posted on June 15, 2011 at 6:42 pm

temporary magic 7

i fucking love rocknroll

love its myths and characters

love its ups n downs

love its snakes and its ladders

love its ritual love its symbolism

love its tradition love its innovation

love its winners love more its losers

i love to fucking rock and lemme tell ya its a loada fun

man you can just say whatever you want

man you can just play whatever you want

every song should have everything in it

not much you cant put in a rock song

except mundanity and tepidness

then you got pop i guess

you can be rock and still pop

but you cant be pop and then rock

is it love that makes us rock ?sang marco boleyn

a deeply profound and deceptively simple question

because what the fuck does make us rock after all if it is not love?

love of your baby

love of your friend

love of your brother and sister

love of this earth

love of anything even if its bad i suppose

rock is so subtle and so obvious

rock to describe feelings no other artform can or even tries to

a wild hedonistic pagan spirituality steeped in its own icon and iconoclast

a collision between black rhythm indian drone white melody

if he were alive homer would be rocking and william shakespeare too

gilgamesh was a rocker so was lucifer the naughty one

jesus could do lovely ambient stuff and beautiful folk

but once in the temple with the money changers he really rocked

he blew em away with a blast of proto rock rapping

had the phucking pharisees bopping in their kaftans baby

oh yes jesus could write lyrics too …are you kidding me?

ask nicky cave for example…..

throw in a bit of jesus into a bit of the old murder malarkey

and you got some new profound trip happening before you can say amen

oh yeah napoleon rocked too

he fucking brought the house down

charisma in spades a proto beatles hairdo and sgt peppers get up

hand in his jacket as a gimmick

a french salon groupie slut for a wife

hes like the artist formerly known as prince in whatever century that was

fuckin’ hannibal barca …i mean how rocking was this freakin’ druid?

he fuckin’ well rocked rome and that was a hard city to crack

buddha was a brian eno type but nevertheless rock

krishna is like a hindu ziggy stardust complete with tragic ending

but whilst burning bright he was androgynous and beautifully weird

just like ziggy!

houdini was a rocker n he rocked in spades

he was dazzling and he left em gasping

rasputin was alice cooper and percy shelly was peter frampton

guy fawkes was the clash

caligula was marilyn manson

nero was courtney taylor taylor

king henry the eighth was elvis

robespierre was rage against the machine

dr john dee was john lennon

isaac newton was paul mccartney

gandhi was george harrison

doubting thomas was ringo starr

archduke ferdinand was pete best

louis pasteur was george martin

fuck i dunno

liszt was rog adultery

dante was um….me…according to a secret doctrine adhered to by certain people

panthers rock

cheetahs rock

wolves rock like a heavy metal band

eagles rock

falcons rock

bears dont rock

squirrels dont rock

sharks rock but its vicious cold rock like the velvets

dolphins are easy listening rock

swans are jeff buckley

kittens are richard from the underground lovers

pandas are kiss

fire is rock sometimes air rocks too

water rarely rocks and earth never

male is rock female is rock

but in the right ratio

too much male and you got a building site

too much female and you got a bridal boutique

too much young you got a cartoon

too much old you got a game of fucking cricket

rock is also wore and piece

too much war you got yer johnny rotten

too much peace you got the friggin’ thompson twins

too much thought you got rick wakeman

too little thought you got robbie williams

blah blah blah

go and rock on then

in the free and freer worlds

in the far distant past and future to the birthday present day

rock is the answer

the question

the equation

the spell

the need

the reason

we rock because we love


56 Responses to “essay revealing absolute zero”

  1. avatar
    meg manestar | 15 June 2011 at 7:12 pm #

    dude..that has to be the funniest and greatest peice of writing you have written…legend.

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    ilkka lahti | 15 June 2011 at 7:14 pm #

    I LOVE this text, and I love play, to write, to listen.
    Rock music is a free playing field for feelings, for stories, for askings, for cryings, for rocking, for soul-searching, for really everything!
    You just need instruments and some people, and there you go!
    Jesus, Gandhi and Buddha would have rocked well together, I guess??!!;)

  3. avatar
    aisatsu | 15 June 2011 at 7:53 pm #

    SCORE! This is great. Can’t stop grinning. Plus the true stuff too.

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    hellbound heart | 15 June 2011 at 8:21 pm #

    damn it I rock because it makes me bloody happy and I rock because it can make me forget I’ve had a shitty day and I rock because it makes me shake my ass and I rock because it can make me feel like getting down and dirty with the one I love and I rock because it’s the only thing that really matters sometimes….
    love always……

  5. avatar
    captain mission | 15 June 2011 at 8:23 pm #

    there’s some classic lines in here, yeah love rocks.

