
9 pm chez kilb
frankie xk n killer the thriller plus ms nk n bumper
are sitting in the kitchen
listening to the killer drone on
with another boring anecdote
however the warm night air
and the mexican beer
have caused a gentle drowsiness to descend
the killer: blah blah me i i blah myself blah me blah
the others : z...z....mmm...? zzzz.......
suddenly the unmistakable odour of lighter fluid n smoke wafts in
the killer jumps up outta his chair
"whats this....?"
"smoke??!!"
before anyone can stop him
with a head full of steam
the killer is down the stairs
yep theres a yob
in fact theres a load of yobs n yobettes
and one yob has got this small flamethrower
and hes trying to coax the chemical briquettes into flame
by blasting them with his nauseating little napalm gun
the yobs all gasp
and the head yob with the fire thrower turns to face me
hes about 23...24 and like all the others
of some dusky ethnicity that makes em pronounce
the word nice as noice
and talk very loudly n have barbies
anyhow
i see his eyes in the moonlight and their full of.....
um
concern......
um
thoughtfulness
in my best peter from zoo story voice
i start up and all my reason has gone out the window
"now look here, you simply cant have this..er, er, ..this barbeque here!
its right under my window and our place is full of fumes...and the baby...
and ..."
yob: "wouldjya like us ta moove it?"
me" well of course i want you to move it...that is if..."
yob" i dont want youse goiys bein' unhappy!"
me(now im really taken aback n flustered) : "oh...!"
yob: "should we put it over there" (indicates as far from house as poss)
me:"oh ok" (but its dawnin' on me its gonna be even worse)
yob:" gee we hope this ll be ok for youse goiys"
and all the yobs n yobettes join in
and move all their plates of meat n bottles of grog n cigarettes
very politely..and without any rancour..over to the said spot
five minutes later we got all doors n windows shut
but my house smells like mongolian barbeque pit
on lard lovers night
i dont think the yobs are just doing steak..
i can smell the even more 'orrible stink of sausages (mystery bags)
and now to top it all off the yobs are noice
as i glare down from my window
practically sobbing n choking from the stench in the wake of their din-dins
...and remember folks
one mans meat IS another mans fucking poison
and theyre smiling up at me
happy in the knowledge that their nice little barby
is no longer upsetting that strange old fella up stairs
the one with all those kids and the greyblue falcon
after all, they are now where he asked em to be....
farankie xk has enuff off my dismayed grizzling
and asks to be taken home
when i get back
nk is lying in livingroom watching a doco
we both feel dejected about the yobs
but now its even worse
cos theyre compliant!
no suggestions please!
and bon bon
its 12 the noise has to stop
not 10, i asked the cops
...!
anyway
today im going onna bushwalk
with russell k
jlk
michael h
frankie xk
talking of russell hes been talking about a visual blogge
for me soon
also have recorded the wrong road by grant mc
will come out on trib record in aug
ok
over
n
out
its 7 am as usual
eternal
yessaday took aurora to otho-dontist
bad news:
he puts a piece of ice on tooth but no feely
good news: xray reveals no "absorbtion"
(i dunno what absorbtion is but she aint got it n thats good)
eve n a very well behaved at orthos
theyre charming kids actually
open n outgoing
why was i such a sullen turkey?
aurora really reminding me of a giant rabbit more n more
both the doodles have huge white front teeth
making em look like chip n dale
why do americans usually have perfect teeth?
my teeth are mediocre british standard issue
prone to decay n yellowing
nk does not have one filling
neither doodles either
despite fair amount of various chockys
when i was 7 i had a head full of quicksilver
on warm overcast days by the sea
i could tune into a poetic dimension
with one of my fillings
and baudelaire n lautremont would fill my
infant brain with phrases
straight from the otherside
through the mercury
and into my sinuses
up my nose
into my tiny mind
i also had a piece of wood
which had once been in a field
outside vinnny van go!s studio
and it knew all his tricks
but my paintings n my stick
were destroyed in the floods of 62
am i digressing?
frankie x k from the emmy-railed aisle
I-land,
came over for dinner
and i drank one corona
the yobbos downstairs had another barby
and i fuckin marched downstairs
and the conversation went something like this.....
9 pm chez kilb
frankie xk n killer the thriller plus ms nk n bumper
are sitting in the kitchen
listening to the killer drone on
with another boring anecdote
however the warm night air
and the mexican beer
have caused a gentle drowsiness to descend
the killer: blah blah me i i blah myself blah me blah
the others : z...z....mmm...? zzzz.......
suddenly the unmistakable odour of lighter fluid n smoke wafts in
the killer jumps up outta his chair
"whats this....?"
"smoke??!!"
before anyone can stop him
with a head full of steam
the killer is down the stairs
yep theres a yob
in fact theres a load of yobs n yobettes
and one yob has got this small flamethrower
and hes trying to coax the chemical briquettes into flame
by blasting them with his nauseating little napalm gun
the yobs all gasp
and the head yob with the fire thrower turns to face me
hes about 23...24 and like all the others
of some dusky ethnicity that makes em pronounce
the word nice as noice
and talk very loudly n have barbies
anyhow
i see his eyes in the moonlight and their full of.....
um
concern......
um
thoughtfulness
in my best peter from zoo story voice
i start up and all my reason has gone out the window
"now look here, you simply cant have this..er, er, ..this barbeque here!
its right under my window and our place is full of fumes...and the baby...
and ..."
yob: "wouldjya like us ta moove it?"
me" well of course i want you to move it...that is if..."
yob" i dont want youse goiys bein' unhappy!"
me(now im really taken aback n flustered) : "oh...!"
yob: "should we put it over there" (indicates as far from house as poss)
me:"oh ok" (but its dawnin' on me its gonna be even worse)
yob:" gee we hope this ll be ok for youse goiys"
and all the yobs n yobettes join in
and move all their plates of meat n bottles of grog n cigarettes
very politely..and without any rancour..over to the said spot
five minutes later we got all doors n windows shut
but my house smells like mongolian barbeque pit
on lard lovers night
i dont think the yobs are just doing steak..
i can smell the even more 'orrible stink of sausages (mystery bags)
and now to top it all off the yobs are noice
as i glare down from my window
practically sobbing n choking from the stench in the wake of their din-dins
...and remember folks
one mans meat IS another mans fucking poison
and theyre smiling up at me
happy in the knowledge that their nice little barby
is no longer upsetting that strange old fella up stairs
the one with all those kids and the greyblue falcon
after all, they are now where he asked em to be....
farankie xk has enuff off my dismayed grizzling
and asks to be taken home
when i get back
nk is lying in livingroom watching a doco
we both feel dejected about the yobs
but now its even worse
cos theyre compliant!
no suggestions please!
and bon bon
its 12 the noise has to stop
not 10, i asked the cops
...!
anyway
today im going onna bushwalk
with russell k
jlk
michael h
frankie xk
talking of russell hes been talking about a visual blogge
for me soon
also have recorded the wrong road by grant mc
will come out on trib record in aug
ok
over
n
out
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
undine
lovely spirit
now i ask you
how long?
sea shell eyes
and pearly hair
your lagoon
fills with the incessant tide
a child went missing long ago
where is she?
"she lies at the bottom of my pool
but she is not dead
she dreams of whales and
great leathery green turtles
and sea serpents coil about her
in the cold dark depths"
lovely spirit
give this child up to the open sky
spirit
show us mortals your mercy
"but never i say!
the child is at lovely peace
and she wanders a greater world
eels light her way
and flying fish and salmon eyes"
we who keep the vigil on these forsaken shores
we who toil on the mountainous ocean
and dredge its depths
we who sing the elegy
we ask you one more time
give us back the child
" no no no
oh you should see her
her sandy hair waving in the water
her hands weave to and fro
her little toes are nibbled by tiny fishes
and her coronet is of coral
as the light makes its long way down
where shipwrecks snore
and the sharks impatiently swim
where un-named things are
silent green cold things
mouth that drinks rivers dry
black eyes shining in the blackness
a thing that feeds on giant squid and killer whales
down there
where you never thought
and now the child
keeps the monster pleasant company
whose heart
your mournful song
can never reach"
now i ask you
how long?
sea shell eyes
and pearly hair
your lagoon
fills with the incessant tide
a child went missing long ago
where is she?
"she lies at the bottom of my pool
but she is not dead
she dreams of whales and
great leathery green turtles
and sea serpents coil about her
in the cold dark depths"
lovely spirit
give this child up to the open sky
spirit
show us mortals your mercy
"but never i say!
the child is at lovely peace
and she wanders a greater world
eels light her way
and flying fish and salmon eyes"
we who keep the vigil on these forsaken shores
we who toil on the mountainous ocean
and dredge its depths
we who sing the elegy
we ask you one more time
give us back the child
" no no no
oh you should see her
her sandy hair waving in the water
her hands weave to and fro
her little toes are nibbled by tiny fishes
and her coronet is of coral
as the light makes its long way down
where shipwrecks snore
and the sharks impatiently swim
where un-named things are
silent green cold things
mouth that drinks rivers dry
black eyes shining in the blackness
a thing that feeds on giant squid and killer whales
down there
where you never thought
and now the child
keeps the monster pleasant company
whose heart
your mournful song
can never reach"
Monday, January 15, 2007
hard n fast
'ere i am, then
waiting for my old age wisdom
munday morning 7 am
aurora gets out of bed
still half asleep
she looks like a giant rabbit
she tries to sit on my lap
sorry, girl
but im writing my blogg
she shrugs n goes back to bed
outside the omni-present mynah birds click n whistle
i imagine theyre organizing their days
(in an avian new jersey accent)
ok
we got a get a few birds down to the front garden
and sort out them pigeon mofos..frankie..you and beaky
take care of it
and...
what the fuck lenny...? those freakin' seagulls...
i mean im sittin' home in the nest last nite
eatin some worms, takin it easy
and my brother-in-law, peckah, comes over
and he tells me that some sea gulls just
got the last of that pizza we found....!!!??
anyway enuff of that
yesterday was argy bargy day
it wears me out
waste of time
i have been the most argumentative bastard ever
but now
i avoid em like the plague
like cigarettes or drunks
ya see when i was younger
so much younger than today
i thought that seeing
as i had a fast mind n i knew lotsa words
what better use to put it to than to argue
argue argue
argue-ments which usually became personal
but my nasty self loved to be let out of 'is cage
and once he was running amok
it was hard to get him back under control
no i abhor arguments
i detest em
i loathe em
i try to walk away
i try to....
but i get reeled in
i get caught up in my own self righteous blather
my sly back-stabbing adjectival clauses
you wanna be taken apart n feel worthless...?
oh fly those winged words , never to be forgotten
those words you gonna live to regret
(kilbey pauses, eats a bunch of grapes
and ponders the pointless damage inflicted by
wagging tongues...his own, naturally
at the front of his many confused thoughts)
ive said so many stupid things..
so's everybody
i guess
i wish i could hold my tongue
i wish i could speak always in constant measured quiet tones
i wish i could refrain from quick n nasty rejoinders
i wish i could ignore all the little implied insults
i wish i could heal rifts
i wish i could always think of sumfing fucking nice to say
or hold my bloody tongue if i cant
but yesterdays argy neither about or caused by me
i's just one of the civilian casualties
caught in the fallout of an explosion of frustration
and a fallout of unresolved old malarkey
boo hoo
poor olde killer
hes too olde n tired for arguing anymore
and he wants out
but you dont walk away from king bicker like that...
so today
maybe
ah
its beyond my control
i'll be contemplating the blue of infinity
behind my grey eyes
and thinkin' of better times
people been writing that they enjoy being here
on my bloggepage and reading each others comments
i feel guilty cos that was never an intention
it accidentally happened..
while i was just mucking about with an online diary
probably aimed more at self aggrandizing than anything else
such is life
good things can come of bad things
as well as vice versa
if i write a song to make my self feel clever
or to make money
or just as an exercise in songwriting
and someone genuinely loves it..
what does that mean?
i used to say i took no responsibility for my songs
and i think thats still the case
what is a blogge
if not a long song
with no sound
and the words dont rhyme
and...
ok
i guess theyre completely different
i am thanking my subscribers
who put their money where their mouths were
and paid their olde pal
your contributions are appreciated
and i will keep trying to
keep you
satisfied
who knows
i may even do omething good...?
waiting for my old age wisdom
munday morning 7 am
aurora gets out of bed
still half asleep
she looks like a giant rabbit
she tries to sit on my lap
sorry, girl
but im writing my blogg
she shrugs n goes back to bed
outside the omni-present mynah birds click n whistle
i imagine theyre organizing their days
(in an avian new jersey accent)
ok
we got a get a few birds down to the front garden
and sort out them pigeon mofos..frankie..you and beaky
take care of it
and...
what the fuck lenny...? those freakin' seagulls...
i mean im sittin' home in the nest last nite
eatin some worms, takin it easy
and my brother-in-law, peckah, comes over
and he tells me that some sea gulls just
got the last of that pizza we found....!!!??
anyway enuff of that
yesterday was argy bargy day
it wears me out
waste of time
i have been the most argumentative bastard ever
but now
i avoid em like the plague
like cigarettes or drunks
ya see when i was younger
so much younger than today
i thought that seeing
as i had a fast mind n i knew lotsa words
what better use to put it to than to argue
argue argue
argue-ments which usually became personal
but my nasty self loved to be let out of 'is cage
and once he was running amok
it was hard to get him back under control
no i abhor arguments
i detest em
i loathe em
i try to walk away
i try to....
but i get reeled in
i get caught up in my own self righteous blather
my sly back-stabbing adjectival clauses
you wanna be taken apart n feel worthless...?
oh fly those winged words , never to be forgotten
those words you gonna live to regret
(kilbey pauses, eats a bunch of grapes
and ponders the pointless damage inflicted by
wagging tongues...his own, naturally
at the front of his many confused thoughts)
ive said so many stupid things..
so's everybody
i guess
i wish i could hold my tongue
i wish i could speak always in constant measured quiet tones
i wish i could refrain from quick n nasty rejoinders
i wish i could ignore all the little implied insults
i wish i could heal rifts
i wish i could always think of sumfing fucking nice to say
or hold my bloody tongue if i cant
but yesterdays argy neither about or caused by me
i's just one of the civilian casualties
caught in the fallout of an explosion of frustration
and a fallout of unresolved old malarkey
boo hoo
poor olde killer
hes too olde n tired for arguing anymore
and he wants out
but you dont walk away from king bicker like that...
so today
maybe
ah
its beyond my control
i'll be contemplating the blue of infinity
behind my grey eyes
and thinkin' of better times
people been writing that they enjoy being here
on my bloggepage and reading each others comments
i feel guilty cos that was never an intention
it accidentally happened..
while i was just mucking about with an online diary
probably aimed more at self aggrandizing than anything else
such is life
good things can come of bad things
as well as vice versa
if i write a song to make my self feel clever
or to make money
or just as an exercise in songwriting
and someone genuinely loves it..
what does that mean?
i used to say i took no responsibility for my songs
and i think thats still the case
what is a blogge
if not a long song
with no sound
and the words dont rhyme
and...
ok
i guess theyre completely different
i am thanking my subscribers
who put their money where their mouths were
and paid their olde pal
your contributions are appreciated
and i will keep trying to
keep you
satisfied
who knows
i may even do omething good...?
