posted on January 16, 2006 at 7:03 am

i need to define this whole thing
i need to talk to myself
i need to explain
i am confused
i have maybe been surprised by myself
if youre in this far
im gonna strip back a layer of skin
for ya
i told ya
i dont know what im doing here
(any “here” you like)
three months ago
i never even heard of blogging
i got no agenda
i got no bitter spleen
to vent particularly
why should i?
cos im a master chef who has one of the best vegan gourmet
restaurants in the world
you think that i fucking care that kfc sells
a billion bux more than the organic crunch?
i have never or will never delete a comment
the “straights” and bohemians thing…
a novel must have a protagonist
an antogonist
its not all black and white
nothing is absolute
everything is a mixture
i am large
i contain contradictions
(no anonymous of nowhere, that aint my own quote)
i know a guy whos a doctor
suit, nice house, all that
he would seem to be a “straight”
but he spends his life in malawi, vietnam, mongolia
looking into sanitary water conditions
i dunno
his heart is more bohemian
than a million clowns in kaftans smokin pot
this dude has defied my catergorization
another guy
this one long hair, musician, does yoga
but a mean n nassty little man
that ya’d like to strangle
where does he fit in?
i dunno either
of course i know its not us versus them
on some levels…
on some levels you could not deny
that there are certain over ambitious individuals
aspiring to western pseudo christian ideals
(cmon, as soon as the first kid dies
you can count jesus out!!)
who, trampling on spiritual values
(other than their own)
seem to find reasons
to invent nasssty weapons
start wars
exterminate nature
warp this planet
or maybe just
use up
burn out
the rest of us
now on a sliding scale
where keef richards = max boho
and gw bush= max straight
youd find many in the fuckin middle who….
hang on a minute….
it was a bit of a joke for fuck sake
and yet
the more i think about it
it aint a joke either
someone wrote in and said
we cant all smoke dope and paint pictures….
why not?
would the world stop turning?
wouldnt the whales be happier if we did?
wouldnt the elephants and tigers and rhinos and bears and dodos
and tassie tigers and the children in afgannystan
and actually most o the planet actually
im sorry
the war has been cancelled
theyre all painting and smoking dope.
smoking dopes another issue for some
who said it was illegal?
dont tell me it was a”straight”
trying to disenfranchise some one
didja know i got busted for attempting to buy smack
thats not quite right
i already had it
i’d gotten away with it
i was giving some money to the dude whod helped
me out
he had nothing to do with it
and the cops thought we was doing a deal
they always gotta give ya a new bogeyman
someone theyre protectin ya from
always some war on something
something to keep ya scared
while they fuck wid cha
for their own purposes
i dunno what they wanna acheive either
i just wanna smoke paint and dope a picture!
and puh leese
the cool guys and gals
i already said it
this is me
this aint no poem on the inside of starfish
i dont spit out dreamy bullshit all the time baybee
you cant come on my bloggy
and come the raw prawn with me
about ye olde arte
i do this for free
an coupla hours a day
for nothin
dont question my commitment to art
this is my diary
if you want something arty
see if michael stipe has got a blog
maybe hes spoutin’ prose all day and nite
yer free to say whatever you like
but remember
i gotta lotta xperience
i work on a lotta levels
i aint no black and white ranter
on some levels
but never a complete barreling oaf
just shouting out
his polemic
yeah i was caught with smack
am i ashamed
fuck no
embarrassed for my family, maybe
what a waste of time the whole thing was
much ado about nothing
a storm in a tea cup
but it distracted ya
long enuff
that while you were thinking
of naughty olde sk in jail
for druggies
some little kids
got their heads napalmed
or some poor bastard was being tortured in prison
(fill in yer own horror story here)
thats right
thats what all the bad news does
how about some good news
fireman rescues cat from tree
husband loves his wife
bumper crops of marijuana
growing in the ruins of the pentagon
bombers traded in for swimming pools
and libraries
defence budget blown on painting and ballet
secret police resign to become old age carers
greenpeace and amnesty go outta biz
cos theres no more need
i never lied to ya
i tried hard on every record for ya
not to talk down to ya
selecting only the finest original lyrics
and songs for your pleasure
i never dumbed it down
or took the easy option
i aint no bitter failure
i sold over 2 million records baybee
i know i aint the biggest
see if bonos got a blog if yer want that..
i dined with princes and
i dined with kings
and i aint ever been too impressed
you cant come on my blogg
and be holier
or hipper
than me
you can (theoretically)
be equal
but never more
if i come on your blogg
its the same
this is my life
this is my blog
i give it to you
not for money
for power
for fame
i dont wanna impress ya
but its nice when it happens
that i do..
dont give me yer worldweary stuff
i was doing worldweary
when you were still in
your mummies womb
dont give me tripe about rehab
i was in rehab before you
had yer first bud light
dont give me flowers
its cruel to cut em down
i dunno
this has meandered all over the place
i started off there
but ended up here
please dont pray for me
(god: why are ya praying for him
hes never worked in his life
hes got 5 beautiful daughters
hes got a load of lovely fans
who he loves
hes got a record deal
hes got a band
hes quite a nifty basse geetarist…
what the hell dya want me to do for him
hes laughing all the way to the blogg

