posted on October 19, 2009 at 3:40 am

time passes
we remain outside the wall
the pressure builds up
my head cant take it
i need to breathe or something
i cant find my way home
i follow the birds
i follow the fish
i follow the roads
i amble aimlessly
many things happen
people born
people die
the moon glides through the sky
the systems keep pumping
the great machine with its music
the hammers and bells
the strings and skins
a black piano
a silver saxophone
a blue note
a distant yacht
take me
take me back
take me back to a time when i was safe
and i never knew how music was made
and i was dreaming in the back of my daddies car
cos we were going on our christmas holidays
listen isnt that those beatles
we could hear them here and there
in the bohemian streets of old surfers paradise
go go girls at the jolly spot
the chlorine in the pools
the koala park
the bird sanctuary
my first guitar came 6 years later
a violin copy made by aria
and australia pressed all around me
my school and all its wonderful and strange kids
and on hot days and on cold mornings
and music magically kept appearing
new music old music
someone lent my dad a led zepplin record
and a record by spirit
and i tape recorded my favourite songs off the radio
with an old reel to reel machine
and i believed in all the songs
i thought they were all real
i never knew it was just like people making em up
and i joined and left bands in some long ago dismal past
that seems like in some other century…well of course it was
and i was so young
and i knew nothing
nobody really cared what i did
and i did what i like
cruising round canberra
in my datsun 1300 station wagon loaded up with guitar n amp
i drove out to queanbeyan n jammed with some guys
one day in the heat in this community hall or something
me plunking away on that bass
lugging my stuff up n down stairs
smoking stupid cigarettes and drinking chocolate milk
i was a veg so my mum gave me egg n chips n salad every night
life seemed so mysterious n unending
i would never grow old
i lay in the sun trying to get a tan
my hair got pretty long n silly
my girlfriend dropped me n picked me up again
we drove to the river for picnics
my dad put a little swimming pool in our garden
people would pop round n have their towels with them
one day electric warrior came out
i was lost in a dream
no paperwork
no computers
no mobile phones
no dvds no video cassettes
no colour tvs
the radio was king
we listened reverently
music was an aural thing
there was no visual attached
ah……
anyway……

16 Responses to “frill”

  1. avatar
    CAPTAIN BEYOND | 19 October 2009 at 4:36 am #

    frill me!!!
    Jonny

  2. avatar
    Saint Louie | 19 October 2009 at 4:42 am #

    Yep…kids and people don't know what they have nowadays with cell phones, iPods, computers, etc…I remember doing research papers for school and going to the library all the time…what do kids tod now? They have it right at their fingertips at home on the internet…must be nice! Although, does every kid nowadays really need a cell phone? I kind of miss going to the record shop too…I do most of my shopping online now…boy how that has changed too…hmmmm.

    Yes, I guess you can say all of these things are not really necessary, but are nice to have. Bells and whistles really. No-frills!

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    princey | 19 October 2009 at 6:10 am #

    I always love reading about your memories as a teen sk. We had one of those pools in the backyard too, but no-one ever cleaned the plastic lining properly, so it always had a slimey feel to it and dead insects floating around that my brothers always flicked at me to make me squeal, geez they were a pain in the butt sometimes, but even that sort of torture is a fond memory of the "good ol' dayzzzz":)

    Electric Warrior is the only T-Rex album I have (after u and many fiends raved about it a year or so ago), its on high rotation here ALOT! The only copy I could find was an import that's been remixed in 5.1 Surround Sound by T.Visconti, it's awesome! It includes a 24pg booklet describing in great detail the recording sessions back in 1972 and what you cant hear on the stereo mix, compared to this new SS mix etc, PLUS all the lyrics are printed, PLUS rare photos in the studio of the band etc….any die-hard fan of T-Rex should get this cd, it cost around $45bucks, but it's worth it!!
    love Amanda

  4. avatar
    cazziem | 19 October 2009 at 7:07 am #

    As young children we're told by our parents it's wrong to lie, so we believe everything. When music's in your blood you DO believe it all; innocent kids hear it word for word, unable to decipher any hidden messages the song-writer as put there. When we get into our teens, music's a must! All your mates are asking have you heard the latest by whoever is popular at the time? Still some of the belief that its real is lingering in the background, coz a lot of teenagers will get into relationships; most the time there's an ‘our tune’ attached to it and the funny thing is, as time goes by so very quickly, thelove of your life has long been forgotten until, by chance, you hear that song again and it takes you back to another time and place when life was so simple.