Sunday, January 14, 2007
no sail
what if everything......?
i mean.....
i been wrong so many times
about so many things...
in fact, i aint hardly ever been right....
and now
now its sunday again
the twillies gone 5 days now
yesterday the rest of us go to balmoral beach again
i swim my laps between the jetty walls
evie swears shes sees a sting-ray
(but ya never know with evie)
baby bumper not so keen on the slightly cold water
we have lunch on the grass
nk has schnapper n chips
i have veggy bugger n chips
doodles have chips n muffin (how nutritious!)
bumper has a bit of everything
its a warm overcast day
sks flavourite kinda day
a storm threatens but never arrives
a dark day that holds you like a lover
we have peaceful relaxing time
theres a cricket match going in the distance
i ask the doodles if they wanna know the rules
they watch the tedious carryon for a moment n say in unison
no thanks, dad
scarlet keeps runnin' towards the match
n i have 'orrible visions of her being brained by a cricket ball
(which are effing hard!)
so the doodles keep rushing off and tackling the baby
when she wanders too far
(evie a little too enthusiastically)
we have a nice ride back
over the bridge to bondi
we get home
do a bit of yoga
read mums book
(very entertaining)
we're about to emmy-grate to OZ (as she puts it)
pretty brave leaving blighty for the unknown quantity of aust
and if theyd stayed in england......?
but they didnt
and here i am in the middle of a strangely cool summer
(delicious tho!)
lassanite last nite of play for a while
oh i'll miss that crazy bunch of thesps n bohos
also must mention the bricklane workshop in bondi
at last some culcha in bondi
a real place where it feels like somethings happening
oh i hope they can keep it open
(zoning restrictions?)
andrew h is a true bohemian artist
living it painting it
trying to make it groovy for ya
lucien savron is my bohemian idol
a man who does it coz he loves it
and the money is the last thing on his mind
and his jobs never done
even in the audience i hear him laughing the loudest
sucking in his breath and clapping madly
all at stuff hes seen a million times
hes like a very proud father when the shows a success
(and on its own terms the thing is a mega success!)
theres a review promised in the smh even (wow)
oh and thanks to bonsa for their review
we may do the play some more
we may move around
i also must thank seb goldspink
for being a brilliant actor
and another guy whos main motivation
as far as i can tell
is the love of it
jerry i read yer blog and its hard to comment
i tried but i went into some weird limbo
but ah...you gotta be a bit more eloquent than that
and the tech crew matt n richard
and the musos gav n svet who maybe deported back to bulgaria(?)
bulgaria? he says...theres nothing there...
well maybe the zoo story will ride again
its another ticket in the lottery for me
along with everything else i do
i mean
i just need some bigshot to discover me
take me onboard
remunerate me handsomely with an annual package + bonuses
i can still be bohemian n rich
believe me
i know i can do it
i dont mind being poor on my own
but when you gotta big fambley its very frustrating
i mean me in a caravan by the sea on my own....
well i could enjoy that
but me n doodles n twillies n bumper in caravan
would be rather...er...arduous, i'd imagine...
oh god sometimes im so sick of myself
being locked in this skull with all my familiar tricks
anyway
i maybe rehursing with the cretch today...or not
some new argy bargy looms...so im uncertain
i gotta finish my book n its cover v.soon
essays on rock....mmm brilliant title, olde noggin
theres so much bullshit n yibber yabber in the book
that i thought the title could at least be simple n "straight"forward
ok {{"."]} ...you better let me know some name i can put ya under
for the pretenders in melb. ok......?
doesnt haf to be yer real name or nuthing....
still
everything remains up in the air
a feeling of incompletion
a worry i cant focus on
something in the periphery
trying to hurt me
trying to get at me
never just easy
always something
something missing
something you want
where does it end
what can i do
is it up to me
this is all illusion
remember that n beware
if you take it for the real thing
(and i do constantly)
youll get burned
you get addicted
youll get dependent n co-dependent
youll try to get things you shouldnt have
and theres a good reason that you shouldnt
(kilbey takes a gulp of ricemilk
who is this sermon aimed at? one wonders)
i just thought by the time i got to fifty fuckin' 2
i'd be a bit more....uh...together
still the stupid me i always seem to be
despite everything
all the accolades or whatever
why aint i comfortable in this skin?
i mean.....
i been wrong so many times
about so many things...
in fact, i aint hardly ever been right....
and now
now its sunday again
the twillies gone 5 days now
yesterday the rest of us go to balmoral beach again
i swim my laps between the jetty walls
evie swears shes sees a sting-ray
(but ya never know with evie)
baby bumper not so keen on the slightly cold water
we have lunch on the grass
nk has schnapper n chips
i have veggy bugger n chips
doodles have chips n muffin (how nutritious!)
bumper has a bit of everything
its a warm overcast day
sks flavourite kinda day
a storm threatens but never arrives
a dark day that holds you like a lover
we have peaceful relaxing time
theres a cricket match going in the distance
i ask the doodles if they wanna know the rules
they watch the tedious carryon for a moment n say in unison
no thanks, dad
scarlet keeps runnin' towards the match
n i have 'orrible visions of her being brained by a cricket ball
(which are effing hard!)
so the doodles keep rushing off and tackling the baby
when she wanders too far
(evie a little too enthusiastically)
we have a nice ride back
over the bridge to bondi
we get home
do a bit of yoga
read mums book
(very entertaining)
we're about to emmy-grate to OZ (as she puts it)
pretty brave leaving blighty for the unknown quantity of aust
and if theyd stayed in england......?
but they didnt
and here i am in the middle of a strangely cool summer
(delicious tho!)
lassanite last nite of play for a while
oh i'll miss that crazy bunch of thesps n bohos
also must mention the bricklane workshop in bondi
at last some culcha in bondi
a real place where it feels like somethings happening
oh i hope they can keep it open
(zoning restrictions?)
andrew h is a true bohemian artist
living it painting it
trying to make it groovy for ya
lucien savron is my bohemian idol
a man who does it coz he loves it
and the money is the last thing on his mind
and his jobs never done
even in the audience i hear him laughing the loudest
sucking in his breath and clapping madly
all at stuff hes seen a million times
hes like a very proud father when the shows a success
(and on its own terms the thing is a mega success!)
theres a review promised in the smh even (wow)
oh and thanks to bonsa for their review
we may do the play some more
we may move around
i also must thank seb goldspink
for being a brilliant actor
and another guy whos main motivation
as far as i can tell
is the love of it
jerry i read yer blog and its hard to comment
i tried but i went into some weird limbo
but ah...you gotta be a bit more eloquent than that
and the tech crew matt n richard
and the musos gav n svet who maybe deported back to bulgaria(?)
bulgaria? he says...theres nothing there...
well maybe the zoo story will ride again
its another ticket in the lottery for me
along with everything else i do
i mean
i just need some bigshot to discover me
take me onboard
remunerate me handsomely with an annual package + bonuses
i can still be bohemian n rich
believe me
i know i can do it
i dont mind being poor on my own
but when you gotta big fambley its very frustrating
i mean me in a caravan by the sea on my own....
well i could enjoy that
but me n doodles n twillies n bumper in caravan
would be rather...er...arduous, i'd imagine...
oh god sometimes im so sick of myself
being locked in this skull with all my familiar tricks
anyway
i maybe rehursing with the cretch today...or not
some new argy bargy looms...so im uncertain
i gotta finish my book n its cover v.soon
essays on rock....mmm brilliant title, olde noggin
theres so much bullshit n yibber yabber in the book
that i thought the title could at least be simple n "straight"forward
ok {{"."]} ...you better let me know some name i can put ya under
for the pretenders in melb. ok......?
doesnt haf to be yer real name or nuthing....
still
everything remains up in the air
a feeling of incompletion
a worry i cant focus on
something in the periphery
trying to hurt me
trying to get at me
never just easy
always something
something missing
something you want
where does it end
what can i do
is it up to me
this is all illusion
remember that n beware
if you take it for the real thing
(and i do constantly)
youll get burned
you get addicted
youll get dependent n co-dependent
youll try to get things you shouldnt have
and theres a good reason that you shouldnt
(kilbey takes a gulp of ricemilk
who is this sermon aimed at? one wonders)
i just thought by the time i got to fifty fuckin' 2
i'd be a bit more....uh...together
still the stupid me i always seem to be
despite everything
all the accolades or whatever
why aint i comfortable in this skin?
Saturday, January 13, 2007
on a role
the theatre n its bubble
ok....
here i am presented with a strange task...
to review myself....
i mean
how do ya review yourself...?
i guess i was alright
i ever so slightly muffed a cuppla lines
nothnig major...
i just didnt quite get em right
actor schmactor
i been acting all my life
playing a child
ah....
that was a tedious part
to be the co-star in my own life
to a buncha adults
and i, a mere kid
smarter than all of em too...
frustrated by their shenanigans
now im a daddy-oh
my kids all think theyre smarter than me
and im frustrated with their shenanigans...
and im acting
acting
acting
when i do an interview
who will i be today...
a modest if eccentric olde aussie
a bitter cynical olde pseud
a wide eyed idiot savant
mr normal
mick jagger
or a million variations i got up my sleeve...
didja ever meet me?
nice, isnt it?
do ya think ya got the real me?
fuck, i cant get the real me....
ive players acting the players
my life is an elaborate out of control play
i have concocted out of scraps
and i need yer applause
to fill in the gaps
i need yer attendance to hold it together
i need my audience to be
would i write of this for no one?
you you you
i congratulate you for choosing me
in this mundane problematic world
we have each other
close the door
and lets say
what the helll is going on out there
and fiendss
when somebody bigg discovers me
and i finally cash in
when im playing golf with my "attorney"
and bickering wth my "p.a."
when ive interpenetrated some org.
when im on the inside..
im gonna still be yer guerilla on the frontline
shocking people
BY GIVING EM SOMETHING GOOD!
yep
im the one of the guys whos putting love n intelligence
into his creations...
and they can dress me in my grad gown
as i accept my honarary phds n nobel prizes
but ya know im still that scruffy spacerocker
that you admire n warship
and those ceos n kings n queens n prezzies
better not xpect me to stop smoking n carrying on
and dont try to...
whoah olde being..
you runnin' away with yourself a little olde druid
yes yes but we hadda full house plus..!?
it was a little workshop/gallery in friggin' bondi!
but they loved me....?
they loved the other guy, killer...you just sit there mostly
well i sit there with....panache n aplomb
even if you do say so yerself.......
well who else will?
exactly!
ok enough of me n back to ...ah...
me
here i am
being here
here is the being
you love to hate to love
oh my dear {{(-+-)]}
(now you look like a koala!)
your story grieves me
could i put you plus one on a guest list
in melbjorn perhaps...
for pretenders or march acc show?
would bee my pleasure
and no trouble or cost either
imagine when you show up at ye olde boxx office
you: killer in the supprt band as put mee on the daw
impertinent whippersnapper: woshyorenaymthen?
you:its ms {[(-+-)]} + 1
i.w. : i cant see none of them...you aint ({[}]) are ya?
you : look here i demand to see the mannyja
chrissy b.hyndes(whos just walking past) : let that woman in!
i.w.: but but but
c.b.h(wjwp): did you dare to say butt butt to chrissy b. hyndes?
you(miserably): oh let me in...i can hear the cherch has started..
i.w.: no thats the cleaners hoovering the floor
you: oh...it sounds like space rock from here...
i.w. will i do hear they suck...but this is ridiculous
c.b.h.: i say...whats the killer like..could you introduce us...
i.w. : hes a grumpy olde bastard..
you: no he's...oooh i dunno...he's ...just...indescribable
c.b.h: oooh...
i.w.: bullshit...!
oh killer
you should be a playwrite
god...is there any artistic endeavour you could not conker?
note to myself
i must seriously take on sculptcha n bal-ay
i must write a novel
i must pen a symphony
i must dream up an opera
i must paint with oils
n design a car
n invent a cure for dismay
n go back in time
n help all the underdogs
and answer all my emails, marty
and learn on my stops n starts, tim
n ring back all those answering machine calls
n thank my subscribers
and dangle my daughter on my knee
and trim my beard
n make my bed
and kiss my wife
n drive my car
n move into deep time
plucking notes
choosing colours
doing the breaststroke
plunging into the cold green brine
sittin in ye olde sauna
chat chat chat
hi steve..
hi steve...
hi steve...
i belong
at last
no i dont
im inside looking outside in
im outside your house right now
and im watching you
im already dead
or yet to be born
are they the same?
i wouldnt say so...
its all mixed up
sings poor dead ben orr
n his voice goes on n on non non
oh yes my play
can i act?
i been acting that im a musician for 30 years
i walk onstage n i act that im important
and that there is "significance" in what i do
and compared to fucking jet or brittnee or pat boone
or enid blyton or the oc or a footy game..
well i guess there is...
i act pleased to be there
and i act aloof
i or i act like im "sent"
or im sent like i act
or i dunno
i act like the real thing
so when did i become the real thing
whats real?
whats a thing?
whats what?
i peel off these layers
but theres always another veneer
just underneath
like this universe
like love itself
thanks to my lovely sister in lore amy s
for watching the doodles+bumpa
n letting nk see what i been doing with my time
me :do you think i can act?
nk :uh-huh...
well
the curtain comes down
the crowds disperse
the ushers change
the money gets counted
a smoke n a drink
goodbye
goodbye
into the warm wet night
laughing n joking
all the way
home
ok....
here i am presented with a strange task...
to review myself....
i mean
how do ya review yourself...?
i guess i was alright
i ever so slightly muffed a cuppla lines
nothnig major...
i just didnt quite get em right
actor schmactor
i been acting all my life
playing a child
ah....
that was a tedious part
to be the co-star in my own life
to a buncha adults
and i, a mere kid
smarter than all of em too...
frustrated by their shenanigans
now im a daddy-oh
my kids all think theyre smarter than me
and im frustrated with their shenanigans...