thats it you lot
i dont care who i alienate with my mild jests
do ya think andre breton fucking cared?
or do you think baudelaire was worried
in case some small soul branded “paris spleen”
as bitter?
hell no
neither do i
if ya with me
i love ya
if ya not
what the fuck are you still doing here, sunshine
thats it
im gonna go bushwalkin soon
no bloggs maybe for a while

36 Responses to “crisis of faith/manifesto”

  1. avatar
    eek | 16 January 2006 at 9:10 am #


    I remember when my mum died and you sent your condolances. I was so surprised because I had just tucked that she had died into a post on HW…not even a post I ever expected you to see. But you made an effort you didn’t need to make and what you said was so beautiful and kind it made me cry, but also was so very comforting.

    And you asked how I was doing several more times over the next year or so — always when I least expected, but most needed it. I was isolated, depressed, and dealing with pressures and responsibilities I never planned on or expected. You were one of the few people who let me know you gave a damn.

    Everyone has flaws (I have many more than I care to admit). What I see is an utterly decent human being who cared about a person a world away who you barely knew. That meant the world to me, and it still does.

    Thank you.


  2. avatar
    Anonymous | 16 January 2006 at 9:40 am #

    SK…you are charismatic, charming and endearing…I love what you write about, I love your songs, I love your ethics, your humanity, your poetry, your lack of edifice, your pomposity, your humility, your righteous indignation, your every-‘dayness’, your majesty, your gentility, your cheek, your ranting & raving, your faux pas, your cerebral brilliance, your ingenuity, your warmth, your enigmatic epigrammes…you shine SK!…just like all the other beautiful, humane & talented beings that have graced the planet like Nelson Mandela, Geoffrey Robertson, Gandhi, the Bronte Sisters, Isabelle Allende etc etc…yadda yadda yadda…I’m running out of superlatives but you get my drift!!!

  3. avatar
    Anonymous | 16 January 2006 at 9:46 am #

    Holly, that was beautiful.
    I have also been really touched by SKs kindness and generosity lately. Lets just say he produced a stunning gift that will always mean a tremendous amount to me.
    Count me as with ya SK. I dont always agree with ya, and I dont love every song (but most of them), but it seems to me you put a great deal of love and care into everything you produce, and I respect that immensely. Your work (and blog included) is always challenging, and this is what makes it so worthwhile and interesting. Its not for lazy listeners/readers, or the small minded, whatever. I would guess many here are “straights”, or close to it, but your work definitely nourishes the “bohemian” side in us, or at least in me, and for this, I will keep reading and listening. Getting anxious for ULTC.
    No problem if no blog for a while. You deserve a rest!

