posted on February 15, 2007 at 7:33 pm

a wave of nausea filled the being
as he jumped headlong into the future
when he awoke he was alone
a dark night sky filled a vast expanse
stars twinkled
but he could recognize none of the constellations
a lonely creature howled somewhere far away
the being shuddered
in the darkness things rustled
he could hear the drip drip drip of moisture
he could feel the awful weight of that forsaken sky
pressing down upon him
so this was it huh?
the much vaunted future
well it was warm
warm n dark
erskine wondered where he was
the soft rain began
music started up
sad music
music that sang about erskines life
he couldnt even hear any words
but in his heart he felt the song
oh so long ago
no these memories…..
from another earth
from another person
steve kilbey
ha ha
erskine had written a little novella
called ephemera
it really didnt have much plot
just this musician wandering around
having misadventures
n getting killed
in some other world
a world with cities that have names like
erskine set his story in 1986
was that past or still to come now?
steve kilbey was playing this place in boston
he was playing before another musician called reverb n rabbits
boston was a strange place
bitterly brutally cold
oh how erskine wouldve enjoyed a blast of bostons freezing winter air
but it was afterall only fiction
in erskines world it was warm n damp
erskine swung malarial in his hammock
erskine was delerious n delusional thats for sure
he dreamed he was the time being too
the time being was some older guy with a white beard
some smart arse “space rocker” erskine had hallucinated one night
well, it was always night now
i mean
the sun was out there shining of course
well erskine couldnt actually explain what had happened
but anyway
that was before he was born
he had heard all those old wives tales
about the moon
and about winter
but quite franklin
he wasnt buying any of it
anyway erskine left all that “what if only”s to other people
he was a musici….
no i mean he was a magician
and he wrote a thing called a blogge
which is a silly name
i mean even the olde being was stuck with that
and young steve kilbey in boston playing his thing
jesus so slim n all that hair
does he even know that im dreaming him up
hanging in my hammock
malarial n outta my skull on opiummmm?
the being out there somewhere
being himself
being others
the being, himself
himself, the being
or stevie k
playing that song
he dont even know why he wrote that song
i mean
he didnt….i did
me here in boston
i look in the mirror
tight blue pants
a waistcoat n a silk shirt
2 blue mexican crucifix studs in ears
a naive face late twenties or early thirties
i gotta play now
i gotta get ready
i gotta strap on this …uh…plank..
but no wand….but…
no musicians dont have wands..
musicians play things
like kilbey playing a ……
oh i cant quite picture it
a keyboard
typing typing
commands to execute
the being intruding
the intruder being
erskine look up at the stars again
antares n arcturus
and artemis and palanor
and the pole stars and the green star
and if you want to be a star of stage n screen…
words intersected in erskines head
emerald haunt and overdrive
i mean its nonsense isnt it
it doesnt even make grammatical sense
unless emerald is being addressed in the vocative case
in which case the emerald is being commanded to haunt
but by who and why?
nightmare descent into nineveh city
sang steve kilby
and the crowd, the audience could see it all
i mean theyre my fictional audience
you know not real people
like nevets yeblik n his muse
not like me johnny erskine
and my wife conesuela
whos spanish or mexican or..
and not like that olde time being
inhabiting the nooks n crannies in history
out there in his future
a legend in his spare time
who ?
whos that?
and who are you
eaves dropping on us…?
what could you want here
as i swing in my hammock
as he sings in boston in 19 eighty 6
as the being sits there type type type
hammer on hammer off i say
i say treat women rough and theyll make you breakfast in bed
i say privelege in privelege
i’d speak spanish to my wife
but shes gone gone gone
she left me this note
el momento descuidado
but thats weird
i mean
its not even proper spanish…
why would she write that….
the being types as erskine swings as stevie sings
we need microphones and managers…
a microphone …thats what kilbys instrument was called…
but why would kilby sing that…?
it doesnt matter
no ones gonna care what the words are
i mean the words are a prop
for the story of the time being
and this other one too
a negative reversal
and daughters…!
yes…there were daughters…
and the song was called mer
it was about the sea i guess
and there was this book called
the ground under her feet
and damnit it beat me to my storey
about a singer called steve kilbey who channels music
from this universe into his
which is like ours except a few key things have been changed
for example in his universe
there is a band called the rolling stones who are very successful
while here the rolling stones are a tribute band to
the greatest rocknroll band on earth
the b j m
i mean anton newley has singlehandedly shaped rock since
he burst out of liverpool in the 19?0s
i mean…
what do i mean
and what about ricki the lead rhythm guy
did he drown in my swimming pool
or was that jorge harryson?
santa francesca
the corner of haight n crown streets
no no
theres no such place
its an intersection
its only a point after all
but what is a point
and what is the point?
and anton newley wrote that song
i cant get no brown sugar
and another group called six inch nails did a duet
with victory a’mos
and trex was in the cretaceous error
and by concealing a small metal pick
in the fleshy folds of his feet
houdini was able to play the ebow solo in mer
muse: youve fucken flipped olde bean..
nevets yeblik pots won
sure sure
we understand
the pressure
the late nights
the drinkin’drugs
the blinkin’ lights
the hammering tongs
the hammock swings
the singer and his voice
the good type types good
muse where are you?
and all the carni-voormen
and the hyena-girls?
and is this the malaria talking
type type type
ive run out of ink
thinks nevets
kilbys singing about the highway
and the pain in their ice
he knew about the thaw i guess
did we all intersect there
which ice?
the polar caps?
the drug?
the ice in the mescal he used ta drink in those days?
who cares anymore
i can never unravel this mess
see see for yourself
im run down by a train
stand back from a shark attack
and its all the same…
hey that IS good
relax killbee never wrote that…
not in this world any way
maybe over there
you know

