posted on June 17, 2006 at 7:32 am

dear fiendish ones
as promised a missive from honkers
just arrived
and am sitting beside a huge window watching planes land
in the distance the improbable city of hongkong
surrounded by mountains n ocean
4 hours before i drag my weary carcass
aboard the flight to siddley

well its been a test of nerves
yessaday i arrive at stockholm airport
and the lady checking me in
jus’ wasnt digging me at all
despite the ole sk charme
she was not taken in
first of all she wouldnae check my baggage thru to sydney
because i’d lost the bit of paper from my travel agent
secondly she hit me big time for excess baggage
about a hundred and fifty bucks
then although i had a tight connexion in london
the plane sat on the tarmac for an hour or so
due to technical problemos
sweltering in the airless cabin
thinkin’ i might miss my flight home
i became panicky n morose
anyway just when i’d given all hope up as lost
we take off
arrive in london
instead of a smooth stroll to reconnect
i gotta enter london
find my bag and bass guitar
re enter airport etc etc
so the lady at customs isnt sure if im the same sk
as the sk from 97 when mah passport pic was schnapped
due to fungal presence of ye olde white beard
eventually she lets me in
and i charge down to baggage reclaim
aware of each elapsing minute racing by
(aint it strange how fast time goes when you got none to lose)
oh gee golly gosh
my big grey suitcase with its jesus and ganesha stickers
is almost one of the 1st things off
oh well t’ings are looking up fer yer humble hero
i wait for mah beloved fender jazz bass
my 7, ooo dollar stradivarius of the bass world
my piece of wood which i have a symbiotic relationship with
my masterpiece of a bass, even on every note
a thing i love like a child
minutes go by
i see all other passengers slowly but surely
pick up their stuff n leave
no sign of my goode bass
i start to panic again
oh no
oh no
i go to the sas desk to report it
im almost in fucking tears
my bass, my bass guitar
is about all i can gasp
to a very disinterested dude
who evidently doesnt speak much english or swedish
he pushes a piece of plastic towards me
covered in different types n styles of suitcases
so i can identify what i lost
no no no im stammering
its not a suitcase
its a bass guitar case
a big oblong brown thing
all taped up where you lot have smashed all
the hinges off on the way here…
he tries to pacify the raving hippy in front of him
just wait…it’ll come
anyway im standing there thinkin’
how will i live without my bass
when a kinda asian lookin’ lady comes walking
across the floor with my instrament in a trolley
ah sweet relief
thank you thank you i say
can i have it
i gotta recheck in
i dont have to long
she wont let me have it
no no she says
you come with me
she pushes me towards the red “something to declare”
customs section
while i had hoped to quickly pop thru the green
theres a queue and sniffy beagles runnin round
and loadsa customs ossifers
(sks pet hate)
what are ya doing i ask her
i got nothing to declare
shes waving this form in front of my face
you didnt declare your gun sir
my what?
your gun
oh fer fucks sake
some idiot thinks my bassy is a fucking rifle
i queue up
its not a gun , its an axe i joke
with the uber”straight” custard officials
finally we unwind all the tape
and they all have a goode laff
when they see my battered but lovely guitar
lying in its case dreaming of our last tour
“dont point it at anybody” says a dour lady officer
that musta been the funniest thing she ever said in her life
even the sniffy beagles stop sniffin’ to have a giggle
i try to tape up the case again n i rush on thru
LUCKILY for me
my cathay flite is from terminal 3
the same one i landed at
im a blur of motion pushing my trolley
that wants to go in the opposite direction of wherever
i want it to go
pushing thru the crowds come to welcome their family n friends home
i go careening outside
into the smoggy londonistan air
back inside
knockin’ people (carefully) outta the way
i get to cathay airlines
more queues
eventually get to the desk
weigh mah stuff
more excess baggage
thatll be 65 pounds sir
sk has no credit card
is there a cash machine round here
yes sir
i race upstairs
luckily theres sixty 5 quid left in my accnt
after having maxxed out my daily withdrawal allowance
that morning in stockholm
buying presents for doodles and mrs nk
(hope she likes what i got her!)
i go back down
pay the money
watch as my poor olde bass disappears down into another chute
its nerve wracking fiendss
i couldnae replace it
A) i dont have the cash
B) its irreplaceable

