posted on September 7, 2007 at 6:07 am

motel room
cars drive by
brisbane stormy, rainy childe
look in the mirror
fiddle with my guitar
someone rings up
hi steve he says
someone walks around on the floor above
i practice my leonard songs
its lonely this life
must do my yoga
eat muesli n soy milk
drink grape juice
listen to ambient music
do yoga n qi gong
go to venue
do songwriting gig
yeah yeah yeah
i inhaled and i talked for an hour
songwritings this n that
i alternate between confident professor
and shy fool
i open my mouth and the words come forth
something nicely drives the machine
even if im not at the wheel
we answer some q n a
come back to motel
get an angry call from manager about “smoking” in my room
it was incense but hes pretty incensed himself
hes right…i shouldna done it
i meekly n quietly apologise
he can hear hes getting thru n he calms down
he tells me how its his living
and how the rooms should have no smell
once again hes right
i assure him there will be no more smoke of any kind
he seems satisfied and hangs up
i open all windows let this unsatisfied afternoon into my room
out there cabs cruise and kids come outta school
im not part of anything
the vertigo of my apart-ness fills me with nausea
the luxury of it all is absurd
i cant get a fix on who im supposed to be
the olde kilbey continues to crumble…
who is waiting under there ready to pop out?

26 Responses to “etcetera”

  1. avatar
    Anonymous | 7 September 2007 at 6:27 am #

    yowza..first in line…
    love always
    -The Hellbound Heart

  2. avatar
    Olde Amps | 7 September 2007 at 6:32 am #

    “DAY 5” AND “SONG TO GO”

    SK, this is nothing to do with today’s beautiful blogge…but I’m obsessed with “Day 5” and “Song to Go”…I can’t stop playing them. Help!!!

    Question though…were they written together? They segue so beautifully together that I can’t imagine listening to them independently.

    Peace,
    Olde Amps

  3. avatar
    Anonymous | 7 September 2007 at 6:39 am #

    ok, i’ll have something else to say…sounds like the whole motel thing sucks pretty badly…
    love always
    -The Hellbound Heart

  4. avatar
    andmoreagain | 7 September 2007 at 6:39 am #

    Mmmm, Motel Room in my head… or sumthin’ like that. X (John Doe and Exene variety). I quite liked your drug blog yesterday by the way. I heartily concur.

  5. avatar
    andmoreagain | 7 September 2007 at 6:43 am #

    And coincidentally, I meself enjoyed a veggie chicken cutlet tonight. I’m trying at least…

  6. avatar
    Anonymous | 7 September 2007 at 6:54 am #

    Oh, not a great day by the sounds of it sk. I hope this aint a sign of things to come:( You’ll always be a part of me, that’s for sure!luv princi

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    eek | 7 September 2007 at 7:22 am #

    i cant get a fix on who im supposed to be
    the olde kilbey continues to crumble…
    who is waiting under there ready to pop out?

    All I know is I find the Kilbey I’ve seen over the past few years in your music and art and through this blog infinitely fascinating and for the most part, someone I quite like. I expect further SK developments to be equally interesting.
    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
    im not part of anything

    and that one line pretty much sums up my life. Not part of anything.

  8. avatar
    circling the light, looking for a way back in | 7 September 2007 at 8:10 am #

    Steve, how about writing a blog in the style of the old Kilbey to let us gauge the difference?

  9. avatar
    Anonymous | 7 September 2007 at 8:32 am #

    Go down to the Valley to Rick’s bar; have a long island iced tea before the evening crowds arrive and salute; get a vege pizza from the place opposite; go back to hotel; sleep; get on plane home.

    xxxKittykat

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    Anonymous | 7 September 2007 at 9:55 am #

    tell me steve, does nk ever get pissed off with you being away?
    the reason is that i’ve just about had it up to the fucking eyeballs with my other half and the long hours that he chooses to put into his job (as an employee, not an employer)…he’s gone to work before his child and i get up of a morning and he gets home after we’ve had dinner…don’t tell me to talk to him ‘cos i don’t quite know how many more different ways i can tell him that i’m not happy with it…goddam it goddam it goddam it fuck fuck fuck…
    sorry, just had to tell someone, guys…if i can’t talk to you who can i talk to…
    love always
    -The Hellbound Heart

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    Daberhasher | 7 September 2007 at 10:22 am #

    funny you mention the olde Kilbey…
    i just wanted to say that photo on last.fm speaks volumes on how far this journey already has been for you… i give my deepest thanks to the powers that helped you get out of that flesh shell, cuz baybee you ain’t home in that picture, if you know what i mean…
    listened to Leonard’s 1972 Transfiguration LP yesterday, how apropos… it is for you and you are for it, custom made that is…
    into the slipstream brother, sings those words that we’ll all have to sing one day!!!
    rock it Cohenhead…

    aloha,
    erik

  12. avatar
    Wil-O | 7 September 2007 at 12:22 pm #

    hey Kil-O

    Welcome to Vegas. There’s a message on your myspace if you wanna escape the Grind.