    With all the technology around us now, I reckon music is one of the few things that actually keeps our own children's brains functioning because they don't need to do half the thinking we used to. I remember my Grand-mother telling me that her generation they didn't have half the stuff mine did as children, but that they were happier then. Now I say the same to my daughter! It's true, but then again, maybe I'm just getting old??

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    Jasperina | 19 October 2009 at 8:51 am #

    Yep… taping stuff from the radio. I had a big clunky tape recorder thingy that my small fingers had trouble pressing the 3 buttons, play, record and pause…funny remembering that. Less stimulation but way more imagination. The music was wonderful and we savoured it more because we didn't have to be saturated with imagery to make us buy it?

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    Hellbound Heart | 19 October 2009 at 9:43 am #

    my old man (or did it belong to my brother?) had one of those reel to reel recorders, big ol' cumbersome thing, weighed a tonne and the tape fucked up on it from time to time but my brother's mates thought it was unreal……
    ah god, back in the early 70's when the world was the avenue that we lived in and the puddle in the drain with tadpoles in it and the odd trip to the beach in the bright blue holden with the sweaty vinyl seats…..

    love always…..

  7. avatar
    Freddie | 19 October 2009 at 1:23 pm #

    Sometimes I too feel like everything is just too much and I feel so bombarded with information and stuff that all the old gears just seem to grind to a halt and I want to run back to that place. A secure place of innocence like childhood…my dad calls that place “The Garden”. 🙂

  8. avatar
    matthew | 19 October 2009 at 2:21 pm #

    nice memories… some of mine correlate nicely.

  9. avatar
    Ellen | 19 October 2009 at 4:12 pm #

    Yeah, I remember the days without cellphones, IPods, PCs, answering machines, etc. It WAS simpler and there are definitely times when I'd rather prefer we turn off all these friggin' machines that are constantly whirring in our lives.

    Hell, when I go for a run in the trails, I'll sometimes see somebody jogging along chatting on a cellphone! For cryin' out loud, turn the thing off and run!

    Thanks for the trip down memory lane.

  10. avatar
    davem | 19 October 2009 at 5:44 pm #

    Great days, salad days..or egg, chips and salad days.
    Now is great too though…look at all the new music and contact we get with our heroes. If some chap had told me about TTB in '82 I'd have thought it impossible.
    Where did you go for your chrimble holidays in those days?? Over here we all came together as extended family awaiting Eric & Ernies Christmas special whilst drinking snowballs!!
    x

  11. avatar
    EDD | 19 October 2009 at 7:18 pm #

    Ahhh…the radio. Say what you want about corprate radio but remember when all you wanted to do was listen to it…then later, be on it? Before I started buying records my Mom had the radio on all the time. My Dad, a musician, never seemed to tell me what he liked. He was country and rock and counrty-rock. He had a genuine Les Paul. Beautiful tobacco sunburst. I taped songs off it too. From about '85 to '90. Nothing really wrong with it today 'cept they will drive a hit single into the ground. But sometimes, that's ok too.

  12. avatar
    Anonymous | 20 October 2009 at 1:23 am #

    mmm transistors…
    I remember those.
    The golden glow from the radio

    Downloading music is
    killing home taping!
    (Workshy t-shirt har har)

    choice

    adam
    nz

  13. avatar
    Cerca trove | 20 October 2009 at 1:34 am #

    Alright kilbey, watching House (second favorite show after the office) tonight, and guess who's selling Lincolns (the car, not the president) – YOU -sort of. Female singer singing under the milky way – no criticism, actually made me smile.

  14. avatar
    AssMidget | 20 October 2009 at 1:52 am #

    As a kid I remember waiting for my favorite songs to come on the radio so i could record them in mono with my crappy recorder. Now I pretty much hate the radio.

  15. avatar
    Sigur | 20 October 2009 at 2:10 am #

    Woah – as soon as I reached the line: "I was lost in a dream", the white letters started to glow on and off.

    You're very talented!

  16. avatar
    loolaabillions | 21 October 2009 at 6:28 am #

    ahhh

    what a
    wonderful
    time of life
    to live……..xx


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