anyway i get a tomato bagel n a raspberry juice
and jus board my plane in time
christ what a strain on my nerves
im sweating panting n groaning as i sink into my seat
at last some good luck
the plane is half empty
and theres no kidd sittin’ behind kickin’ mah seat
(you ever had that???)
and no obese person overflowing into my space
i strap on ipddy woddy
to listen to the treasure trove of stuff
ive downloaded from marcus’s record collexion
bonus grace disc
(love kanga roo)
all kindsa stuff
emmy lou harris
sixteen horsepower
plus some eno
“sister lemme tell ya
about a vision that i saw
you were drawing water for yer husband
you were suffrin’ unda the law”
right on
i pull out my book
if on a winters night a traveller
by italo calvino
which im re reading after a long time
its brillyant fiendsss
do yerselves a favour…
talk about a different approach…
check it out if ya getta chanse
the flight aint too badde
my veg food is pretty unappetizing
but who cares
im on the plane aint i????
anyway that leaves me here in honkers
at the big window
my flite so far off it aint even on the board yet..
i wonder if linda wong is still out there somewhere…?
or what??
i wouldnt mind doing some yoga
but i dont wanna draw attention to meself
or get arrested as a member of falun gong or sumpthing
my coccyx is as sore as all get out
and its hurting just sittin here
but ya know what
you fiendss come 1st
and i promised ya a letter
n here it is
the airport vibrates slightly
or is that just me
backs aching n valium hangover
how do people drop that stuff all the time
feels like i been clobbered…all groggy

also very happy that i can get on the net here fer free
unlike greedy london n stockholm
where ya need a credit card
and i think that my credit rating
is slightly worse than charlie manson or pete doherty
(busted in oslo a day ago with a gram n a half of smack)
actually listen to baby shambles off minnas ipod
what a tepid weak little goose ball
if he wasnt smokin kate mossys crack
he wouldnae getta gig anywhere
spineless little voice
thats the best song says minna
i’d hate to have heard the badde ones…
only a matter of time till this boy goes down for a while
everybody braying for his blood
wouldnt be surprised if the swedish snuten
(the cops…literally the snouts)
dont pay him a visit in his campervan at hultsfred festival
the biggy in sweden
which the church have played twice
anyway i cant understand all the furore over this guy
when gw n his merry men continue their outrages
drug addicts
we gotta have an enemy, fiendss
just like in orwells 1984
jus’ gotta keep the fight going against someone
so ya dont notice that the ruling classes are fucking us over but goode

any way
any how
im gonna log off me blogg
see ya all back at my kitchen table tomorrow sometime
im gonna wander round n see what mischief i can get up to
at this airport
i love ya
i love ya
ilove ya
sk (jetsetting hippy turkey)

52 Responses to “hong kongkerred”

  1. avatar
    Pekoslaw Bauer | 17 June 2006 at 8:46 am #

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  2. avatar
    slacker0000 | 17 June 2006 at 8:50 am #

    a 7000 dollar bass – 65 dollars left in the ATM – bloody hell – funny life you professional musos lead – hello to you in wierd airport limbo-land where time has lost its meaning

  3. avatar
    CAPTAIN BEYOND | 17 June 2006 at 8:53 am #

    happy trails esskay…

  4. avatar
    davem | 17 June 2006 at 9:04 am #

    We wouldn’t leave you totally bassless sk!! 700 blogg addicts=$10 each. Know what you mean though – some things can’t have a price put on them.
    I find it weird to hear about you having problems with your passport photie. So many of us have grown with you over the years we could look at any piccie of you amongst the zillions & state the year it was taken.
    Thanks for taking the time to let us know how you’ve been getting on. Safe trip home Steve.
    Off now to sunny Manchester to see Richard Ashcroft, Razorlight & The Feeling with my Son. Will be playing ULTC all the way there. Nothing compares to you.
    Rest up – I’ve seen details of the US tour – wow – your energy astounds me…….uf
    Love you more

  5. avatar
    Queen Hatshepsut | 17 June 2006 at 9:06 am #

    Steve –
    You hate pets???? Did I read that correctly? Oh you must think I am insane. I like animals more than most people.
    Hope your flight home is LESS eventful – confusing a bass for a rifle. What morons. Thanks for the blog…I will see you guys in one month and two days. Not that I’m counting or anything. ; )

