short treatise on ambient music:part 1

ambient musicthe term first used around 75 by brian enobrian eno is to ambient musicwhat the beatles were to rockthe prime mover something just happened that you wont believebut here it ismy skin still goosebumpedmy eyes still filled with weird tearsmy ipod was on shufflei had been listening to biosphereit was good to write about ambience tothen pugwash came on bright and chirpyi jumped upmy head full of thoughts of brian enoi thought “on land” surely enos most amazing ambient worki will listen to that as i type type typei picked up the pod off the i boxand fiendssits giving me the creeps to think of itas i touched the podthe screen changedit had jumped off shuffle and pugwashand it was playingyes you guessedon land by brian enocan someone please explain what i am to understand from that?i swear on my life this is all true anywayas it happens there was no real ambient music before 1975and before brian enonothing i had ever heard (of)apparently eno was in hospitalthis is during his transition from strange glam starto intellectual experimenterhe had a collapsed lungsomeone brought him a stereo to listen toit was a rainy daythere was a busy street outsideone speaker didnt seem to workand when enos visitor lefthe realised the music was too lowand he couldnt get up to change the volumewhy the music was at the same level as the rain and the wet streets and carsinitially frustratedit dawned on himthe beauty of this barely audible classical pieceamidst the natural soundssoothing non intrusiveit did not demand a reactionyou could take it or leave itthe surrounding sounds inter reacted with the musicenos genius was to hear the infinite possibilities impliedi had been interested in eno ever since he first came to my attentionroxy musics 1st album i got it in […]

ambient music
the term first used around 75 by brian eno
brian eno is to ambient music
what the beatles were to rock
the prime mover

something just happened that you wont believe
but here it is
my skin still goosebumped
my eyes still filled with weird tears
my ipod was on shuffle
i had been listening to biosphere
it was good to write about ambience to
then pugwash came on bright and chirpy
i jumped up
my head full of thoughts of brian eno
i thought “on land”
surely enos most amazing ambient work
i will listen to that as i type type type
i picked up the pod off the i box
and fiendss
its giving me the creeps to think of it
as i touched the pod
the screen changed
it had jumped off shuffle and pugwash
and it was playing
yes you guessed
on land by brian eno
can someone please explain
what i am to understand from that?
i swear on my life this is all true

anyway
as it happens
there was no real ambient music before 1975
and before brian eno
nothing i had ever heard (of)
apparently eno was in hospital
this is during his transition from strange glam star
to intellectual experimenter
he had a collapsed lung
someone brought him a stereo to listen to
it was a rainy day
there was a busy street outside
one speaker didnt seem to work
and when enos visitor left
he realised the music was too low
and he couldnt get up to change the volume
why the music was at the same level
as the rain and the wet streets and cars
initially frustrated
it dawned on him
the beauty of this barely audible classical piece
amidst the natural sounds
soothing non intrusive
it did not demand a reaction
you could take it or leave it
the surrounding sounds inter reacted with the music
enos genius was to hear the infinite possibilities implied
i had been interested in eno ever since he first came to my attention
roxy musics 1st album
i got it in 73 it may have been released earlier
actually the synth stuff he does is quite funny
obviously and proudly a non musician
eno brings an attitude
of course he was a non musician back then
these days im sure hes quite accomplished
even though he may not care to admit it
nevertheless some of its awful
some of it brilliant
he also began treating guitars
i had never before heard of anyone “treating” an instrument
at the time i had no idea what was involved
but i began to feel a new kind of thinking
had entered rock
2nd album more of the same
+ a very silly get up with peacock feathers and make up
he was not looking like the father of ambience
guess what
bryan ferry kicked him out
i guess he was tired of eno getting all the attention
or he wasnt interested in john cage and music concrete
you can imagine their disagreements
before ferry finally asked him to leave
both very polite and well spoken
lots of subtle nastiness and intellectual kidney punches
eno made a solo album
here come the warm jets
the title presumably referring to the playing card
on the cover
in which at least a hundred years ago
a gentleman is standing behind a lady
lifting her skirts
and watching her
as she squats and pees in some bleak landscape
very odd you must admit
anyway it was a pretty good album
some ambience was hinted at
but it was mostly twisted songs
phil manzanera playing some great guitar
enos goofy voice and his sharp bizarre lyrics
mixing pop cliche daydream and jargon
but it was still a rock record in the end
taking tiger mountain by strategy
enos 2nd album was a little weirder
he had his systems going here
his systems of writing and recording
eventually mutating into a box of cards
briefly available then re released recently
in which a random principle could be introduced
into the processes of creating music
this box of cards was called oblique strategies
i have seen them though i have never used them
i never really like ttmbs that much myself
i admired the methods but didnt care for the result
enos 3rd album however
is where ambient music seems to be slowly incubating
on this album are short instrumental tracks
strongly hinting at what was to come
when eno would finally abandon the song format
in the movie
dogs in space
it is shown as the album
that people wanted to borrow
when they wanted a seductive soundtrack to their hanky panky
yet this music is rarely erotic
and perhaps it was played to lull young nervous women
into a false calm
eno here
becomes eno
becomes himself
music that floats
music that truly drifts in clouds of sad strings
music that glimmers like gold in a stream
a new music
a new aesthetic
calm
serene
never pompous though
naive if anything
a new feeling
the songs were still quirky and poppy
but this was a man
to whom a whole new universe was unfolding
the next record was his last with songs or vocals
for a while
now i dont correctly know the sequence of things here
but all around this time
eno did this:
* made 2 albums of treated guitar with robert fripp
consisting of long droning notes looped and fed through synths
you can hear the church with this effect on dead mans dream solo
wherein marty is playing his guitar fed into a vintage synthesiser
and the filters on the synth
attackdecaysustainrelease etc
being twiddled with
no pussyfooting
the 1st album
by these 2 shy geniuses
a rude title no doubt referring to legendary groupie fest
the 2 had once been involved in in new york
this was roxy days i guess
the bands had toured together
king crimson and roxy
but
its the 2nd album
evening star
another type of ambience
music not intended to be your primary source of focus
you werent sposed to play this loud
however if you listened
such metallic beauty
not heavy metallic
but thin strips of gold and silver leaf
resonating in mineral voices
chords drown and gently mutate
distant storms only just heard
its beautiful beautiful stuff
yes you could do yoga or have sex to it
or both at the same time if youre a tantric casanova
it was not atonal or slightly dissonant in places
like no pussyfooting
it was sweet
*produced ultravoxs 1st album
containing eno/foxx composition
my sex
absolutely essential stuff
the words the music
eno sculpts a futurist city
for foxx to populate
with his dis-associated characters
who wander thru life
in wonder
but serene
“pieced from the tick of time
and geared for…synchromesh”
and that is as good as it gets on pop records
*worked with german duo cluster
made 2 interesting records with them
important to note the influence eno has
on all he worked with
* made recordings with new york band
television
before they made marquee moon
it never worked out
and the bootleg will attest to that
i guess verlaine couldnt give eno
any room to move
and that was the end of that
*toured the uk with pub rock band the winkies backing him
* worked with portsmouth sinfonia
which are amateur classical players butchering the greats
funny idea
excruciating listening
*appeared on genesis lamb lies down on broadway
if you want to clearly something eno was involved in
listen to silent sorrow in empty boats which has the trademark
eno backgrounds; floating vanishing gently changing
eno is credited on sleeve notes
eno as eno
and that is some justification
of the truly unique sound that he alone had
*he co produced the end by nico with john cale
an amazing album not for the lover of light fizz
*he made a live album with cale, nico and kevin ayers
but soon
he was to make
the worlds
very first
ambient record
discreet music

