posted on August 23, 2008 at 9:03 pm

i was recording “undine”
when dad and kathy dropped into the studio
that was when we used to record up on merlin street
not far from the olde mercury towers building
i was just putting the final vocal touches to the title track
i was singing in the darkened booth
sipping occasionally on a glass of johnny walker scotch (silver label)
and puffing on the ever-present weed
my voice was strained and sore
it hurt my throat to go for the high notes
i was singing low and husky
i saw dad first
he was talking to john b the engineer
i could see dad was making john laugh at the console
then i saw kathy
she was peeping shyly round the door in the recording room
there she was as bright as a button as always
we hadnt seen each other for so long now
not since i became quite famous
and i got stories written about me in the newspaper
we had both changed
both of us now were taller and gaunter
are you identical twins ? stupid people had asked us now n then
how can a boy n girl be identical? we’d ask back at the same time
and then face each other
roll our two sets of grey-blue eyes
and storm off
we were friends and twins and brother n sister
we played our own complex games
we had our own language
only dad was allowed in our world
usually dad and kathy ganging up on me
it made me laugh when they played with me
but it made me sad too kathy
that you always took dads side……
seeing her there, my voice took on a new leash of life
johns voice came on in my headphones
“well schteve ……” in his characteristic slur
“wanna try another one?”
ok i said
and the music rolled in
first of all a lonely accoustic guitar
its playing a f# minor 9th over and over
my bass came meandering in
looser than a golden goose
the drums pitter patter… just like water in fact
an electric guitar crying in gentle wah wah
i get ready to sing
my entry coming up
abrubtly the song rises up to d major
i begin to sing
beneath the surface where i watch you
drift away so drift away
everybody half something else
everybody wants to change
strangely enough
nothing could change you….
the music stopped
b’s voice came on
“mate you got it!”
i go back in to them
i have john play them our new album
dad says youre bloody clever, arent you
kathys got some little tears in her eyes and she just nods
but her nod means she really loves it
lets go out and have some dinner dad says
dad lets kathy drive his triumph sable but with much wincing
i sit in the back talking in her ear as she drives
and i ask her about south america
through the rainy streets of alexandria and kensington
kathy began to tell us about her time in argentina
as she braked and accelerated and steered through the shiny night
she met a man, a magic realist
THE magic realist according to some
enrico ruiz revilla
author of the lonely world
now a motion picture starring nicole kidman and tyrone powers
he was on holiday
and had seen my sister acting in shakespeares play beauty stab
and contacted her via her agent
they met and fell head over heels
and kathy had gone off to argentina with him
there they had embarked upon making a film
the film was sometimes called the two beasts
or sometimes
no su amante
anyway things became strange during the early days
things went missing
people changed roles and dropped out of character
the moon turned pink one night with a delicate mauve aureole
a real gun was fired injuring several cameramen
my sister begins to suspect somethings going wrong
but she cant speak much spanish really
shes acting in the film but she only has a few lines in spanish
during the montezumas dream sequence
she says
si no el cortez, entonces algun otro
kathy repeated her phrase a few times in the car
as if hypnotized…
gee thats sounds like real argentinian my girl said dad
thats really good kath i said
no its not really but i’m supposed to be english she said
what about your enrico…? asks dad..what was he doing..?
kathy sighed
swinging into neptune street and changing lanes
she drove carefully down the long palm tree lined avenues
presently she begins to speak
dad and i listened in silence to her tale
“rico was obsessed with this fellini movie
or was it the norwegian director alldrig
about a group of people in this castle
changing into birds and flying around
watching everything
all the pain
all the joy
all the struggle
although set in medieval times
some characters appear to be modern
with wrist watches and telephones
usted no penso que entonces fueron inventados
i think my character says…
something like that
but some people understand whats happening
theres this hunter who traps the birds
and oh i dont really know
he does dreadful things to them
i never really understood this part
jesus is in there as this mexican god
i mean it really looked like jesus but in this golden head dress
and enrico and some others took some wild new drug
and some snake ate the birds that had been trained
at the same time as this
argentinas economy had gone all wobbly as enrico said
and our set was being repossessed bit by bit
we drove up into some mountains
and i was lost in a snowstorm
wandering in a white wilderness
my body became numb
i could not feel it
and eventually i did not care
i felt so sleepy and i lay down and slept
and the next thing i knew
i was walking in the door of the studio tonight..”
we arrived at our destination
but dad and i could say nothing

12 Responses to “always someone behind ya who will call, its nothing at all…”

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    Fireseed | 23 August 2008 at 11:06 pm #

    reading this late at night in blighty – spooky!