57 Responses to “flim-flam”

  1. avatar
    don joe | 15 February 2007 at 9:16 pm #

    ‘nevets yeblik pots won’

    Don’t ever do that erskine.

    Excellent suffix to yesterday!. and ahh..thx for the Heyday story!! as cryptic as it was.

    Flourish and Prosper

    don joe

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    Fandorin | 15 February 2007 at 9:19 pm #

    Fish 1 – “What a ghoulish load of weird labyrinths”

    Fish 2 – “…ay ditnt reeli undastent…zer ver menny vortz ay ditnt gett…zey r nott in ze german diktshenerry”

    Fish 1 – “I’m off for today…”

    Fish 3 – “Wait, guys….wait, listen, there’s Erskine again!! The funny magician we already know!”

    Fish 1 – “The Remindlessness Erskine?”

    Fish 3 – “Yes!!”

    Fish 4 – “Good Evening, class!”

    Fish 1, 2 & 3 – “Good Evening, Sir!”

    Fish 4 – “So what YOU little rascals didn’t get is that the author is finally trying to say something about HEYDAY…”

    Fish 1-3 – “Oh wow…ace…cool…woohooohoo…mate, I can’t fucking believe it!” (etc. juvenile utterances of joy)

    Fish 4 – “Didn’t you notice you’re getting a nice stream of consciousness right into the brain? Watson, who is a pioneer of this narrative manner?”

    Fish 1 – “…well..uhm…Joyce..Joyce…Bell??”

    Fish 3 – “John Joyce, you Swindonian twit. So, there is a TRIPLE stream of consciousness going on – Erskine, The Time Being, The Universe. And he is projecting this complex narrative structure on various places of a timeline. If Joyce hadn’t been an idiot, he might have written something like that in his late work, Finnegans Eleven.
    There’s even the future with white beard, an old symbol of wisdom. And the young paisley-clad SK. And the result must be the travelogue of Myrrh. Of course, this explanation hides more than it explains.”

    Fish 4 – “Great! So, now have another close reading. The school of fish provides red wine for free.”

  3. avatar
    the dean | 15 February 2007 at 9:20 pm #

    you have out done youeself this time, all of you.