tomorrow
part 2

post #777

uh ohthat g word is loose on my pageraw power blasts on the i-boxand scarlet defaces a 2006 vegan calendarthe weather is grey and drearynagging doubt still hanging aboutyesand there last night on the comment pagea link to a website that rates the level of intelligencerequired to read any bloggesso of course i put my blogges stevekilbey.blogspot.comit says geniusandi got the e-certificate to prove itif you scroll around a biton this very pageyou will find it(thanks to jolly hordern for techsupport)GENIUSoh dearim afraid thats one of those words that sets me offall over the placegeniusthey told me at high school i had the iq of a geniusand wondered why i was doing so averagelyi grew up believing john lennon n bobby dylan were geniusesand albert einsteinisaac newtonpicassoda vincivan go gonot a term dished out lightlynot many across the board genii neither like leonardo wasyou know einstein figured out e = aura2but could he paint to save his life?what scientific advance has dylan ever made?can you be a genius at a very specific thingor is it an all round accomplishment?for examplecould onebe a genius blogger but quite ordinary everywhere else?if youre ingenious are you in, genius?can a genius lack ingenuity?and what the hell does it mean that e-certificatethat my readers are required to be geniusesin orderto understand my blogges?immediately suspiciousi typed insailsofoblivion.blogspot.comi suspected that the criteria for my genius ratingmust be due to having a large and colourful vocabularyand i thought that in that casesam sejavka will be an interesting test bloghe uses all kinds of arcane and strange words after allit wouldnt be sam without itthe answer comes backhigh schoolhes awarded a high school e-certificateindicatingthat is the ability required to read his blog (?)(which i would dispute by the way)does anybody out there know how they would calibrate such things?the […]

uh oh
that g word is loose on my page
raw power blasts on the i-box
and scarlet defaces a 2006 vegan calendar
the weather is grey and dreary
nagging doubt still hanging about
yes
and there last night on the comment page
a link to a website that rates the level of intelligence
required to read any blogges
so of course i put my blogges stevekilbey.blogspot.com
it says genius
and
i got the e-certificate to prove it
if you scroll around a bit
on this very page
you will find it
(thanks to jolly hordern for techsupport)
GENIUS
oh dear
im afraid thats one of those words that sets me off
all over the place
genius
they told me at high school i had the iq of a genius
and wondered why i was doing so averagely
i grew up believing john lennon n bobby dylan were geniuses
and albert einstein
isaac newton
picasso
da vinci
van go go
not a term dished out lightly
not many across the board genii neither like leonardo was
you know
einstein figured out e = aura2
but could he paint to save his life?
what scientific advance has dylan ever made?
can you be a genius at a very specific thing
or is it an all round accomplishment?
for example
could one
be a genius blogger but quite ordinary everywhere else?
if youre ingenious are you in, genius?
can a genius lack ingenuity?
and what the hell does it mean that e-certificate
that my readers are required to be geniuses
in order
to understand my blogges?
immediately suspicious
i typed in
sailsofoblivion.blogspot.com
i suspected that the criteria for my genius rating
must be due to having a large and colourful vocabulary
and i thought that in that case
sam sejavka will be an interesting test blog
he uses all kinds of arcane and strange words after all
it wouldnt be sam without it
the answer comes back
high school
hes awarded a high school e-certificate
indicating
that is the ability required to read his blog (?)
(which i would dispute by the way)
does anybody out there know how they would calibrate such things?
the program must be looking for certain word combinations
or is some mysterious panel reading and rating somewhere
housewives at home reading and rating blogs for extra bickies
i would love to know
and as a compliment to you
my dearest readers
my backbone and my support in my declining years
you reader
who doth verily understand these words
i labour over each day
a labour of love
i can assure you
as a wonderful vindication of your intellectual prowess
you
you sir
and
you madam
are assessed as a genius
(as hard as it may be for some of you to believe….)
isnt that nice?
you read my blogge cos you liked that song i wrote
4 million years ago when we were all babes in the would
and now
some distant hand declares you genius
sort of…
did you ever suspect how clever you were to understand my jive
do you really understand
or are you here out of loyalty
or looking for ideas
cos the being throws away brilliant ideas
like others throw away the shells of pistachio nuts
beware if you steal my idea
i’ll hunt you down with my team of lawyers
working for me round the clock
examining things for traces of ttb intellectual copywrite
right?
anyway
i can now fully let my own disputed genius loose more and more
i have reined it in in the past
for fear of appearing too highbrow
too esoteric, derek
and so
but
from now on
expect more online genius than before
each blogge will contain one new scientific proof
plus essays on mathematics history and amazing facts
youd be stupid not to be a genius these days
ttb is
now you can join this exclusive club
and guess what genius
its cool to donate
especially if you are a genius
ok