  6. avatar
    Tony Pucci | 17 June 2006 at 9:13 am #

    you can borrow my
    $249 US
    Fender Squier P-Bass Special
    in Torino Red
    (precision body/jazz bass neck
    w/one jazz and one p-bass pickup)
    any old time you like
    it actually ain’t too bad

  7. avatar
    Queen Hatshepsut | 17 June 2006 at 9:13 am #

    Ok that’s it. You and everyone else must think I am on serious drugs. I’m so embarrassed! I am not; I am just really, really tired from lack of sleep. I re-read your blog. You hate CUSTOMS officers – that’s your pet hate. LOL!! God, *I* am the moron now. I totally read that the wrong way. You poor thing. I actually have a brain, it’s just not here now. I hope you at least get a laugh or something. I thought, Steve doesn’t seem like he would hate animals? Why would he write that?
    And DaveM (?) is right – not that your bass can REALLY be replaced…but if ever there is any emergency…I know the readers of your blog would come through. $10 – $20 whatever. You’ve been there for us, we’re here for you. Even the ones who can’t read your blog correctly. ; )
    love again,

  8. avatar
    sue cee | 17 June 2006 at 9:51 am #

    ha i laughed so hard.. ‘dont point that at anybody’

    We all know your bass is a concealed weapon of mass destruction LOL. Hope you got a licence for it! 🙂

    I can see it now …”Dont shoot me Steve, Im just the piano player!”

    At least the big panic to get it back probably took your mind off other things


  9. avatar
    adrrrakk | 17 June 2006 at 10:05 am #

    Rage has a go-betweens special on @12.20 tonite (+ some jf just before 1.30 -(everyhourgs)- neato.

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    Daberhasher | 17 June 2006 at 10:14 am #

    hope this finds you in an unharried place, like home!!! i’m all tense and sweaty just from reading your tale of airportal hijinx, you transporter you…

    so i gotta Bolan wonderment…
    we’re listening to The Slider at work yesterday(on vinyl baybee), and on Ballroom of Mars he’s mentioning Dylan and Alan Freed and then John Lennon… and then i realize that i can hear in there the melody for JL’s as yet unwritten, i reckon, Mind Games… is there some crazy cryptical rock and roll story there that i’m unaware of???
    an homage, a dig, or nothin’???

    also, someone let me borrow a copy of Dylan’s Tarantula… i thought of you as soon as i started
    “reading” it… what a trip!

    truman peyote…

  11. avatar
    Anonymous | 17 June 2006 at 10:16 am #

    You crack me up sk, that me laugh, you can’t seem to go anywhere without something setting you off!! I’ll miss the international flavour of your rants, but it will be nice to have you back in oz again, safe & sound.

    Love you always,
    Amanda P

  12. avatar
    Altres | 17 June 2006 at 10:49 am #

    Great blog Steve, I hope the rest of the journey goes great and you don’t end up on the set of the TV show Lost somewhere.

    “Before we’re lost, before we’re lost
    Look at the map, add up the cost
    Before we’re lost”

    Actually, how cool would it be to have Lost played on Lost?


  13. avatar
    Samosanx | 17 June 2006 at 11:40 am #

    Hilarious! Laughing out loud in Darwin.

    Hey SK that pakoslaw bauer at the top of the comments is a piece of junk/spam shite…
    can ya get rid of it? any smart techies on here who could?

    Welcome back to Bondi Steve, even though I aint there. Welcome back to Oz.

  14. avatar
    captainmission | 17 June 2006 at 12:07 pm #

    ..a man of his word, thanks for the dispatches, man those customs people always go for the wrong people, they seem to have the clique suspect syndrome, ahh well i’m glad ya made it with Jazz and heading home safe and sound.
    ‘if on a winters night a traveller’
    is that the calvino tarot novel? Excellent book, as is Invisible Cities.
    Well, safe travels, the waters a bit chilly but the surfs excellent.