  4. avatar
    mattdavison | 15 February 2007 at 9:24 pm #

    a lot of references to Myrrh in that one mr! I guess that you have dissapeared back into that colestial world that haunts you sk..

    goods time to write songies my friend,..or a film script. Think of me for the lead!! perhaps I could play Erskine eh.

  5. avatar
    Anonymous | 15 February 2007 at 9:32 pm #

    That was Myrrhvellous.

    Where is the promotion for EMS & upcoming gigs?
    Surely it could do with some?
    I’m seein the Beasty Boys on Sat yeeha.

    Dutch Pierre

  6. avatar
    Anonymous | 15 February 2007 at 9:33 pm #

    Matt, Matt Matt Matt..

    Russell Crowe

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    Samosanx | 15 February 2007 at 9:46 pm #

    ….he heyyy!!!!! fantastico! (is this spanish? answer no; merely limited vocab. very Mimesis….homework not quite done yet but I would say identity and time, …aahh, if only, if only, you could record the voice onto cyber page….wouldn’t that be good!

  8. avatar
    veleska1970 | 15 February 2007 at 9:51 pm #

    parallel universe, eh? and thanks for telling us about “heyday”.

    i got my copy of EMS yesterday evening, just had a listen today…..i don’t know which song i like the best. they’re all excellent, so it’s impossible to choose. however i will say this~~all my life i’ve heard, as i’m sure you have, too, that you cannot improve on success. well, steve, i’ll have you know that the crunchies have shattered that notion.

    y’all just keep getting better n better n better….and just when i thought you couldn’t possibly get any better. is there such a thing as “infinite betterness”?? the church just keeps moving up to a whole new level every time.

  9. avatar
    Centuryhouse | 15 February 2007 at 9:56 pm #


    I don’t say this for the song mentions but for the imagery in the wording – this reminds me of Myrrh. Fantastic feverish imagery conjuring up so many things. Sometimes words are much more powerful when you let them have their way, rather than try to direct them.

    It also reminds me of the spirit of one of my favorite writers, Ray Bradbury.

  10. avatar
    verdelay | 15 February 2007 at 10:17 pm #

    sad god weeps beneath a tree
    lonely, lonely
    child walking by holds his hand
    says ‘i believe in you’

    know where i’m coming from?

    where i’m from there’s no feat left unturned
    no laurel unworn
    nowhere left to go
    but here, with you
    curious to hear our stories

    know where i’m coming from?

    i lived there
    i died there
    i spied with my tired eye there
    thought i recognised someone
    san antonio

    alone again

    know where i’m coming from?
    takes one to know one

  11. avatar
    Letango | 15 February 2007 at 10:37 pm #

    I bow down in absolute reverence before this blog!

    F’n fantastic one today!!!!!!!!!!

  12. avatar
    nickfiction | 15 February 2007 at 10:37 pm #

    this one sets a cool mood sk, your blogge is helping to entertain me during this bleak Ohio winter …. we are buried under snow and ice….

  13. avatar
    Cita | 15 February 2007 at 10:43 pm #

    I met a dog called Boston the other day on one of my walks. When I heard his owner calling his name I thought this dogs got a cool name. He was so funny weeing on every tree every telegraph post anything remotely verticle copped a squirt. Completely ignoring the owner every time he was called. He goes into one yard the immaculate yard the one with clipped hedges and dreamy deep green lawn. The owner chases after him now gettin angry that his dog doesn’t listen to a word he says. Yeah there is somethin in a name. Boston is the centre of his own universe. He was born to do his own thing.

    Keep channeling the stars.

  14. avatar
    Sunshine | 15 February 2007 at 10:50 pm #

    Wow. I’m in so far over my head at this point. I did gather that there were three generations of Steve represented in this tale, but the references to albums I don’t own and songs I don’t know are lost on me. That’s probably how it was meant to be, though. It’s an amazing piece of psychedelic writing. Thanks, Steve.