being human

my glasses have brokenand these cheapies are killing meinstant headachewith my big head thats a doozie of a whoppersupersize that headacheadd neuralgia and restlessness and angersuddenly my printer dont printi explode in useless laughable frustration a ninny having a temper tantrumhow tedioushow bored i am with myselfhow confused i get taking this wearisome meat thing on againjust like any old 2 sidesdiametrically opposedhurling insultsright?the carns and the vegsexcept thatwhile it goes on and onmillions of sentient creatures are being killedmmmsentientable to feel and perceive thingsyes yesthats mei can perceive and feel thingsi know thatcos i hate pain and i can feel thati hate grief and ive felt thati fear an untimely death and i feel it alwaysi must be feelingthat i can perceive at least somethingits self evidentim human, arent i?yes i amand i know humansi know humans must feel pain and grief and fearbecause i do myselfand i know another thing about humanseven though pain and grief and fearare the very worst thingshumans will inflict them on other humansof course we doeven though we dread these things ourselveswe have inflicted them on others since time immemorialhow do we do it i wonder?then i see into myselfi see an inherent willingnessto accept tragedy more easilyif its not in my country or neighbourhoodif its not happening to my peoplethe ones who look and talk like meif its not happening to my friends and familyor people who live like methats why a terrible train crash in england or the u.swill get more coverage than if its in india or africa or asiaits us and them reallythe young vs the oldmen vs womenallies vs axisrome vs carthagewhateverand each sidea rationale of dehumanizing the otherso you can do whatever it takes to vanquish emyou tell yourself :they dont feel it like i dobut they […]

my glasses have broken
and these cheapies are killing me
instant headache
with my big head thats a doozie of a whopper
supersize that headache
add neuralgia and restlessness and anger
suddenly my printer dont print
i explode in useless laughable frustration
a ninny having a temper tantrum
how tedious
how bored i am with myself
how confused i get taking this wearisome meat thing on again
just like any old 2 sides
diametrically opposed
hurling insults
right?
the carns and the vegs
except that
while it goes on and on
millions of sentient creatures are being killed
mmm
sentient
able to feel and perceive things
yes yes
thats me
i can perceive and feel things
i know that
cos i hate pain and i can feel that
i hate grief and ive felt that
i fear an untimely death and i feel it always
i must be feeling
that i can perceive at least something
its self evident
im human, arent i?
yes i am
and i know humans
i know humans must feel pain and grief and fear
because i do myself
and i know another thing about humans
even though pain and grief and fear
are the very worst things
humans will inflict them on other humans
of course we do
even though we dread these things ourselves
we have inflicted them on others since time immemorial
how do we do it i wonder?
then i see into myself
i see an inherent willingness
to accept tragedy more easily
if its not in my country or neighbourhood
if its not happening to my people
the ones who look and talk like me
if its not happening to my friends and family
or people who live like me
thats why a terrible train crash in england or the u.s
will get more coverage than if its in india or africa or asia
its us and them really
the young vs the old
men vs women
allies vs axis
rome vs carthage
whatever
and each side
a rationale of dehumanizing the other
so you can do whatever it takes to vanquish em
you tell yourself :
they dont feel it like i do
but they do
maybe you just turn off :
ok i know they feel it but i dont care
or you lie to yourself a terrible lie :
it doesnt matter if they feel it.
funny after all the wars are over
we find out the enemies did feel it after all
just like us
yes they were heartbroken when their cities destroyed
yes they wept for their dead
yes they were glad it was over
we become friends
form an alliance perhaps
against new enemies
whom we can dehumanise
until we vanquish or are vanquished ourselves
that is history
people go around the world clobbering each other
not do as you would be done by
the golden rule
numero uno
before you do anything else boyo
on this planet
here is your number one instruction
do as you would be done by
surely all laws extant can be boiled down
to this one common sense axiom
and just imagine
a world where people always stopped and considered
how would i like it if someone did this to me
ok
another thing
we have been handed a very human presumption
by our parents in their ignorance
and their parents before them
and so on
us in the west i mean
i exclude hindus jains and many buddhists from this
we are given to believe
that the golden rule may be disregarded
if we are talking enemies or animals
and furthermore
animals dont count
except our doggies and cats
all else is here to be used however we see fit
whatever…its ok…its an animal
it doesnt feel it
in the sense “we” do
but i say that is a lie
i say that is a rationale justifying torture and murder
the sort of thing you wouldnt want yourself
being as that may be
it was perhaps easy to understand
hunters in various times and places
having to from necessity
perhaps
killing and eating individual animals
however
we are no longer talking about that
we are talking on an incredible scale
millions and billions
and not
walking through the woods until hunted
but an entire life
denied any of the basic things
a creature
any creature
might expect from a universe
from a world that hadnt gone totally crazy
from a time when maybe a little bit of justice prevailed
a creature might expect
to be allowed to remain with its mother
not to be mutilated or murdered
not to be separated from others of its kind
not to be denied freedom for its whole life
not to have its offspring torn away
not to be branded or broken
you get the picture
i would want all these things
i am a creature
i expect other creatures feel like me
i see mothers go to any length for their offspring
yes they do
human mothers
lioness mothers
kangaroo mothers
no less
cows
sheep
pigs
i see no reason to suspect that they dont feel it
in their own way
its not my way
but then
no body feels it the same way exactly
not even identical twins
people tell you fish dont feel the hook
thats bullshit
people think animals dont have feelings
thats bullshit too
people tell you even if they do have feelings it doesnt matter
more bullshit
just like war is fucking bullshit
bullshit we have been conditioned to accept
would you like to be killed in a war or a slaughterhouse?
would you like it for your friends and family?
if you answered no to those questions
yet you eat meat or advocate war
then you are fucking with the golden rule
and you are attributing other creatures
less right to live than you
is a human life more important than a cow?
only to a human
if you could ask a cow i doubt it would agree
of course everything wants to save its own skin
i dont know
to me
it takes a big pair of balls
to think it all through
and still say
fuck justice
fuck the planet
fuck karma
fuck all the other creatures
fuck my heart and my conscience
fuck the golden rule
fuck steve kilbey and his preaching self righteous rant
i eat meat cos i like it
i aint gonna stop
not only that
i will antagonise criticise and ridicule
anyone whos got the gall to speak out
slaughterhouses?
fine
as long as their outta my sight
and i can just buy my frozen gizzards and rumps
or get my meat lovers pizza with lamb balls
who cares?
OR
i would be a veg but
(choose a convenient rationale)
* steve kilbeys falcon is worse
* i need b12 (someone said)
* sam neill said we’re sposed to eat meat
* im married to a meat eater
* my dad was a farmer
* im anaemic
* i need blood cos im a woman and we menstruate
* i need blood cos im a man and we”re redblooded
* i need meat cos im growing
* what about the tibetans who eat meat?
* what about the screaming carrots
* vegs are self righteous so i’ll go on eating it
* it tastes so good
* i was veg once but…um…
* what about the poor?
* what about the trees
* there wouldnt be any cows if we didnt eat them
* i only have white meat
* i am practically..just a bit now and then
* its un australian or un american
* im not gonna do what kilbey tells me to do
* what about being a junkie?

