posted on August 15, 2012 at 7:34 pm

mild light

blessed evening warm and gentle

return to the valley come back to the hills

sounds of celebration somewhere in the air out there

the grumble of traffic

the relentless surf pounding in the dark

rumblings of distant future

dogs howl out in loneliness

the whispering leaves moving about as if the trees were creatures

my ears ring faithfully on containing every note i ever played

my eyes dim blurry fogs

i am receding from this world

i no longer apprehend it vividly

it is out there but

planes come in to land

thundering through the sydney sky all lit up

i sit at my desk

i am an imaginary locus

more planes more cars more surf

palm trees full of fruit bats all talking at once

moments yes moments

just lots of moments

spring is nearly here i feel it

one day i swim one day i drown etc

like this evening up the score

scoring an evening like this




31 Responses to “evening”

  1. avatar
    Chris | 15 August 2012 at 10:59 pm #

    Lovely Steve. You may feel as if you are receding from this world, and your eyes may give it all a delightfully blurred soft-focus, but those eyes see so very very clearly even when they’re closed. This one is a perfect score of an evening in Bondi, each instrument’s line clearly proscribed on the stave.

    I too have the sibilant ringing of too much good loud rock…tinnitus…I see it as the gentle hissing of the angels which never leaves me…though some call it a ‘baby boomer syndrome’…

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    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 15 August 2012 at 11:29 pm #

    Dark Evening…

    Within withering hands the day falls
    no glow of lantern or candlelight illuminates
    For all that is good or righteous dreadfully contains a
    Dark Side-

    Within corridors of decaying stone and dampened splashes
    exists the bringer of dread. Standing feet taller than average man
    He salivates at the possibilities than walks now among him
    blending in as if born from inside the light-

    Within the moment of an electrical flash everything simply goes
    to black black blackened earth soil water and rock
    They can no longer obtain light or create it. Light and energy shall no
    longer exist … insects as if a kitchen lamp was lit – scatter all
    about the eternal floor, human beings will live forever into the
    Dark Evening.


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      thetimebeing | 16 August 2012 at 7:56 am #

      wow! nice daz. the shadow! how are ya mate?

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        BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 16 August 2012 at 10:09 am #

        Thank you for asking !!!
        It is what it is – a daily battle.
        I’m surrounded by a loving wife n amazing kids
        which makes this war a bit more bearable…
        Sleep still escapes me…

        Summer is coming to a close here- so strange not
        having you visit in 2012. We both have B-days on the
        horizon …mine = August 20th , and yours a couple weeks

        I have a gentleman in my neighborhood who often drives
        his Falcon here n there and I always think of you and yours…
        How is the old girl ??? I know u had some mechanical challenges
        some time back, but you haven’t spoken of her lately – so a friendly
        inquiry by me…I hope she is still purring away.

        Kiss the girls from us – and a massive hug to you !!!


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    Jesiah6 | 16 August 2012 at 8:14 am #

    Steve, I’m really enjoying “Garage Sutra”. Nineveh, The Ether, Gethsemene and Charmed are my favorites. Makes me wish I had the Garage Band program on my computer.

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    Chris | 16 August 2012 at 11:09 am #

    Nice one Daz..that is so cool man!

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      BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 16 August 2012 at 1:12 pm #

      Your very kind Chris…
      Thank you !!!
      Your writing is always

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    Chris | 16 August 2012 at 11:56 am #

    ‘God whispers in our pleasures, speaks in our conscience, but shouts in our pains: it is God’s megaphone to rouse a deaf world.’

    C S Lewis.

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    Chris | 16 August 2012 at 11:59 am #

    God is a conversation.

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    Kraig | 16 August 2012 at 12:32 pm #

    Steve, i SO WISH i was going to The Church, Simple Minds, and Devo Gig!? All 3 really good bands, of cours you guys are my favorite, but would love to see all three bands! Bummer for me. Also, BIG THANKS for the #71 of Garage Sutra (or #11?, most likely 71 since I ordered a day later, anyway doesn’t matter, ultra cool!). Although i’m jealous of Daz getting #5 since that’s my lucky favorite number of all time, uhhum Daz!! AWESOME collection and enjoying daily in my car! Only thing, i remember you doing a bit more tunes around that time, what happend to the other cuts you posted on your blog at the time, saving for a later date or Garage Sutra B-sides? Anyway, if you happen to run accross any one way plane tickets and concert tickets to the gigs lemme know? I’ll be coming from Saint Louis, Missouri, USA fyi if needed…LOL, Cheers my Friend! Lookin forward to the next gig, cd, or anything you do man. Music is the Universal Truth to the SOUL!

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    incorRectPolitically :*{ | 16 August 2012 at 1:07 pm #

    Even now in the cascade of light
    Within the purple evening during a lovers fight
    Stars over mother country on a moonlit highway
    People scurry in motion from left to what’s right
    —Electric rain setting off new warnings
    Planets bubbling in a cool spring drink
    Spinning in the vanishing dark – just to think
    It’s what you make, a coffin from just a pen and ink.

    The insects are the true architects of thy world
    But they couldn’t take any bones to build a new throne
    So the ice from the sky blindly used to fill their hole
    Words strung together like the mystery of a web —
    Chrome angels raise their last arrows , crooks run the show
    Death is strictly scientific , artificial and quite
    Legal you know.

    IP:__ ¦>{

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    Boriah | 16 August 2012 at 10:04 pm #

    Well met Steve, I´ve recieved the Garage Sutra cd numbered #6. Thank you so much.