    (Kansas City)

  15. avatar
    Sunshine | 15 February 2007 at 10:51 pm #

    PS – and I loved the entertwining of references to other rock bands. That was really fun.

  16. avatar
    CeciliaGin | 15 February 2007 at 11:14 pm #

    Quiver mouth chants a crooning moon rune.

    I’ve never met a Conesuela
    I’ve met many a Consuela (Chelo/ Chelito/Chela/Chelita)

    Tu hermanita,

  17. avatar
    Richard | 15 February 2007 at 11:25 pm #

    saw that ‘naive face late twenties or early thirties’ yesterday on youtube singing othertime

    also saw it swinging back’n forth in a hammock (of all things) singing one of my favourite songs

  18. avatar
    Anonymous | 15 February 2007 at 11:44 pm #

    God-damn, i reached over to type some nonsense and i knocked my little glass bong over…smells like potatoes in a wet sack..Anyway, i was just gonna say how deleterious i am as well, my throat sore and my lungs burning…and oh those feverish chills…See you in the collective unconscious, SK, one and all ~$* Dee in Tx….this bird has the flu^

  19. avatar
    echobaseone | 16 February 2007 at 12:32 am #

    Stand back from a Shark Attack, Great Dominions, Teardrop Explodes. What did I win?!!
    Damn that was a great little riff, but. Great Dominions yes, but I was referring to the blog at large. Great read. Thanks!

  20. avatar
    Anonymous | 16 February 2007 at 12:36 am #

    ewwwwww….spilled bong water……the worst…’re gonna need a HAZMAT team for that I’m afraid

    Blue Meanie

  21. avatar
    CAPTAIN BEYOND | 16 February 2007 at 1:11 am #

    this bloggy went right over me head, me need more intelligence me guess here in me dark room, me need me green tea and me esskay here in this house like never before…

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    Melquiades | 16 February 2007 at 1:54 am #

    “erskine swung malarial in his hammock

    I love this.

    Similar in its textual painting

    “Emerald haunt in overdrive”

    That always painted something in me emotional, passioned.

    You know, I always wondered about the drum kit moon. guess it had a mapex strewn across it????

    love your imagery Steve. Always have. Always will.

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    Melquiades | 16 February 2007 at 2:05 am #

    by the way I am making falafel burgers this evening (making a bunch for the week too). I putting fresh cilantro, fresh chopped ginger, finely chopped carrots, organic short grain brown rice……mmm oh yeah I’m sauteeing mushrooms as well to mix this all together and fry them up in some olive oil) went to the local organic store. There are actually some good ones in columbia here.

    I haven’t been in an organics store lately but it has this smell that when I went in last night I took a big inhale through the nostrils…i love the smell. not sure what it is…I must have memories attached to it.

    Anyway the discussions from last week really have me thinking and I know how much better I felt then. And, it’s one for the beasts too. Also, the girl I was living with for a couple of years was a hardcore carnivore and now that I am single again I am choosing what I want to eat 100% of the time now. So, pat yourself on the back mister. good timing with it all, I guess.

    Also, I want to look into getting into a food co-op this spring. good way to support the local farmer and get good organic produce.

    thanks, Brian

  24. avatar
    Anonymous | 16 February 2007 at 3:02 am #

    you see, you can inner-jekt all your world views through a one-and-only-sk story. suggesting that the devil be a vegan, and then his reaction! you don’t have to be direct as b4. these stories can send the message in a more persuasive form.

  25. avatar
    Anonymous | 16 February 2007 at 3:05 am #

    and try to skim through the past 2 entries, yeesh, you wouldn’t know what the f! was going on. try reading this one first, then the first…or next,…or previous day’s. ya know, time is confusing.

