posted on November 20, 2008 at 7:45 pm

continuity remained elusive in the killers life
his memory had fractured into mosaic elements
a la the white plague
or a whiter shade of plague with the bark motif
everything is connected n then everything is disconnected
grasping at straws to drink my boost juice
tuning up backstage in berlin
shooting dope in a station in stockholm
standing on a ferry between nambucca heads n kempsey
you are no continuous continual free thinking man
you are a series of snapshots on the white pages of spirit
i check into my room with my bag of cassettes
and my great big cassette player with detachable speakers
the room is quiet the air conditioner purrs
the tv offers a range of services
exec check out
weekend specials
shopping vouchers
drycleaning services
open up the fridge
kilbey takes out the toblerone chocolate
eating at it as he looks out over the city
what was it?
new genoa ….?
with its hinterland of twinkling lights
with its rivers n statues
with its audiences n its money
kilbey shoves in a cassette
david neils classic after mars
kilbey fishes thru his belongings
books n cassettes…some cds
finds his stash of primo weedo
some ultra precocious college kid had laid on him
last night in santa rubella….
he turns up david neil
“yeah…….like a lover i never had…
no …maybe…when all our love turned bad….”
the echo slide took over merging into the sad strings
the cod-female voices rising in weird unisons
kilbey dropped the tob wrapper
n mimed the guitar solo in the full length mirror
turquoise jacket
turquoise boots
tight black jeans gone baggy round the knees n bum
a black velvet shirt with a frayed collar
some white thing was coming thru the collar n he liked it
bags under his eyes
he needed a shave n a years good knights sleeps
he needed a haircut and good waking up
david neil hit his falsetto crescendo
the huge 3/4 time chords descended
like bells tolling the death of a king
” and its just no good…any….more….”
the rain began outside
kilbey drifted off into a little reverie
a hundred years in the future
type ype type before a little white screen
hello out there…its kilbey here….
a pleasant fresh sea breeze blows in n birdies tweet
all the money ran out
and the ringing in the olde ears
cold feet in more ways than one
ex-ratbag on remand in the doldrums
one finger typist
up to the elbows in arms
impossibly tanned
the caucasian skin with golden little hairs
write about what you know says a voice
all i know is myself
a trillion words pour out thru that one finger
his wrist is sore
the hand feels weird
still he bangs on non
his struggles with…himself
his admiration for…himself
his memories of….himself
i am everyman i am sings david neil
i am zeus sings apollo( as played by peter kopf)
i am the audience
i am the ambience
the real kilbey snaps out of his daydream
the phone rings
hello? kilbey says in a phlegmy whisper
steve …?
its noel “banga” pearson , the aussie tour manager
mate, we’re all waitin’ for ya in the car…..”
kilbey chucks his other black velvet shirt in a plastic bag
he grabs the towel out of the bathroom
turns off the light
steps out into a hushed corridor
that night the band played so well
they’d hit such heights…could things ever be the same again?
the answer was….yeah..they could be the same again
kilbey sat in a corner sipping some black label whiskey
red faced and sweaty and silent
as a parade of visitors appeared n faded
inside his ears n head the band roared on
the show was over
there was nothing left to see here
in his head
where the guitars still screamed n dived n kerranged
where the people still shrieked n whistled n stamped
where the silence rang on in stone
where a thousand heralds blew their shrill horns
and the whiskey tasted real bad
it always tasted real bad
it burnt yer throat but it warmed yer guts
it increased the fog
if you could get lost in the fog
you could leave all that noise behind

17 Responses to “101 days of kilbey”

  1. avatar
    pennybridge | 20 November 2008 at 9:41 pm #

    Thanks for sharing these fragments
    of your mosaic
    … and about that tinnitus muy diavolo
    Isn´t there anything that helps?


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    ticktockclarice | 20 November 2008 at 9:47 pm #

    Sigh, the lonely life of a Rock God…You should have a t-shirt made, “I rocked New Genoa and all i got was this fucking tinnitus” Am a bit interested in the toblerone bit. Were you a vegan then? Is toblerone allowed? thought that would have milk in it. Am still negotiating this vegetarian thing. I have a chronic sweet tooth and have sadly figured out I can no longer have lollies because they’re made of gelatine which is from cows’ hooves right? What do most of you vegos like to snack on besides fruit, nuts and seeds coz much as i like those things, i can foresee the time when boredom with those will cause me to offer my soul to Satan in exchange for a sour coke bottle. And please don’t mention carob because…Just. No.