  4. avatar
    Darko Flagg | 16 January 2006 at 10:07 am #

    Dearest Lost Unkle,
    I did a shitty demo on an ol cassette years ago-I did it on an old 4 wrote back sayin U dug the playing and the titles.. I was depression bummed for years prior..When I ended up selling my first batch of CD’s to cool places like Japan and Brazil & prog sites reviewd it-I have to say thanks to yer-cos -basically I thought I was crap..and your words give me a kick in the powis square hidey hole.
    Darko ..

  5. avatar
    captainmission | 16 January 2006 at 10:59 am #

    Holly, Kevin, thanks for sharing that personal stuff, and how can it not surprise me that the man that wrote something as profoundly beautiful as AENT be nothing less than a compassionate and thoughtful individual.
    You just have to listen to those songs, hear the words, their tones, and can feel it in every note.
    More thought and passion goes into them than most bands put into their whole careers. And we don’t just get music cds we get all that special extra stuff to, jammed cds b sides, amazing live shows that deliver the goods, we get brilliant poems, paintings, narratives and blog.
    Yeah, you have a fantastic break Steve, i’ll be here when ya back.
    And for the record, (straight’s keep records), I don’t think there’s anything wrong with taking drugs and creating art, evidence suggests that that was exactly how the first paintings occurred, via different states of consciousness brought on by ingestion of psychotropic plants, opening realms into other dimensions, worlds or realities, ask your local shaman, it’s all kosher, all now quite accepted by quantum peoples. The irony is our ancestors enjoyed more freedom to indulge their spiritual beliefs than we do. The last thing these religious freaks, politicians, controllers want is you to be free. They don’t want ya thinking for yourself, they want ya being a good citizen and filled with fear.

    To Drugs, ‘Just say Know.’
    Tim Leary

  6. avatar
    Anonymous | 16 January 2006 at 10:59 am #

    it has been great feeling your joy and sadness and sometimes feeling a little irate at your rants. but i suspect i manage to evoke that same rameg of emotions in the people around me every day. and i haven’t had the guts to tell them all my blog address yet..or write very much in it.

    Metal Petal

  7. avatar
    MattyC | 16 January 2006 at 11:10 am #

    Keep the good stuff coming SK, it’s the most entertaining and thought provoking stuff I’ve read on the web for years.

  8. avatar
    Anonymous | 16 January 2006 at 11:24 am #

    This blog is fast becoming the very definition of ‘must-see internet.’

    If it weren’t for this, football scores and the odd email, I wouldn’t turn this damned thing on anymore.

    Cheers, mate. The effort is greatly appreciated. Enjoy your time away; just come back…

  9. avatar
    carousel | 16 January 2006 at 11:42 am #

    But sk, it’s obvious you do care. It feels helpless even pathetic in our comfortable surrounds to attempt making comment on the horrors that are happening every day. If there was a way to pierce through the distortion of reality that surrounds our lives I’m sure the world would already be a changed place. But we live in an impermeable self-justifying fog of programming, beliefs and distractions. You cannot have a rational debate with an irrational state. Belief substitutes for the need to question, for the need to search, for the need to have a life of our own. All these things that define our societies represent comfort and security to the individuals holding on to them. Try to take them away and you only make them stronger, more resolved, because the fear that brought them into existence still lives beneath. The straights get straighter! Fear is the glue that keeps the wrapper of belief on. You simply become the face of that fear if you put yourself up against it. Is that a good or a bad thing to do, I don’t know, but I can think of one glaring example where the results have been monumentally self-defeating. I know I’m not saying anything new but it seemed appropriate for the moment.

    Enjoy the bush I do so every day. And do come back your blog is a god send to most that come here.

  10. avatar
    Sue C | 16 January 2006 at 12:17 pm #

    Some of the comments in this blog are just beautiful. What you said.

  11. avatar
    mike | 16 January 2006 at 12:20 pm #

    I think you’re right when you say you can’t categorize eveything as black and white, good vs. evil, everything’s a mixture. I know lots of straights that are bohemian and lots of bohemians that are straights- and a lot in between!! It just takes some experience to discern which is which!! When I think of straights I think of politicians and the heads of most corporations.