  26. avatar
    Deep Cover,,, | 16 February 2007 at 3:16 am #

    there’s something you should know

    i had just smoked this reefer madness, in 198? when i saw this para//el universe, contrary to what you know or have been led to believe, the revolution was televised.

    that first moment and ‘it’ tugged on my heart chakra, and i knew then, what i hadn’t before.

    how can one explaine it?

    yes, then there was boston, but for me it was later arround the time you where 44, or was i 44 then? or was it 1944, or 1844, or 44 AD?

    anyways, it matters not, but you were there in door ways, beside me, in front of me, around me, surrounding me.

    there was a time you were not so much forgoten, but gone from my life. no. that’s not it. there was i time when you and i dissapeared and i always wondered where?

    and yes boston. cold and stone, the heritage of our ‘tea partys’ but no more of that. this was before after everythig, after visions of the angry god hadad.

    the aura came in, a small smokey room, paralysis numbed my limbs, teeth clentched a dry sweet wonderful dryness, opened his eyes

    we came into existance

    closing his eyes there was a premonition, a vision of ‘thefuture’. yes. there it is. as i close my eyes, as i listen, as i open my mind, as i open my heart…

    unreadable then, only color and form, but a premonition, of one possible future none the less. i would not know the significance of this until years later.

    it contains an odd script not native of the original, spelling out the astrological significance of the date 81999.

    Some say only Numan will know where to find the key, he’s always been willing and able. It is his box of birds, this deck of cards

  27. avatar
    Melquiades | 16 February 2007 at 3:45 am #

    the devil made me do it

  28. avatar
    syrinx | 16 February 2007 at 3:51 am #

    And today…

    I am loving ~this~.

  29. avatar
    Scooter | 16 February 2007 at 5:29 am #

    Scooter peered suspiciously at her half empty tequila bottle, then muttered aloud to herself. “Been hitting the sauce a bit heavy, haven’t ye, Lass? Next thing you’ll be seeing those aliens, ‘stead of just reading them…”
    Scooter raised the bottle to her lips and drank deeply, ignoring her own sage advice.

  30. avatar
    ipso facto | 16 February 2007 at 5:53 am #

    another note /compelled here to say/ anything that breaks pattern/ routine/ habbit/ or continuity of action/ is enough cause to change awairness or oppinion or oppurtunity that action is capable of affording/there is something here for you/follow hyperlinks to see a much bigger picture

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    IS IS | 16 February 2007 at 6:17 am #

    “Let us open the temple and begin the rite of the calling of ISIS Of A Thousand Names.”
    (He draws a circle of seven rings clockwise)

    Cernunnos Of The Twelve Tines:
    “I bid thee welcome.
    Grant a blessing on our lodge and keep us from harm.”

    Officer Of The South:
    “Epona, White Mare of the hills, I bid thee welcome.
    Give a blessing to our work and keep us from interuption.”

    Officer Of The West:
    “Mona, Sacred Cow of the sacred isle, I bid thee welcome.
    Bring a blessing to our lodge and guard us within the circle.”

    Officer Of The North:
    “Artor, Great Bear, Arthur and Lord of Logres, I bid thee welcome.
    Place a blessing upon our lodge and grant us peace in heart mind and body.”

    Magus asks Guardian Of The Lights and Guardian if all is in order.
    The outward desert journey begins.

    Officer Of The South:
    “Be ye far from us, O ye profane, for we are about to invoke the descent of the power of ISIS.
    Enter her temple with clean hands and a pure heart, lest we defile the source of life.”

    Officer Of The West:
    “Learn now the secrets of the web that is woven between the light and the darkness;
    whose warp is life evolving in time and space, and whose weft is the span of the life of humans.”

    Officer Of The North:
    “Behold we arise with the dawn of time from the grey and misty sea,
    and with the dusk we sink into the western ocean,
    and the life of a human being are strings like pearls on the thread of their spirit;
    and never in all of their journeys, do they go alone, for that which is solitary is barren.”

    “Learn now the mystery of the ebbing and flowing tides.
    That which is dynamic in the outer is latent in the inner,
    for that which is above is as that which is below, but after another manner.”

    Guardian Of The Lights:
    “In the inner SHE is all-potent. SHE is the queen of the kingdoms of sleep.
    All the invisible working are HERS and she rules all things ere they come to birth.”