ok
thats it
go ahead
comment about your ham sammich
its really funny
no really
what a comedian
ha
great
see ya round
like a rissole

advice?

seriously looking for some advicei have a pixma mp170/mp150 printerconnected to my ibook g4i changed the cartridges just nowas i have done many times beforeyes they are the right cartridgesbut when i try to printi get error in printing message on screenany advice gratefully acceptedkilla

seriously looking for some advice
i have a pixma mp170/mp150 printer
connected to my ibook g4
i changed the cartridges just now
as i have done many times before
yes they are the right cartridges
but when i try to print
i get error in printing message on screen
any advice gratefully accepted
killa

lowboy

afternoon hangs off him like a coatthe birds out there in the windwind blows from the antarctic sea rain drizzles and spurtsdreary days dragged across greyidiots niggle niggle away at his mindsuggestions….who asked for suggestions?change your photochange your dietchange your beliefhere he wastransmitting trying to find out….something..and the nitpicking nitwits poked around in puddlessometimes it seems its the same little twitall my life following me hounding mechasing me through my dreamsbitching listlessly and whining thru the wireremember when i wrote about the warsaidmaybe this war wasnt a good ideaoh nosome screamedi was naivei didnt understand killing for peacestick to writing popsongs they saidoh boy geemy oh mywell um…..and to thinkthen panel of experts in oxford sayexactly what i saidthis war is achieving the exact opposite of what its sposed to dobut it didnt take an expert to see itjust the barest common or garden senselike feeding sheeps guts to cows…how clever did ya have to be to see that one fuck up?but theyre surprised when mad cows disease comes alongno more forests should be cut down nowhereno more whales culled for any reasonhow is that so hard to see?almost all unbiased evidence saysmeat is murderandfurthermoremeat is murdering youjust like those hindus said so long agoand then albert einsteina fool like mewho was a veg and believed in a godhe saidall actions have an equal and opposite reactionieviolence begets violenceyou become what you hateyou are what you eateat a pig, become a pigits that simpleuntil the war is wonwe must hurl our constant outrageagainst cruel ruinous business of meat n waryou dontunfortunately just say it the oncethe world has changedthe world will continue to changechange means overturning old brutal wayspeople dont wanna give up their meatand some of em scream and get real madbut they didnt wanna give up their crucifixionsor […]

afternoon hangs off him like a coat
the birds out there in the wind
wind blows from the antarctic sea
rain drizzles and spurts
dreary days dragged across grey
idiots niggle niggle away at his mind
suggestions….who asked for suggestions?
change your photo
change your diet
change your belief
here he was
transmitting
trying to find out….something..
and the nitpicking nitwits poked around in puddles
sometimes it seems its the same little twit
all my life following me hounding me
chasing me through my dreams
bitching listlessly and whining thru the wire
remember when i wrote about the war
said
maybe this war wasnt a good idea
oh no
some screamed
i was naive
i didnt understand killing for peace
stick to writing popsongs they said
oh boy gee
my oh my
well um…..
and to think
then panel of experts in oxford say
exactly what i said
this war is achieving the exact opposite of what its sposed to do
but it didnt take an expert to see it
just the barest common or garden sense
like feeding sheeps guts to cows…
how clever did ya have to be to see that one fuck up?
but theyre surprised when mad cows disease comes along
no more forests should be cut down nowhere
no more whales culled for any reason
how is that so hard to see?
almost all unbiased evidence says
meat is murder
and
furthermore
meat is murdering you
just like those hindus said so long ago
and then albert einstein
a fool like me
who was a veg and believed in a god
he said
all actions have an equal and opposite reaction
ie
violence begets violence
you become what you hate
you are what you eat
eat a pig, become a pig
its that simple
until the war is won
we must hurl our constant outrage
against cruel ruinous business of meat n war
you dont
unfortunately just say it the once
the world has changed
the world will continue to change
change means overturning old brutal ways
people dont wanna give up their meat
and some of em scream and get real mad
but they didnt wanna give up their crucifixions
or their human sacrifice
or their holocausts
or their slaves
or their gladiators fighting it out
or any of the other rotten stuff from the past
change will come
the planet cannot much longer bear the cost of it
the sheer immensity of the problem
is bringing us undone
what am i trying to say?
do what you can
thats all
and become yourself
whatever that means