  12. avatar
    spiritmarch | 16 January 2006 at 12:58 pm #

    ‘straight’ – that word always makes me think of Ian Drury.

  13. avatar
    Anonymous | 16 January 2006 at 1:11 pm #

    Hey SK,
    I had a look at the comments, especially from Sunday Morning I Scream and really if you look there was only one dickbrain (the I pray for you guy/girl – maybe I’m a little harsh using the term dickbrain, I don’t him/her or anything about his /her life), but really if you read again everyone else, was commenting in your favour. It was one guy that lit that fire and the rest seemed to be trying to put it out.
    I think you have a pretty loyal fan base and why shouldn’t you.
    We get all those great songs for like $25 bucks, not a bad deal if you ask me, sometimes their like my only glue. On the surface I seem like a pretty happy normal( no one would have ever thought I was deeply troubled, always calm on the outside) guy, but sometimes those songs feel like my only friend, and I have heaps of good mates.
    Anyway there was this one nasty time I was having quite a few years back nothing was working out, girlfriend left completely broke and really low,I decided to do myself in (and no I wasn’t some dramatic teenager), in the process I decided to put on a record, but I chose the wrong one, it was Sometime Anywhere, anyway it changed my mood and the impulse faded. I always now think fuck, if I did’nt put that record on I’d be dead, (yeah I know I’m being kinda self absorbed). Scary to think how close I was. My point being that record at that point stopped me from doing the act, soothed me, calmed me. People under estimate the power of a beautiful song ( how many people can say I stopped someone I did’nt even know from doing them self in, by writing a little song), anyway you saved my ass, how do you repay someone for that. For the past few years now I’ve had a a pretty groovey life, which I dearly l love, again not a bad deal for $25 bucks. Thankyou

  14. avatar
    gavgams | 16 January 2006 at 1:36 pm #

    Good on ya, SK for having the guts to stick your neck out, peel away a layer, give us a bit of your soul. Ecce Homo.

    Let me just say I love the commenter’s comments above.

    And, – I’ve been thinking: “Affinity” (SK… a few days ago) is a great word and big thing. A sound likeness with infinity? To have knowledge of? To share? A parallel state? Esoteric but close? Esoteric and close? Suggesting allied and soul alloyed, but also what is not: the vast other of not connected. From the chaos comes pattern. Music as pattern.

    Anyway. A little thanks to EssKayer. Your last lyricy dithyramb cracked me up cause it made things even more crazy (and better) in the context of some bad mannered discourse of a couple of posts ago.

    Also to Julia (and I think SK might be interested too) concerning the GoBetween’s perceived better alternative cred than the prayer-house. I was reading through a friends book all about history of Oz alternative/new wave/indie scene where Crunch were sidelined on basis of alledged pursuit of commercialism after Skins and Hearts. Yea, I thought, like Interlude…”spacious floors, bejewelled and tiled”. It gets me thinking though, about how Crunch always been true to themselves, a bit out on their own tack, trying different stuff but core and integrity endures and that desrves a helluva lot of respect. Mind you I liked the GBT’s. Saw one of there early gigs (underage) supported by Pete’s Best Beatles and People With Chairs Up Their Noses!!

  15. avatar
    pjm | 16 January 2006 at 2:02 pm #

    You may say you “don’t know what you’re doing” with the blog… you may even believe it. But so far, it looks to me like you’re more of a natural to the format than many thousands (millions?) of newcomers.

  16. avatar
    12str | 16 January 2006 at 3:16 pm #

    Hell Yeah Maan!
    sometimes someone comes along with a gift,able to put his finger on the essential stuff ,someone that just lets it all come out.
    the indignation of the “straights”pathetic it is!no wonder we have trouble in this world.biggotery,fascism controlfreaks.keep your feets on the so called right path,hows that for freedom maan? keep on rocking in the free world…where is that?dessillusion comes with age i guess.then this blogg comes along like a beacon of light in the long black night;)…have a great bushwalk man..
    hope to see ya soon.

