posted on June 4, 2007 at 5:25 am

im back
as i swim n do yoga
i say to my self
what canni feed the fiendss today?
mostly i never know
just like now
i know there are things you want to hear about
but my “creativity” wont go where i want it to
so i let it do what it wants
hence no heyday story
and no
50 things you didnt know about ttb
no mentions of commenters
and all that
i mean
theres so much i could do each day
i never foresaw the commenter thing
when i started
well i didnt foresee anything did i
a bad idea
more time in fronna a computer
jus’ what the doctor didnt order
but that peter podcaste
who is a good mate of mine
oh we’re like brothers really
peter ‘e kept saying
thou shalt blogge beeing
but we never discussed the comments
its grown outta nowhere
suddenly…
theres commenters
and readers who never comment
and others still
still
one thing that is simply laughable
is some notion that this whole thing was started
so i could bathe daily in the glow of praise
or that i wanna cultivate a clique of little beeings
all saying yes master
oh its so far from the truth
you gotta beleave it
i aint into it
im just saying it for the people who occaisionally imply it
please feel free to do as you please
and let the others all do the same
so im just gonna write for a while here
about something
about playing a guitar or something
about writing some songs i wrote once upon a time
these songs i was singing to myself
in the cold grey of some northern winter
and in the half light of my sydney room
and i was coming up with these bits n peaces
i would scribble it down on a mental note
and put it in storage
all my adventures
in italy
in brazil
in america
in scandanavia
as i wandered this wide world
and i rambled and now i just ramble
sitting in a cafe in rome
ordering some gnocchi n red wine
howcome every thing here tastes so good
the bread just on its own…
so im eating this bread
and i dunno who im talking to
some promoter some fan
some eye-talian geezer
and im talking talking
and hes talking n talking
but in my head
im writing this tiny little song
and im imagining something
a melody line
a wonderful night outdoors
an avenue in paris in 1899
lanterns people talking and laughing
oh the long dead women
in my song i start to feel so sad
for all those women from that evening who were oh so alive
each one ….not a trace remains
no one who would remember them still alive
and in my mind i play a minor chord
and in italy at the restaurant the guy is saying
but steve blah blah blah
and slurping down the redwine
and im vibrating to the music of the eternal city
and inside the music takes a downturn into
heavy handed maudlin burlesque
a big guitar descends down n down as it hits the chorus
another part of my mind is uncertain
but im trying to concentrate a little on what the guy said
blah blah blah he said
oh i say
how do you say that in italian?
blah blah blah? he says
yes i say
oh its untranslatable
im just saying it cos i know you werent listening to me
yes i was say i
what was i saying then? he says
you were saying that …….um
then ploogy drives up on a vespa w/ an italian girl
the dinner arrives
we even smoke some hash
its outdoors n no one notices
we play a kinda bowling game next to the restaurant
and ploogy bowls a ball at the guys feet
and the guys really miffed
inside the song is still going
and im remembering a lot of details
i hear it all the french horns the lot
the roman night envelopes us in its bonhomie
more redwine
more hash
some more people turn up
we keep on bowling this weird game
in this little track
its so unlikely
and i keep writing in my head
and keep track of all the other voices
the ones saying youre pathetic
the one saying youre perfect
the ones saying who cares
the ones saying ooh la la
etc
you can imagine
im sure
all that input
im trying to juggle it all
im trying to understand it
im trying to forget myself
pages fly off a calendar
and the screen whirls around n around
its all gone from me
just like that avenue
heading towards that memoryless state
that possessionless place
that great equalizer
hurtling along changing character
shedding my skin
putting on another lifemask
and now todays gone forever too
i hoped for so much
to get so much done
never mind being
tonite more work on martin kennedy song
tomorrow more work on so lo record
keep wrestling with myself
keep cowering from my shadow
my memories crowd in on me now
but soon one day
i will have to relinquish them
and stand naked before space and time
choose a new costume
and jump out of the box
and say
ha ha ha!
its me
im back!

72 Responses to “egotistical ramblings tuppence ha’penny a barrel”

  1. avatar
    Anonymous | 4 June 2007 at 7:00 am #

    No comment.

    B.Bon

  2. avatar
    chrome3d | 4 June 2007 at 7:02 am #

    Thanks for italian ramble.