  15. avatar
    lorrain | 17 June 2006 at 12:07 pm #

    Reads like the Odyssey ! Haha
    What a surge of humour bliss ! At least for us.
    Not to mention the fine ending political statement.
    I love ya too

  16. avatar
    Anonymous | 17 June 2006 at 12:25 pm #

    I remember in Paris airport, on my return from Stockholm, customs officers, puzzled by my suitcase full of ancient clothes and CDs…

  17. avatar
    (('{~_~}')) | 17 June 2006 at 12:26 pm #

    What a crack up! Your bass mistaken for a gun! Unbelievable! Hope your flight to Sydney is a lot less stressful.

  18. avatar
    Anonymous | 17 June 2006 at 1:27 pm #

    hi sk
    hope you’re home in your
    comfy kitchen
    by now
    by your beauties
    having something
    yummy to eat

    “dont point it at anybody” says a dour lady officer
    that musta been the funniest thing
    she ever said in her life
    even the sniffy beagles stop sniffin’ to have a giggle

    i love your
    funny stories
    the image of the
    sniffy beagles makes me
    giggle too
    thanks for the smiles
    stressy day
    too much reality
    the bs kind thats
    not fun
    makes me
    want to
    go skinny dipping
    in a beautiful desolate
    swedish lake

    welcome home

  19. avatar
    verdelay | 17 June 2006 at 1:56 pm #

    Verdelay chose to reply to the first version of the blog entry, rather than the last, most recent version.
    “What’s it called?”, he asked.
    “Hong Kongkerred”, replied the bookseller.
    “And which entry is more authentic, the first or the second?”.

    The bookseller thought about that for a few moments.
    “Listen”, she said at last, “I’m not even real. You’re just making me up. Besides, there will soon be another blog entry and the fact that there were two versions of this one will be forgotten entirely”.

    “What will the title of the next entry be?”, asked Verdelay.

    The bookseller sighed. “Well, I could tell you. As a Figmented Being I am not constrained by time as you are. But I don’t think I will tell you, after all”.

    “Why not?”

    “Because you’ve made me a bit one-dimensional. And a bookseller, for crying out loud. I understand the Calvino reference, but christ, why a lowly bookseller? I could have had cloven hoofs. Or been Marco Polo”.

    “Or a galaxy”

    “Yes. Yes, I could have been a fucking galaxy. Instead you make me a bookseller, banging on about some blog. Not only that – now I sound all whiny as well”.

    “Okay”, said Verdelay, “I take your point. I’m really sorry to have rendered you so unrealistically and in such a humdrum form. But I tell you what, I’ll make it up to you. As the author’s agent here, I have certain perogatives of my own. While he’s running off at the fingers, why don’t I just make you a galaxy after all. How does that sound?”

    “Oh, could you?”, said the bookseller, who was already starting to transform before his eyes. Her bookseller garb was starting to shimmer, and her eyes were as black as holes.

    “Sure”, replied Verdelay, “Look – it’s happening already.

    And sure enough, the bookseller transformed into a galaxy, complete with nebulae and star-forming clusters.

    “Thank you”, she said, “This is much better. Just like in Cosmicomics. By the way, I’m still not going to tell you what the next blog entry is called. That would spoil the fun. But I can tell you this: it’ll probably be a clever pun of some description”.

    “Yes, I expect you’re right” said Verdelay from deep in the midst of the former bookseller. “I look forward to reading it”

    “Yes” said the galaxy, “So do I”.

  20. avatar
    Anonymous | 17 June 2006 at 1:59 pm #

    You can’t help but love this man… just oozing genius and talent, day after month after year after decade. And you’ve been doing it since before half of us were even born. All dark and esoteric before post-punk had even been dreamt up. the sound of early 80’s Australia before there even was one, and you weren’t even born here. So far ahead of your time, and of it, that you blew away the mainstream pulp with just your second single and then left it to its own tediousness for another six years, before giving it another wake up call at a time of your choosing. Ever-defiant in the 90’s, still effortlessly serving up the songwriting lessons to legions of shoegazers, struggling in your wake. And here you are in 2006 – hong kong airport, still forced to humour everything you rail against, and carefully balancing the joys of your loved ones with your creative calling at venues all over the globe. A sycophantic rant, maybe, but I really appreciate it, and it’s obvious I’m not alone here.

    All the best for always,

  21. avatar
    veleska1970 | 17 June 2006 at 3:08 pm #

    oh the indignation and humiliation of it all!!! why are those customs agents always pickin’ on you???

