posted on February 19, 2008 at 8:12 pm

kilbey move deeper into time
the race nearly run
goodness n mercy still ahead
bad olde days behind
one of lifes stillpoints
a haven of calm
on the way to the airport in the eighties
pick up ploogy from balmain
flying off somewhere
ploogy lights up in the taxi
hey can i have some of that !? says driver
we drive off with driver somewhere
we sit at an industrial estate near airport
smoking pot with cab driver
we get out and wander through debris
when its time to piss off ploogys gone missing
neither me or driver know the time
and i cant remember what flight we’re on
or even where we’re going
i fumble around in my suitcase
which explodes in paisley shirts and cassettes
dont worry i switched the meter off says the cabbie helpfully
finally we arrive airport
somehow ploogys there…
by the time we hit our seats we’re fried
i pull out my worksheet
its like every town on the east coast of australia
we land somewhere
someone hires us a car
the other 2 drive off somewhere
me n ploogy get a cab
we try to check in to the wrong hotel
eventually i get into my room
ploogy comes bursting through a connecting door
his ghetto blaster is blasting dub reggae
and he stands on my balcony smoking more dope
we regard the city and the sea beyond
it seems these days will go on forever
people scurry around in the streets below
we have escaped that world
we are indolent intoxicated and spoilt
a plate of toasted cheese n tomato gets delivered
and a couple of banana smoothies
theres a knock at the door
ploogys friends arrive to take him out
his friends always piss me off
n these are no different
but they produce some thai buddha sticks
this was a ten dollar commodity
that consisted of some heads of marijuana
kinda tied or stuck to these little stakes of wood
after a while they produce some little square bits of cardboard
on each tiny square is printed a blue dragon
ploogy rips one in two
cmon i’ll go ya halves
as he pops his into his gob
and washes it down with the rest of his smoothie
he and his friends laugh and depart
they leave a trail of cigarettes and empty coke cans
in my room
go in the bathroom
have a piss
check myself in mirror
pale thin
long dark hair needs a wash
black stubble on my chin
i’m standing there
when the whole mirror starts to ripple
and i remember that ive taken some lsd
i stumble out
down the corridor
the other 2 are checking in
hi they say coldly
as i pass them by
out in the courtyard is a swimming pool
i walk over squat down and dangle my fingers in the water
how long do i stay there
watching the sunlight moving in the water
reaching but never quite grasping
some huge elusive truth
its eleven oclock in the morning
who am i?

28 Responses to “admixture”

  1. avatar
    davem | 19 February 2008 at 9:47 pm #

    You’ve been mentioning Ploogy quite a lot lately. And no thanks to you I still haven’t shaken off the taste for paisley shirts…… my age!!
    Love you more SK.

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    Thomas Thomsen, Denmark | 19 February 2008 at 10:58 pm #

    “One day you turn around and it’s summer
    Next day you turn around and it’s fall
    And the springs and the winters of a life-time
    Whatever happened to them all?

    As a man who has always had the wand’ring ways
    Now I’m reaching back for yesterdays
    ‘Til a long-forgotten love appears
    And I find that I’m singing softly as I near
    September, the warm september of my years

    As a man who has never paused at wishing wells
    Now I’m watching children’s carousels
    And their laughter’s music to my ears
    And I find that I’m smiling gently as I near
    September, the warm september of my years

    The golden warm september of my years

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    tim | 20 February 2008 at 12:12 am #

    reminds me of my first lsd trip…14 years old at a buddys one room apartment. I go down the hall to the shared washroom and stare in the mirror for what seems like eternity…i halucinate that my neck gets longer, like a turtle stretching out of its shell..I came to the party armed with my own ghetto blaster and mixed tape including roundabout by yes. everyone on acid think its the best thing they have ever heard.
    about 6 years later a buddy who is a pizza delivery guy makes my apartment his last stop of the night bringing a little extra something with the extra larger pie.6 or 7 of us on acid and I turn em on to the church. at the time starfish was an excellent soundtrack to my drug induced gatherings. 2am in the morning trying to keep things as quiet as possible so as not to wake the neighbours downstairs and everyone
    begging me to turn the stereo up. Its as vivid today as if it was yesterday…I can still remember my buddy saying what are we listening to?…it just aches to be turned up. ah those were the times…we were so young and it felt like we were on the edge of something…like a door had been flung open and lsd was an experience that gave us some kind of special insight. The nature of life itself was revealing itself to us…so we thought. thanks for the flashback killa