  3. avatar
    eek | 4 June 2007 at 7:26 am #

    Wow, reading that made me dizzy. I thoroughly enjoyed it! πŸ™‚

    re: comments — I wonder what would happen if you turned off the comments section entirely for say a month. Would we all still read TTB every day? Would we congregate elsewhere to make comments? Would we start/continue our own blogs and comment there? Would we just not comment at all? Would subscriptions drop? Would they go up? If the comments were turned off for a month and then turned back on would the number of comments and commenters be greater than now? Fewer? the same?

    That could be a really interesting experiment. πŸ™‚

  4. avatar
    fantasticandy | 4 June 2007 at 7:37 am #

    sans comments = time being lite.

    steve,
    why do the most vivid recolections of life on the road always feature
    ritchie?

    will you tell?…..someday?
    quizically yours,
    andy L.

  5. avatar
    public savant | 4 June 2007 at 8:27 am #

    before i exile myself outta shame
    i want to state the obvious
    that i’m churlish
    childish
    pathetic
    petulant
    and were i to say anything else after this
    downright annoying
    and not to mention irrelevant
    yes that’s right
    at no point did i think any of this this had the slightest thing to do with me
    i haven’t read other comments for months
    i’m not trying to appropriate airtime
    or scramble for attention
    i just thought our connection had lapsed
    and my bereavement emerged as meaningless bile

    i apologise
    and i’ll clear off now

    i bought mimesis today
    i don’t know how i’ll refrain from commenting upon it

  6. avatar
    Anonymous | 4 June 2007 at 8:36 am #

    welcome to this page,on the calendar..this time and space,means mo disrespect ,nor does it mean for you to be fearful of your shadow.. Toulouse lautrec had a muse/whore,you can feel her in his work…one of my favourites of his..is/was.a sketch..it was a glove{obviously slipped off in a frenzy}so animatedly draped on and over 3 stairs…its sugguestion and deep longin,sweet frustrated sadness… ya know….yeah,yeah…I ramble too…..a drunk in the street today {obviously sensing on some level,that i was lost”in my own f%^#ing street”}attempted “verbal support”…..”gee,larve…oi know ya bloind….but larve….yorr ferry,ferry pppriddy!”…i cried.right there on the footpath…I prefer my own world…In my mind all colours are untainted.melodies dance out of and into control…any who have seen my paintings..”i want to live in your imagination”…what im saying is …every dayin my mind is a carnival of magic and spectacle,,if you ever need a holiday from yours..love,genx xxxxxx

  7. avatar
    Leelinau | 4 June 2007 at 9:11 am #

    I think we
    ALL
    need to lighten
    the fuck up

    cuz…
    this will be
    OVER
    before we know it

    ^_^

    β™₯

  8. avatar
    Anonymous | 4 June 2007 at 10:18 am #

    i agree with leelinau…life’s to short to be running scared from shadows and wanting to relinquish our memories…our life makes us what we are (good and bad memories)and the whole thing reminds me of painting…warm and cool colours…elements that come together to make something beautiful and unique and of value…you relinquish your memories steve and you’ll lose so much of yourself…so don’t…
    -The Hellbound Heart

  9. avatar
    malcolm arkey | 4 June 2007 at 10:44 am #

    Of Diaries, Blogs, Journals and Such.
    ————————————————
    “It all depends on the mind of the diarist.
    Affection, faith, learning, gentleness –
    these are the qualities of the mind.
    It all depends on the sort of person you are.
    Slightly self-centred,
    and yet curious about life,
    not too old or too young,
    a little on the stout side,
    a lover of good things to eat and drink
    and of the beauty of women –
    one who enjoys tidbits of innocent gossip,
    one who forgives his enemies
    and is merciful to animals –
    such are the components of the ideal diarist.
    Keeping a journal,
    besides being a forgivable vanity,
    is also an act of devotion.
    Lovers keep journals of their meetings,
    sailors of their adventures,
    soldiers of their battles,
    courtiers of their day at court,
    students of their discoveries –
    each man after his own heart.”

    (Richardson Wright, 1929)

  10. avatar
    Anonymous | 4 June 2007 at 10:50 am #

    Richey in the best on the road yarns cos he n Steve roomed together, no?