    Officer Of The North:
    “Even as through OSIRIS her mate the earth grows green,
    so the mind of men conceives through her power.”

    “ISIS of nature awaits the coming of her lord the sun.
    She calls him; she draws him from the place of the dead,
    The kingdom of Amenti , where all things are foregotten,
    And he comes to her in his boat called a million years
    And the earth grows green with springing grain.
    For she is the keeper of our souls till dawn.
    From sleep we arise refreshed; from death we arise reborn.
    There are two deaths by which we die, the greater and the lesser.
    The death of the body and the death of initiation.
    And of these two the death of the body is lesser.
    From now on the sun grows in strength, may our lodge grow with it?
    Let us now show forth in a rite the dynamic nature of the goddess.”

    Officer Of The South:
    “Be ye far from us, O ye profane, for the unveiling of the goddess is at hand.”

    “O thou that was before the earth was formed.
    O, tideless, soundless, boundless bitter sea,
    I am thy preist; O answer unto me
    O arching sky above and earth beneath,
    Giver of life and bringer-in of death,
    I am thy Priest; O answer unto me
    O golden APHRODITE, come to me
    Flower of the foam, rise from the bitter sea.
    The hour of the your moon tide draws near,
    Hear the invoking words, hear and appear
    ISIS unveiled, and RHEA, BINAH, GE.
    O ISIS, veiled on earth, but shining clear.
    In the high heavens now the moon draws near
    Hear the invoking words, hear and appear

    I I I I S S S S I I I I S S S S
    I I I I S S S S I I I I S S S S
    I I I I S S S S I I I I S S S S

    All bow to the officer of the west.

    Officer Of The West:
    “I am she who ere the earth was formed
    Was RHEA, BINAH, GE.
    I am the soundless, boundless bitter sea
    Out of whose depths life wells eternally
    Giver of life and bringer-in of death;
    HERA of heaven, on earth, PERSEPHONE;
    LEVANAH of the tides and HECATE
    All these am I, and they are seen in me
    I am the soundless, boundless, bitter sea
    All tides are mine, and answer unto me.
    Tides of the air, tides of the inner earth,
    The secret, silent tides of death and birth.
    Tides of human souls, and dreams, and destiny
    ISIS veiled and RHEA, BINAH, GE.
    The hour of the moon draws near
    I hear the invoking words, hear and appear
    ISIS unveiled and RHEA, BINAH, GE.
    I come unto the Priest that calleth me.”
    Officer Of The West gives wine to each member of the lodge.
    Officer Of The North gives bread.
    Then there is a short meditation.
    Magus then asks Seer if she has anything to say.

    “Consumatum est.
    Those who have received the touch of ISIS
    have received the opening of the gates of the inner life.
    The great sun, moving in the heavenly houses,
    has left the house of the fishes for the house of the water bearer.
    In the coming age shall humanity be holy,
    and in the perfection of the human we shall find the humane.
    Take up your humanity into divinity,
    and bring down the divinity into your humanity
    and this shall be the day of the divinity within,
    for god is made manifest in nature,
    and nature is the self-expression of god.”

    “All gods are one god, and all goddesses are one goddess, and there is but one initiator.”
    Magus addresses lodge and dismisses dog of defence.
    The lodge is now protected by the egregore of SOL and the Fraternitatis Alexandrae.
    The return desert journey

    “Companions let us now close the lodge.”

    Officer Of The North:
    “Artor, Great Bear, Arthur and Lord Of Logres,
    We give thanks for thy blessing, and for the beauty and peace of this our land”
    (close by drawing a three ringed circle anti clockwise)

    Officer Of The West:
    “Mona of the sacred isle, we thank thee for thy blessing and guarding.”

    Officer Of The South:
    “We give thanks to thee Epona for thy blessing and gift of quietness.”

    “Cernnunos Of The Twelve Tines, we thank thee for thy blessing and protection.
    There is a blessing on all who serve.”

    The Guardian unseals the door.