and im acting
acting
acting
when i do an interview
who will i be today...
a modest if eccentric olde aussie
a bitter cynical olde pseud
a wide eyed idiot savant
mr normal
mick jagger
or a million variations i got up my sleeve...
didja ever meet me?
nice, isnt it?
do ya think ya got the real me?
fuck, i cant get the real me....
ive players acting the players
my life is an elaborate out of control play
i have concocted out of scraps
and i need yer applause
to fill in the gaps
i need yer attendance to hold it together
i need my audience to be
would i write of this for no one?
you you you
i congratulate you for choosing me
in this mundane problematic world
we have each other
close the door
and lets say
what the helll is going on out there
and fiendss
when somebody bigg discovers me
and i finally cash in
when im playing golf with my "attorney"
and bickering wth my "p.a."
when ive interpenetrated some org.
when im on the inside..
im gonna still be yer guerilla on the frontline
shocking people
BY GIVING EM SOMETHING GOOD!
yep
im the one of the guys whos putting love n intelligence
into his creations...
and they can dress me in my grad gown
as i accept my honarary phds n nobel prizes
but ya know im still that scruffy spacerocker
that you admire n warship
and those ceos n kings n queens n prezzies
better not xpect me to stop smoking n carrying on
and dont try to...
whoah olde being..
you runnin' away with yourself a little olde druid
yes yes but we hadda full house plus..!?
it was a little workshop/gallery in friggin' bondi!
but they loved me....?
they loved the other guy, killer...you just sit there mostly
well i sit there with....panache n aplomb
even if you do say so yerself.......
well who else will?
exactly!
ok enough of me n back to ...ah...
me
here i am
being here
here is the being
you love to hate to love
oh my dear {{(-+-)]}
(now you look like a koala!)
your story grieves me
could i put you plus one on a guest list
in melbjorn perhaps...
for pretenders or march acc show?
would bee my pleasure
and no trouble or cost either
imagine when you show up at ye olde boxx office
you: killer in the supprt band as put mee on the daw
impertinent whippersnapper: woshyorenaymthen?
you:its ms {[(-+-)]} + 1
i.w. : i cant see none of them...you aint ({[}]) are ya?
you : look here i demand to see the mannyja
chrissy b.hyndes(whos just walking past) : let that woman in!
i.w.: but but but
c.b.h(wjwp): did you dare to say butt butt to chrissy b. hyndes?
you(miserably): oh let me in...i can hear the cherch has started..
i.w.: no thats the cleaners hoovering the floor
you: oh...it sounds like space rock from here...
i.w. will i do hear they suck...but this is ridiculous
c.b.h.: i say...whats the killer like..could you introduce us...
i.w. : hes a grumpy olde bastard..
you: no he's...oooh i dunno...he's ...just...indescribable
c.b.h: oooh...
i.w.: bullshit...!
oh killer
you should be a playwrite
god...is there any artistic endeavour you could not conker?
note to myself
i must seriously take on sculptcha n bal-ay
i must write a novel
i must pen a symphony
i must dream up an opera
i must paint with oils
n design a car
n invent a cure for dismay
n go back in time
n help all the underdogs
and answer all my emails, marty
and learn on my stops n starts, tim
n ring back all those answering machine calls
n thank my subscribers
and dangle my daughter on my knee
and trim my beard
n make my bed
and kiss my wife
n drive my car
n move into deep time
plucking notes
choosing colours
doing the breaststroke
plunging into the cold green brine
sittin in ye olde sauna
chat chat chat
hi steve..
hi steve...
hi steve...
i belong
at last
no i dont
im inside looking outside in
im outside your house right now
and im watching you
im already dead
or yet to be born
are they the same?
i wouldnt say so...
its all mixed up
sings poor dead ben orr
n his voice goes on n on non non
oh yes my play
can i act?
i been acting that im a musician for 30 years
i walk onstage n i act that im important
and that there is "significance" in what i do
and compared to fucking jet or brittnee or pat boone
or enid blyton or the oc or a footy game..
well i guess there is...
i act pleased to be there
and i act aloof
i or i act like im "sent"
or im sent like i act
or i dunno
i act like the real thing
so when did i become the real thing
whats real?
whats a thing?
whats what?
i peel off these layers
but theres always another veneer
just underneath
like this universe
like love itself
thanks to my lovely sister in lore amy s
for watching the doodles+bumpa
n letting nk see what i been doing with my time
me :do you think i can act?
nk :uh-huh...
well
the curtain comes down
the crowds disperse
the ushers change
the money gets counted
a smoke n a drink
goodbye
goodbye
into the warm wet night
laughing n joking
all the way
home
Friday, January 12, 2007
railing
catapulted
insurrection
blood and sand
driven far and deep
scraps for the birds
meltpoint
arduous trek
the generals approach
hazarding a guess
spearhead grazes flesh
the fountain spurts
an agony of days
a wild wood
no mans land
no men land
the creeping sickness
a pounding head heart
deterring invasion
completely hidden
cloaked by fog
notch by notch
hemmed in
held down
the men they.....
crimson eyed
much vaunted strength
hurt
staggering
nailed
interpenetrated
no chance
among us
all around
they strike
flames
gas
anything
ladders fall
crumpling mess
collapsing structure
narrowing of path
closing of the doors
exit vanish
air bright fear
hack hack
shoot
hit hit
hit
im hit
missing
im missing
im firing
im waiting
blip blip
sign sign
white hot cold
the mud
the hospitals
the sleeping
window snow grave
flowers tears
more snow
thorns
starving birds
rusty iron thing
sunspot
roll back further
no, even further
no air here
who?
who.....
no
insurrection
blood and sand
driven far and deep
scraps for the birds
meltpoint
arduous trek
the generals approach
hazarding a guess
spearhead grazes flesh
the fountain spurts
an agony of days
a wild wood
no mans land
no men land
the creeping sickness
a pounding head heart
deterring invasion
completely hidden
cloaked by fog
notch by notch
hemmed in
held down
the men they.....
crimson eyed
much vaunted strength
hurt
staggering
nailed
interpenetrated
no chance
among us
all around
they strike
flames
gas
anything
ladders fall
crumpling mess
collapsing structure
narrowing of path
closing of the doors
exit vanish
air bright fear
hack hack
shoot
hit hit
hit
im hit
missing
im missing
im firing
im waiting
blip blip
sign sign
white hot cold
the mud
the hospitals
the sleeping
window snow grave
flowers tears
more snow
thorns
starving birds
rusty iron thing
sunspot
roll back further
no, even further
no air here
who?
who.....
no
Thursday, January 11, 2007
i dont know ...just where im going....
good morning fiendss
another lovely day here in nth bondi
im feeling a little uncertain
about everything
the solid facts of my life
are temporary things
snatched away so easily by time
health
possessions
family
friends
even time together
all taken by time
am i really the time being?
what does he mean by that?
time crashes all over me
i am ultrasensitive to time
on my wrist the tatoo "no time"
in case of emergency
no time
in truth
in good time
as i once wrote
and again
only time separates us from the grave
as soon as time runs out
i say
gimme more time
another day
one more day of sweet life
one more day in my lovers bed
one more day in the sunlight
more time in the limelight
more time for laughing
more time for being
and
more of the time for the being
yoga buys me time
qi gong buys me time
meditation buys me time
swimming takes time but still buys time
love buys me time
the following deplete time
drugs, booze, argy-bargy
gossip, telly, anxiety
at the end of my life
i will ask for another day
just one more sweet day
oh the people are all beautiful n interesting
how i envy them all
outside this infirmary
all the people with time
playing round within time
now im almost outside time
what would you give me....?
time for this
time for that
time to do this
to time to try that
days accelerate
nights shrink
i clutch at the fabric of my days
i panic as it rips
as a day i grasp
unravels the seams of time
the seems of time
the fates hold up our slender thread
snip snip snip
people falling to the left n right
why do you go on...? someone asks
how do you stop? i reply
what do you want? they ask again
time? can i have time?
money over time? they say
time is money i reply
when will it be moneytime though?
never ever again?
or
soon, son, soon
bills accumulate
the rent is due
the seasons change
the dreaded phone calls
the knocks at the door
an idiot rings me up and says
killer why dontcha just chill
cant he see im freezing here...?
months elongate unexpectedly
the new moon
womens courses flow
babies are born
people are married
grandparents pass away
everything in its place
for everything
term turn term
the term of his natural life
where is the natural in my life
lookin' sharp in my flats but no naturals
fate turns it all on right at the end
tick tick but never tock
goes my olde kitchen clock
my ears ringing more than this time last year
and that was a scream
2007...im hanging on to ya
i might let a little bit of january go by...
to give me something to hold on to...
but im gonna dig in the brakes
around feb
the brakes n the breaks
scarlet kilbey waddles in the room
and when she leaves shes in high heels
the twillies are women n mothers
the doodles become teenagers
they blossom and move out n away
i clutch again at short straws
my breathing becomes laboured
feels like i can never get enough air
the words on pages blur
the names in my mind fade
never to be spoken again
my voice dry
and then....
and then
i ask myself
what did it all mean
my life as sk
was a day
in the life
of all my lives
all the events n places n people
just trivial unremembered playground incidents
the breakthrus n failures
so what
and johnny o boogie was right
there IS nothing to get hung about
resistance is futile
but futility is futile too, baybee
jesus says we could move mountains with faith
if we but knew how
buddha says chill killer n take the middle path
krishna says nothing that lives will ever truly die
bobby dylan says
when i am in the darkness why do you intrude?
davy blowie says
we dont dance much, we just ball n play
then we move around like tigers on vaseline
jimbo says
lost in a roman wilderness of pain
n all the children are insane
cs lewis says
in the last days of narnia....
you dont wanna read that yer favourite place was in its last days..
i mean i dont mind the decline of the roman empire but..
everybody says nostradamus this.....
end of days we living in now
no more popes
(good fucking riddance)
no more wars for a while
a golden age of peace
or
collision with wormwood
the pit opens
666 on yer forehead baybee or no service
whose side are ya on?
good or evil?
aslan or tash?
if you worship aslan but call him tash, what then?
why does aslan permit tash to exist?
and time
time
time......
machine guns dripping with years
ya come
ya go
ya arrive
ya leave
steven, yer leavin' say the doodles
n everyone laughs
n then
everyones gone
and the credits roll
i cant believe that was the last episode
i say to nk
as i turn off the screen with the clicker
and her chair is empty
theres no furniture
theres no walls
only
light
another lovely day here in nth bondi
im feeling a little uncertain
about everything
the solid facts of my life
are temporary things
snatched away so easily by time
health
possessions
family
friends
even time together
all taken by time
am i really the time being?
what does he mean by that?
time crashes all over me
i am ultrasensitive to time
on my wrist the tatoo "no time"
in case of emergency
no time
in truth
in good time
as i once wrote
and again
only time separates us from the grave
as soon as time runs out
i say
gimme more time
another day
one more day of sweet life
one more day in my lovers bed
one more day in the sunlight
more time in the limelight
more time for laughing
more time for being
and
more of the time for the being
yoga buys me time
qi gong buys me time
meditation buys me time
swimming takes time but still buys time
love buys me time
the following deplete time
drugs, booze, argy-bargy
gossip, telly, anxiety
at the end of my life
i will ask for another day
just one more sweet day
oh the people are all beautiful n interesting
how i envy them all
outside this infirmary
all the people with time
playing round within time
now im almost outside time
what would you give me....?
time for this
time for that
time to do this
to time to try that
days accelerate
nights shrink
i clutch at the fabric of my days
i panic as it rips
as a day i grasp
unravels the seams of time
the seems of time
the fates hold up our slender thread
snip snip snip
people falling to the left n right
why do you go on...? someone asks
how do you stop? i reply
what do you want? they ask again
time? can i have time?
money over time? they say
time is money i reply
when will it be moneytime though?
never ever again?
or
soon, son, soon
bills accumulate
the rent is due
the seasons change
the dreaded phone calls
the knocks at the door
an idiot rings me up and says
killer why dontcha just chill
cant he see im freezing here...?
months elongate unexpectedly
the new moon
womens courses flow
babies are born
people are married
grandparents pass away
everything in its place
for everything
term turn term
the term of his natural life
where is the natural in my life
lookin' sharp in my flats but no naturals
fate turns it all on right at the end
tick tick but never tock
goes my olde kitchen clock
my ears ringing more than this time last year
and that was a scream
2007...im hanging on to ya
i might let a little bit of january go by...
to give me something to hold on to...
but im gonna dig in the brakes
around feb
the brakes n the breaks
scarlet kilbey waddles in the room
and when she leaves shes in high heels
the twillies are women n mothers
the doodles become teenagers
they blossom and move out n away
i clutch again at short straws
my breathing becomes laboured
feels like i can never get enough air
the words on pages blur
the names in my mind fade
never to be spoken again
my voice dry
and then....
and then
i ask myself
what did it all mean
my life as sk
was a day
in the life
of all my lives
all the events n places n people
just trivial unremembered playground incidents
the breakthrus n failures
so what
and johnny o boogie was right
there IS nothing to get hung about
resistance is futile
but futility is futile too, baybee
jesus says we could move mountains with faith
if we but knew how
buddha says chill killer n take the middle path
krishna says nothing that lives will ever truly die
bobby dylan says
when i am in the darkness why do you intrude?
davy blowie says
we dont dance much, we just ball n play
then we move around like tigers on vaseline
jimbo says
lost in a roman wilderness of pain
n all the children are insane
cs lewis says
in the last days of narnia....
you dont wanna read that yer favourite place was in its last days..
i mean i dont mind the decline of the roman empire but..
everybody says nostradamus this.....
end of days we living in now
no more popes
(good fucking riddance)
no more wars for a while
a golden age of peace
or
collision with wormwood
the pit opens
666 on yer forehead baybee or no service
whose side are ya on?
good or evil?
aslan or tash?
if you worship aslan but call him tash, what then?
why does aslan permit tash to exist?
and time
time
time......
machine guns dripping with years
ya come
ya go
ya arrive
ya leave
steven, yer leavin' say the doodles
n everyone laughs
n then
everyones gone
and the credits roll
i cant believe that was the last episode
i say to nk
as i turn off the screen with the clicker
and her chair is empty
theres no furniture
theres no walls
only
light
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
exeunt twillies
well
im sitting here
having the cry
i been needing to have
in 45 minutes
i gotta take the twills to aero-puerte
and i dont wanna say goodbye
after a million goodbyes
and i suddenly regret
all the little times during this visit
that i felt miffed or inconvienced by em
last night we have a lovely dinner
uncle john
z
matty c (now wonderfully given all-clear by his doc)
glenny glen-glen who cut my hair real short for play
and us lot
we played dictionary game
and minna won!
it was a lovely evening
and i wassa so proude of all my various daughters
ha
its so strange...
the 2 lotsa twins came to see a rehearsal
im looking straight at em when
jerry asks me about my children
all girls i say
jerry: but you wanted a son
peter: well naturally everyman wants a son but...