    My personal favorites are:

    -Gethsemene: love the spiritual vibe of the song. Gorgeous chorus. I really like you´re writing songs and blog entries about religion. You´re becoming a much more spiritual and religious man which I like.
    -The ether: the piano chord progression on the chorus is brilliant. I´d have put the piano tracks more on the front, but that´s a personal opinion.
    – Joy dust: obscure song but it grows and grows till becoming a favourite.
    – Changeling child: perfect pop vocal lines. Pity Biggles wasnt the one backing you up on the chorus. Of all your daughters she´s my favourite.


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    eekie | 16 August 2012 at 11:45 pm #

    I get an overwhelming sense of sadness from this.
    It’s as if you can hear and see and almost touch the love and joy out there, but you seem unable to escape your own hell and actually feel any of your own.
    It’s been a long time since I’ve felt joy, and dare I say, even contentment in your writing here.
    There used to be a delight that ran through many of your blogs. Now despite some lovely imagery, overall the impression I get is dark and foreboding and full of pain. You seem very much a tortured soul.
    Someday soon I hope you are able to find peace…a sense of home even…again.

    Maybe it’s just me though.

    • avatar
      Steven Krut | 17 August 2012 at 11:14 am #

      This one is sad, but I’ve had the opposite impression in general in recent months. But then I am frequently clueless when it comes to figuring out how people feel. Hope you’re doing OK, Steve.

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    dvid | 17 August 2012 at 12:04 am #

    …..i sold a vowel…

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    dvid | 17 August 2012 at 12:29 am #

    …hopefully golden , the mangy panther , the mans man,…i had a dream of dual summers for the white hippy Moses , i dreamt and slept ..i dreamt of dreaming .. even Daz was dreaming, sleeping….. walls of sound and water,
    walls of alabaster plaster..twin killers , each in more empty augusts…..

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    Anonymous | 17 August 2012 at 5:26 pm #

    Beautiful pic & prose sk.

    Cheer up, two more weeks of winter and the summer vibe will start its’ ascent on olde Sydley town. Can already smell the perfume coming from the awakening flowers, beautiful how nature unravels with the seasons.

    Love the sound of the surf in the dark, can enjoy it in peace and silence, a cleanser for the soul.

    Got an email from Kevin Borich with the news they may try and demolish the Sando, info on I hope not, another live music venue (the few we have left) is definitely worth fighting for. People power has won before and fingers crossed it will again. The Sando is Marty’s homecoming gig venue for his summer returns and yours too. Fond memories of seeing you play there. Want to go to many more gigs of you and Marty there. At least people are doing something to fight this and I hope the benefit gig goes well at the Bowling Club.

    Hope you have a good weekend, stay warm and be happy.

    Peace & love

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    hellbound heart | 17 August 2012 at 11:42 pm #

    so beautiful…….

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    veleska1970 | 18 August 2012 at 12:54 am #

    a little lonely, a little melancholy, but still utterly lovely just the same.

    lotza love…..

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    Boriah | 18 August 2012 at 11:15 pm #

    Glad you´re back Colette.

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    Once | 19 August 2012 at 3:05 am #

    I’ve got that kind of depression (chime in if you’ve been there), where you take a breath, exhale, and then are so preoccupied with your misery that you actually MENTALLY SUPERSEDE your body’s instinct to take the next breath. You simply forget. Then you’re like – “Shit! Better breathe, at least!!” And why does everything just start to happen in slo-mo??? Who’s filming this shit, anyway? Like the still shots mean everything. I think this is the brain’s way of letting the mind relax, and not go fucking crazy and shoot up a movie theatre. I think it’s probably healthy. ???

    And there’s zero background, too. You become a human cameo. Again, this would indicate that the brain wants you to focus on your being.It wants to re-train you how to live when the emotional will slips away a bit…cuz the brain is a greedy MF’er, it’ll do ANYTHING to stay active.

    Brain, meet soul. Soul, meet brain. Can you guys please be friends???

    I bought a veggie lasagne. I don’t even remember going to the store, suddenly I was just back. The good thing is, I’m older now and I’ve felt this before. People dying, pets being put down, very occasionally a male betrayal. It’s okay – if I can analyze, I can learn and triumph.

    Besides, he’s not leaving me for another woman. Just another continent. Surely I am making progress.

    I shall continue to pray for Japan.

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      BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 19 August 2012 at 9:47 am #

      Drop me an email…we should catch up – u kno u can vent anything on me – I will always b just a click away…….u really could use an ear to just hear ya….

      Luv –

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    Anonymous | 19 August 2012 at 4:50 am #

    kind of think you already know/you should be aware, but: where I’m currently at they have radio advertisements re some big concert in Vegas this Sept… one of the interviews is with the lead guy of Green Day — he explains how back in the 80s [they] would listen to the Church “tear it up” (I think that’s the words he used); and that’s what inspired them/him to become the musicians they are today.

    good press!

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      thetimebeing | 19 August 2012 at 8:59 am #

      you mean tear it all away….? jesus ! i wish they would play it on their next mega album!

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        Anonymous | 19 August 2012 at 12:39 pm #

        I think his quote is close to “… we’d listen to the Church…” rip it up/tear it up/or he could have said what you said/the name of your song… – I’m driving the times I’ve heard it… ahh, such an idiot I can be sometimes… and an American one too. regardless – they should record it as played live at that Vegas concert they’re a part of (I bet).

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    Anonymous | 22 August 2012 at 6:04 pm #

    i can’t help but fall from a fading landscape
    the mastheads, the smattering of a city
    the tree towers with sanguine spines now bow
    as I exit
    the clouds come out to stroll the seascape
    a dog barks
    a television drones
    soldiers rehabilitated in Afghanistan
    world demand for food an opportunity
    drizzle is coming
    onshore winds – or was that offshore processing?
    i am safe when you are far away

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