    Steve, looking back now, can you make any sense of your late 80s interest in drum machines? Ok, Ploog’s probably the last bloke to have been suited to playing to a click track, but fuck, man, drum machines are worse! D’yer ever wish y’d not been so hellbent on strict time? Mind you, the drum machine wouldn’t have said that stuff about doing GAF in LA cos of Donette, I guess, so…

  11. avatar
    veleska1970 | 4 June 2007 at 10:54 am #

    hi, steve, everybody~~…..very busy weekend i had. my nephew and his wife had their first baby, so now i’m a grand-aunt (or great-aunt, which is proper??) if anybody’s inner-ested, i have a few pix of the little angel on my photoblog, in all of his 6-pound, 14-ounce glory: http://veleska1970.blogspot.com/

    wow, when i’m away from the TTB for a while, all the excitement seems to happen!! people mentioned, people not mentioned, people being pissed off about it….hmmph. i will say that i don’t come here looking for recognition. this blog isn’t about me, anyway. i have my own for that purpose, although on occasion in here i do mention things going on in my life, but us fiendss all do that, and i guess after having a rapport with people for over a year, it’s impossible not to.

    “my memories crowd in on me now
    but soon one day
    i will have to relinquish them
    and stand naked before space and time
    choose a new costume
    and jump out of the box
    and say
    ha ha ha!
    its me
    im back!”
    this has to be one of the best lines you have written in the past year and a half of this thing, steve. you never cease to amaze!!

    ********

    while on the subject of the other fiendss~~mattdavison, sorry to hear about that demon you have in your shadow. hopefully you can find the strength to kick his ass and vanquish him from your life for good.

    jj~~how’s your dad?

    andy~~how are you?

    and to everybody else~~best wishes and feel-good vibes are being sent your way…. πŸ™‚

    lotza love……

  12. avatar
    Anonymous | 4 June 2007 at 11:43 am #

    ‘Great Aunt’ in England. Northern England, at least…

  13. avatar
    fantasticandy | 4 June 2007 at 12:08 pm #

    ‘Great Aunt veleska’,
    iv’e been more worried about you!
    running off like that and taking all those pix!
    ahhhh, ‘fifteen mins old’…bless.
    good luck girl!
    love,
    andy L.

    p.s. genx…. i found your entry today very moving.

  14. avatar
    isolde | 4 June 2007 at 12:11 pm #

    thats interesting the italy experience that’s a bit like morphic resonance, see rupert sheldrake, as in being able to feel the sense of a place, how do we know things he asks is it inherited how do birds and whales remember migration patterns that sort of stuff … residual memories in a landscape that some people can tune into. i read in the paper today that elephants put their trunk to the ground and hear messages from other elephants that way also through their feet

    i tried reading ttb through a reader/feeder for a week and it was different, white background no comments good in a way, kind of detached, depends on mood and or other commitments, but opportunity for comments is half the fun of it, its very helpful to see other people’s reactions to things and give yerself a reality check etc
    i would really miss the commenters esp battered sav from canby and some others and they know who they are altho i wish i knew who some of them are and whether they are eachother will i find out before the end of the book?

    i think its cool that we are amusing ourselves and nobody else is making any money out of us, thats a good feeling isn’t it like we are having a singalong around the piano or something like that, you know, making do, nothing fancy just a bit of fun and a larf and who knows where its going to go

  15. avatar
    Anonymous | 4 June 2007 at 12:53 pm #

    ..did someone say…singalong around the piano…?

    Splendid idea!

    Altogether now…..!

    Knees up Mother Brown
    Knees up Mother Brown
    Knees up, knees up
    Never let the breeze up
    Knees up Mother Brown!

    Does anyone know all the words to ‘Roll out the Barrel’…?

    Joyce?

    Anyone?

    B.Bon

  16. avatar
    Miranda | 4 June 2007 at 12:56 pm #

    I think that anon meant an out of time Ploogy would’ve been better than an in-time drum machine. Have to say I agree.
    However, if none of that had gone down, we wouldn’t have had Tim and if we hadn’t had Tim, who knows if there would’d’ve been any more Church after SA ?
    “Everything begins and ends at exactly the right time and place”
    (Picnic At Hanging Rock – how was that for an Ozzie dreamtime movie? And as for The Last Wave…).

  17. avatar
    Anonymous | 4 June 2007 at 1:01 pm #

    i quite liked that one. the bread does taste better when you are there. r.

  18. avatar
    John Garratt | 4 June 2007 at 1:32 pm #

    Bowling for song…!