  6. avatar
    rockerpete | 15 June 2011 at 9:03 pm #

    Rock N Roll is a kick in the groin!!!

  7. avatar
    princey | 15 June 2011 at 9:36 pm #

    Too right! 🙂

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    Karen | 15 June 2011 at 9:43 pm #

    yes I love my rock & I love my roll no wraps though
    & I love nicky cave too & neil & pf & sk & the church & many many others..Ive loved music for years & years years
    many thanks

  9. avatar
    Ade | 15 June 2011 at 10:27 pm #

    Like it…..Rock- in a nutshell……and The Church is Space?

  10. avatar
    andy | 15 June 2011 at 10:38 pm #


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    bc | 15 June 2011 at 10:49 pm #

    A devine energy indeed…
    rock-on master sk!

  12. avatar
    Lara | 15 June 2011 at 11:49 pm #

    Made me smile. And yes, Mr. Alighieri seems a pretty good match. De vulgari eloquentia.

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    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 16 June 2011 at 12:30 am #

    When we were born, ripped from the cosmos, drifting with pure energy in and out of all dimensional spaces-places-time…the contract specifically stated that a pulsating beat, a heartbeat, would be what defines our existence. We wanted a 4/4 but settled for what we have (slight sacrifice made). We can change it up, race it…slow it to a crawl, and in sad instances…we can stop it on our own. But it is our interior beat, our bodies version of rhythm…of Rock and Roll. And you summed it up so nice, clear and easy, in your opening sentence…

    I Fuckin love rocknroll

    Your in the Hall, recognized as a innovator, a creator, a personal relationship with R n R , and for that…your contribution… I/we are forever thankful.

    But if none of that happened. We all would still feel your heartbeat. Your sign and sealed contract. Your souls beat of R n R. You would have reached us all even if music did not exist.

    Thanks for all you have done for the many of us to enjoy and to pass on. My heart just races thinking about it. Your pure essence is RocknRoll Killer !!!!!

    Now I’m gonna throw on Chaos and turn that fucker nice and loud so my surrounding peers will feel real R n R !!!!

    Darrin K.

  14. avatar
    Freddie | 16 June 2011 at 12:57 am #

    Yeah!! Long live rock!
    Love it! 😀

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    SecondSightMusic | 16 June 2011 at 2:15 am #

    That was funny and insightful at once. (so this blog was rocking like ’10cc’??) & the last line sums it up well. Art is Love, Love is Art. Thats why there is so much less good music today….the love just doesnt seem to be around as much as greed slowly seems to be taking over. So many lyrics about “me me me, I want moneyyyy” vs creating something beautiful to share with the world or sharing a loving perspective on life through song, or just creating some nice vibes for its own sake…

  16. avatar
    david | 16 June 2011 at 2:48 am #

    …by all means ..rock on..

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    . | 16 June 2011 at 4:06 am #

    rock is a roll of the contemporary dice
    it lives in stages in the not-so-good and very nice
    given an opportunity, it can multiply and divide
    it sings beautiful melodies or howls beneath the moonlight
    it adapts when it struggles and knows when to fight
    it’s a stream of creative energy that stays up all night
    it endures and transforms through the fabric of time
    rock is what you make it, yours is yours and mine is mine
    it inspires generations to remember the good things in life
    or it can remind them of the misery that visits from time to time
    rock is a old song that inspires you to give someone another try
    it can soothe the soul and encourage even enemies to see eye to eye
    it’s a post-it note reminding us to reach our goals, do or die
    rock is the buried treasure we discover and plunder in our minds
    it’s the vanilla ice cream on top of a warm apple pie
    it’ll never die
    it’s not a lie
    said i

  18. avatar
    Ellen | 16 June 2011 at 5:26 am #

    Love today’s blog entry!

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    Donna | 16 June 2011 at 7:38 am #

    I think this is the funniest thing you’ve done since your “abode” video. I laughed out loud at the “sharks rock but it’s vicious cold rock” and “pandas are kiss”. I’ll never look at them the same way again! Jeff Buckley a swan? Well, he was beautiful.

    Where would we be without rock music? Thanks for your wildly appreciated contribution, Dante, you rockin’ poet, you!

  20. avatar
    Lisa | 16 June 2011 at 7:59 am #

    A squirrel was asked, “What do you want to do with your life?”
    He replies, “I wanna ROCK!” Cue Twisted Sister…..

  21. avatar
    Ess | 16 June 2011 at 8:31 am #

    love that hard lovin energy in this

  22. avatar
    Once | 16 June 2011 at 10:00 am #

    Yeah, the phrase is used a lot here. When you do something, people might say, “You rock!”

    But inherent in that is more than, “Well done!” Here, it’s used when someone overcomes the odds, solves a problem, and survives the aftermath. Ya gotta have the follow-thru.

