posted on August 21, 2015 at 9:12 am

dressing room new jersey

the crying guitars wept up by the mid 20th century

will rail against the dyeing of the fleeting light

i’m on tour just like i dreamed when i was kid little lamb

when i was jung oh so long ago so many moons and dunes after

staying in hotels

gliding through the american summer days like a dream

i meet and greet the fans i am stunned to see they are all doctors and lawyers

imagine their serious complicated lives

and then they listen to the church to forget themselves

i think thats kinder cool

i love everyone who loves the band

if they have heeded this vague call

gigs fly by and out of memory

i do yoga and stay tuned

i am sensible and healthy

in crowded rooms and vast lonely places

in the humidity and the A.C.’s icy blast

in the drudgery and romance

in the packing and unpacking

in the stupidity and the brilliance

in the limelight and in the emptiness

in the anticipation and in the release

in the many and in the only only one

goddess of music lay your favour on me babe

saraswati out there some where jamming down her sacred groove

many splendid evening the strings i pull go right through them

a piano falls from the sky and crushes my shadow

the notes explode radiating out in arcing cadences

bass a serpent wriggling in my earth like worm

i plug in and i’m flying through cities like a witch

the magic comes when it wants it goes when it wants

it is elusive illusive and divisive

magic god music yoga peace pot

a secret transmission from beyond via a daft old popsinger

what is music anyway i still don’t understand

what is a song even?

what is your bass guitar?

what is the time that you go onstage?

what is the first note in the first song?

what is the last note you will ever play?

where did it start and how will it end?

watch this space i guess



17 Responses to “her life was saved by rocknroll yeah baby rocknroll”

  1. etta
    etta | 21 August 2015 at 9:38 am #

    God… not long left here and then a new strange and hopefully wonderful kind of life. I dont discount aloneness. Maybe i will embrace it. Sometimes. I dont discount loss and worry but i imagine great gifts even little ones and satisfactions too. I just cant stop although i seem passive. To nurture the young and talented! Btw i got a glimpse of and heard your two eldest singing in a Sydney street the other night as i was around to collect my own child from a farewell dinner. Surreal and magical. Thank you!

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    Chris | 21 August 2015 at 10:51 am #

    All is One.

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    Cath | 21 August 2015 at 11:37 am #

    <3 Saraswati smiles always on you…
    joy is a nice song Steven , long play it
    blessings c

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    David and Monica | 21 August 2015 at 1:22 pm #

    etta always so eloquent one should probably put her to, who’s that guy who has two wonderful albums of commissioned songs?

  5. avatar
    Michel | 21 August 2015 at 6:16 pm #

    Life becomes easy when you listen to The Church
    Maybe we listen to The Church more to discover ourselves ?

  6. Pictish
    Pictish | 21 August 2015 at 8:33 pm #

    “a piano falls from the sky and crushes my shadow
    the notes explode radiating out in arcing cadences
    bass a serpent wriggling in my earth like worm
    i plug in and i’m flying through cities like a witch”

    ^ Some phrases in need of painting.

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    jeff798 | 22 August 2015 at 3:12 am #

    Emerging random memory in flux… had the Starfish poem hanging in the office where I used to teach. Your music and words strengthened everything there was to deal with adolescent angst, a deepening awareness of trying to find a place, and continuing on.. I took the words, the beautiful words, and turned them into my own stories, unknowingly becoming part of moral compass and everyday thought, soon to become a part of the whole being, a great gift I cannot repay. Though maybe not intending, they have made me a better person, a better father, and brought me closer to God. Not sure I will be there tonight, but the words will, and there remain… long after the last aria sounds.

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    Steven Krut | 22 August 2015 at 4:53 am #

    I wonder why The Church are still operating at such a high creative level while the PFs haven’t put out an album since 1991. I think a large part of the answer is because you are in The Church and you are such a geyser of ideas. The entire cosmos of possibilities is your palette. When you think about it, how could one ever run out of great ideas in this amazing, infinite universe? And yet artists run dry all the time. People run dry and become shadows of their youthful selves. I intend to stay just as vital and sharp until my dying breathe. You’re sort of my hero/model of sustained vitality, I guess. It’s kind of annoying that the PFs have a larger audience than The Church despite being creatively defunct for the past 24 years. Imagine if The Church hadn’t put out an album since ’91 and were still touring around. It would be fairly pathetic. So let the PFs get the louder cheers as they blast the audience with nostalgia and dreams of past days. They’re still great in their own time-frozen way, but you and The Church are the real, living thing.

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    mattyc | 23 August 2015 at 1:09 am #

    Beginning and end,bookends,reference points. But the soul thrives in the now, channeling spirit and muse.
    “Despite all the amputations, she could still dance to the rock and roll station…
    …and it was all right.”

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    Ingrid | 8 September 2015 at 8:39 pm #

    Sounds like a brilliant tour!!!
    How lucky the audience are. There is not much that beats a Church tour.
    Yes what is music anyway, it defies language.
    But it is something that I know that I need in my life.
    It calms, soothes, inspires, transforms, awakens, fulfills, energizes and more.
    Thanks for sharing this beautiful blog.

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    sue | 2 October 2015 at 10:47 pm #

    Susie said, when she was 16 years old
    There was nothin’ happening at all
    Every time she puts on the radio
    There was nothin’ goin’ down at all, not at all
    Then, one fine mornin’, she puts on a melbourne station
    You know, she couldn’t believe what she heard at all
    She started shakin’ to that fine, fine music
    You know, her life was saved by rock’n’roll

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