    John Garratt

  19. avatar
    don joe | 4 June 2007 at 1:51 pm #

    Thanks again for another cryptic Heyday story..correct to presume “Youth Worshipper”?.
    Anyways, that’s my take on it. I so love singing that song to self when in an indulgent part of Melbourne or watching some plastic fantastic yankee actress prattling on about twat; the depravity.
    “The guys with the brains are all bitter and vain…The guys with the luck get the bimbos n bux…liquidity” You have a lyric to suit ANY mood, ANY situation etc. Just too observant of what is and twists to boot…”too bad you 3 know what it’s for” That lyric is pure genious also…ah had betta goo! Oh couldnae get your mum’s book off o KH….sold out?
    And the blog was again, pictorial to say the least…could smell the gnochi n vino..

    ML,
    don joe

  20. avatar
    don joe | 4 June 2007 at 1:53 pm #

    ..And ditto the vibes Veleska:)

  21. avatar
    CSTCoach | 4 June 2007 at 2:10 pm #

    “all my adventures
    in italy
    in brazil
    in america
    in scandanavia”

    brazil too? were you in south america? interesting idea percolating, will mail ya bout it…

    “tomorrow more work on so lo record”

    yeah? that’s great news!!!

    eek – if the comments were turned off, i’d certainly still be here each day reading πŸ™‚ though it has been nice to interact with so many interesting people, to read their reactions and thoughts, people from all different walks of life, all over the world, whether we’re in agreement or not. Kinda like getting their reactions to new choich songs or music, and comparing those to your own.

    veleska – congrats πŸ™‚

    veleska wrote: “although on occasion in here i do mention things going on in my life, but us fiendss all do that, and i guess after having a rapport with people for over a year, it’s impossible not to.”

    i agree, and think its a good thing. there’s some good people on here, and i’m always happy to hear when someone is doing well, and always saddened to hear when things aren’t going well. it’d be weird to ignore the other commentors, kinda like showing up in the same classroom day after day but pretending you don’t know anyone…

    its been a pleasure starting the morning off with ya, Being and fellow fiendss

    ryan
    ryan

  22. avatar
    persephone2u | 4 June 2007 at 2:33 pm #

    Your comment about the long dead women just reminded me of a page out of Thomas deQuincey’s Confessions of an Opium-Eater where deQuincey goes into an opium trance and conjures up long buried beauties from the past. Lovely blog today!

  23. avatar
    veleska1970 | 4 June 2007 at 2:57 pm #

    thanks, ryan, for the congrats AND verbalizing what i guess i had implied~~i’m always interested in the goings-on of my fellow fiendss, too. and i’ve made some wonderful friends through here, as well.

    steve, in reference to what you said the other day about this blog more or less taking on a life of its own, i betcha didn’t expect friendships to be formed, huh? i guess none of us did. a gazillion thank-yous, steve and twice as many hugs. πŸ™‚

  24. avatar
    brigante | 4 June 2007 at 3:06 pm #

    Church in Brazil?
    Wasn’t that Ploog’s final curtain?
    Where he finally fucked up, kicked his kit over, threw the bits about and came close to attacking Steve?
    I know Ye Time Being won’t tell us if we ask for anything specifically, but fuck, that’d be a yarn worth hearing from SK’s perspective, eh?

  25. avatar
    Brien Comerford | 4 June 2007 at 3:24 pm #

    Australia has two great vegetarian music stars. Steve Kilbey the prolofic hybrid of John Lennon, David Gilmour, Roger Waters and Bono(at times). Kilbey has been consistenly brilliant since Priest=Aura. In stark contrast there is Judith Durham the lead singer of the legendary Seekers. The music is folk but it is very enjoyable and solacing. She is a spiritual person with a celestial voice. Kilbey also creates ethereal music accompanied by the Church’s fantastic guitarists. Tim Finn is reportedly a veggie and I like his music in small dossages. Time for my sedation medication. This fat veggie is checking out. I have to get off the wholewheat pasta.

  26. avatar
    Anonymous | 4 June 2007 at 3:47 pm #

    Jay Dee was on some crappy BBC punk documentary on saturday night. It was a really shit and often inaccurate programme, but Jay Dee’s attempt at a London accent was worth a smile.
    Who’da thought Viv Albertine of the Slits would end up lookin like a middle-aged tv producer though? What? Oh, she IS a middle-aged tv producer? Ah, now I see…

  27. avatar
    Anonymous | 4 June 2007 at 3:59 pm #

    Wasn’t Jay Dee ‘in a relationship’ with some bloke from Hothouse Flowers?!