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    Anonymous | 20 February 2008 at 12:35 am #

    do you think you’d ever consider collaborating on a project with the ploog again should something appropriate ever arise? i obviously don’t mean in terms of the crunch. I was more just curious since you blokes were friends for so long etc… Speaking of, do the two of ya keep in touch? I hope that you do and that he is in good form.


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    Olde Amps | 20 February 2008 at 1:30 am #

    You seem to refer more fondly to Monsieur Ploog than “the other two” lately; this both amuses and frightens me…hope all is OK between yourself and Koppes and MWP.

    Do you keep in touch with Richard?

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    Anonymous | 20 February 2008 at 1:31 am #

    Man, that sounds fun, being indolent intoxicated and spoilt
    , the good old days were great when you could do that, get away with it,..but now….. the thought of being fried at 11am makes me feel a bit sad, bored, even a bit scared, having that feeling who- the fuck am I and whatam I doing.. These days I still like to get outof it..but I never thought I’de grow to an age where I’de dread reliving the experience that you just discribed.
    As per usual a good read..cheers PV

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    Leelinau | 20 February 2008 at 1:53 am #

    hehe, sounds loverly
    never tried it myelf
    (chicken really)

    “it seems these days will go on forever”


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    Leelinau | 20 February 2008 at 1:54 am #


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    B Raine | 20 February 2008 at 3:04 am #

    i want to swim in the aqua green warm ocean waters, and feel the breeze while the palm trees dance…this frigid world leaves the skin on fire..ahh to swim in the waters you talk about ….to be releived for a moment of the stress of money….or to not need this and that …to be in the places you describe……one donation not…anyone want it 4 free…………….annyhow cosmenot ..I attached to..but sent it away…… much pressure to stay in this barren land…when california is feesible……to live ….which I need to own…parents are cozy if i help..if i leave….so much kinder..warmer…maybe santa cruz —- or somewhere near berkley…this city is one large small town, where your either …workin 9-5 or rich or scrapin by….too many freinds that cant even be bothered in emergencies…..had some amazing saves—and some real stressorrs///like august…back in prison in san fran…hes got talent but hes in the ghetto…in and out–I wanna move—parents—–doubts…………… in sydney? sucks ay…..comin off..
    anyone like a pdf version of my tiny zine…no pressure to donate—-peace……aqua green warm waters….mmmm

  10. avatar
    CAPTAIN BEYOND | 20 February 2008 at 4:51 am #

    if my mommy dies before this game is over, I will be a thorn in your side forever…

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    Sunshine | 20 February 2008 at 6:10 am #

    I hope those paintings turn up, Killer. I imagine their intended receipients are chewing their nails about them as well.

    I loved today’s time capsule of Churchiness. Thanks!

    (of the Kansas City variety)

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    Anonymous | 20 February 2008 at 6:10 am #

    The DMT thought police will NOT be impressed!!! And I thought that was your job as a psychedelic muscian – to take drugs(nice hallucinogenic ones)and provide music for the said indulgences.
    What ever happened with you and the Ploog?
    Last time I saw him was playing drums for Peter’s Well at the North Gong. He ran out through the crowd as one song finished, got a HUGE spliff from the mixer and was eventually asked to take his position again. He then began playing the drums standing up with the spliff in his mouth!
    Sounds like your sort of guy Killer!
    What happened???
    P.S. This is that annoying twat Galamor the Wizard…but it won’t let me do that anymore so it’s a nonny mouse.