(i do believe the little twins thought i meant it)
anyway i gotta get the twillies up n at em
ah elli
elli stop yawning
clear blue morning
but im in mourning again
there is talk that twills are gonna live in aust for one year
this year 07
please god
make that happen for me
bless all you fiends
a special special thanks to my subscribers
sk
im sitting here
having the cry
i been needing to have
in 45 minutes
i gotta take the twills to aero-puerte
and i dont wanna say goodbye
after a million goodbyes
and i suddenly regret
all the little times during this visit
that i felt miffed or inconvienced by em
last night we have a lovely dinner
uncle john
z
matty c (now wonderfully given all-clear by his doc)
glenny glen-glen who cut my hair real short for play
and us lot
we played dictionary game
and minna won!
it was a lovely evening
and i wassa so proude of all my various daughters
ha
its so strange...
the 2 lotsa twins came to see a rehearsal
im looking straight at em when
jerry asks me about my children
all girls i say
jerry: but you wanted a son
peter: well naturally everyman wants a son but...
(i do believe the little twins thought i meant it)
anyway i gotta get the twillies up n at em
ah elli
elli stop yawning
clear blue morning
but im in mourning again
there is talk that twills are gonna live in aust for one year
this year 07
please god
make that happen for me
bless all you fiends
a special special thanks to my subscribers
sk
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
being more than disturbed
a pack of yobbos has moved in underneath us about 3 weeks ago
theyve had 4 partys since xmas
last night
horror of horrors
the yobbos
(read young ignorant beer swilling people
possessed of little charm or grace)
last nite, monday nite
the yobbos have a little gathering of 20 other fellow yobbos
all talkin' like kath n kim
and to my absolute distress n dismay
they now have a barbeque
under our windows
we had the lighter fluid
we had the thick black smoke of their disgusting altar
then
we have the rancid filthy stench
as they burnt their dead dismal offering
to some brainless beer-god
we have to close all the windows immediately
but the vile evil odours have permeated our home
like having a crematorium going outside..
plus brilliant comments like
"this is really good meat!!"
as they tuck into their tragedy
they guffaw loudly and slurp down such copious quantities of booze
that the glass recycler is nearly valve-bouncing
then the doof doof doof starts
it pumps solidly thru the night
up thru the flawboards
its inane uselessness finds me
music for people who hate music
a simplistic bang bang bang
for yer basic moron who loses interest
if there is a more than a one second gap
and fiendss
here comes the frightening bit
2 of these yobbos are girls
2 yobettes and their little brother
formerly of yob point
i knew i was gonna hate em
when i saw they had a fuckin parrot in a cage as they moved in
yeah yobette
i bet yer lil birdy loves doin' solitary for life
yet committed no crime
instead of flying the burnin' blue skies
hes prisoner in yer nasty little cage
people with no clue
people with no taste
i was gonna say
theyre not even "straights"
we had "straights" before and they were considerate
they were doofing once
i knocked at the door
and said the missus is trying to have a rest
and the doof ceased pronto
their only other problem was an
enormous surround sound war game machine
the floor would shake n shudder
and civilians would scream
i kid you not
we had only some thin floor boards
separating us from ww111
tanks blasting
rockets falling
the works
but theyd always stop at 11
or if ya banged on the ceiling
but lassanite when i finally
at 11 30
jumped on the epicentre of the doof doof
they stopped for 3 seconds
then it returned in all its moronic vengeance;
the unfailing thump of drunken yobbos.
eventually as their gathering winds down
they accumulate (like rubbish)
underneath our bedroom window
having their loud empty ha ha ha
blah blah blahs right outside
(you couldnt dignify it with the word "conversation")
now i dont want to start that fucking idiot up again
in the comments section..
but the yobettes male friends
dont mind draining their beer-swollen bladders
just round the side of the house neither
now.....
well of course
next time it happens
(im always saying next time)
but next time
im gonna vacuum the house at 6 am
slowly and knocking big heavy things over
again n again
the doodles will be allowed
nay encouraged
to run n jump n doing cartwheels cross the floor
music which i imagine is anathema to the yobs will be played
(ie something nice)
at random intervals in random parts of the house
with my new bass heavy hi fi box
a'shuddering and a'vibrating right thru the gentle morning...
hangover?
im gonna induce the mother of all hangovers
when space ritual resounds deafeningly
in their cauliflower ears n confused alcohol soaked "brains"
NICE N EARLY
WAKEY WAKEY HANDS OFF SNAKEY!!!
and then....
and then...
and then im as bad as them
another irate naybour killing people loudly
with their badde fucking manners
and then things can get even worse
i mean it isnt actually open war yet.....
and i dont want that
believe me
i been living here for ages
its usually isnt TOO bad
kellys gone n everything.....
she did a midnite runner a few weeks back
anyway
she was a lot more exciting than the dullards downstairs
they are as close to generic yobbo as you can get
just the most uncomprehending kinda idiots
who depress ya just seeing hearing n now smelling em
nk is furious
im trying to keep her under control
the twillies at midnite lassanite
were spoiling for a fight
im going down there to fucking tell them
TO SHUTTUP OH!!!
yells skinny minni
marching down the stairs
come back here i hiss
not tonite...
ya see
i know enuff to know
that 20 20 something yobbos
with bellies full of grog n flesh
and a good doof doof going
well
they aint gonna listen to an irate vegeterian bi-lingual twin
from sodermalm stockholm telling em
to close down their cretinous festivities
and go to sleep
now what do i do?
i cant afford to move
i dont wanna move neither....
but what the....?
im in shock
please no" just chill"
thats what they'd probably say..
i dont wanna be this part im being forced into
the angry olde guy upstairs
whos trying to stop their orgies of ignorance
i dont wanna start a cold war
or any other war with em neither
i just wish theyd go away...
please somebody..
MAKE EM GO AWAY
ps mishy
do you wanna come thursday?
sk
theyve had 4 partys since xmas
last night
horror of horrors
the yobbos
(read young ignorant beer swilling people
possessed of little charm or grace)
last nite, monday nite
the yobbos have a little gathering of 20 other fellow yobbos
all talkin' like kath n kim
and to my absolute distress n dismay
they now have a barbeque
under our windows
we had the lighter fluid
we had the thick black smoke of their disgusting altar
then
we have the rancid filthy stench
as they burnt their dead dismal offering
to some brainless beer-god
we have to close all the windows immediately
but the vile evil odours have permeated our home
like having a crematorium going outside..
plus brilliant comments like
"this is really good meat!!"
as they tuck into their tragedy
they guffaw loudly and slurp down such copious quantities of booze
that the glass recycler is nearly valve-bouncing
then the doof doof doof starts
it pumps solidly thru the night
up thru the flawboards
its inane uselessness finds me
music for people who hate music
a simplistic bang bang bang
for yer basic moron who loses interest
if there is a more than a one second gap
and fiendss
here comes the frightening bit
2 of these yobbos are girls
2 yobettes and their little brother
formerly of yob point
i knew i was gonna hate em
when i saw they had a fuckin parrot in a cage as they moved in
yeah yobette
i bet yer lil birdy loves doin' solitary for life
yet committed no crime
instead of flying the burnin' blue skies
hes prisoner in yer nasty little cage
people with no clue
people with no taste
i was gonna say
theyre not even "straights"
we had "straights" before and they were considerate
they were doofing once
i knocked at the door
and said the missus is trying to have a rest
and the doof ceased pronto
their only other problem was an
enormous surround sound war game machine
the floor would shake n shudder
and civilians would scream
i kid you not
we had only some thin floor boards
separating us from ww111
tanks blasting
rockets falling
the works
but theyd always stop at 11
or if ya banged on the ceiling
but lassanite when i finally
at 11 30
jumped on the epicentre of the doof doof
they stopped for 3 seconds
then it returned in all its moronic vengeance;
the unfailing thump of drunken yobbos.
eventually as their gathering winds down
they accumulate (like rubbish)
underneath our bedroom window
having their loud empty ha ha ha
blah blah blahs right outside
(you couldnt dignify it with the word "conversation")
now i dont want to start that fucking idiot up again
in the comments section..
but the yobettes male friends
dont mind draining their beer-swollen bladders
just round the side of the house neither
now.....
well of course
next time it happens
(im always saying next time)
but next time
im gonna vacuum the house at 6 am
slowly and knocking big heavy things over
again n again
the doodles will be allowed
nay encouraged
to run n jump n doing cartwheels cross the floor
music which i imagine is anathema to the yobs will be played
(ie something nice)
at random intervals in random parts of the house
with my new bass heavy hi fi box
a'shuddering and a'vibrating right thru the gentle morning...
hangover?
im gonna induce the mother of all hangovers
when space ritual resounds deafeningly
in their cauliflower ears n confused alcohol soaked "brains"
NICE N EARLY
WAKEY WAKEY HANDS OFF SNAKEY!!!
and then....
and then...
and then im as bad as them
another irate naybour killing people loudly
with their badde fucking manners
and then things can get even worse
i mean it isnt actually open war yet.....
and i dont want that
believe me
i been living here for ages
its usually isnt TOO bad
kellys gone n everything.....
she did a midnite runner a few weeks back
anyway
she was a lot more exciting than the dullards downstairs
they are as close to generic yobbo as you can get
just the most uncomprehending kinda idiots
who depress ya just seeing hearing n now smelling em
nk is furious
im trying to keep her under control
the twillies at midnite lassanite
were spoiling for a fight
im going down there to fucking tell them
TO SHUTTUP OH!!!
yells skinny minni
marching down the stairs
come back here i hiss
not tonite...
ya see
i know enuff to know
that 20 20 something yobbos
with bellies full of grog n flesh
and a good doof doof going
well
they aint gonna listen to an irate vegeterian bi-lingual twin
from sodermalm stockholm telling em
to close down their cretinous festivities
and go to sleep
now what do i do?
i cant afford to move
i dont wanna move neither....
but what the....?
im in shock
please no" just chill"
thats what they'd probably say..
i dont wanna be this part im being forced into
the angry olde guy upstairs
whos trying to stop their orgies of ignorance
i dont wanna start a cold war
or any other war with em neither
i just wish theyd go away...
please somebody..
MAKE EM GO AWAY
ps mishy
do you wanna come thursday?
sk
Monday, January 08, 2007
naughty being does being naughty
sorry fiendss
i cant bring myself to the seas
i mean, the Cs
i know i ppromised ya
and all
but
cmon...
its like real fucking work doing that stuff
like answering questions
like travelling in aeroplanes
like disciplining kids
like having to explain yerself all the time
like rehearsing
like having a drug addiction
like being a tilers labourer on a building site
or pumping gas at the Total servo in wattle street
or mowing the lawn
or wiping up the dishes
or cleaning up my toys
or trying to learn to walk
or being born.......
i know y'all are paying me to write
but as an act of rebellion
i say no Cs today
you see you like me a little bit when im unpredictable
tho you mayent dig it at the time
and well
i just couldnt be BOTHERED doing the Cs
i'd rather just goof off with something like this
or some free form thing..
a poem?
hanky pankow
was a dour lad
he eschewed the good
and embraced the bad
there...
see?
a poem for ya
lassanite
nk n i watched movie c@#sucker blues
about ye olde rolling stones
shot in 72
its a bootleg
the film never released
such an art movie
the film all grainy
it leaves afterimages of colour in b + w
the white corridors to n fro dressing rooms bleed into white glare
the stones are grainy cartoons
loaded on top shelf drugs
they ponce about
centres of their own universes
jagger gives an interview to 2 fawning journos
hes dressed in a little blouse tied at the waist
n either undies or swimmers
he sits up with his legs tightly crossed
and in a millisecond his face changes from
a young rockstar
to
a retarded girl
to
a petulant ape
to
a handsome rebellious brute
to
a petty old queen
to
a stoned moron
to
a frosty icon
to
an angry young man
to
a coked up gossip bag
to
a latter day percy shelly
back to
mick jagger
i mean
talk about a fucking chameleon...!
keith is mostly sleepy
everyone puffing on a never ending chain of cigarettes
keith chucks a telly out a window
it hits the floor 18 storeys below explosionless
keith giggles
jagger n bianca snort coke n mince abaht
mick taylor walks in on a rather ugly naked groopie
+ some roadies or something
she lies before him opening n reopening her legs
"ive never seen a room graced with such beauty" he snootily declares
as he gazes in disgusted abstraction upon her hirsute agenda
if yer looking for sex drugs n rocknroll
this is the movie for you
we see people cooking up
shooting up
gang bangs on aeroplanes
head jobs a plenty
naked scrubbers play with themselves
while keithy n mick bang tambos
8 miles high
a. groopie nurses a passed out keef
a black waitress at a roadie snort session declares
oh i aint never had it before...
i knew it'd be good..
but you know...
not that good...!
and the film slowly builds up an atmosphere of oppression
jagger argues with a road manager whos had a drug dealer
beaten up n kicked off the tour
jaggers slightly miffed
but his self obsession n narcissism never allow him to ever focus...
aware of the camera
he limply plays some counter culture cliche
"well man...er you can dig my trip..its not the bread man.."
as his voice drawls on n on in that affected lazy way
actually he comes across as a spoilt prisoner
within a sordid hedonistic bubble of froth n ego
the performances are all over the place
he barks his way thru brown sugar
marching up n down the stage like a brat in the school musical
then anothertime
he nails midnight rambler
every inch the quintessential rock deity
with his perfect bouncing hair
his perfect jawline
his perfect huge red lips
n
his perfect gymnasts body
jaggers sexuality is blurred here
where can i get my cock sucked
where can i get my ass fucked
he wails in the "title track"
and then indeed
in a crowded dressing room
jagger shrugs outta his get up
and we see his ass
and his cock n balls too
gee mick
you musta known the cameras were there
meanwhile keef snores on a plane
the roadies snort more coke
and root more groopies
and the stones stumble down more neverending white corridors
as if on their way to executions
the photographers
the screaming babbling crowds
the fans are driven crazy by the stones n their ginormous success
all the while on tvs the 1972 presidential thingos going on
1972 seems brutal wild chaotic
people seemed like theyd do anything
as they floundered in the void of the sixties collapse
the flower power dream had ended in the nightmare
of vietnam
yes children
the man was still pulling the strings
the "straights" were back on course
jagger n cronies
(we see hardly anything of bill w n charlie)
keiths companion du jour most times is bobby keys
the texan saxophonist
who hit the olde horse big time
theres one scene where
keefs sittin in a hotel room
hes in his dressing gown
and gone is his coleridge langour
and his sleepy bohemian i-dont-give-a-fuck
now he looks alert miserable
some lackey is on the phone
giving instructions n addresses in a serious tone
as if hes organising an invasion
"do you understand its 1205 blah blah st
and when you get there...blah blah"
i guess keefs run out of joy dust
and hes kinda anxious to get some more onboard
anyway
this movie aint covering up much...