  28. avatar
    Todd | 4 June 2007 at 5:10 pm #

    Today seems like an appropriate post from which to step out of the shadows. Have been enjoying your ditties since around the era of THAT song, and wanted to share observation that I can’t think of too many other artists who continue to improve their writing over the span of a quarter century (Karl Wallinger still brilliant, but far less prolific).

    This blog is always a wonderful mix of poetry, memory, introspection, and life. I think, if I were thrust into the role of the man at the keyboard each day, after a few weeks, I would lapse into how crunchy my cornflakes were that morning.

    At what age does it become uncool to deify a rocker?

    — Thomas (who once attempted a version of Monday Morning in 4/4)

  29. avatar
    JJ | 4 June 2007 at 5:42 pm #

    Was that Bocce Ploogy was playing in Rome? Funny Italian bowling game that some friends & I used to play.

    I often think back, wherever I am, to an earlier age of gaslight and horse-drawn carriages, outdoor cafe’s….we’ve lost that intimacy with our surroundings they had, everything flies by now and we’re isolated from it – the trees, cobblestone beneath us, earth, weather, wind – replaced by sodium-light, asphalt, generica, pre-fab, plastica….I miss that sort of connection.

    Valeska – my dad’s doing better, out of hospital, thanks.

  30. avatar
    zebob | 4 June 2007 at 5:50 pm #

    Just chiming in to say I received a gift certificate to iTunes for my birthday, so I promptly fired up ye olde PC and collected the second Jack Frost album. Unfortunately I can’t put it in my physical collection next to the first CD, but this will do for now.
    Didn’t have any luck finding Mimesis there. But, poking around a bit, I found and am currently enjoying the first Karmic Hits podcast. What a treat! Great music, loads of insight from the Kilbey brothers and riotous sibling bickering — for free! Loving it.
    It’s thunder-and-lightning here, the kids are in school, the wife is elsewhere, I’ve taken the day off, have a bit of coffee brewing, so I’m treating myself to some podcasts and some music.
    Over the hill at 37,
    -z

  31. avatar
    Brien Comerford | 4 June 2007 at 6:08 pm #

    Message to SK. You produced an excellent album for Canadian vocalist Mae Moore called “Bohemia”. It was her finest album. I was very miffed to read her notes about you in her “Collected Works” (Best Of) CD. The comments are indeed negative and they should have been kept as confidential and not mentioned at all. I thought she was cool but maybe she is not !

  32. avatar
    Belfrank | 4 June 2007 at 6:11 pm #

    Tell em about the guacamole some time – being!
    Belfy

  33. avatar
    davem | 4 June 2007 at 6:16 pm #

    Solo record??
    Yes! Yes! Yes!!

    davem
    xx

  34. avatar
    ASTEROID JUNO | 4 June 2007 at 6:28 pm #

    blah, blah, blah, this sucks waiting here like me fool…
    mjnjr

  35. avatar
    zebob | 4 June 2007 at 6:39 pm #

    The comments brien is referring to are here:
    http://homepage.mac.com/fipster/church/side-projects/moore-collected-works.html
    I agree, having this sort of detailed information about SK’s (alleged) drug use at the time as part her collected works’ liner notes is a bit odd, but it’s an interesting look at the goings-on at the time.
    -z

  36. avatar
    John Garratt | 4 June 2007 at 7:55 pm #

    B. Bon,

    I’ve been keeping an eye out for your comments, and sometimes I don’t see anything from you for a while. You must have an erratic schedule!

    John Garratt

  37. avatar
    Brien Comerford | 4 June 2007 at 8:02 pm #

    Thank you Zebob. I had no idea that Mae Moore’s remarks were at The Church discography website. I read the actual liner notes at my condominium on Sunday. I was disappointed in Mae Moore. It may not be a big deal at all. I have never met or communicated with Mae Moore. She’s a good singer, a veggie, an organic farmer and her best CD was produced by Kilbey.

  38. avatar
    John Garratt | 4 June 2007 at 8:22 pm #

    Oh, and here’s a lovely (sarcastic tone) review of “Uninvited, Like The Clouds” I found today.

    Be sure to leave your comments. Adam-o is my brother and Ben is a friend of mine.