  17. avatar
    krissythegroupie | 16 January 2006 at 3:25 pm #

    Honest and poetic and *hilarious*, as usual. I think maybe some people are simply jealous that they can’t smoke pot and paint all day. You made it as an artist and a musician, and theres certainly a small percentage who can.

  18. avatar
    Handyman | 16 January 2006 at 3:44 pm #

    We are glad you are who you are and that you are generous enough to let some of us in. I sincerely hope one day that you will be comfortable enough to write at times like we weren’t even here.

    Hope you liked the gifts.


  19. avatar
    Anonymous | 16 January 2006 at 4:16 pm #

    Some come to be formed. Others come already formed. You are not obligated either way. Thank you for your words, ideas, and art and keep speaking your truth.

    Now fuck off and get back to the custard. We’ll see you another day.

  20. avatar
    baby | 16 January 2006 at 4:20 pm #

    keep a green tree in your heart, and perhaps a singing bird will come.

    quoted from a fortune cookie

  21. avatar
    Anonymous | 16 January 2006 at 4:25 pm #

    This is the first time I have responded. I guess I have held off in leaving a comment because responding feels akin to telling Picasso how much you liked his work by scribbling a stick figure on a napkin.

    But here goes:

    I have a confession to make.
    I have to get this off my chest. I am addicted to this blog.
    It is bad.
    If I don’t get my daily fix it puts me in a foul mood.
    Why is it addicting? I think it because you never know what you are going to get.
    Sometimes they are so personal, so revealing, and flat out gorgeous musings.
    Others, are so angry and bitter regarding the path of the 21st century and its greedy inhabitants.
    All are mostly brilliant.
    What really amazes me is that it was 16 years ago or so, I discovered an already 10 year old Crunch.
    Back in those days, before the internet, we had a big books in record stores where you could look at a band’s releases and order them through the store and I remember going through this process to order five cd’s from the Crunch.
    And some solo material.
    Then I graduated from college, started working for the man, got married, had a child, and all the while they remained, refusing to die and go away and living on through the internet.
    And now, in 2006, the band I discovered in a dusty back catlogue in an indy record store in Williamsburg Virginia shines on as an intenet global community.
    First it was internet email’s, then it was the womb, and now from my kitchen table in Tallahassee, Florida I get to read the daily creations of the founding father.
    And this makes me happy.
    Don’t change a thing.

    Disciple Tom

  22. avatar
    CSTCoach | 16 January 2006 at 4:31 pm #

    SK, where to start… Well, to the few commenters who derided the “blatant ass kissing” on here – we can’t possibly be reading the same thing. I see only sincerity. How often do you get an opportunity to express your thoughts and your thanks to someone you know only through a media (a medium??).

    SK, I only know you through your music (and will finally see you in north america this year, i hope!), for the past 19 years of my 33. I don’t know where to begin describing how it’s touched me. like the others above, your work has expressed so much, has gone to the source and sparked a feeling magically beyond the words and notes that transported it. your work has inspired my writing, and has inspired me to keep writing and keep staying true to myself no matter what hopeless obstacles the world kept throwing up, no matter how much discouragement and crushing defeat.

    Your work kept me going when i had to venture into the 9 to 5 grind to keep a roof over my head and to eat. By that point I’d alienated myself so thoroughly from that world (despite having excelled at uni – but of course anthropology was a bit of a bohemian thing anyway, not much call for it…) that i could only find low paying, demeaning office jobs that were far below my intelligence. i felt like i was the smartest one in the building, being dictated to by idiots. getting out of bed and trudging in there every day was an act of supreme will. I was never happier than when one of those temp contracts ended. sure, i had no savings and would have to start searching again, but i was out in the sunshine, walking, with a book, and i could write as much as i wanted, not just late at night, fighting sleep. Sitting at those awful jobs, what kept me sane was my taped-up headphones. The last miserable contract that I had, I remember plugging in Beside Yourself (it had just come out) and escaping into myself for a while. Wrapping myself in those words and those notes, dreaming a bit, going to that place where my writing happens, even in the middle of the cubicle dividers and paperclips and pencil sharpeners. I worked at that place for 3 months, and by the time i left no one had even managed to remember my name.