    The members of the lodge move three times widdershins around the temple and depart.

  32. avatar
    mime | 16 February 2007 at 7:10 am #

    thank you!

  33. avatar
    craig1.618 | 16 February 2007 at 8:23 am #

    “as he jumped headlong into the future”

    sometimes i remember it from my dreams

  34. avatar
    Anonymous | 16 February 2007 at 8:28 am #

    Whatever you’re on, where do I get some???? Ah…. I still burn….

  35. avatar
    Anonymous | 16 February 2007 at 9:25 am #

    See any Noahs?

  36. avatar
    Anonymous | 16 February 2007 at 9:35 am #

    Ok, it’s 21 years ago now but I DID see it. Downstairs, old Virgin Records, High Street, Sheffield, Yorkshire, England. Aussie import Heyday, in a thick, textured, card sleeve with a pinky-orange sticker on the front, with blue-black writing saying it had 2 extra tracks. Why didn’t I get it? It was £12.99 when most lps were £5.29 and I was unemployed – and figured the extra tracks were probably the MWP and PK songs off the Tantalised 12″ anyway. The tracklisting on the back didn’y mention any extra songs and the cover was sealed.
    I never saw it again and had no inkling there was any question about the existence of a strange edition of Heyday until someone mentioned it in 1990. The myth is that it had free stickers – no, there was a sticker on the front, saying there were extra songs. I know that later in the ’90s, Steve himself denied the existence of this version. But I saw it.

  37. avatar
    namaste | 16 February 2007 at 10:18 am #

    lysergic flashfoward/back…
    no need to injest, just read blog & comments! it’s been giving my brain something else to think about, waking up old memories (in future tense?) and no, they’re not making much sense…
    happy new year!

  38. avatar
    namaste | 16 February 2007 at 10:19 am #


  39. avatar
    Tony Pucci | 16 February 2007 at 10:37 am #

    i have thoroughly enjoyed
    the last two day’s blogs
    congratulations on your writing
    and wonder not where the muse is
    me thinks she was by your side
    the whole time
    with a bemused smirk on her face!

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    fantasticandy | 16 February 2007 at 10:41 am #

    ‘while here the rolling stones are a tribute band to
    the greatest rocknroll band on earth,
    the b j m’
    what about the greatest band on neptune?
    i just can’t help it!
    what a great day, our tickets have arrived,
    in anticipation,
    ‘the dudes’.

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    they're coming to take me away ha ha | 16 February 2007 at 10:47 am #

    if i feel really carefully in the darkness, around the spiderlings and the crumbling soil-rock smelling of fertility and funk and growth, i’m sure i’ll find a tiny hole that is the way out of this blog

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    Anonymous | 16 February 2007 at 11:07 am #

    ill show you the hole

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    black iron prisoner | 16 February 2007 at 12:34 pm #

    Want more? Go read a Phillip K. Dick novel!!! Like VALIS, or Radio Free Albemuth, or A Scanner Darkly, or The Divine Invasion, or Three Stigmata, or UBIK, or Martian Time Slip, or Time Out Of Joint, or The Man In The High Castle, or one of 50 others.

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    microgiant | 16 February 2007 at 12:41 pm #

    you inspire, conspire, and aspire to great heights on this one.
    p.s. bordello is a classic and funny! peace and stars.

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    Anonymous | 16 February 2007 at 1:55 pm #

    that’s my main man, sk, right there.
    you make me so proud.


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    CSTCoach | 16 February 2007 at 3:07 pm #

    Really enjoying this sorta stuff SK. Very cool!!

    fellow fiends, someone above mentioned Philip K Dick. It’s been a while since I read much sci fi (apart from SK’s recommendation for Vandermere, which totally rocked). I think it’s time to dip into the genre yet again. Any recommendations?

    for what its worth, and for fellow afficionados, I recall really digging Gordon R Dickson (his Childe cycle), Stephen R Donaldson, Asimov’s Foundation series, Philip Jose Farmer’s Riverworld series, and, a bit outside sci fi, Richard Adams Shardik and Maia.