    John Garratt

  39. avatar
    John Garratt | 4 June 2007 at 8:22 pm #

    http://www.aversion.com/bands/reviews.cfm?f_id=2560

  40. avatar
    eek | 4 June 2007 at 8:24 pm #

    Brien — SK mentioned those liner notes in one of his blogs a while back. If I remember correctly he noted he was dissapointed she did that. And then he commented that she was no angel herself. Zing!! Let your imagination run wild with that comment! :evillaugh:

  41. avatar
    mahatma kane jeeves | 4 June 2007 at 9:08 pm #

    what canni feed the fiendss today? – thats very funny

  42. avatar
    Anonymous | 4 June 2007 at 11:16 pm #

    go veg

  43. avatar
    Anonymous | 4 June 2007 at 11:17 pm #

    solo yes
    martin kennedy record yes
    sk yes
    church yes

    yes yes

  44. avatar
    Anonymous | 4 June 2007 at 11:32 pm #

    dappled

  45. avatar
    kat | 4 June 2007 at 11:34 pm #

    and i’m imagining something
    a melody line
    a wonderful night outdoors
    an avenue in paris in 1899~

    nice to dream of..and i hear you singing this, sk!!

    hey all ttb’ers

  46. avatar
    Anonymous | 4 June 2007 at 11:39 pm #

    andy l,and all thoughtful fiends….and sk…sorry f my comment yesterday was a “bummer”…as we all have experienced…..SOME DAYS ARE BETTER THAN OTHERS! thanks…..am off for a well deserved escapade,with my “eye talian,artiste ,lover”{mmmm …a bit cliche …being that i m a blind redhead of voluptuous proportion}…he is as “immaculately damaged by life”i.e.”fu#%ed up”in the nicest possible way….as some of us are…anyway…,only 12hours to get ready for my flight{i.e. pack and repack…change my outfit 34 and a half times…feel for stray hair,ha ha ……..oh shit!}…see you cats later!!love and hope and joy and peace to ya all,me lovelies…..genx xxxxxxxxxxxx

  47. avatar
    ed in fl | 5 June 2007 at 12:00 am #

    Didn’t think that Mae’s comments were out of line. Sounds like that was the way it was – matter of fact. Steven has mentioned much worse about himself and different periods of his life. Sometimes hard to realize the truth about yourself.

    ed in fl

  48. avatar
    Anonymous | 5 June 2007 at 12:18 am #

    Don’t worry sk, I don’t think any of us want to bow down at your feet and call you “master”, or feed you grapes and wine while the ladies fan you and massage your toes, but you have to admit, just a little bit of pampering would be nice….ha ha!!

    A new solo record from the one and only sk, oooh I can’t wait!

    Have a beautiful today.

    Love,
    Amanda

  49. avatar
    Anonymous | 5 June 2007 at 1:07 am #

    John Garrett-

    I’m here everyday at one time or another….I work at a few different things so my timetable is indeed erratic. If I haven’t commented it’s because I’ve got nowt to say on whatever the subject is. If the topic interests me, however, you will have noticed that I carry on like a pork chop.

    I, personally, think that I comment far too much! Brevity being the soul of wit etc etc.

    Your own inscrutable asides are always enjoyable so indeed I keep an eye out for you too.

    …and of course the quick and clever Isolde as well!

    B.Bon

  50. avatar
    isolde | 5 June 2007 at 4:28 am #

    but of course!

    solo record huh
    how about a cover of that suzi quattro song “fan the fan”

  51. avatar
    Anonymous | 5 June 2007 at 4:48 am #

    if you’re a pork chop b bon
    i’ll break with my regular habits
    and eat you!!
    now, how will you be served?
    one of those neat little cardboard boxes?

  52. avatar
    Anonymous | 5 June 2007 at 4:53 am #

    Thankyou.
    Thankyou for revisiting that warm Roman night and letting us inside that wonderful, beguilng head, the source of all the magic.

    c escherbach canada

  53. avatar
    Anonymous | 5 June 2007 at 6:19 am #

    got a mouth
    full
    of feathers

  54. avatar
    mattdavison | 5 June 2007 at 7:51 am #

    Of Dairies Skins and Hearts……

  55. avatar
    Tony | 5 June 2007 at 7:56 am #

    BOCCE BALL!!!
    I have an anceint set of balls
    my grandfather Pasquale brought from Italy

    good god sk
    the double-meanings
    in this comment!
    I guess both would be true, huh?

    Peace & Love, Master Baritone.
    puccifish

  56. avatar
    flap weasle | 5 June 2007 at 8:25 am #

    Tony we don’t need to hear about your testicles.