the 2 stars dont come over too well...
you should see jagger twittering away in a car
smoking a spliff and ramblin on
"blah blah blah me me me"
he squeaks on as bianca yawns n keef nods in the backseat
if you love rocknroll
see this film
it aint pretty
its gotta be 10 million times better than rattlenhum
or any other rock doco i ever seen
its gonna disturb ya
its gonna haunt ya
where are all those people now
the rabid psycho fans
"they took my baby off me cos i took acid"
mumbles a sad ghost in the black n white wilderness
of a mid west stadium carpark
all the kids
that roaring screaming mass
all of em now late fifties or sixties
this is an art movie
make no mistake
the film flashes n pops n drops out
it flares out to brilliant bone white
it condenses into impenetrable black
it seemed to have all happened a million years ago
in some desolate clunky universe
(check out the telephones)
you see glances of truman compote
tina turner
andy war-hole
blah blah
etc etc
where glamour meets the visceral
where fascination n disgust collide
where hero n villain blur
how do you feel now?
ladies n gentlemen
the greatest rocknroll band in the world
plus very naughty bits
sk
i cant bring myself to the seas
i mean, the Cs
i know i ppromised ya
and all
but
cmon...
its like real fucking work doing that stuff
like answering questions
like travelling in aeroplanes
like disciplining kids
like having to explain yerself all the time
like rehearsing
like having a drug addiction
like being a tilers labourer on a building site
or pumping gas at the Total servo in wattle street
or mowing the lawn
or wiping up the dishes
or cleaning up my toys
or trying to learn to walk
or being born.......
i know y'all are paying me to write
but as an act of rebellion
i say no Cs today
you see you like me a little bit when im unpredictable
tho you mayent dig it at the time
and well
i just couldnt be BOTHERED doing the Cs
i'd rather just goof off with something like this
or some free form thing..
a poem?
hanky pankow
was a dour lad
he eschewed the good
and embraced the bad
there...
see?
a poem for ya
lassanite
nk n i watched movie c@#sucker blues
about ye olde rolling stones
shot in 72
its a bootleg
the film never released
such an art movie
the film all grainy
it leaves afterimages of colour in b + w
the white corridors to n fro dressing rooms bleed into white glare
the stones are grainy cartoons
loaded on top shelf drugs
they ponce about
centres of their own universes
jagger gives an interview to 2 fawning journos
hes dressed in a little blouse tied at the waist
n either undies or swimmers
he sits up with his legs tightly crossed
and in a millisecond his face changes from
a young rockstar
to
a retarded girl
to
a petulant ape
to
a handsome rebellious brute
to
a petty old queen
to
a stoned moron
to
a frosty icon
to
an angry young man
to
a coked up gossip bag
to
a latter day percy shelly
back to
mick jagger
i mean
talk about a fucking chameleon...!
keith is mostly sleepy
everyone puffing on a never ending chain of cigarettes
keith chucks a telly out a window
it hits the floor 18 storeys below explosionless
keith giggles
jagger n bianca snort coke n mince abaht
mick taylor walks in on a rather ugly naked groopie
+ some roadies or something
she lies before him opening n reopening her legs
"ive never seen a room graced with such beauty" he snootily declares
as he gazes in disgusted abstraction upon her hirsute agenda
if yer looking for sex drugs n rocknroll
this is the movie for you
we see people cooking up
shooting up
gang bangs on aeroplanes
head jobs a plenty
naked scrubbers play with themselves
while keithy n mick bang tambos
8 miles high
a. groopie nurses a passed out keef
a black waitress at a roadie snort session declares
oh i aint never had it before...
i knew it'd be good..
but you know...
not that good...!
and the film slowly builds up an atmosphere of oppression
jagger argues with a road manager whos had a drug dealer
beaten up n kicked off the tour
jaggers slightly miffed
but his self obsession n narcissism never allow him to ever focus...
aware of the camera
he limply plays some counter culture cliche
"well man...er you can dig my trip..its not the bread man.."
as his voice drawls on n on in that affected lazy way
actually he comes across as a spoilt prisoner
within a sordid hedonistic bubble of froth n ego
the performances are all over the place
he barks his way thru brown sugar
marching up n down the stage like a brat in the school musical
then anothertime
he nails midnight rambler
every inch the quintessential rock deity
with his perfect bouncing hair
his perfect jawline
his perfect huge red lips
n
his perfect gymnasts body
jaggers sexuality is blurred here
where can i get my cock sucked
where can i get my ass fucked
he wails in the "title track"
and then indeed
in a crowded dressing room
jagger shrugs outta his get up
and we see his ass
and his cock n balls too
gee mick
you musta known the cameras were there
meanwhile keef snores on a plane
the roadies snort more coke
and root more groopies
and the stones stumble down more neverending white corridors
as if on their way to executions
the photographers
the screaming babbling crowds
the fans are driven crazy by the stones n their ginormous success
all the while on tvs the 1972 presidential thingos going on
1972 seems brutal wild chaotic
people seemed like theyd do anything
as they floundered in the void of the sixties collapse
the flower power dream had ended in the nightmare
of vietnam
yes children
the man was still pulling the strings
the "straights" were back on course
jagger n cronies
(we see hardly anything of bill w n charlie)
keiths companion du jour most times is bobby keys
the texan saxophonist
who hit the olde horse big time
theres one scene where
keefs sittin in a hotel room
hes in his dressing gown
and gone is his coleridge langour
and his sleepy bohemian i-dont-give-a-fuck
now he looks alert miserable
some lackey is on the phone
giving instructions n addresses in a serious tone
as if hes organising an invasion
"do you understand its 1205 blah blah st
and when you get there...blah blah"
i guess keefs run out of joy dust
and hes kinda anxious to get some more onboard
anyway
this movie aint covering up much...
the 2 stars dont come over too well...
you should see jagger twittering away in a car
smoking a spliff and ramblin on
"blah blah blah me me me"
he squeaks on as bianca yawns n keef nods in the backseat
if you love rocknroll
see this film
it aint pretty
its gotta be 10 million times better than rattlenhum
or any other rock doco i ever seen
its gonna disturb ya
its gonna haunt ya
where are all those people now
the rabid psycho fans
"they took my baby off me cos i took acid"
mumbles a sad ghost in the black n white wilderness
of a mid west stadium carpark
all the kids
that roaring screaming mass
all of em now late fifties or sixties
this is an art movie
make no mistake
the film flashes n pops n drops out
it flares out to brilliant bone white
it condenses into impenetrable black
it seemed to have all happened a million years ago
in some desolate clunky universe
(check out the telephones)
you see glances of truman compote
tina turner
andy war-hole
blah blah
etc etc
where glamour meets the visceral
where fascination n disgust collide
where hero n villain blur
how do you feel now?
ladies n gentlemen
the greatest rocknroll band in the world
plus very naughty bits
sk
Sunday, January 07, 2007
the killer (52) B's
look
i aint holding myself up as any great collector
everything here is incomplete, random and partial
i got a lotta holes in my collexion
(but not my complexion)
and quickly spruiking (shamelessly!) my play
friday 12 satday 13 jan, 8pm 15$ 10 $ concession
bricklane workshop 151 curlewis st
0439431114
oh and bon bon
i can put you on the door but i need to know
under mr or ms....
to other syddley fiendss
i imagine if you turn up at 730 on the night youll get a seat
we are having a nite for guests n family too on thursday at 8
turn up for that too if yer cheeky enuff :
tell em your my cousin...
anyway the play (now with musicians) is going well
i AM peter
an upperclass twit, kinda secretly gay, loadsa money
baffled to meet a real live hoodlum one day
in 1960
the guy who plays jerry the hoodlum is brilliant
he is all the restless smartass aggression of a new york psycho-bully
we got it going like a tennis match now
its very liberating
like know a piece of music
rattling it off efffortlessly
you can start to Xplore the tiny spaces
where you yourself lie therein...
enuff (shameless) spruiking
isnt that a kaydee lang album?
or was that r d laing who wrote knots?
ok
without a further do
bauhaus
who appear on my ipod only because of dark side of eighties comp
do ya wanna hear an extra silly version of ziggy stardust?
here it is.....
bbc orch does peer gynt
cant really argue with this one
in the hall of the mountain kings
the whole thing is suffused with mystery n brilliance.....
be bop deluxe
i only actually have axe victim on my pod
the other 3 or 4 waiting to go in...
i could write a whole blogge on bill nelson n be bop
this was a very influential album for most of us in churuch...
the beach boys
smiley smile/ wild honey
brain wilson...whatta master....for a while..he burned bright
i do hate the uncomfortable sight of some great awkward olde git
being carted around singing teenage lyrics with a fixed unibomber stare
while his fingers play piano parts in the thin air...
am i the only person who finds this at complete odds
with the original intention of the music eg sunny youthful etc
anyway good vibrations is one of THE true 7 wonders of rock
(a future blogge topic...remind me)
and the wind chimes here is by far superior to the other one
i hear this track n im back in surfers paradise with ploogy in 81
hot sultry nights in our hotel ploogy played smiley n petsounds over n over
i should have more
should have surfs up.....
the beatles
abbey road *****
help! ****
let it be naked ****
love *****
sgt peppers *****
what can ya say about the beatles
keep yer eyes peeled for my forthcoming book
essays on rock
the beatles are the prime movers
the originators
i havent gottem all on ipod...so what?
soon
the beatles music is the warp n woof of our western society
their contribution is enormous n evident
essential.......
bee gees
1st
odessa
i love a lotta beegees songs
jesus they had a run of hits everyone a bona fide clasiic
spicks n specks
new york mining disaster
massachussetts
words
how can you mend a lonely heart
tomorrow, tomorrow
i started a joke
i gotta getta message to you
i fuckin loathe the disco period however
no i dont find it kitsch or nuthing
odessa has got some of the worst pretentious lyrics
historical tripe about the baltic sea...more like bollocks,see..?
sorry about maurice tho...n andy....too soon too soon....
big audio dynamite e=mc2
i like mick jones...
this is pretty good..i guess..
big country
in a big country
(imagine if we'd been
the church "in the church")
this is from nks collexion i guess
sad to think of this geezers lonely demise..
i think this schtick was good for one song
but i was pretty tired of the highland fling schlock
very very quickly...
big spaceship
this is the druid from all indias other group
kraftwerky electro-pop
its pretty damn nifty actually
probably better than anything the teutonic tin cans have done for years
good on ya martin...i really like this record...
big star
in 1974 i finally got my hands on #1 and radio city
then a few years later sister/lovers (in all its permutations)
big star loom hugely in the churuch world
whole careers have been based around one big star song
frinstance "kangaroo"
that song invented the whole falling apart thing
listen to it
buckley did it...its on a couple of his..
great god
i could write a thesis on the importance of this one song
thats why buckley had to do it...
its a seminal rock song
its an archetype
as good as its gonna get
if you want a sprawling decaying masterpiece....
bil withers
aint no sunshine
ooh mama...
sexee ladies man music...
this from nks collex
but i do dig this in a detached/partially nostalgic way..
mmm...sweet ladee...ahhh!
biosphere
cirque
insomnia
man with a movie camera
microgravity
shen zhou
substrata
biosphere is norwegian guy
who makes clever instrumental music
its all very different
from ambient pieces
shards of ice cracking up
noisy
found sound
orchestral loops
anything
usually bril
recommend substrata
for frozen jollies
arctic rock?
oh this is lovely stuff...
hard to tear my self away...
black sabbath
(from darkside of 80s???!!!)
paranoid
i like this n the cover of the 1st album
other than that i find ozzy/sabbath
does nothing for my refined tastes...
blank n jones
relax 1 n 2
i never wooda hearda these germanic groovers
if i hadnt done a song for em called revealed
this stuff is cruisy dancey trancey chill out
whatever the fuck they call it this week
its like an endless summer night in majorca
the hot air
the restaurants overflowin at midnight
that sweet e washed down with the champers
and then
oh baby
oh ya hit that sweet groove
way down in ya soul
as the doof doof doof
and the flanging strings suck upwards
into the fragmenting spanish night
oh cmon baby....yeah this aint music for thinkin' to...
blind faith
oh classic album
stevie winwood
clappers
ginger b
rick grech
cant find my way home, presence of the lord
both bona fide classics
instant nostalgia
back in my bedroom
cold canberran night
i have single strip heater that burns one little bit of ya
and leaves the rest of the room cold
like a pie my father made once which was
burnt black on outside n ice on the inside
(with vegemite gravy!?)
i ve just received blind faith from the record club
which was a post order scam if you got people joined into
the record club you got 2 free albums
and when they joined they got 5 free albums
anyhow blind faith arrived in the mail which is very exciting actually
when yer sixteen anyway
in the glow of my heater n on my portable record player
i listen in wonder to this record
i cannot now disentangle myself from these impressions
i still enjoy it anyway....
the blue nile
i have walk across rooftops
i love this one
like music from a broadway show that never was
weary intelligent romantic songs
do i love you?
yes i love you
but it its easy come
easy go...
all this talking is only bravado
bo hansson
lord of the rings
magical musical interpretation of ring saga
this is superb stuff
innovative sad music channeled straight from middle earth
a billion times better than celtic schlock in movie
note to peter jackson:middle earth aint the emerald isle..
if ya love lotr
or ya love strange beautiful instrumental music
get this get this get this
i saw hansson on streets of stockholm
now twilight mysterioso...
boards of canada
the campfire headphase
awful title boys but super good album
i like b o can
clever instrumental stuff a bit pro toolsy..