(&)

for anyone just tuning in herelet me bring you up to speedi was born in 1954 welwyn garden city englandat the age of 3 we migrated to australiamy father leslie was a photographera mechanica piano playerquite a comedianan ex-marine who fought in ww2my mother joyceyoung and very englishpretty but quite strictinterested in literatureboth my parents working classwe live in daptoa little town on the outskirts of wollongongmy father does well in australiahes a very matey blokey blokeand the aussies love his comedic schticki go to dapto infants and primary schoolwhere i usually become the naughtiest most outspoken childi get entered into a poetry eisteddfod but i do badlyi get in lots of fightssome i winsome i losei am constantly in love with various girlsmy mother reads me alice in wonderlandthe beatles 1st come to my attention in 1963i learn to swim at 8 teaching myself after having failed at lessonsin 1964 we move to shepparton vic for one yeari was number 1 in the class at almost everythingpop music suddenly became important to mebeatles songs were soaking in via the radiomy father bought please please me their first albumrussell and i would mime to relatives strumming badminton racquetsyoure my world and anyone who had a heart by cilla black blew my mindmusic was beginning to take hold of mei fooled around with a piano but i was hopelessi lacked my fathers natural abilityor i questioned it too much with my insistent mindso that it could not then function as it does nowat the end of 1964 we move to canberrawe live in brick house behind which is a parkcanberra almost treeless and still very newhot and dry and in the middle of nowhereartificial lake and far from the lovely seai start lyneham primary school in 1965my teacher really hates me […]

for anyone just tuning in here
let me bring you up to speed
i was born in 1954 welwyn garden city england
at the age of 3 we migrated to australia
my father leslie was a photographer
a mechanic
a piano player
quite a comedian
an ex-marine who fought in ww2
my mother joyce
young and very english
pretty but quite strict
interested in literature
both my parents working class
we live in dapto
a little town on the outskirts of wollongong
my father does well in australia
hes a very matey blokey bloke
and the aussies love his comedic schtick
i go to dapto infants and primary school
where i usually become the naughtiest most outspoken child
i get entered into a poetry eisteddfod but i do badly
i get in lots of fights
some i win
some i lose
i am constantly in love with various girls
my mother reads me alice in wonderland
the beatles 1st come to my attention in 1963
i learn to swim at 8 teaching myself after having failed at lessons
in 1964 we move to shepparton vic for one year
i was number 1 in the class at almost everything
pop music suddenly became important to me
beatles songs were soaking in via the radio
my father bought please please me their first album
russell and i would mime to relatives strumming badminton racquets
youre my world and anyone who had a heart by cilla black
blew my mind
music was beginning to take hold of me
i fooled around with a piano but i was hopeless
i lacked my fathers natural ability
or i questioned it too much with my insistent mind
so that it could not then function as it does now
at the end of 1964 we move to canberra
we live in brick house behind which is a park
canberra almost treeless and still very new
hot and dry and in the middle of nowhere
artificial lake and far from the lovely sea
i start lyneham primary school in 1965
my teacher really hates me as i am an impertinent brat
i get the cane quite often
i get into trouble with the police when some other boys
send a girl a “rude” letter signed in my name
i get into trouble again for burning down the park behind us
playing with matches with another boy
my mother made me have a bath and i went to bed early
i attended a school dance and the concept of fashion
intruded upon my thoughts
i realised that from then on in i should be “with it”
i still got in lots of fights
but something about it literally nauseated me
and i started avoiding them
the rolling stones and bob dylan appeared in my life
i attended an all ages rock concert at the albert hall in canberra
mpd ltd
the easybeats
bobby and laurie
normie rowe and the playboys
i took it all in deep
i immediately began to analyze and dissect in my mind
the screaming girls around the 11 year old me
their nascent sexual frenzy
the unbelievably loud pounding drums
bobby and laurie had a song where everybody stomped their foot in time
the power of this shocked me
the whole spectacle…what did it all mean exactly?
i started drawing rock bands in my schoolbooks
i fell in n out of love with various girls
i watched rock shows on the tv
i started buying my own records
the easybeats
simon and garfunkel
the stones
ray brown and the whispers
in 1967 i went to lyneham high
flower power exploded
psychedelic rock appeared and made a lasting impression
i got into fights but usually lost
the violence had more serious consequences now
i was an average student
i was often cruel to bugs and ants etc
i was reading playboys
i was interested in myth magic music
i was disinterested in sport maths science
i played cards a lot
i was still obliviously eating meat without question
i played squash
i grew up in many ways
i remained a child in many others
i was attracted to young female teachers
sometimes becoming friends with some of them
i got the cane regularly for stupid things
like carving bands names into desks etc
i loved attending the school dances
and can still feel that excitement
of walking in and seeing everyone dolled up n grooving
i watched the bands and i wanted to do that
i felt the bass guitar pulse in my stomach
and i decided that that would be it
after several false starts
my father bought me a violin bass for 80 dollars
he rigged me up an amp out of an old school pa
despite a massive wave of scepticism from all quarters
i persevered beyond their expectations and mine
it was hard slow going teaching myself bass
but at the end of a couple of years i could do it
discover marc bolan
i had a real girlfriend at 16
she would inexplicably break it off with me
and i wouldnt hear or see her for six months or a year
then she would phone up and we’d be back on
i joined a band called saga who played loads of songs
we did parties football clubs etc
i earned quite good money playing with them
at high school i debate and i debate for the state
i debate against malcolm turnbull
who is billetted to stay at our house
im 18 with hair down to my arse
faded grey lee cords
a houndstooth flannelette shirt
and thongs
hes 18 in slacks and a sweater or whatever
my mother says when he leaves
he’ll be prime minister one day
i leave school with a mediocre result
i languish in bed for a while
before being accepted into the public service as a clerk
in the dept of primary industry
i immediately become a thorn in the side
of anyone who was trying to do any work
and i remain so after nearly six years in the p.s.
i wrote poetry
organized poker games
i snuck off to guses cafe and drank cappos
got kicked out of saga because of my bad attitude
formed a number of bands which evolved into baby grande
who were excrutiatingly awful due to my pathetic songs
and that the other guys didnt like me
i was by now a vegetarian and couldnt eat anywhere
my mother gave me egg and chips a lot
i moved out in 1975 and lived with guys in band
i met michele and moved in with her
my father died of a heart attack
baby grande actually procure contract with emi but get dropped
baby grande kick me out of my own band
to become a power trio
peter koppes had long since departed
everyone was always angry with me
but they all needed me
because none had any clue about writing songs
i bought a four track and overdubbed with myself for 4 years
went to london for a few months see many bands
after that i couldnt stand canberra and moved to sydney in 79
i silkscreened tshirts and sold em at paddington market saturday morning
increasingly smoking marijuana and trying cocaine and lsd for 1st time
writing some satisfying songs now
constantly at work writing
sydney impresses me
its big and dirty and sleazy and i can lose myself here
i start to make more friends than i ever had in canberra
start smoking marijuana on a constant daily level
take mushrooms and lsd regularly
meet peter k and form the church
church has its ups n downs
i have 5 daughters
and start writing this blogge
then…..