  13. avatar
    matt davison | 20 February 2008 at 7:54 am #

    What about that super stick hitter Jay Dee???

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    Hellbound Heart | 20 February 2008 at 10:15 am #

    ok, ok, ok…flashbacks…sitting in the living room of my rented apartment at 2am listening to pink floyd’s relics stoned out of my skull and giggling stupidly with my mate alisha who’s playing the bongos…oh fuck those were great times…but then again i was a wee bit younger then and my body could cope much better with 3 hours sleep and a full day’s work the following day…
    love always…

  15. avatar
    Anonymous | 20 February 2008 at 12:09 pm #

    we’re all old fuckers thats all there is to it…anyone reading this who’s under say, 30??

  16. avatar
    matthew | 20 February 2008 at 12:55 pm #

    Yeah, I too like to see the Ploogster arise in the odd anecdote!

  17. avatar
    Anonymous | 20 February 2008 at 1:57 pm #

    Sniffing glue gives epiphany..?

    Everyday things seem extraordinary when the brain reception is sabotaged. How zen is that ?

    Fingerboard chess with a 12-string Rickenbacker will do.

    – Lebrinho

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    veleska1970 | 20 February 2008 at 1:58 pm #

    davem’s right~~you have been mentioning him a lot lately.

    so, what’s the ploogmeister up to nowadays, anyway??

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    CSTCoach | 20 February 2008 at 3:42 pm #

    always feeling kinda alone, even then?

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    verdelay | 20 February 2008 at 4:37 pm #

    Illyrian – looks like you dropped something:

    Tut tut. Careless…

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    Issakimani | 20 February 2008 at 5:33 pm #

    Hope all is well with you and your family. Any news on the lost paintings?
    I started to write about one of my mind altering experiences, but remembered this is your blog not mine. Thanks for sharing; I had a wave of crazy fond memories rush over me.

    One Love,

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    fantasticandy | 20 February 2008 at 6:45 pm #

    as long as you four druids continue to set aside your differences for the greater good of mankind i’m happy!
    i salute you!
    may YOU roc on n on n on!
    andy L.

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    davem | 20 February 2008 at 7:07 pm #

    I’m relaxed that your relationships are deeply rooted. Based on years and years of recognising the value & essence of each other. Tim has been (& is)such a blessing to the band. I guess you refer to Richard as we all do to people who have meant a lot to us in the past and are an integral part of our journey to now. Maria, now long dead, glide through this tonight….

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    Brien Comerford | 20 February 2008 at 10:09 pm #

    Sk has a very expansive cognitive organ that is conducive and hospitable for more expansiveness either meditative or artificial. I’m a woeful soul who needs sedation to cope with this fallen and strife laden world of harsh, violent and realities. Other people feel dope is a harbinger of hope. Stark !

  25. avatar
    Anonymous | 20 February 2008 at 10:44 pm #

    Oh yes, Steve’s expansive organ!!!

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    cita | 20 February 2008 at 11:33 pm #

    it seems these days will go on forever…the most poignant words in your prose today.

    I love the glimpse into those days. My girlfriends love to recount a tale of following Ploogy on a bus and then around the streets of Balmain. It still makes me laugh today.
    How many good stories have you got stashed away in that 80’s vault of yours? Just now and then you tell us a little. All too rare but then I suppose we savour them more.

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    Ethereal Butterfly | 21 February 2008 at 2:15 am #

    It may have been 11 o clock in the morning then & you didn’t know who you were, but now the opposite is true; & it’s now only just past cocktail hour (5pm) for you SK.

    Saw punkish-rock-angel P J Harvey live last night, hadn’t seen her b4 – material from new album ‘White Chalk’ sounds like some of her most dreamiest & evocative yet. Mick Harvey accompanied her (he also opened the night with some Triffids songs) – I wonder if they are related?

  28. avatar
    Anonymous | 21 February 2008 at 4:11 pm #

    And me…I’m flying in my taxi.
    Taking tips and getting stoned.

    Great story.

    Tampa, Fl

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