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    kat | 24 August 2008 at 1:46 am #

    sk, very interesting & mysterious>

    lian, i always got car sick as a kid… dad knew i would delay the trip to the river every time, but i got sick sometimes just because of his lerchy driving!

    hope everyone is having a nice weekend.


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    Brien Comerford | 24 August 2008 at 3:05 am #

    The Kilbey family appears to be (not surprisingly) very interesting. Many of these blogs have the mystery and intensity that is endemic in SK’s music.

    Just got Rolling Stone Magazine in the mail. David Fricke has very nice words for Robert Forster’s “Evangelist” CD that was reportedly a requim for Grant McLennan. The problem is that it’s not a full review and most readers will not notice it. It’s under Fricke’s Picks rather than being a visible review with a rating. Fricke is very fond of The Church and Jeff Beck.

    The Verve got a 4 star stellar review for “Forth”. Reviewed fully by David Fricke.

    Some of Rolling Stone’s other music reviwers are sophomoric heathens that praise Rap and other musical crap.

    Sk would like the cover of this particular Rolling Stone magazine that features a cartoon of Bush with guns sitting on top of a dead elephant (meaning the Republican party).

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    Hellbound Heart | 24 August 2008 at 4:10 am #

    …brien, i think it’s criminal how rolling stone has ignored the church and sk, i’ve always kept my eye out for any music review or anything like that but alas, nary a whisper…
    chocolate used to give me really bad migraines as a kid but thankfully i grew out of that one, can scarf it down to my hearts content…
    surreal but startling in its realism today, sir, am i making sense? probably not…
    love always…

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    heather | 24 August 2008 at 7:05 am #

    it’s a bright skyed late sunday afternoon, a washed sheet undulates in the soft breeze, tropical birds call distantly, the chiaroscuro of sun sparkles and stretches from the backyard, across the balcony, and into the loungeroom, where a girl sits becalmed by the fast whirr of the overhead fan, the waft of strong frankincense, and the magic hum of the time being

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    fantasticandy | 24 August 2008 at 7:10 am #

    loved it!
    put me in mind of luis buñuel….
    or perhaps a bergman movie like ‘hour of the wolfe’.

    ‘neptune st.’ sounds like the title of a really awful daytime tv soap opera!!!!!!!!!!!

    i too was lucky enough to have a great dad, who occupies my thoughts on a daily basis.
    i often wonder what he would have thought about my little family and my musical exploits……….

    wish i had a sis like kathy….
    trouble is…..she’s just so lovely, i fear things might become a tad incestuous!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    sheer genius today slim.
    all that for 1/7 of a measly oz dollar.

    be well all!
    andy L.

    p.s. the telephone gag had me in fts!

  7. avatar
    fantasticandy | 24 August 2008 at 7:11 am #

    err…. fits!

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    Leelinau | 24 August 2008 at 10:07 am #


    cut me off like that


  9. avatar
    veleska1970 | 24 August 2008 at 12:09 pm #

    another dreamy one….very surrealist and other-worldly.

    nice one today!!

    lotza love…

  10. avatar
    eek | 24 August 2008 at 9:18 pm #

    It is a little spooky, and I love it!

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    iseult | 24 August 2008 at 9:45 pm #

    reminds me of how the oz film industry went wobbly like that
    last thing i heard they took it out the back paddock and shot it

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    lily was here | 25 August 2008 at 2:04 pm #

    One door closes and another portal opens xxx

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