mish mash

clarity somewhereshining on thrumy heart tells me what to saymy mind now assiststhank you lord for yogaits dawning on mewhat you saywhat is it dawning on you?oh so hard to sayare there things that are unsayable?something elusivesomething lovely but vaguea warm rush of pleasurethe appearance of intuitionpower and ability focussesit occurs that one can do anythingreallybut you must invest your time and loveoh i know thats the part you dont wanna hearlove you say you can give but not timenothing that takes time time being you saywe need the shortest cutwe need the quickest rootwe need the time bypasswe need the fastest fixplease dont hurry it look you need a leap of faithgive yoga your time and faithput faith in yoga it will not let you downpractice going lightlymove like tiger on vaselinefeline agile and certainyoga will bring you up to speedyour deep heart will be heard amongst the brains thousand voicesyou are not your mindyes that needs to pass through your mindbut still i sayyou are not your mindyour mind is to be harnessedwatch it writhe at firstas it thrashes aroundbut eventually comes stillnessthe yokeyou are yoking that mind of yours to a great purposeeven if no one really understands this purposeor its full importor even a glimmer of what it isyoga is not the only paththere are othersall demanding muchthere is no easy way ininto what you sayin where?alignment getting in tunebecoming yourselfyou are like a machinethat can do a hundred thingsbut you know only know how to do 3 or 4you use a tiny percentage of your potentialyou have a mansion but you live in the hallwaythere are many types of yogathe physical asanas are just a partyoga is letting the universe work for yougoing with the flowchangingmaking your life a work in progressimproving extendinggoing softermore subtlemore […]

clarity somewhere
shining on thru
my heart tells me what to say
my mind now assists
thank you lord for yoga
its dawning on me
what you say
what is it dawning on you?
oh so hard to say
are there things that are unsayable?
something elusive
something lovely but vague
a warm rush of pleasure
the appearance of intuition
power and ability focusses
it occurs that one can do anything
really
but you must invest your time and love
oh i know thats the part you dont wanna hear
love you say you can give but not time
nothing that takes time time being you say
we need the shortest cut
we need the quickest root
we need the time bypass
we need the fastest fix
please dont hurry it
look you need a leap of faith
give yoga your time and faith
put faith in yoga it will not let you down
practice going lightly
move like tiger on vaseline
feline agile and certain
yoga will bring you up to speed
your deep heart will be heard amongst the brains thousand voices
you are not your mind
yes that needs to pass through your mind
but still i say
you are not your mind
your mind is to be harnessed
watch it writhe at first
as it thrashes around
but eventually comes stillness
the yoke
you are yoking that mind of yours to a great purpose
even if no one really understands this purpose
or its full import
or even a glimmer of what it is
yoga is not the only path
there are others
all demanding much
there is no easy way in
into what you say
in where?
alignment
getting in tune
becoming yourself
you are like a machine
that can do a hundred things
but you know only know how to do 3 or 4
you use a tiny percentage of your potential
you have a mansion but you live in the hallway
there are many types of yoga
the physical asanas are just a part
yoga is letting the universe work for you
going with the flow
changing
making your life a work in progress
improving
extending
going softer
more subtle
more atuned
more surfing the ebb and flow of opportunity
more being in the groove
being able to spot potential a mile off
sexual prowess yes if you want it
calmer mind if you need it
stamina and ability to deliver
if only if only
i had been doing yoga all those years
i might have truly amazed you
after almost 5 solid years though
the transformation is underway
intuitively incorporating swimming
for its gentle exercise
for its regulation of breath
for its discipline
for its cold sea water everyday
for its energising qualities always manifested
these 2 things alone operating on me
agents of change
by the age sixty
i will just be starting
my limbs will be limber
my sinews and muscles aligned
my blood pressure low as it is now
my heart beating slowly as it is now
my mind working (for me) nimbly
my compassion developing
i want whatever it is yoga can
and is
giving me so bad
it is a human potentiator
what do you want from life?
yoga could give it to you
thats why im out on the balcony 90 mins every day
im easing into it
the postures i once hated
now feel like old friends
my body and my soul thank me for every pose
i breathe into poses
i let go the tension and pain that inhibits me
blood is pumped through organs
the glands are bathed in blood too
every thing is massaged and soothed
you gain height as your bones move back apart
as the muscles release in your back and legs
i look at the trees and flowers
i look at the sky and clouds
sometimes i see right through them
realities dissolve
principles of art occur to me
pieces of philosophy i suddenly grasp
or mysteries from my own life solved
or i gaze into the intangible
which really has no description
afterwards
i feel like calmly elated
this may take some time
this may happen only occaisionally at first
meditation will compound yogas effects
the 2 go hand in hand
one will deepen the other
if you want the sublimest thing
yoga can give it
like doing a degree at university or an apprenticeship
or learning an instrument or a language
nothing happens at once
you will need continuous yoga
to flush the gossip
the envy
the television
the fear
the pressure
the insults
the humiliations dished out n received
the heavy weight of the world
the electric pollution
the sonic pollution
the terrible things you have eaten
the awful drugs or drink you had
but if you persevere
and yoga will even give you the will to persevere
then slowly but surely you will improve
youll still get old and die
but youll feel a lot better getting there
you may become interested in matters cosmic
you may develop other senses
or just feel better
give it a try
its ttb recommended