  22. avatar
    veleska1970 | 17 June 2006 at 3:28 pm #

    there’s probably a picture of you hanging up behind the counter of every customs in every airport with the caption: “if you see this man, harass him!!”

  23. avatar
    baby | 17 June 2006 at 3:30 pm #

    my condolences on the air travel. i should send white lilies. such as it may be, soon you will home, in the bosom of your family. kick your suitcase into the closet, and have a nice cuppa.

    Let us wander where we will
    Something kindred greets us still
    Something seen on vale or hill
    Falls familiar on the heart

  24. avatar
    matthew | 17 June 2006 at 4:25 pm #

    Hahaha enjoyed the airport anecdote very much. And I do understand the desperate love of a piece of wood, and the airport anxiety about its welfare.

  25. avatar
    Anonymous | 17 June 2006 at 5:18 pm #

    SK – Can’t you gatecheck your bass? I’ve done so with my beloved guitar, even on Int’l flights going into Aussie. And there it is waiting for me when I de-plane.

  26. avatar
    mike a | 17 June 2006 at 5:53 pm #

    Wow – what an adventure!! I can feel your stress!! I hope your bass guitar makes it through okay!!

  27. avatar
    pharaoh | 17 June 2006 at 6:03 pm #

    Hope you made it back into Oz with a minimum of hassle, Steve. You paint a very amusing word picture… SK carrying a gun? Obviously they don’t read your blog. I can totally understand your panic though – feel the same way about my Jazzmaster even if it’s a fraction the cost and im not a jetsetting hippy rockstar.

    Just finished watching/recording the Go-Betweens special on Rage, and i’m still glowing and humming to the melodies of messrs Forster and McLennan. Some great clips of them playing on Rock Arena that i’d not seen before… followed of course by Jack Frost, Far Out Corp., Grant solo etc.

    Hadn’t seen the Every Hour God Sends video in many years, it holds up really well and was always a favourite cut of mine from that album. War in the Middle East… never gets old does it?

    Speaking of seminal Australian tv/music show Rage, i have a 3 hr videotape i’ve kept for over 14 years now… none other than everyone’s favourite bassist/jetsetter Steve Kilbey programming the show way back in 1992. Quality has suffered over the years but i still watch it now and then (just a few weeks ago actually) because it was such a great mix of music you chose, you introduced me to some classics. I was a 16yr old high school rocker up in Cairns at the time, obsessed with the Priest=Aura album (as i am today) and have very fond and very clear memories of the night it ran… despite the accompanying herbal intake.

    Sorry for the reverie, just one of my warmest Church-related memories. I’m curious now if you’ve ever been asked back to do the show… I would love to see what the four of you would program.

    love ya SK, and welcome back


  28. avatar
    jeanz | 17 June 2006 at 6:49 pm #

    Admit it , that was a gun you were carrying.
    You are into that stuff after all.


  29. avatar
    starfish | 17 June 2006 at 7:19 pm #

    Thanks for posting twice SK. I love re-reading your blogs and this is perfect for a lazy sod like me who doesn’t like to scroll back to the top. 😉

    BTW, do you still have the Fender VI?

  30. avatar
    Anonymous | 17 June 2006 at 8:27 pm #

    so that’s what’s going on in hong kong
    while i’m in büchen right now
    what a party
    all the girls are watching the soccer world cup
    and the boys don’t care
    but nobody except me cares about a fender jazz bass that almost got lost
    well, you can always point that at me, sk
    see you at your kitchen table
    manfred u

  31. avatar
    Jerry | 17 June 2006 at 8:47 pm #

    SK –

    Had to laugh at the airport/airplane travails. I experience them all, in spades, when I travel for work; kids kicking my seat the whole flight, crying babies, big fat passenger next to me wanting half of my little space as well, bags that go missing, condescending customs agents….it appears somewhat glamorous on the surface, but the reality is often stressful and boring.

    HongKong….never been there, sounds exotic from where I sit right now. Hope you’re back safe in Oz and Siddly.


  32. avatar
    isolde | 17 June 2006 at 11:53 pm #

    as the good captain says
    invisible cities
    you’re our marco polo
    with tall tales and true

    kublai klan

  33. avatar
    mae dae | 18 June 2006 at 12:43 am #

    Is that a gun in your luggage or are you just pleased to see me?