    Since that time I’ve managed to break away from the straight world. Sure, I’m still fucking poor, but i’m supporting myself with my real work, and it’s slowly getting better. Your work, your music and your poetry, helped me stay true to myself when despair would set in, when, late at night, i would start to wonder if maybe it wasn’t me who was crazy, if maybe they were right after all…

    And there were countless other times that your music touched me, times of the end of relationships. When my father died horribly of cancer last year and I found myself alone in the world, without family of any kind. As I sat in empty rooms in third world countries, travelling, writing, growing, but lonely except for the church… Far too many times to write.

    Now I’m also able to pay this forward through my other work of CST coaching, helping people to recover their health and their lives. To pick up their grandkids again without strain, to get out and walk in nature without puffing and straining, to enjoy the freedom of movement once again. all that and more… And I learned that my writing has tricked out to at least a few people who were inspired by it and decided to live, to truly live, and not be content with mere existence. It’s a start…

    One day soon, when I plod on and move from publishing in magazines to publishing the books that i’ve already written and are piling up, i’ll send you that book, in the hopes of giving back to you SK some of the enjoyment that you’ve given me over the years.

    You’ve expressed so well that poignant sadness of life, of the human condition, that i’ve felt so deeply, that is at the same time so heartrendingly beautiful. It’s meant the world to me, and obviously to so many others, for reasons of their own, who keep coming back here each day. If that’s “blatant ass kissing” so be it. I don’t think it is. As part of my coaching job I train fighters, and get in the ring and slap leather with them. Guys like me don’t ass kiss 😉

    Keep on writing whatever takes you at that moment, amigo. Rants or poetry or sheer despair at the uncomprehendible state of the world, or just bask in the beauty of the sun and the sea. I enjoy the opportunity to come into your space and share a bitta conversation every day. And if you need to rant, as all of us do, there are friends out here who will listen.

    ryan murdock

  23. avatar
    Anonymous | 16 January 2006 at 6:38 pm #

    Thanks SK, enjoy your bush walkin.

  24. avatar
    Anonymous | 16 January 2006 at 6:49 pm #

    after reading SK’s blog yesterday, I meant to post this link. It’s nice to know those of us opposed to the raving butcher of washingon and his cronies aren’t alone:

  25. avatar
    daydreamer | 16 January 2006 at 7:53 pm #

    Not too surprised to read that anonymous diatribe a few days ago. Have to admit I’ve been harboring some sheepish feelings as well, being oh lets say, about 1/3 “straight” myself these days. Rather uneccessarily harsh, tho. But you get the point, and Steve I think you responded quite eloquently with the example of the Dr. vs the Kaftan wearing hippies. Who can really tell about any of us, anyway?

    Funny, in 1966 when pot first came on the scene at my high school, those of us who indulged were considered “straight” vs those who did not, who were considered “lame.” I’ve had mixed feelings about the word ever since ~

    In regard to drugs: may I suggest there are socio/political reasons for boycotting any drugs not produced domestically that are as least as compelling as any moral or health issues that I know. In other words kids, don’t support the thugs – grow yer own!

    today’s 2c

  26. avatar
    daydreamer | 16 January 2006 at 8:00 pm #

    btw Steve, thank you for your “Untitled” post. Again, you articulate what others of us can only feel in our hearts. They say now that “only” 12 were killed – two of them children, 5 women, and no known terrorists.

    Terrorists indeed. Makes me feel ashamed to be an American.

  27. avatar
    Anonymous | 16 January 2006 at 8:39 pm #

    When everybody thinks of America think Benjamin Franklin, Thomas Jefferson, Mark Twain,Bob Dylan, Iggy Pop , Lou Reed, Kurt Cobain etc etc, not the other place, the place controlled by “the man”.
    Because America was never ever, meant to turn into this.