speed limited

last night i played memory motel by the stonesat a private birthday party in a big house east subsit was for someones 40th birthdayit was their favourite songi was paid wellplus something extra nicei felt i won them overseveral quite olde ladiescame up and saidi wished you played longer lovei coulda listened to ya foreverwe got an early nightnext day today(strangely enough)i play a gig at tamarama beacha violent thunderstormwith bolts of lightning illuminating the whole skytorrential rain reigning o’er meolde dirty sydney swept cleenbrightened upoh every thing so green and sparklyat tamarama beachwhich is a beautiful and delightful spotnext to the little kiosk/cafewas a tent containingbrendan g on slidebernie h on guitarjonny z on basshamish on drumspeter od on guitarwe played a fantastic version of providenceit was live to air on the abc gee it was a nice version thoughjonny z….oh what a tricky bass playerthis guy is a 9 n a halfand thats why im a 7anyway i was very pleased with itthen me n fambley drive to petershamwe find the waywe get detouredwe scramble for a parkits bigger than vegan day apparentlyinside i walk thru crowd and stallsi find a backstage roomi tune upim playing the guitar to myself in the mirrorrunning a very critical eye over the timed beinghmmmwell i am 53 i supposeanywaythere i am like narcissuswatching my vain self in reflectionwhen one of the organisers walks ina bemused smileas i turn around and see her watching mesilentlyhuh showbiz types she thinksi go onim goodyeahive said itunder the most trying of conditionsin a town hall packed with people buying vegan productsand talking eating laughing with bright horrible lightswith no fold backie i couldnt hear the guitar at allyeti got throughthank you yogathank you indiathank you swimming lapsthank you qi gongthank you meddi-tationi now have a […]

last night i played memory motel by the stones
at a private birthday party in a big house east subs
it was for someones 40th birthday
it was their favourite song
i was paid well
plus something extra nice
i felt i won them over
several quite olde ladies
came up and said
i wished you played longer love
i coulda listened to ya forever
we got an early night
next day today
(strangely enough)
i play a gig at tamarama beach
a violent thunderstorm
with bolts of lightning illuminating the whole sky
torrential rain reigning o’er me
olde dirty sydney swept cleen
brightened up
oh every thing so green and sparkly
at tamarama beach
which is a beautiful and delightful spot
next to the little kiosk/cafe
was a tent containing
brendan g on slide
bernie h on guitar
jonny z on bass
hamish on drums
peter od on guitar
we played a fantastic version of providence
it was live to air on the abc
gee it was a nice version though
jonny z….oh what a tricky bass player
this guy is a 9 n a half
and thats why im a 7
anyway i was very pleased with it
then me n fambley drive to petersham
we find the way
we get detoured
we scramble for a park
its bigger than vegan day apparently
inside i walk thru crowd and stalls
i find a backstage room
i tune up
im playing the guitar to myself in the mirror
running a very critical eye over the timed being
hmmm
well i am 53
i suppose
anyway
there i am like narcissus
watching my vain self in reflection
when one of the organisers walks in
a bemused smile
as i turn around and see her watching me
silently
huh showbiz types she thinks
i go on
im good
yeah
ive said it
under the most trying of conditions
in a town hall packed with people buying vegan products
and talking eating laughing
with bright horrible lights
with no fold back
ie i couldnt hear the guitar at all
yet
i got through
thank you yoga
thank you india
thank you swimming laps
thank you qi gong
thank you meddi-tation
i now have a deep spring inside me
to draw forth the wherewithal however i shall need it
this allows me
to talk to high school kids for 2 hours about songwriting
to play in tents in dusty windy fields with a fucked p a
to play at birfday parties
to play at wineries in 45 degree heat
to play in noisy town halls at noon
i am able to go the distance
halfway through i stopped
gave em the veg rant
which is
that being veg
will
*keep you healthier
*save the worlds meagre resources
*reduce needless suffering for countless sentient creatures
*reduce negative karma
*increase awareness of our interconnection
*towards a happier world
*towards spiritual realisations
*higher vibrations
*make you sexier
*make you slimmer
*make you look and feel younger
*live and let live
then i played some more
and i walked out into the sydney sunshine
quite pumped up on adrenaline
feeling restless and vaguely unfulfilled
on the trafficky journey home
came in to our cool dark bedroom
to have a little nap
and after 5 minutes
the doof doof started up
ripping me from my peaceful slumber
now im gonna take twillies n doodles to nielsens for a swim
ive deserved it
bye