  34. avatar
    Brad | 18 June 2006 at 1:23 am #

    I was in a bad mood. Still happens sometimes that. But yr blog cheered me up. Thanks.


  35. avatar
    Anonymous | 18 June 2006 at 2:46 am #

    Flight from Sydney to San Francisco
    Plane is full
    Smarmy Aus. teenage couple behind me
    The girl is kicking my seat
    I ask her nicely to stop
    But she only redoubles her efforts
    I realise theres naught I can do
    Without making a big scene
    She boots my seat all the way across the Pacific
    While her and the boyfriend have a giggle
    I thought of accidentally spilling
    Some hot tea on her
    But that might have made
    A bad situation worse
    Anyway I’m too dam nice

    Always love your stories

  36. avatar
    Anonymous | 18 June 2006 at 2:57 am #

    Verdelay that was boring.

  37. avatar
    MarkM | 18 June 2006 at 3:21 am #

    Now that had me laughing…and Pharoah had it right, obviously they just need a dose of the bloggy to set matters straight. And I totally understand the anxiety of placing a beautiful vintage instrument in the hands of airport staff along with bags of luggage stuffed full of clothes and pyjamas….i’ve seen plenty of instruments meet a sad end that way…i know I’m nervous when I place my Gretsch anywhere out of my line of sight. I hope it made it Sydney OK….. Its always a good idea to loosen the strings before you put it on a plane, just to get that tension off the neck. (Air cabin pressure in the luggage area can cause bowing – I’ve even heard of guitars with exploding necks on planes)…I’m sure you know all that stuff tho (that’s just the music shop guy in me talking, I’ve been there too long…)
    Happy Landings
    Mark M

  38. avatar
    Anonymous | 18 June 2006 at 3:53 am #

    Your basse looks almost exactly like a re-issue…!

  39. avatar
    dig | 18 June 2006 at 5:27 am #

    Could have been worse,If say it was not hongkong, but rather some place in the States, you might have got into trouble for not declaring your bass and not having a rifle. I heard that in one particular part of america(might just be a town) it illegal not to have a gun!
    Speaking of airports ‘Music for Airports’what a cool title for an album.

  40. avatar
    sue cee | 18 June 2006 at 5:32 am #

    Adrrrakk – thank you! Just managed to dust off an old tape in time. .. sigh, the JF clips.. SK and GM lookin’ so happy together!
    The clip for Thought That I Was Over You always makes me smile, as if they were singing it to each other! 🙂

    Drifted off to bed with Surround Me playing around in my head.

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    Queen Hatshepsut | 18 June 2006 at 6:18 am #

    Dig is correct – I know that one of my sister-in-law’s friends works in Kennesaw, GA and residents are required to own a gun – at least that’s what she told me, and what I read.(Anyone living in GA please correct me if I’m wrong.) Can you imagine?
    Steve – perhaps you should put “This is a bass” on the outside of your case. Then you’ll probably get in trouble for trying to bring undeclared fish into the country with the level of intelligence at the airports sometimes.
    Hope you’re soon at your kitchen table…thinking, “ah…home sweet home!”

  42. avatar
    kurtez | 18 June 2006 at 6:21 am #

    there is something funny about airports, you’re in a different world within your world…watching the Singapore Airlines stewardesses walking by in their kimonos or whatever they are…all a perfect 10 out of 10…watching other passengers, 9 out of 10 whom you think might very well blow up the plane….and all those other chicks, an (im)perfect 9 out of 10, which you end up sitting beside on the nine hour flight home…and (un)fortunately the in-flight radio plays crap 9 out of 10 times…where’s the Church, or the Chruch, or even the Chrhcu when you really need them?

    I am thankful for flying SK Airlines, they get me there safely every time.

  43. avatar
    always at the church | 18 June 2006 at 6:46 am #

    big little brother everyone always has delusions of grandeur when it comes to traveling being there is great its in the getting there that sucks. my precious little cc ccohn accoustic (that seems to make everyone who touches it want to buy it)was also waylaid at the airport in lisbon … i almost died ..cried and then the same thing out of nowhere comes nice lady with guitar . my point is nothing jus storytelling ,im looking at her right now (my baby)….(the guitar)….ahhhh you and the other constants in opal,…ive come to rely on you boys ,,…aural sex i guess…anyway many many moons ago when i was jus a wee lad my next door neighbor way out there in oregon introduced me to the church i used to beg him not to play anything depressing like the church well it turned out that meloncholy was my middle name and that without my realising it your voice was growing in my head like some great weed . . . . ive been defending that great weed .. just as you have been cultivating it fir some twenty odd years.. man have they been odd..feel like im spending the whole song in space anyway biglittle brother, space prophet, vagabond hippie i love the music love it love it love it goodnight.