    THAT is rocking.

    Oh, and I think that Jesus would most likely have been Bob Dylan, but who knows???

  23. avatar
    Cocoamo | 16 June 2011 at 10:41 am #

    You make us laugh so hard.

    It is sooooo wonderful that you are immersed in something you love so much, and that you have contributed such priceless masterpieces to the body of rock. (We haven’t thanked you enough recently).

    And love…that is the thing isn’t it?

    Great blog (case in point!)

    Your Friend in Pennsylvania

  24. avatar
    mattyc | 16 June 2011 at 10:47 am #

    “…someone takes his pants off and the rafters knock,
    rock is dead they say…
    and Winston Churchill is Bib Pectin…

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    Kristina | 16 June 2011 at 11:45 am #

    Was watching a Jarvis Cocker clip the other night on Rage, (“Don’t Let Him Waste Your Time”…the one where he’s the taxi driver), and couldn’t help thinking that he’s looking a lot like you these days, Steve.
    Or vice versa.
    Must be the glasses or something…
    You’re quite a bit better looking though.

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    Kristina | 16 June 2011 at 12:43 pm #

    nero was courtney taylor taylor
    buddha was a brian eno type but nevertheless rock

    You bet! But who were Anton Newcombe and the eternally elegant Mr Ferry ??

    • avatar
      thetimebeing | 16 June 2011 at 3:26 pm #

      anton newcombe is john the baptist n and bryan ferry is tyrone power

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        Kristina | 16 June 2011 at 5:35 pm #

        Absolutely perfect for both!
        He lived a reclusive life in the desert and ate locusts and wild honey
        Can well imagine Anton as John.

        Wonder if Bryan modelled himself on Tyrone…or perhaps Clarke Gable?

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        david | 16 June 2011 at 7:51 pm #

        …and who may i ask was kilbey?

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    Ess | 16 June 2011 at 12:45 pm #

    you are about to receive a call from the prison of earthly misery
    if you do not wish to receive this call hang up now
    so sweet of you to offer officer
    so sweet of you to notice that my needs may not be met
    and yes i do feel the urge to go but my follow through is faulty, still
    and it’s over within minutes, i know, surely less than a lashing, or a toe nail extraction
    or an electric current bending, breaking flesh and mind,
    taking us all to the bowels of human kind
    i do feel your pain oh my stranger friends, but can’t you just see
    that your pain is not mine and must wear out in its bearers
    that i have mediated much more than my load in this life
    that i have buckled long ago under your ghostly patch of road
    that you took away each and every love that i loved
    that you filled my life with all and every thing that i loathed
    that my loves and desires were buried under your gravel
    that my face still wears the wire from all of your fencing
    and i am not mother fucking theresa who may have been a fraud
    and i am not your earthly service waiting for every fucking call
    i don’t know how it went so far
    and it’s really my own fault
    and i know i’m nearly out but the last mile is the hardest
    and the last shreds of shrapnel are ripping as they tear
    if you offer a hand creatively shared i will take it any day
    but if you drain my love and drink from my well you will not come my way

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    caitbrid | 16 June 2011 at 2:42 pm #

    I haven’t been here in a while. I love this! My local music scene just lost one of our great rock’n’roll/punk/garage stars. I just read his obit and then I logged on and read this. It’s so perfect and you dried my tears SK! Thank you! My friend Mark would have enjoyed this. He was a great supporter of my music when I was starting out. My first band was called the Eaves but before we settled on that we opened for Mark’s band and he introduced us as Satan’s Love Slaves and he always called us that. Thanks again Steve! I love you!!
    Kathleen in Philly

  29. avatar
    yup/nup | 16 June 2011 at 3:22 pm #

    if love makes it rock
    what makes it roll

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    wore | 16 June 2011 at 4:29 pm #

    from the rock
    banging on me as i carry it along
    rock is wore round
    round and round
    wearing me down
    giving me the answer in song
    singing fe fi fiddly i o
    someone’s in the kitchen with
    dinah, strumming on the old banjo

  31. avatar
    . | 16 June 2011 at 4:34 pm #

    “a winter’s day, in a deep and dark december…”

  32. avatar
    Ryan | 16 June 2011 at 4:51 pm #

    great blog killa! loved the historical equivalencies.

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    Anonymous | 16 June 2011 at 5:28 pm #

    part of cantos not then print within before: as in heaven so is rock n roll(?) and as both end to bring the greater good, paridiso’s comedy is hell once understood… (and also that hell is really really long and better created by man than paradise, like Beatrice, always too fleeting? and: I always thought of Bolan as Chaucer’s dialect imbedded in pastoral lyrics emitted through truly abundant (musical) curls. and not to be forgotten: Rock Me Iggy and Amadeus to the Sound of Musik okay — so one is kinda popish but the man could still paint portraits (that’s rock n roll and Mozart).