  3. avatar
    John | 20 November 2008 at 10:04 pm #


    I once heard that gelatine came from pigs. Maybe I just don’t know anything.

    John Garratt

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    princey | 20 November 2008 at 10:28 pm #

    I’ve always liked your silent backstage style sk and missing it way too much too.
    luv amanda

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    the dean | 20 November 2008 at 10:45 pm #

    I recall you at the san miguel, packed house, you just stood there,
    looking disenchanted, we thought it was your act, music was good.
    in front of me a 120kg skinhead was doing the pogo to almost with you, landing on my foot until I pushed him, then I showed him my moves – the quick exit.

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    Hellbound Heart | 21 November 2008 at 12:38 am #

    the silence rang on in stone…god that’s good….
    love always…

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    eek | 21 November 2008 at 1:24 am #

    write about what you know says a voice
    all i know is myself
    a trillion words pour out thru that one finger

    And that’s just what you’ve been doing for three years on this blog.

    Congratulations on TTB’s three year anniversary today! It’s been a great run, and has developed into more than I think any of us could ever have imagined in the early days. A toast to the best blogs of the past three years and another toast to the even better blogs yet to come!

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    andmoreagain | 21 November 2008 at 2:24 am #

    Man, I like these memories. You should write a book. My Life as a Cult Space Rock Star or something spicy like that. I read New York Rocker by the bass player of Blondie (pre-hits even) and it was a good read I bet people who couldn’t give a toss about the Church would dig yer stories.

  9. avatar
    Brien Comerford | 21 November 2008 at 4:27 am #

    Amazon.Com verifies the intense love and magnitude of Steve Kilbey fanatics.

    You want Dabble

    It’s only $202 American dollars including postage.

    Thank God that most of us(I Hope) have that one of a kind musical jewel.

  10. avatar
    lily was here | 21 November 2008 at 6:23 am #

    There’s such a thing as bad whiskey?

    ps you could write a country song for some of your blogs Killa. Its weird how we used to imagine you rockstars livin’ the good life while we caught the last train home in the rain from gigs.

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    lily was here | 21 November 2008 at 6:27 am #

    ps wow that time went so fast. Congratulations on the TTB anniversary. 3 years means leather

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    melissa | 21 November 2008 at 11:22 am #

    wow, I’ve missed TTB!!! Been havin’ too much fun travelling ’round the countryside 🙂 I’ve got LOTS of reading to do, and I’m sure it’ll be wonderful 🙂

    Congrat’s on your 3 years! Very happy to report that I’ve just purchased my Painkiller ticket for the show in Sydney … simply can’t wait!


    ps kat, there’s a postcard in the mail 🙂

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    matthew | 21 November 2008 at 2:27 pm #

    Hahahaha the dean – that was really funny!

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    matthew | 21 November 2008 at 2:34 pm #

    PS, SK… SK, PS… (you can sing it to Lennon’s “Hold On”) – I must visit Baines Place this weekend! Think I’ll refrain from wearing my shortie pyjamas though.

  15. avatar
    veleska1970 | 21 November 2008 at 6:15 pm #

    thanks for this.

    lotza love…..

  16. avatar
    steve kilbey | 21 November 2008 at 7:20 pm #

    only 15 comments….sheeesh!

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    Michael K. Warren | 21 November 2008 at 7:23 pm #

    “where the silence rang on in stone”

    Something about stone imagery in writing that I love. Makes me think of a passage from the novel PILGERMANN by Russell Hoban (I’m sorry but I think I mentioned he and his book some time ago in a response):

    “I don’t know what I am now. A whispering out of the dust. Dried blood on a sword and the sword has crumbled into rust and the wind has blown the rust away but still I am, still I am of the world, still I have something to say, how could it be otherwise, nothing comes to an end, the action never stops, it only changes, the ringing of the steel is sung in the stillness of the stone.”

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