8 out of ten easy..
bob dylan
blonde on blonde*****
infidels****
pat g and billy the k****
slow train****
street legal*** and a half
time outta mind***
what can i a mere mortal add to the
over notated mr dill-on
the buddha to lennons christ?
he wrote the book...
absolutely essential listening
where are desire n blood on the tracks both *****
????
must sort that out...
bonnie tyler
total eclipse of the heart
from nks collex
im listening to it now
its.....horrendous!
bow wow wow
from darkside of the eighties
go wild in the country
rubbish!
bread
it may surprise you to know i love bread
dont know why
i just love his songs
sorry
they make me feel good
they bypass the cynic in me
and i just enjoy em
a guilty pleasure
i now come out of the bread closet
i am a bread lover
ha ha ha
brian eno
another day on earth ****
another green world*****
before n after science *****
bell studies***
discreet music****
here come the warm jets****
i dormienti***
kite stories***
music for films*****
on land*****
eno is an original
a giant in thought n deed
again worthy of a whole blog
its hard to say now enos impact at the time
one of my heroes
all his stuff is different
give it a chance
its some of the best..
brian eno n david byrne
my life in the bush of ghosts****
eno n jpeter schwalm
drawn from life ****
eno n harold budd
plateaux of mirror*****
the pearl*****
brian jonestown massacre
and this is our music
bjm demos 91
i like the bjm
they frustrate me sometimes but i like em
better them than most of the other tripe out there
and this..is a great record
and i get a mention(!?) on the cover...
bruce springsteen
18 tracks**
asbury park****
the wild etc****
born to run******
darkness on the edge*****
tunnel of love****
another massive subject
youve seen my rave on about my fave boss tracks before
he sits only at dylans feet as a giant rocknroll figure
thats it
c ya tomorrow!
killa
i aint holding myself up as any great collector
everything here is incomplete, random and partial
i got a lotta holes in my collexion
(but not my complexion)
and quickly spruiking (shamelessly!) my play
friday 12 satday 13 jan, 8pm 15$ 10 $ concession
bricklane workshop 151 curlewis st
0439431114
oh and bon bon
i can put you on the door but i need to know
under mr or ms....
to other syddley fiendss
i imagine if you turn up at 730 on the night youll get a seat
we are having a nite for guests n family too on thursday at 8
turn up for that too if yer cheeky enuff :
tell em your my cousin...
anyway the play (now with musicians) is going well
i AM peter
an upperclass twit, kinda secretly gay, loadsa money
baffled to meet a real live hoodlum one day
in 1960
the guy who plays jerry the hoodlum is brilliant
he is all the restless smartass aggression of a new york psycho-bully
we got it going like a tennis match now
its very liberating
like know a piece of music
rattling it off efffortlessly
you can start to Xplore the tiny spaces
where you yourself lie therein...
enuff (shameless) spruiking
isnt that a kaydee lang album?
or was that r d laing who wrote knots?
ok
without a further do
bauhaus
who appear on my ipod only because of dark side of eighties comp
do ya wanna hear an extra silly version of ziggy stardust?
here it is.....
bbc orch does peer gynt
cant really argue with this one
in the hall of the mountain kings
the whole thing is suffused with mystery n brilliance.....
be bop deluxe
i only actually have axe victim on my pod
the other 3 or 4 waiting to go in...
i could write a whole blogge on bill nelson n be bop
this was a very influential album for most of us in churuch...
the beach boys
smiley smile/ wild honey
brain wilson...whatta master....for a while..he burned bright
i do hate the uncomfortable sight of some great awkward olde git
being carted around singing teenage lyrics with a fixed unibomber stare
while his fingers play piano parts in the thin air...
am i the only person who finds this at complete odds
with the original intention of the music eg sunny youthful etc
anyway good vibrations is one of THE true 7 wonders of rock
(a future blogge topic...remind me)
and the wind chimes here is by far superior to the other one
i hear this track n im back in surfers paradise with ploogy in 81
hot sultry nights in our hotel ploogy played smiley n petsounds over n over
i should have more
should have surfs up.....
the beatles
abbey road *****
help! ****
let it be naked ****
love *****
sgt peppers *****
what can ya say about the beatles
keep yer eyes peeled for my forthcoming book
essays on rock
the beatles are the prime movers
the originators
i havent gottem all on ipod...so what?
soon
the beatles music is the warp n woof of our western society
their contribution is enormous n evident
essential.......
bee gees
1st
odessa
i love a lotta beegees songs
jesus they had a run of hits everyone a bona fide clasiic
spicks n specks
new york mining disaster
massachussetts
words
how can you mend a lonely heart
tomorrow, tomorrow
i started a joke
i gotta getta message to you
i fuckin loathe the disco period however
no i dont find it kitsch or nuthing
odessa has got some of the worst pretentious lyrics
historical tripe about the baltic sea...more like bollocks,see..?
sorry about maurice tho...n andy....too soon too soon....
big audio dynamite e=mc2
i like mick jones...
this is pretty good..i guess..
big country
in a big country
(imagine if we'd been
the church "in the church")
this is from nks collexion i guess
sad to think of this geezers lonely demise..
i think this schtick was good for one song
but i was pretty tired of the highland fling schlock
very very quickly...
big spaceship
this is the druid from all indias other group
kraftwerky electro-pop
its pretty damn nifty actually
probably better than anything the teutonic tin cans have done for years
good on ya martin...i really like this record...
big star
in 1974 i finally got my hands on #1 and radio city
then a few years later sister/lovers (in all its permutations)
big star loom hugely in the churuch world
whole careers have been based around one big star song
frinstance "kangaroo"
that song invented the whole falling apart thing
listen to it
buckley did it...its on a couple of his..
great god
i could write a thesis on the importance of this one song
thats why buckley had to do it...
its a seminal rock song
its an archetype
as good as its gonna get
if you want a sprawling decaying masterpiece....
bil withers
aint no sunshine
ooh mama...
sexee ladies man music...
this from nks collex
but i do dig this in a detached/partially nostalgic way..
mmm...sweet ladee...ahhh!
biosphere
cirque
insomnia
man with a movie camera
microgravity
shen zhou
substrata
biosphere is norwegian guy
who makes clever instrumental music
its all very different
from ambient pieces
shards of ice cracking up
noisy
found sound
orchestral loops
anything
usually bril
recommend substrata
for frozen jollies
arctic rock?
oh this is lovely stuff...
hard to tear my self away...
black sabbath
(from darkside of 80s???!!!)
paranoid
i like this n the cover of the 1st album
other than that i find ozzy/sabbath
does nothing for my refined tastes...
blank n jones
relax 1 n 2
i never wooda hearda these germanic groovers
if i hadnt done a song for em called revealed
this stuff is cruisy dancey trancey chill out
whatever the fuck they call it this week
its like an endless summer night in majorca
the hot air
the restaurants overflowin at midnight
that sweet e washed down with the champers
and then
oh baby
oh ya hit that sweet groove
way down in ya soul
as the doof doof doof
and the flanging strings suck upwards
into the fragmenting spanish night
oh cmon baby....yeah this aint music for thinkin' to...
blind faith
oh classic album
stevie winwood
clappers
ginger b
rick grech
cant find my way home, presence of the lord
both bona fide classics
instant nostalgia
back in my bedroom
cold canberran night
i have single strip heater that burns one little bit of ya
and leaves the rest of the room cold
like a pie my father made once which was
burnt black on outside n ice on the inside
(with vegemite gravy!?)
i ve just received blind faith from the record club
which was a post order scam if you got people joined into
the record club you got 2 free albums
and when they joined they got 5 free albums
anyhow blind faith arrived in the mail which is very exciting actually
when yer sixteen anyway
in the glow of my heater n on my portable record player
i listen in wonder to this record
i cannot now disentangle myself from these impressions
i still enjoy it anyway....
the blue nile
i have walk across rooftops
i love this one
like music from a broadway show that never was
weary intelligent romantic songs
do i love you?
yes i love you
but it its easy come
easy go...
all this talking is only bravado
bo hansson
lord of the rings
magical musical interpretation of ring saga
this is superb stuff
innovative sad music channeled straight from middle earth
a billion times better than celtic schlock in movie
note to peter jackson:middle earth aint the emerald isle..
if ya love lotr
or ya love strange beautiful instrumental music
get this get this get this
i saw hansson on streets of stockholm
now twilight mysterioso...
boards of canada
the campfire headphase
awful title boys but super good album
i like b o can
clever instrumental stuff a bit pro toolsy..
8 out of ten easy..
bob dylan
blonde on blonde*****
infidels****
pat g and billy the k****
slow train****
street legal*** and a half
time outta mind***
what can i a mere mortal add to the
over notated mr dill-on
the buddha to lennons christ?
he wrote the book...
absolutely essential listening
where are desire n blood on the tracks both *****
????
must sort that out...
bonnie tyler
total eclipse of the heart
from nks collex
im listening to it now
its.....horrendous!
bow wow wow
from darkside of the eighties
go wild in the country
rubbish!
bread
it may surprise you to know i love bread
dont know why
i just love his songs
sorry
they make me feel good
they bypass the cynic in me
and i just enjoy em
a guilty pleasure
i now come out of the bread closet
i am a bread lover
ha ha ha
brian eno
another day on earth ****
another green world*****
before n after science *****
bell studies***
discreet music****
here come the warm jets****
i dormienti***
kite stories***
music for films*****
on land*****
eno is an original
a giant in thought n deed
again worthy of a whole blog
its hard to say now enos impact at the time
one of my heroes
all his stuff is different
give it a chance
its some of the best..
brian eno n david byrne
my life in the bush of ghosts****
eno n jpeter schwalm
drawn from life ****
eno n harold budd
plateaux of mirror*****
the pearl*****
brian jonestown massacre
and this is our music
bjm demos 91
i like the bjm
they frustrate me sometimes but i like em
better them than most of the other tripe out there
and this..is a great record
and i get a mention(!?) on the cover...
bruce springsteen
18 tracks**
asbury park****
the wild etc****
born to run******
darkness on the edge*****
tunnel of love****
another massive subject
youve seen my rave on about my fave boss tracks before
he sits only at dylans feet as a giant rocknroll figure
thats it
c ya tomorrow!
killa
Saturday, January 06, 2007
hey...you wanna see a picture of my ipodd with a camel?
oh my dearest fiendss
lassanite we have runthru of play
from woe to go
sk remembers all his lines!!!
remember 12 n 13th bricklane workshop
curlewis st bondi 8 pm
its gonna be very intimate
you wanna see me slapped around and abused?
(no not chrissy hindes...its the play)
you gotta bee there fiendss n fiendettes
dont not come!
i better see
d + t
i better see
le (or is it la) bon
i better see the dutchman from nz
i better see mishy
i better see all the rest of ya syddley fiendss
or else.....
ok?
now without further ado
here we go
AN OCCAISIONAL FEATURE
(as suggested by syrinx for you finx)
drumroll
THE KILLERS EYE-PODD
(da dah)
ok
first up
16 horsepower
sorta alt country stuff
banjo-ey n serious
i quita lika actually...
aha
this belongs to nk
absorbed by my pod accidently
i met morten harkett once in 1984
very handsome short sighted
a more red sunburnt nose than mine
could not understand my swedish one bit
liked i hoped a norwegian would....
aartika
this was given to me on tour but i have no idea by whom
the first track aura lee is one of the best shoo gazer things ever
i often put it on comps for frendz...
a real classic actually specially when the girls sweet voice comes in
"sing to me , aura lee"
the rest of record pretty good too
try n find this.....
air
ive got everything by air
what can you say
great aesthetic, great results
melodic, cinematic, cool
recommend anything
very good for les interludes romantiques
if you savoir fair...
alan watts
my very good friend leesey nicks gave me this in london
its called om:the sound of hinduism
its got some spoken word about/on/from "hinduism"
(i dislike that word)
its pretty good if you into the blue guys krish vish n shiv
theres a bit of sitar drones n chanting
i really dig this actually
check it out you atheists
ye might still yet be enlightened...
alanis morrissette
obviously this belongs to nk
its just that one song. you know
thank you india thank you pakistan...that one...
as to my oh-pinyon on it...
dont get me talkin.....!
albionioni
adagio for orch
oh beautiful stuff nicked from k + g's collection
note to self
the band should do an electric version of this...
its like a theme to an italian love story...
ali akbar khan
ragas
indian music is so different to western in its intent
it has no chordal movement n no harmonies
it has only unisons
you gotta listen n listen
you gotta let it wash over ya
this is pretty good ...
alio die
suspended feathers
this is from ambient chriss-o from frisc-o
this lovely manne has boostd my ambient etc section unbeeleevably
thank you chris
there will be something coming soon
bee a patient please
i received a new package from him yessaday
a veritable lord in the sk empire
anyway alio die is very very good
"found" sound mixing with electonica
great titles
descending past
ruins gardens drones
time in absence
etc
if you like amb you like this...
all about eve
strange i dont know much about aae
this is only in there cos its from darkside of the 80s
a comp
the track is marthas harbour
nice track
i listen to occaisionally
thats it...
all india radio
it says here i only got one record
but thats weird i thought i had 2 or 3
hmmmm..?
maybe theyre stored under another name
i heartily reco- mend anything by all ind rad
hope i can finish my thing with martin this year......
its instrumental not ambient
nice stuff....
america
i like hoarse with no name n sandman
reminds me off my yoof
very sub neil young tho now as i listen to it
i understand you been runnin from the man
that goes by the name of the sandman...
kinda almost somethin i wished id written....
amon duul 11
live in london
phallus dei
tannz der lemmings
vive la trance
wolf city
yeti
i m confused about amon duul
we met em once in germany
at breakfast in a hotel in an obscure town
theyre more a collective than a band
i got this from reedy with his boxes of prog in arizona
i had wolf city as a kid
some of its just an average 70s rock band slugging away
(with weird bits)
the chick singer is definitely an aquired taste
i still aint ackwired a taste for her germanic screechings
wolf city the track itself is a payoff
hard teutonic brutal sci-fi downwards guitars
things scream like winged monkeys
wolf city without pity...
the rest of amon i am yet to seriously explore
something for a rainy day thatll probably never come
we shoulda done wolf city at space rock night...
anoushka shankar
got this off johnny jus' th'other day
i know nothing about it
its a mix of indian with subtle western stuff
i really like it
and have done yoga to it too...
the albums called rise
antonio vivaldi
some slightly pompous un-sk like stuff
never listened to it before nor will again
unless i have madame bovary n mark e. d. sard over for tea..
this is side of classical i dont dig...
the arcade fire
funeral
despite having jumped in a long time ago
and saying that i didnt like the af
after only half a listen to a sampler
i got this album from the boffa a cuppla weeks back
and its my most played recent record
i love it
i didnt understand at first
i still cant really say what the words are all about
some weird claustrophobic childhood neighbourhood
its quite unlike anything else
great instrumentation...violins, honky tonk pianos,
accordions
busy arrangements
sometimes a woman sings
who sounds just like a female version of the guy singer
this is a fucking great record
it may take a bit of time to sink in
but this universe is worth visiting..
argent
im listening to hold yer head up and its
pretty stodgy stuff
i got all of argents real albums
the one with rusty ballad
he wrote liar which is on the 1st album
it was later done by 3 dog night
he wrote god gave rocknroll
done by kiss
i like 1st album best for wistful zombie-ish tracks
rod argent was in the z s
the second album ring of hands
not quite as good
but worth having i guess
if you like piano n stuff
n soft rock
cast your spell, uranus
is an unfortunate title (or not?)
the other 2
all together now
n in deep
arent too bad but not essential
havent listened to em yet
tho i had em on vinyl...
ashra tempel
first
inventions for electric guitar
join inn
schwingungen
starring rosi
all of ahra tempels stuff is quite different
inventions is highly recommended
guitars intercrossing echoing like arpeggiating keyboards
very kraut rock mainly instrumental
from reedys massive collexion
join in has tracks like freakn roll
jammy stuff
schwingy is more soundtracky
starring rosi more poppy i guess
the first track sounds like the allman bros..
ashra
is the same gang without the tempel...
i have blackouts
sunrain
the making of
sunrain is a beautiful chiming record
very euphoric
i recommend this one or inventions to start with
guess what
thats it for the a's
and theres too many b's for today
im gonna flake out on ya..
next
THE Bs
sk
lassanite we have runthru of play
from woe to go
sk remembers all his lines!!!
remember 12 n 13th bricklane workshop
curlewis st bondi 8 pm
its gonna be very intimate
you wanna see me slapped around and abused?