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oh there are no accidentsor are there?this is all the truthand the truth is there may be liesmaybe liesthe truth is a bendable thingit can move and yet remain firmyou see when you can grasp a paradoxfirmly by its oppositesand it can sit in your mind no worrieswhen you say yes or no or perhapsno you say all threeabsolute whatwe are connected on countless levelswe only have but to call on our connectionsahbut who can see them all?what you intendyour intentions and intentcreator destroyer manipulaterbecome yourself right nowyou are so damn powerfulyou have every resource at your tingerfipsyou are not alone in a world of lonelinessyou are something wonderfulyou are contained within our dream like us alland the stars have spawned youelectric fleshgod given assopposable thumbsperception observing ourselveswe cant create worlds we create musicsucculent music voluptuous musici sang to youis that why you are here?you are right to think you know methough stranger i amyou know everybody you know everythinghuman being in your waterproof skinwith your brain firing firing firingwith your memories and your elusive thoughtswith your language to describe it allwith your immune system and your driving licensebecome yourself i say againdo what it is you want to doyour ancestors spoke with godshow mercy to the mercilessyour descendants must walk the unknowngrant wishes if they be in your powerperspectives must change with deathyou have misunderstood some informationyou have been filled with facts and figurinesyou have been fed cases unsolvabletake what you needgive it back to em in spadesdont hesitate to be lostyoull find more out that wayrail against laughable injusticesdisbelieve authority at least half the timeimitate christfor as long as you cani bet you cant make even 5 minuteseat cleanlyyou are what you eat how could that not be?dont turn back unless you are going the wrong waystand fast […]

oh there are no accidents
or are there?
this is all the truth
and the truth is there may be lies
maybe lies
the truth is a bendable thing
it can move and yet remain firm
you see when you can grasp a paradox
firmly by its opposites
and it can sit in your mind no worries
when you say yes or no or perhaps
no you say all three
absolute what
we are connected on countless levels
we only have but to call on our connections
ah
but who can see them all?
what you intend
your intentions and intent
creator destroyer manipulater
become yourself right now
you are so damn powerful
you have every resource at your tingerfips
you are not alone in a world of loneliness
you are something wonderful
you are contained within our dream like us all
and the stars have spawned you
electric flesh
god given ass
opposable thumbs
perception
observing ourselves
we cant create worlds we create music
succulent music voluptuous music
i sang to you
is that why you are here?
you are right to think you know me
though stranger i am
you know everybody you know everything
human being in your waterproof skin
with your brain firing firing firing
with your memories and your elusive thoughts
with your language to describe it all
with your immune system and your driving license
become yourself i say again
do what it is you want to do
your ancestors spoke with god
show mercy to the merciless
your descendants must walk the unknown
grant wishes if they be in your power
perspectives must change with death
you have misunderstood some information
you have been filled with facts and figurines
you have been fed cases unsolvable
take what you need
give it back to em in spades
dont hesitate to be lost
youll find more out that way
rail against laughable injustices
disbelieve authority at least half the time
imitate christ
for as long as you can
i bet you cant make even 5 minutes
eat cleanly
you are what you eat how could that not be?
dont turn back unless you are going the wrong way
stand fast and full stop
pray for your prey
take responsibility for your blood shed
honour the dead
revere the living
dont listen to me
if they offer you money take it
if they dont trust you
trust me, its alright
remember
as ttb says
continue to look for the marvellous in the mundane
demand quality and sometimes youll even get it
be patient like a tree
rely on your heart
tune out the chatter
exclude the bullshit
refrain from mindless thinking
go on
and extend yourself
and say to me
metaphysician, heal thyself!!

a fruit given willingly

olde gone killa drive his falcontalking at a music expotelling people bout the lyricsand the meaning of the musicbout the chords i stumbled ontostrumming in the sydney darknessin a terraced house just somewherein the humid daylight strumminghow i wrote unguarded momenthow i signed some stupid contracthow the teenie weenies mobbed mewhen we’re 13 with a bulletwhen we fell from charts like concretehow sometimes they never paid usand the kids in olde newcastledid they like the killers talkingwere they amazed by his insightsor just the philistine fiascopredicted by his hearts dull murmurdriving down the endless highwaysconnecting up these dirty citiesgot his cd player pumpinggot his head all full of musicand the people from the exposay maybe you come back tomorrowperhaps you have something to offerperhaps youre not a stoned olde hippyharbour bridge was very crowdedcrowded with the peak hour trafficlittle killer in the falconwhite white beard and calves like sculpturesplotting thinking dreaming drivingopera house and manly ferriesyonder lies olde kirribillihaven for the weasel spiritkilla thinks about his long lifethinks about the hungry audiencethinks about the sharps and minorsthinks about the strings and pedalsall the buttons and the dialsand the noise and all the silenceall the music yet unwrittenall the poems still unspokenall the skys weve yet to fly throughcausal astral mental traveleverything has many facetsevery devil many levelslooking for a neat equationlooking for a handy exitheading homeward in the sunsethomewards to his wife and daughterswaiting for him in the twilight

olde gone killa drive his falcon
talking at a music expo
telling people bout the lyrics
and the meaning of the music
bout the chords i stumbled onto
strumming in the sydney darkness
in a terraced house just somewhere
in the humid daylight strumming
how i wrote unguarded moment
how i signed some stupid contract
how the teenie weenies mobbed me
when we’re 13 with a bullet
when we fell from charts like concrete
how sometimes they never paid us
and the kids in olde newcastle
did they like the killers talking
were they amazed by his insights
or just the philistine fiasco
predicted by his hearts dull murmur
driving down the endless highways
connecting up these dirty cities
got his cd player pumping
got his head all full of music
and the people from the expo
say maybe you come back tomorrow
perhaps you have something to offer
perhaps youre not a stoned olde hippy
harbour bridge was very crowded
crowded with the peak hour traffic
little killer in the falcon
white white beard and calves like sculptures
plotting thinking dreaming driving
opera house and manly ferries
yonder lies olde kirribilli
haven for the weasel spirit
killa thinks about his long life
thinks about the hungry audience
thinks about the sharps and minors
thinks about the strings and pedals
all the buttons and the dials
and the noise and all the silence
all the music yet unwritten
all the poems still unspoken
all the skys weve yet to fly through
causal astral mental travel
everything has many facets
every devil many levels
looking for a neat equation
looking for a handy exit
heading homeward in the sunset
homewards to his wife and daughters
waiting for him in the twilight