    Xg

  13. avatar
    Anonymous | 7 September 2007 at 1:25 pm #

    Hey Hellbound – no one ever really knows what goes on between 2 people but if it’s as bad as it sounds, then leave (and take your kid with you)
    the only thing is…if it was like this before you had a child and/or got together, maybe he likes to be away and if so, why did you think it would change?

  14. avatar
    wake the hell up | 7 September 2007 at 2:53 pm #

    I have to say it:
    blokes will not and do not change just because they get married or become fathers.
    Why does every generation of women keep making the same assumption (in the face of overwhelming evidence?).

  15. avatar
    Cee | 7 September 2007 at 3:00 pm #

    …metamorphosis

    who is waiting under there ready to pop out?

    …metamorfosis
    quien espera por debajo listo para saltar?

  16. avatar
    daniel12 | 7 September 2007 at 3:12 pm #

    I read somewhere that every cell in our bodies is replaced within the space of 7 years.
    It made me wonder about memory cells and lasting memories.
    If every cell in our bodies is replaced every 7 years then perhaps our memories eventually become just the memories of memories. Degraded and diffused. A photocopy of a photocopy of a Chinese whisper mostly forgotten.
    At least thats how I kinda feel it.
    My former selves slowly get forgoten and a new me surfaces, i guess daily after each seven years . Fortunantly or unfortunantly i dont have many people in my life (of reliable memory,tee hee) to prompt my mental photocopier.
    For cats like yourself i imagine the process might be different.
    Part of who you were ,where you went , what you said floats around on the internet. To boot you have people trainspotting your past and quizzing you on it.
    It must be kinda like having your mental photocopier in Kinko’s.
    Best wishes for the new Killa.
    Hope he don’t dislike me too.

  17. avatar
    knot | 7 September 2007 at 5:10 pm #

    apollo speaks
    dionysus howls
    who listens

  18. avatar
    Brien Comerford | 7 September 2007 at 5:21 pm #

    Very laudatory reviews of “Earthed” and “The Slow Crack” at the All Music Guide website.

    Davem: I promise you that Gordon Brown and even David Cameron are not nearly as bad as the Bush-CHeney regime. In addition to their war in Iraq, they have the worse environmental record in US history. They are against protecting endangered species. Worse of all is their tax cuts for the very rich and they screw the middle class big time.

  19. avatar
    JJ | 7 September 2007 at 6:47 pm #

    I’m trying to visualize Brisbane, what it looks like, smells like through that open window. Sorry about the incense.

    Would love to see a Q&A transcript from this songwriting session. Boring day here at work – I’m not into it, just not interested today. Feeling disconnected, reading your blog instead, happy it’s there. A ghost from the past has been haunting me all week; she never fully goes away and always returns this time of year. Lyrics from “Ramble” going through my head.

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    A.J. and Nick | 7 September 2007 at 9:34 pm #

    i hope you find it soon, steve.

    i feel the same way about coming into my adulthood (just turned 20)… i also like to burn incense in my dorm room but i gotta cover the fire alarm with a plastic bowl.

    listened to “earthed” the other nite and realized when it was over that it was on too fast a setting on my turntable. totally different album : )

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    Anonymous | 7 September 2007 at 10:50 pm #

    Hi sk, hope you’re feeling happier today. I saw that you’re on late tonight, so another day in Brizzy on your own, oh no! Well you’re not really on your own, there’s a few of us out here thinking of you, you’re never forgotten you know! Hope to hear from you soon. Have a beautiful and relaxing day.
    luv Amanda

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    JONNY NOT YET SO HOLLYWOODISH | 7 September 2007 at 11:06 pm #

    me could use some lovin’ up here and over write quick cos me am bout to explode you know, me thoughts ‘r’ racin’, oops i did it again, gimme more!!!
    Ne ik’O’

  23. avatar
    Anonymous | 7 September 2007 at 11:42 pm #

    Isolde, thank you for writing about the things Steve said…I read it just prior to going to a sentimental sleep last night.

    I’m still thinking about it today…how your parents form your music ‘n dance. Mine met on the premise of music, and I could tell they wanted all of us to try our musician hands. I think I already had so much paint on mine by the time music lessons came round…

    I haven’t really thought of writing musical lyrics- most of my writing is creative about art and architecture, and most recently in reply to this blogge. It put some things in motion..I’d really love to know what some are singing about…it’s so lovely.

    I keep missing my current ‘parent’ model…she’s a ‘singer’, a sort of pop-opera-hop-soundtrack stylish woman. She, her family and her son make life feel like heaven on earth.

    Art

    PS…I haven’t heard back from certain other film types lately. Life goes on but welcome their replies.

  24. avatar
    Anonymous | 8 September 2007 at 12:15 am #

    cant you use the phone?..apartness might lessen if you use your phone.or,maybe being brizzy,the phone is hiding somewhere under the hay bale!*…/gb

  25. avatar
    isolde | 8 September 2007 at 12:19 am #

    great motel owner in the sky
    has delivered
    beautiful sunny spring brisbane day

  26. avatar
    NickFiction | 8 September 2007 at 1:14 pm #

    Nice image here… thanks


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