  28. avatar
    Anonymous | 16 January 2006 at 9:19 pm #

    There’s a straight in me that wants a plasma tv and the hobo he sees wants to kill the big c

  29. avatar
    CAPTAIN BEYOND | 16 January 2006 at 9:46 pm #

    wow sk, that’s pretty deep. just on those words alone me say we are on the same page. me sending you another project entitled “blood brothers” (in the name of islam, in the name of your god) me hope you all will understand me concept


  30. avatar
    captainmission | 16 January 2006 at 10:53 pm #

    I am not sure of the Blog ettequite in responding to comments ect, i am a novice blogger myself but i would like to comment upon the MJNJR post above.
    While I see the fundamental logic in your argument, i don’t think religion being wiped out would make any difference to the human condition. If it was not religious beliefs it would be political, if not political, dietary, theres always an excuse to have a scapegoat, a conflict a protagonist needs an antagonist as much as the antagonist needs a protagonist. The solution lies in the individual, the process has been around for thousands of years, most indigionous cultures understand it, most shamanic and mystical processes incorporate it and it brings them harmony and peace. We as western cultures seem to be only intrested in surpressing the esoteric root of our lands, in the US it has been totally destroyed, in Australia it is being slowly dismantelled. The further removed we get from this the more complex our situation becomes, the more our natures become corrupted. I am not advocating a return to pre technology i am refering to a part of the brain that has been de evolved through bad food, drug companies and unquestioned dogma.
    The war on terror is just a manifestation of the war within an increasing number of humanity.
    Anyway’s enough ramblin from me, when’s Steve get back, i kinda miss those am fixes?

  31. avatar
    Handyman | 16 January 2006 at 11:00 pm #

    Amen, Captain M! Amen!

  32. avatar
    mark | 16 January 2006 at 11:13 pm #

    Luff ya stuff SK! Hope ya enjoying the big sky on your bush walk.

    You right there’s no black or white here!
    Im a migrant from South Africa, you would know you that you have a reasonable fan base down the bottom of Afrika.Ever thought of playing across there?

  33. avatar
    Zimparumpazoo | 17 January 2006 at 12:58 am #

    Damn that was good.

    As depressing as things are globally, there’s still hope, because there’s a little Bohemianism in everyone. Even the max straight Bush has a glimmer of it. Or at least had a glimmer of it when he was younger–before he found pseudo-Jesus.

    Now I don’t realistically think that Bush will change his spots and create a Department of Dope Smoking and Painting, but I do think that enough people in the U.S. have seen Bush and his ilk for what they are, and will not support that camp the next time around. After all, there were hobbits even in Mordor!

    Enjoy the Bushwalkin.

  34. avatar
    Tony Pucci | 17 January 2006 at 8:51 am #

    Great discussion, Steve.
    We are all multi-faceted.
    If you’re having a bad day
    and want to vent, I’ll stay out of your way. It’s your day, it’s your way, have some space.
    If you are in a giving mood, bloggy-wise, then that’s enjoyable too.
    Either way, you know puccifish
    thinks the world of ya.

    Funny how easy it is to label people. I always thought David Lee Roth was a first-class wanker. And for a long time, he probably was! Did you know he was recently discovered back in the area where he grew up, anonomously working as a paramedic on an ambulance? When they (the press) tried to connect him with his past, he’d have nothing to do with it. It was time to give to others and not be some image. I applaude that.

  35. avatar
    12str | 17 January 2006 at 2:18 pm #

    we are all creatures great and small…brave and scared..wise and stupid.
    who are we to judge
    who are we to be judged
    judge and jury?
    everything equals up in the end..
    the truth will always catch up with you.
    choose life….

  36. avatar
    RONIN | 17 January 2006 at 11:41 pm #

    Excellent, Steve! Just keep doing your thing and don’t pay the naysayers no mind (not that you ever did).

    As you can see from the comments here, you’ve got lotsa fans who love what you do…

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