(no not chrissy hindes...its the play)
you gotta bee there fiendss n fiendettes
dont not come!
i better see
d + t
i better see
le (or is it la) bon
i better see the dutchman from nz
i better see mishy
i better see all the rest of ya syddley fiendss
or else.....
ok?
now without further ado
here we go
AN OCCAISIONAL FEATURE
(as suggested by syrinx for you finx)
drumroll
THE KILLERS EYE-PODD
(da dah)
ok
first up
16 horsepower
sorta alt country stuff
banjo-ey n serious
i quita lika actually...
aha
this belongs to nk
absorbed by my pod accidently
i met morten harkett once in 1984
very handsome short sighted
a more red sunburnt nose than mine
could not understand my swedish one bit
liked i hoped a norwegian would....
aartika
this was given to me on tour but i have no idea by whom
the first track aura lee is one of the best shoo gazer things ever
i often put it on comps for frendz...
a real classic actually specially when the girls sweet voice comes in
"sing to me , aura lee"
the rest of record pretty good too
try n find this.....
air
ive got everything by air
what can you say
great aesthetic, great results
melodic, cinematic, cool
recommend anything
very good for les interludes romantiques
if you savoir fair...
alan watts
my very good friend leesey nicks gave me this in london
its called om:the sound of hinduism
its got some spoken word about/on/from "hinduism"
(i dislike that word)
its pretty good if you into the blue guys krish vish n shiv
theres a bit of sitar drones n chanting
i really dig this actually
check it out you atheists
ye might still yet be enlightened...
alanis morrissette
obviously this belongs to nk
its just that one song. you know
thank you india thank you pakistan...that one...
as to my oh-pinyon on it...
dont get me talkin.....!
albionioni
adagio for orch
oh beautiful stuff nicked from k + g's collection
note to self
the band should do an electric version of this...
its like a theme to an italian love story...
ali akbar khan
ragas
indian music is so different to western in its intent
it has no chordal movement n no harmonies
it has only unisons
you gotta listen n listen
you gotta let it wash over ya
this is pretty good ...
alio die
suspended feathers
this is from ambient chriss-o from frisc-o
this lovely manne has boostd my ambient etc section unbeeleevably
thank you chris
there will be something coming soon
bee a patient please
i received a new package from him yessaday
a veritable lord in the sk empire
anyway alio die is very very good
"found" sound mixing with electonica
great titles
descending past
ruins gardens drones
time in absence
etc
if you like amb you like this...
all about eve
strange i dont know much about aae
this is only in there cos its from darkside of the 80s
a comp
the track is marthas harbour
nice track
i listen to occaisionally
thats it...
all india radio
it says here i only got one record
but thats weird i thought i had 2 or 3
hmmmm..?
maybe theyre stored under another name
i heartily reco- mend anything by all ind rad
hope i can finish my thing with martin this year......
its instrumental not ambient
nice stuff....
america
i like hoarse with no name n sandman
reminds me off my yoof
very sub neil young tho now as i listen to it
i understand you been runnin from the man
that goes by the name of the sandman...
kinda almost somethin i wished id written....
amon duul 11
live in london
phallus dei
tannz der lemmings
vive la trance
wolf city
yeti
i m confused about amon duul
we met em once in germany
at breakfast in a hotel in an obscure town
theyre more a collective than a band
i got this from reedy with his boxes of prog in arizona
i had wolf city as a kid
some of its just an average 70s rock band slugging away
(with weird bits)
the chick singer is definitely an aquired taste
i still aint ackwired a taste for her germanic screechings
wolf city the track itself is a payoff
hard teutonic brutal sci-fi downwards guitars
things scream like winged monkeys
wolf city without pity...
the rest of amon i am yet to seriously explore
something for a rainy day thatll probably never come
we shoulda done wolf city at space rock night...
anoushka shankar
got this off johnny jus' th'other day
i know nothing about it
its a mix of indian with subtle western stuff
i really like it
and have done yoga to it too...
the albums called rise
antonio vivaldi
some slightly pompous un-sk like stuff
never listened to it before nor will again
unless i have madame bovary n mark e. d. sard over for tea..
this is side of classical i dont dig...
the arcade fire
funeral
despite having jumped in a long time ago
and saying that i didnt like the af
after only half a listen to a sampler
i got this album from the boffa a cuppla weeks back
and its my most played recent record
i love it
i didnt understand at first
i still cant really say what the words are all about
some weird claustrophobic childhood neighbourhood
its quite unlike anything else
great instrumentation...violins, honky tonk pianos,
accordions
busy arrangements
sometimes a woman sings
who sounds just like a female version of the guy singer
this is a fucking great record
it may take a bit of time to sink in
but this universe is worth visiting..
argent
im listening to hold yer head up and its
pretty stodgy stuff
i got all of argents real albums
the one with rusty ballad
he wrote liar which is on the 1st album
it was later done by 3 dog night
he wrote god gave rocknroll
done by kiss
i like 1st album best for wistful zombie-ish tracks
rod argent was in the z s
the second album ring of hands
not quite as good
but worth having i guess
if you like piano n stuff
n soft rock
cast your spell, uranus
is an unfortunate title (or not?)
the other 2
all together now
n in deep
arent too bad but not essential
havent listened to em yet
tho i had em on vinyl...
ashra tempel
first
inventions for electric guitar
join inn
schwingungen
starring rosi
all of ahra tempels stuff is quite different
inventions is highly recommended
guitars intercrossing echoing like arpeggiating keyboards
very kraut rock mainly instrumental
from reedys massive collexion
join in has tracks like freakn roll
jammy stuff
schwingy is more soundtracky
starring rosi more poppy i guess
the first track sounds like the allman bros..
ashra
is the same gang without the tempel...
i have blackouts
sunrain
the making of
sunrain is a beautiful chiming record
very euphoric
i recommend this one or inventions to start with
guess what
thats it for the a's
and theres too many b's for today
im gonna flake out on ya..
next
THE Bs
sk
Friday, January 05, 2007
the inconstant blogger
im sorry
where was i?
i had to drive back to syddley
look
theres something you should understand about me..
although i am, on some , levels
a bona-fide renee-sonce man
(hi renee)
and i do spout proze n pertry
i am also a bit...
how can i put it...?
silly
ive always been a bit....silly
i cry wolfe
and i easily get confused n disheartened
and i give up
and lose the plot
well
its like the 2 times i was locked outta mah car
in the middle of nowhere...with kidss
and locksmiths were summoned etc etc
when after finally getting in car
low n bee hold
the keys aint in the car
one more quick pat down reveals keys in side pocket
of ye olde trusty hemp black cord jacket
they were on me all the time
or i call up to nk n girls when im outside the 'ouse
oi you lot have any of ya seen mah sunnglasses?
an' they lookin' at me very strangely...
finally nk says kinda embarrassed
steven...?
i reach up to touch my eyes
but i cant because
theres a layer of green rayban glass
between my finger n eyes
cos i already got em on
has anyone seen my bass? i ask one day whilst wearing it
my rational logical mind is comparable to an immature morons
while my poeticle side is overdeloped like a muscleman
and now i cant put my adjectives by my side
i know some of you are finding this hard to believe
that yer bone idol is rather silly a fair bit o' the thyme
yessaday minna says
dad do you think when you learn something like your new play
that other things go out the back of your mind at the same time?
i think theres probly some sense in that
maybe ive been deleting from the logic mind
to feed ms muse and her department
do you think people have ever said
never mind the boy/man/olde codger
is a genius
therefore
let him be silly??
no
they havent
anyway
no one is a genius at home
remember that...
(blogge goes all wavy.....)
leonardo......?
what is it dear?
have you fed your dog today?
but dear, i just worked out the aeronautics of a machine
which, although, theoretically improbable, still could...
did you or didnt you feed your dog, leo?
cos i aint feeding 'im while you sod around,
dissecting corpses
and painting olde miss whatsername...
mona, dear?
i aint no fucking moaner leo !
im just sick of yer merry magda-lanes n bloody parra-shoots
(fade back to reality)
(whatever that is)
(baybee)
so look
after that song n dance with pod
i have ta say it was justa low low batt.
(sound of angry readers cluck clucking)
lower than i ever seen it
lower than
knee high to grasshopper
man that batt was low
no wonder...
i was so confused..
i mean why should i think of the easiest most obvious thing
while i can PANIC n LAMENT?
joycie mc mother
i am on an almost ! free diet at the moment
youve put me right off my !s
anyway the podd came bach to life
but i DO now know a lotta other intresting stuff
from all the luvverlee commentors with all their advices
we drove back to syd
after leaving v. nice tiny tot (with the lot)
and dr jimbo (who would not leave ya in limbo)
and beautiful handbuilt house
how can ya be a top intertional doc AND a master builder?
i cant lay one brick or sew one stitch
tho i could lay a stitch if i was asked
and guys...
im sorry i was silly......
(am i addicted to.....the way moth is to !)
anyway
my oh my
after putting up with my own confused silliness 4 two days
i then had to put up with bi lingual bickering in stereo
on way home
blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
her feet.....
my seat....
turn it up....
turn it down....
celebrity quiz from goss mag....
big daddy : no, i dont know the name of brittnees fuckin' monkey....
windows up
minna begs from backseat
her glandular fever is coming back we fear...
but
its bloody hot outside n
quite frankly
my car doesnt like its own airconditioning
it imparts that to me in subtle shudders n sighs
and tiny signals it sends me up the pedals n column
elli starts winding her window up
dont do that i yell over the music n rushing air
minna screams yes yes do it up
i go leave it alone!
minna in swedish is going do it up!do it up !
suddenly i burst into one of those voices fathers have
that really loud noisy "orrible one
when everyone else looks at each other
and goes
wow the olde bouy is really chucking a william...
and i go
leave it alone
i gotta drive
and i need some fucking air!
and the window goes down
the car goes silent
after a a couple of minutes elli says
daddy minnas crying
and then the guilt n rotteness come down on me
and i bluster about like a total out of synch daddy-o
who dont understand or know nuthing
"but what...i mean...i didnt mean to...oh come on now...what did i..."
etc etc
till elli says
daddy shut up
wow
this being a fambley manne gig much tuffer than being a space rocker
i mean the boys dont cry if i yell at em for a start
anyway
theres some sorta constant argy bargy between les twilliepops
all the way frome batemans bay to nth bond-eye-podd
thru wild lush forests
thru depressing grey industrial areas
past dead kangaroos n cemeteries
the twills argue the toss
when we get to kiama i do my block again
it takes elli half an hour to buy a packet of crisps
minna n me sit parked in the sun frying n fuming
but ya know what?
minutes later we're all laughing again
and carrying on...
its just the way we are (i suppose)
argumentative.....
and
silly
syrinx the minx has suggested
that i take you thru my ipodd
so as an occaisional feature
tomorrow we'll make a start on a n b n c
ok?
please forgive me
let me go
warm regs
s k
where was i?
i had to drive back to syddley
look
theres something you should understand about me..
although i am, on some , levels
a bona-fide renee-sonce man
(hi renee)
and i do spout proze n pertry
i am also a bit...
how can i put it...?
silly
ive always been a bit....silly
i cry wolfe
and i easily get confused n disheartened
and i give up
and lose the plot
well
its like the 2 times i was locked outta mah car
in the middle of nowhere...with kidss
and locksmiths were summoned etc etc
when after finally getting in car
low n bee hold
the keys aint in the car
one more quick pat down reveals keys in side pocket
of ye olde trusty hemp black cord jacket
they were on me all the time
or i call up to nk n girls when im outside the 'ouse
oi you lot have any of ya seen mah sunnglasses?
an' they lookin' at me very strangely...
finally nk says kinda embarrassed
steven...?
i reach up to touch my eyes
but i cant because
theres a layer of green rayban glass
between my finger n eyes
cos i already got em on
has anyone seen my bass? i ask one day whilst wearing it
my rational logical mind is comparable to an immature morons
while my poeticle side is overdeloped like a muscleman
and now i cant put my adjectives by my side
i know some of you are finding this hard to believe
that yer bone idol is rather silly a fair bit o' the thyme
yessaday minna says
dad do you think when you learn something like your new play
that other things go out the back of your mind at the same time?
i think theres probly some sense in that
maybe ive been deleting from the logic mind
to feed ms muse and her department
do you think people have ever said
never mind the boy/man/olde codger
is a genius
therefore
let him be silly??
no
they havent
anyway
no one is a genius at home
remember that...
(blogge goes all wavy.....)
leonardo......?
what is it dear?
have you fed your dog today?
but dear, i just worked out the aeronautics of a machine
which, although, theoretically improbable, still could...
did you or didnt you feed your dog, leo?
cos i aint feeding 'im while you sod around,
dissecting corpses
and painting olde miss whatsername...
mona, dear?
i aint no fucking moaner leo !
im just sick of yer merry magda-lanes n bloody parra-shoots
(fade back to reality)
(whatever that is)
(baybee)
so look
after that song n dance with pod
i have ta say it was justa low low batt.