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    Mega-Jason | 16 February 2007 at 4:11 pm #

    Steve, you’re wigging me out!!

    First early last week I’m thinking it’s time I begame a veg. Then all that shit exploded on your site. Then…

    Boston served up
    a delicious pschydeluc
    winter for me
    in 1993

    Scientoligists, Acid, Fancy Lobster
    dinners, Pyramid Schemes, and no shit, and I lost my walkman with “heyday” in it somewhere on Boyleston. So I bought it on CD. (by the way, that means I bought it on Vinyl, Tape(twice) and CD. I hope ou boys got some of the $$)

    So, last night a dozen tail-less lobsters visited me in what should have been a happy sleep.

    They tried to sell me perfume,

    “it’s just like the fancy brands,” they said “but, 1/4 as expensive, cuz we don’t have fancy names.”
    “Well, you do Horatio” one said to the other
    “That’s a pretty name”
    “Shut up you, I’m trying to make a point here!”
    “C’mon” he says “You owe us”
    and he waggles the empty chunk where his behind should have been in my face.
    “But, I don’t like perfume” I says,
    “People smell fine if they just shower a bit”

    “Fine! But you’re working for us now”

    So there I am on the side of the freeway just outside of Quincy trying to assuage my guilt by banging on windows of speeding cars to sell the perfume.

    Then this guy walks up to me,
    “Would you like to take a personality test?”

    Some things should stay in the deepest recesses of my inner psyche where they belong and Steve needs to stop messing with them!!!!

    And, dammit, what’s an “Emerald Haunt in Overdrive” mean?!

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    stealthblue | 16 February 2007 at 4:36 pm #

    Holy SMOKES!! Uhhhh…purple sticky?
    Me want, me want!

    That really was awesome, Killer. “We’re not worthy, we’re not worthy!” (grovel, grovel)

    Have a brilliant weekend!
    Ben V.

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    mandn | 16 February 2007 at 5:24 pm #

    And I’m gone
    Like I’m dancing on angels
    And I’m gone through a crack in the past


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    davem | 16 February 2007 at 6:42 pm #

    That young bloke in Boston carried the weight of expectation.
    He didn’t let us down.
    It’s been a wonderful trip. You’ve challenged and moved and changed many of us. Then and now.
    And I love you for it but I would have loved you anyway.

    Dave M

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    Anonymous | 16 February 2007 at 8:05 pm #

    the egyptians were some brutal mofos…thought you’d like to know. Steve- When oh when will ya’ll remaster the olde stuff?? there is NO bottom end! Blurred crusade and heyday just dont sound right on cd…I grew up with the albums- and a nice warm throbbing bass…what gives? On my yorkville studio monitors it gets even worse cuz of the presence bump…. Anyway, i was recalling those days..I was 17 years old at Austin high when i bought heyday…And one thing that has always stuck with me were the lyric sleeves…the color and type of print would lend an overall aura to the songs and images….Dee in TX…cough cough.

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    Anonymous | 16 February 2007 at 8:30 pm #

    oh yeah, I AM THE APACHE GUNMAN!!~$*

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    Scooter | 16 February 2007 at 8:39 pm #

    “Scooter’s mood today is… reflective.” Translation: Yesterday she drank her tequila neat (from the bottle). Today she remembers the salt and lime…

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    Anonymous | 16 February 2007 at 9:01 pm #


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    eek | 16 February 2007 at 9:20 pm #

    Dee in TX — I thought all the old albums were remastered a few years ago. Check them out at the Church Merch at:

    Enjoyed the read, Steve. 🙂

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    gareth,notts | 16 February 2007 at 9:27 pm #


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    Trickster | 22 February 2007 at 9:00 pm #

    god, how you can butcher Sancho’s minds to pieces and then, with a piece like this, whip them all back together like a Pollock piece. Maybe your vindication is like a second birth for you, as it is for all of us.

    “Cover your cherubs.”

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