    Conkyflapotter

  57. avatar
    Christopher Cross | 5 June 2007 at 8:29 am #

    “Dutch”

    are you down at Big W, on the returns desk tonight?

    Christopher Cross

    Moon & ny city (yes that one)

    Faaark

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    galamor the wizard | 5 June 2007 at 8:38 am #

    So many stories with Ploogy involved lately. What was the deal with sacking him? Do you still catch up with him??

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    Anonymous | 5 June 2007 at 9:46 am #

    love ya,genx xxxxxxxxxciaou meow

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    cita | 5 June 2007 at 10:26 am #

    69 comments…I think ol steve will have given up before 69…do you read all of them COMMENTS? or do you just skim a bit like I do. I never skim through your prose to good to skim I savour every word. Today I liked ‘cowering from my shadow’… we all live with that one. I like having a voice on yer blog. It is cool to be able to say something directly back to the author.

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    NickFiction | 5 June 2007 at 10:31 am #

    whoa , that was quite a wonderful piece, thanks!

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    Krissythegroupie | 5 June 2007 at 12:12 pm #

    Don’t all artists want feedback on what they doooo? Makes sense to me!

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    tristan | 5 June 2007 at 12:23 pm #

    hey b.bon,

    not sure if you’re a boy or girl, but you’d better be careful with your honeyed flattery of Isolde…she’s my girl ya know !!

    tris

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    Anonymous | 5 June 2007 at 12:55 pm #

    Ahhhh…Tristan…I can assure you you are quite safe. This is the internet, remember?

    B.Bon

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    Anonymous | 5 June 2007 at 1:11 pm #

    I dont go back and read after my comments, on account of thoughtless and tasteless humans who have distracted me befour…from my… uh, goals ( golem)et al…Please Let Me Say This…..im sorry for saying your sincerity is limited, etc, etc, you know my barbed lil’ commentia…the udder day…As i’m sure you have heard from countless blurred faces – you have given me much to sing and think to…i’m very very appreciative….however, there are certain things that eat away at me…nuances and inuendos and undefined situations of character and people…Well, i’d rather not go into it…I’m very frustated on behalf of many many things….Not to be acknowledged in this fucking world, with so much to give, I dunno, its some sortof awful joke…and you see, i’m the guy who shoots everyone down or checks their bloody egos….but there is always more to it than yu might think….and when someone attacks me, on my lil ole island of misery and bliss, i fight back at what ever stupid phantoms thrall the air…some of which are your hanger-ons…oh well. You can’t be aware of everything now, can you? sorry as a fuck…unless what i said was truly warranted…oh well, back to my mountain cave and my animals. My staff awaits me…ha ha ha….eh. Have you heard Robin Guthrie’s latest…? nice stuff. Hard to find good music these days, i always say. yellow6/ hmm, just listened to em on mYspace and thought theyt were a tad slow…and uh, well, Nevermind…I know one day i’ll finish my projects…and you can have at me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Hola compadre, best wishes….D*

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    tristan | 5 June 2007 at 2:51 pm #

    phew !

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    Anonymous | 5 June 2007 at 3:00 pm #

    1989: Found a copy of Starfish lurking somewhere secondhand. Took it home where problems roamed yet names could never vex me. The ‘bagpipes’ thru the headphones worked then and as I lie here 17 odd and even years later, I’m reminded of something pleasant I’d discovered, lost, and ultimately found. Time changes even the keenest mind but u seem to have maintained what u meant back when Molly wanted more. I saw the video somewhere. Congrats and thanks for ur indirect part in throwing a light where there was darkness.

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    12str | 5 June 2007 at 4:50 pm #

    S K S O L O A L B U M C A N T W A I T T O H E A R T H I S O N E A T L A S T S T R A I G H T F R O M T H E F A C T O R Y ……………

    happy pat

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    Rik | 5 June 2007 at 5:37 pm #

    I used to busk ‘excerpt from Charlotte Bay parade’. Heh heh, used to confuse ppl when the song ended so quickly.

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    davem | 5 June 2007 at 6:45 pm #

    Headphones on, listening to Beside Yourself.
    Jazz – your voice is just so beautiful Steve. Truly a gift from God.

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    Anonymous | 5 June 2007 at 8:41 pm #

    Da Kilbey Code……

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    Anonymous | 6 June 2007 at 6:26 am #

    krissythegroupie
    when are you going to change your pic again? I’m tired of that one already you big goof.


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