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    david duchow | 16 June 2011 at 9:13 pm #


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    Boriah | 16 June 2011 at 9:52 pm #

    You forgot Lemmy!!!

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    12str | 16 June 2011 at 10:45 pm #

    Fuckin´great blog SK!!

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    lisa k | 16 June 2011 at 11:00 pm #

    “Too much peace you got the friggin’ Thompson Twins” That’s so funny! (and so true) Thanks for the laugh today.

  38. avatar
    verdelay | 17 June 2011 at 2:45 am #

    I am he
    As you are he
    As you are me and
    We are Alighieri

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    mattyc | 17 June 2011 at 7:15 am #

    and salvador dali was robert fripp
    kurt vonnegut, paul simon
    daniel boone, neil young
    miss piggy, lady gaga

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    Ess | 17 June 2011 at 2:14 pm #

    no relevance to anything…

    now lodged inside another transit, longer this time
    on my way to another redemption, or to any damn oblivion
    and it’s so brilliantly bright in here
    the bread is all white and the palaces lie lurid in some splendid spangle
    with jaguars roaming their pride and bmw’s that don’t laugh out loud
    and gates that shade over all that wakes inside cages without a flower
    and women who can’t seem to frown, pushing their hair over there just so
    and men in striped sullen suits, holding their throats in stiffened groans
    but my anglo irish skin does recognise its own here
    and if i said i had no home they would say this couldn’t be so
    and if i said i was a gypsy they would say she speaks too sweetly
    they would say i have too much breeding to not be financially exceeding
    and aren’t you living in that lovely white house?
    and surely you will go back to your very own home?
    and aren’t we all doing so well for ourselves?
    and aren’t we all wallowing in our deserved wealth?
    but perhaps i’m turning feral and not even knowing
    and maybe my hair needs more downlights and less straggling tramp
    but they can’t see me anyhow, except for just that man
    rolling under my indifference when i walked beside the water
    and now when i see him i cross to the other side
    my body unhinged and baited by his aging italian beauty
    his eyes taking me downward with his nonchalant borrowed glance
    whispering stay lady stay inside an old familiar expanse
    i catch the banter of women babbling on by:
    ‘he was a lovely man but not very considerate’
    ‘i realise now as you get older you lose the fat on your back’
    ‘she lost 10 kilos’
    ‘five hours is a long time’
    it all seems so new this nomadic life i wander
    everything to discover, nothing hurting too deep
    but i see the smoke still billowing from all those burning bridges
    and the glare keeps shining on from all those polished slates
    and it was always thus in my mass of contradictions
    not walking from commitment but balking at entrapment
    how could i become such a cliché?
    how will i stop my nomad roaming?
    i have taken my road so far that i won’t know how to merge
    if another lies inside my breath and wakes with sleeping torrents

    • avatar
      thetimebeing | 17 June 2011 at 3:34 pm #

      you should have your own blog ess

      • avatar
        Ess | 17 June 2011 at 4:48 pm #

        i do have a lot of stuff that doesn’t know where to go or what form to take
        and i think ess is finding me some new ground here
        i am trying to write a book (non-fiction) at the moment but not getting much done –
        i don’t know where it needs to go and i can only wait for it to appear with honesty.
        i think i like what you write here (one reason anyway) because it is so uniquely alive and honestly yours and it isn’t a slave to its form, and that is so hard to find. And you do tell a mean story with your beautiful words.

      • avatar
        Ess | 17 June 2011 at 5:13 pm #

        and forgot to say how much I am loving listening to White Magic the last few days

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    heidi | 17 June 2011 at 2:58 pm #

    Attila the Hun, love it! I know under all those brambles lies a big marshmallow heart.

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    El Boracho | 17 June 2011 at 3:41 pm #

    So who was Gram Parsons analagous to Steve?
    Also do Foxes rock? This band sweeping the world called Fleet Foxes sound like perfect elevator music…is this a genre? it sure as hell isn’t rock or anything close. I thought David Gates and Bread or Gordon fucking Lightweight had the market cornered on that sound but I guess every generation repeats itself…

    • avatar
      thetimebeing | 17 June 2011 at 5:30 pm #

      i agree with you about fleet foxes but the actual fox is a real mean rocker i reckon

  43. avatar
    Once | 18 June 2011 at 10:44 am #

    Cats don’t rock.

    (They’re above all that.)

  44. avatar
    El Boracho | 19 June 2011 at 3:46 am #

    Damn Steve, I just read this again. That was a brilliant post. One of the best bits written on rock n roll I’ve ever read.

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