(sound of angry readers cluck clucking)
lower than i ever seen it
lower than
knee high to grasshopper
man that batt was low
no wonder...
i was so confused..
i mean why should i think of the easiest most obvious thing
while i can PANIC n LAMENT?
joycie mc mother
i am on an almost ! free diet at the moment
youve put me right off my !s
anyway the podd came bach to life
but i DO now know a lotta other intresting stuff
from all the luvverlee commentors with all their advices
we drove back to syd
after leaving v. nice tiny tot (with the lot)
and dr jimbo (who would not leave ya in limbo)
and beautiful handbuilt house
how can ya be a top intertional doc AND a master builder?
i cant lay one brick or sew one stitch
tho i could lay a stitch if i was asked
and guys...
im sorry i was silly......
(am i addicted to.....the way moth is to !)
anyway
my oh my
after putting up with my own confused silliness 4 two days
i then had to put up with bi lingual bickering in stereo
on way home
blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
her feet.....
my seat....
turn it up....
turn it down....
celebrity quiz from goss mag....
big daddy : no, i dont know the name of brittnees fuckin' monkey....
windows up
minna begs from backseat
her glandular fever is coming back we fear...
but
its bloody hot outside n
quite frankly
my car doesnt like its own airconditioning
it imparts that to me in subtle shudders n sighs
and tiny signals it sends me up the pedals n column
elli starts winding her window up
dont do that i yell over the music n rushing air
minna screams yes yes do it up
i go leave it alone!
minna in swedish is going do it up!do it up !
suddenly i burst into one of those voices fathers have
that really loud noisy "orrible one
when everyone else looks at each other
and goes
wow the olde bouy is really chucking a william...
and i go
leave it alone
i gotta drive
and i need some fucking air!
and the window goes down
the car goes silent
after a a couple of minutes elli says
daddy minnas crying
and then the guilt n rotteness come down on me
and i bluster about like a total out of synch daddy-o
who dont understand or know nuthing
"but what...i mean...i didnt mean to...oh come on now...what did i..."
etc etc
till elli says
daddy shut up
wow
this being a fambley manne gig much tuffer than being a space rocker
i mean the boys dont cry if i yell at em for a start
anyway
theres some sorta constant argy bargy between les twilliepops
all the way frome batemans bay to nth bond-eye-podd
thru wild lush forests
thru depressing grey industrial areas
past dead kangaroos n cemeteries
the twills argue the toss
when we get to kiama i do my block again
it takes elli half an hour to buy a packet of crisps
minna n me sit parked in the sun frying n fuming
but ya know what?
minutes later we're all laughing again
and carrying on...
its just the way we are (i suppose)
argumentative.....
and
silly
syrinx the minx has suggested
that i take you thru my ipodd
so as an occaisional feature
tomorrow we'll make a start on a n b n c
ok?
please forgive me
let me go
warm regs
s k
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
hidden and unbidden
gee fiendss
i hate to start the day off
with a negative feeling out there
but i think my fucking ipodd
just had a severe personality crisis
it cant get off the apple emblem
its going on and off n halfway on halfway blank
and to tell ya the truth i feel quite dismayed
i feel a little sick n worried that my carefully tended
hand selected filled with love n devotion machine
has contracted lunacy and is acting like a gone-un
i mean if it was my horse i'd have to shoot it
oh boy i hope i kept my warrantee
ha ha nervous laughter
sk : this isnt blogg i's expecting to write
muse : get over it and stop crying over yer dead little friend there
sk : it cost like 600 bucks!
muse : what were you gonna listen to?
sk : the equatorial stars by f and e
muse : damn i like that that one too
sk : boo hoo
muse : when did you find out?
sk : just now! when i tried to turn it on..
muse : cant you get it fixed?
sk (miserably) i dont know....i dont know
muse : but a lovely view here nonetheless
sk : yeah...but i wanted some music
muse : course someone out there is thinking you should
play eye choons from ye olde lappy instead but...
sk : i cant cause im...
muse : on someone elses computer
sk : still i say boo hoo...
muse : describe your surroundings
sk : yer just trying to get my mind off my podd!
muse : shall i help you?
sk : go ahead...im fuckin' too devastated here...
muse : sk is sitting in a study, a real study
like you might find leo g carroll or someone in
its walls are deep red
one door leading outside is black
another door leading to a room where e and m are asleep is wooden
the floor is wooden n polished
books line the wall
old tomes, medical textbooks
biographies of people long gone
the table he sits at seems to be a big plank of wood
with all its grains swirls whorls n stuff
outside the window are trees
strange pine-y looking trees with green mottled bark
a creek fed by the sea is still
as are the trees
the sky is a wan reluctant blue
sk is dressed in a black p=a tshirt brown shorts n explorer sox
he is tanned and trim but his face reveals tiredness n excess
sk : easy there...!
muse : down the south coast....where he loves it
sk : the south coast between sydney n melbourne
is some of the most beautiful, pleasant-climed
spiritually inspiring country in the world
muse : where your father died...just down the road
sk : yes...and that too...
muse : hows your mothers book going...
sk : was enjoying it till russell mentioned many !s
almost every sentence finishes in a ! (!)
muse : so what...?
sk : well i cant stop noticing em now...
muse : gentle birdsong fills the air
sk : im on holiday....
muse : by the seaside
sk(sadly): no keethy urbane though...
muse : its better this way...
sk : he wouldnt care if his ipod exploded...
muse : no i guess not
sk : is this the best we can come up with today?
muse : you wanna be fuckin' lord tennyson every day?
sk : its just that, well, my readers...
muse : they cant expect baudelaire when ya pods kaput, man
sk : but...its just so unsatisfactory this way
muse : i know...we had a good blogge planned for today
sk : i was gonna reveal everything about...
muse : and all that deeply personal stuff about ...
sk : shhh! ive changed my mind...im already being sued
muse : oh i forgot
sk : actually i was gonna tell the true story about..
muse : too soon too soon...keep that for later, ron
sk : yer right...as usual
muse : well i guess that is it then...
sk : yeah
muse : and yer trusty subscribers....
sk : fuck it! they better unnerstand im in shock n grief
muse : for a machine...some bohemian spiritual seeker...ha!
sk : im everybody and still a no-one
***************************
fin
i hate to start the day off
with a negative feeling out there
but i think my fucking ipodd
just had a severe personality crisis
it cant get off the apple emblem
its going on and off n halfway on halfway blank
and to tell ya the truth i feel quite dismayed
i feel a little sick n worried that my carefully tended
hand selected filled with love n devotion machine
has contracted lunacy and is acting like a gone-un
i mean if it was my horse i'd have to shoot it
oh boy i hope i kept my warrantee
ha ha nervous laughter
sk : this isnt blogg i's expecting to write
muse : get over it and stop crying over yer dead little friend there
sk : it cost like 600 bucks!
muse : what were you gonna listen to?
sk : the equatorial stars by f and e
muse : damn i like that that one too
sk : boo hoo
muse : when did you find out?
sk : just now! when i tried to turn it on..
muse : cant you get it fixed?
sk (miserably) i dont know....i dont know
muse : but a lovely view here nonetheless
sk : yeah...but i wanted some music
muse : course someone out there is thinking you should
play eye choons from ye olde lappy instead but...
sk : i cant cause im...
muse : on someone elses computer
sk : still i say boo hoo...
muse : describe your surroundings
sk : yer just trying to get my mind off my podd!
muse : shall i help you?
sk : go ahead...im fuckin' too devastated here...
muse : sk is sitting in a study, a real study
like you might find leo g carroll or someone in
its walls are deep red
one door leading outside is black
another door leading to a room where e and m are asleep is wooden
the floor is wooden n polished
books line the wall
old tomes, medical textbooks
biographies of people long gone
the table he sits at seems to be a big plank of wood
with all its grains swirls whorls n stuff
outside the window are trees
strange pine-y looking trees with green mottled bark
a creek fed by the sea is still
as are the trees
the sky is a wan reluctant blue
sk is dressed in a black p=a tshirt brown shorts n explorer sox
he is tanned and trim but his face reveals tiredness n excess
sk : easy there...!
muse : down the south coast....where he loves it
sk : the south coast between sydney n melbourne
is some of the most beautiful, pleasant-climed
spiritually inspiring country in the world
muse : where your father died...just down the road
sk : yes...and that too...
muse : hows your mothers book going...
sk : was enjoying it till russell mentioned many !s
almost every sentence finishes in a ! (!)
muse : so what...?
sk : well i cant stop noticing em now...
muse : gentle birdsong fills the air
sk : im on holiday....
muse : by the seaside
sk(sadly): no keethy urbane though...
muse : its better this way...
sk : he wouldnt care if his ipod exploded...
muse : no i guess not
sk : is this the best we can come up with today?
muse : you wanna be fuckin' lord tennyson every day?
sk : its just that, well, my readers...
muse : they cant expect baudelaire when ya pods kaput, man
sk : but...its just so unsatisfactory this way
muse : i know...we had a good blogge planned for today
sk : i was gonna reveal everything about...
muse : and all that deeply personal stuff about ...
sk : shhh! ive changed my mind...im already being sued
muse : oh i forgot
sk : actually i was gonna tell the true story about..
muse : too soon too soon...keep that for later, ron
sk : yer right...as usual
muse : well i guess that is it then...
sk : yeah
muse : and yer trusty subscribers....
sk : fuck it! they better unnerstand im in shock n grief
muse : for a machine...some bohemian spiritual seeker...ha!
sk : im everybody and still a no-one
***************************
fin
Tuesday, January 02, 2007
day 2
so this is 2007 eh?
how futuristic....
the killer sits in kitchen
the harbour bridge is obscured by cloud
everybody sleep sleep sleep
sydney still very quiet
aint this the day that all the "straights" go back to work?
those lazy "straights"...
here i am a first class boheemyan
and im up early n im working...
maybe i should jump in ye olde falcon
and drive round blowing my own horn
today im gonna drive twillies down the south coast
to visit olde frends dr jimmy +the tiny tot
now very very coincidentally
you cant guess whos staying practically next door
(i aint exagerrating!)
keethy urbane and ms nicci mankid
yep
and ive already daydreamed this scenario for ya
the olde being gets up early...as is his wont
hes wandering on that beach
when he hears excuse me
arent you steeeve kill-bee?
i spin around...its a guy about 40
long sandy hair and a cuppla huge body guards
keethy?
steve! listen man i got all the cherches records dude
oh steve...wont you write some million selling songs with me?
well uh keethy thats nice..but...uh...
cmon steve look i'll give ya a million right now
(bodyguard whips out a chequebook
keith signs it and rips it out , hands it over)
we go up to niccis holiday house
i meet her daddy doctor horatio mankid the famous elbow surgeon
i meet the sister livinia mankid and her husband whatsisname
and finally
ah she enters the room
austraylias verry verry own
and
the highest paid feemail moovie star in tha wirld
and shes says
stevie oh i loved priest = aura
and then we all get on like a house on fire
doctor horatio looks at my elbows (got the all-clear)
livinia produces spliff champers n dragons
but keethy ...i thought you were in rehab
fuck that maan...its christmas
wow keethy n i get on like brothers
hes read all the same books
he likes all the same records
at the end of a long session
its fixed
im gonna work on keethys new album
hes gonna buy me a mansion in vaucluse
and
build a studio in basement
we're going down the lexus shop tomorrow
and hes gonna pick me out a cuppla guzzlahs
i get home to dr j and tt
no one can believe my good luck
we're sitting there celebrating
when a knock comes at the door
its the bodyguards
mister urbane wants his cheque back...NOW!
but why but why? i ask
one of em reaches into his coat and pulls out a bit of paper
he said to give you this !
the bodyguard rolls it up and almost shoves it down my throat
they take the 1 million buck cheque n leave
i spit the ball of paper from my mouth
its a printout of that damn blogge....
but keethy....i didnt mean it...i didnt know you then...
i sob to myself
gently rocking in a corner
my mother always said my big mouth'd get me into trubble..
and now...
look
keethy if ya reading this
i wanna say
i love yer new album
im ready to go all country
(i once rode a pony at a school fete)
lets write some earthy stuff
out in the paddock with our hoes at the crack of day
that sort of thing
just gimme another chance
keethy?
how futuristic....
the killer sits in kitchen
the harbour bridge is obscured by cloud
everybody sleep sleep sleep
sydney still very quiet
aint this the day that all the "straights" go back to work?
those lazy "straights"...
here i am a first class boheemyan
and im up early n im working...
maybe i should jump in ye olde falcon
and drive round blowing my own horn
today im gonna drive twillies down the south coast
to visit olde frends dr jimmy +the tiny tot
now very very coincidentally
you cant guess whos staying practically next door
(i aint exagerrating!)
keethy urbane and ms nicci mankid
yep
and ive already daydreamed this scenario for ya
the olde being gets up early...as is his wont
hes wandering on that beach
when he hears excuse me
arent you steeeve kill-bee?
i spin around...its a guy about 40
long sandy hair and a cuppla huge body guards
keethy?
steve! listen man i got all the cherches records dude
oh steve...wont you write some million selling songs with me?
well uh keethy thats nice..but...uh...
cmon steve look i'll give ya a million right now
(bodyguard whips out a chequebook
keith signs it and rips it out , hands it over)
we go up to niccis holiday house
i meet her daddy doctor horatio mankid the famous elbow surgeon
i meet the sister livinia mankid and her husband whatsisname
and finally
ah she enters the room
austraylias verry verry own
and
the highest paid feemail moovie star in tha wirld
and shes says
stevie oh i loved priest = aura
and then we all get on like a house on fire
doctor horatio looks at my elbows (got the all-clear)
livinia produces spliff champers n dragons
but keethy ...i thought you were in rehab
fuck that maan...its christmas
wow keethy n i get on like brothers
hes read all the same books
he likes all the same records
at the end of a long session
its fixed
im gonna work on keethys new album
hes gonna buy me a mansion in vaucluse
and
build a studio in basement
we're going down the lexus shop tomorrow
and hes gonna pick me out a cuppla guzzlahs
i get home to dr j and tt
no one can believe my good luck
we're sitting there celebrating
when a knock comes at the door
its the bodyguards
mister urbane wants his cheque back...NOW!
but why but why? i ask
one of em reaches into his coat and pulls out a bit of paper
he said to give you this !
the bodyguard rolls it up and almost shoves it down my throat
they take the 1 million buck cheque n leave
i spit the ball of paper from my mouth
its a printout of that damn blogge....
but keethy....i didnt mean it...i didnt know you then...
i sob to myself
gently rocking in a corner
my mother always said my big mouth'd get me into trubble..
and now...
look
keethy if ya reading this
i wanna say
i love yer new album
im ready to go all country
(i once rode a pony at a school fete)
lets write some earthy stuff
out in the paddock with our hoes at the crack of day
that sort of thing
just gimme another chance
keethy?
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