  44. avatar
    eek | 18 June 2006 at 7:21 am #

    They thought you had a gun? haha! That is hilarious. At least you made the lady customs officer crack a joke. Guess the olde SK charm is still intact after all.

    Hope you are now safe and sound at home, passing out the gifts you got for your ladies (I’m sure the best gift is that you’re back home). Enjoy your reunion.

  45. avatar
    Anonymous | 18 June 2006 at 1:04 pm #

    jet setting hippie turkey.

    Airports are a real wanker aren’t they? The more stops you have, the more complicated things become. Exponentially so…..


  46. avatar
    12str | 18 June 2006 at 5:05 pm #

    the old double click sk!!??=)

    i once did a 13 click here!
    the most popular that day haha!

    take care on your long way home man.
    i really think you brought the sun with you to sweden..
    we havent had this kind of a summer this early for a couple of years..


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    John Garratt | 18 June 2006 at 5:28 pm #

    Happy Father’s Day, SK.

    All I got was some turtle waste.


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    the dean | 18 June 2006 at 10:04 pm #

    guitars are lovely things

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    persephone2u | 18 June 2006 at 10:08 pm #

    They wouldn’t let you take your bass on the plane with you and leave it up front? Heathens!! But it’s almost worth it just for the punchline of the dour lady officer alone. I often wonder where they recruit these people from. Surely not charm school…

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    Anonymous | 18 June 2006 at 10:53 pm #

    One of your best titles yet.
    Welcome back Kotter

    Dutch Pierre

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    Paige | 19 June 2006 at 2:15 am #


    So glad that lovely bass is safe and sound and that they didn’t insist upon a body cavity search of something equally frightening. I cannot tell you how happy I am that I don’t have to fly regularly (I haven’t flown in over 10 years and am happy about it!)

    Speaking of 1984 and diversionary gov’t tactics, thought you and any other anti-Bush/Iraq folks might like a little cud to chew about 9/11. 81 minutes long, so give yourself some time. Go here (you’ll need to cut-n-paste a tad):
    Scary, but I wouldn’t be shocked if it were all true. And I hate being that damn cynical. I love this place, but Bush and co. and the big oil machine SUCK! (My opinion…I ain’t looking for debates.)

    On a “lighter” topic (if you can call addiction lighter) I’d wondered if you’d heard that new Twilight Singers. It seems that he captures the pain of imprisonment by “the olde gear” quite well. It hurts me to listen to Candy Cane Crawl…makes me physically hurt. Mistress does the same. I’ve never done the stuff, personally, but have seen to many beautiful minds dulled/dimmed/silenced by it. It scares me.

    Looking so VERY forward to seeing you guys in Myrtle Beach. I’m ECSTATIC you’re coming to South Carolina. If you want to visit an actually pretty city while you’re in the state, come to Charleston. If you want, I’ll feed you fellas some home-cooked vegan goodies (I still remember how, though we aren’t vegan anymore. My Kilbey isn’t convinced that he can live on just vegetables, grains and fruits and refuses to try. To be fair, his mom and pop don’t want to either. Cheese and ice cream taste so GOOD!)

    Hope your travel back to Aussie goes smoothly and that the joy of seeing your newest family dampens the feeling of separation from the twillies.


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    Larry | 22 June 2006 at 1:21 pm #

    I’m imagining a kind of Day of the Jackal scenario with a rifle cleverly disguised as a bass. Steve Kilbey, low-end assassin …

    A couple of years ago, Robyn Hitchcock had a US customs guy open his guitar case, point at the Rickenbacker or whatever that was inside and ask: what’s this?

    RH’s swift reply was something like: That, my good man, is 40 pounds of the finest Czech-made Semtex plastic explosive money can buy.

    They didn’t appreciate that much.

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