posted on October 8, 2007 at 1:59 am

the pebbled courtyard
with its native bushes
one rainy afternoon
cmon says terry
lets leave now !
king astral is playing at the aquarius festival in nimbin
these were real people
these were actual events
if anything is a lie
it is me
it is you
the teller of the tale at my desk
the hidden reader where ever you maybe
the words which represent ourselves
the way we re-present our past
the way we were the way we were
close my eyes and i’m living it
delicate truth so fragile
broken into fragments by one ill chosen word
take us back then if you can, story teller
fabricated autobiographical imaginary recollected works
why should you care if its true?
its truer than almost anything else you ever knew
its so true its completed the cycle back to pure fiction
as all extreme beautiful truth must approach and merge in fiction
like the gita
and the story of gilgamesh
like aslan the great lion
and jesus who raised men from the dead
the fiction was so pure so perfect
or the truth so improbable
that it no longer matters what actually happened
the effect is created
it is enough
i know you can feel that soft downy rain falling
in the courtyard of the dream holiday house
terris reading the paper
im skimming through a surfing magazine
quite frankly i dont have whatever it takes to surf
i always see my legs hanging off that board under water
i always see the sharp fleshtearing reefs
the dull blow of the rock against you in the waves
the pull of the water as it takes you down into itself
a swirling green maw
the fish smell your blood
as you go under
youre gonna come in the ute with us steve he said
i chucked my knapsack in the back and climbed in
i was sitting between them
i could smell terrys salty faintly tobacco odour
and terris perfume
we were driving to nimbin for the aquarius festival
the afternoon before today
we’d watched king astral on a show called gtk
there was a thing on this years festival
and theyd played king astrals filmclip
which was them in a botanic garden all sped up
and running about
terry in his white clothes and dark tan and white hair
looking like someone shot in negative
he wielded his bass the way he surfed the waves
the detached confidence of a master
i was already jealous to share the twins with the world
i was already envious of all the people who knew them better
the other lads in his band
their schoolfriends n cousins
their parents and lovers
i was jealous of the way they knew each other
now i sat here between them driving along
through the cloudy humid afternoon
as if i always was on my way to rock festivals
with angelic eldritch twins
driving through the lush subtropics of northern nsw
we stop into a cafe where i have poached eggs on toast n chips
terry n terri have fish n chips
i have a vanilla milkshake
terri has a caramel
terry has a can of coke and a cigarette
i ask them about themselves
terrys real name is john
but as babies the parents couldnt always tell em apart
so he called himself terry too
and it was easier that way he said
a soft laugh and terri nods
is that really true i ask her
is any of this…..true ? she says
gesturing the cafe and the service station
and the tourists and the cans of oil
the mountains and the clouds and the gentle rain
her green eyes caught the light
and it dawned on me
how easily
anyone who had seen that
would fall in love with her
as she sat there in 1973
with her milkshake and her athena like sandals
which wrapped round her calves like tiny snakes
white t shirt
white levis
white teeth
green eyes
tawny skin
green eyes
and on the radio
a light aircraft crashes
and the cricket scores
olivia newton john singing if not for you
we drive into the mistlike rain
i talk and talk about all kinds of things
i’m gonna be a rocker till the day i die i say
terry says yes steve i believe you will
i ask terri if she can astral travel
of course she answers
cant everyone?
terry drives on and on
through towns and forests
we come to nimbin
oh well now my tiny mind was blowing
hippies everywhere smoking weed
longhaired freaks descended down upon this town
flowerchildren and fools
potheads pixies and prampushing beatniks
oh wow let the sunshine in man
wait maybe i got the dates wrong
is this the morning of the earth?
the age of aquarius , waterbabies
the moon was in the seventh fucking house
whatever that meant it was good news
if you like me
thought that rock freelove and dope
were better than anything else
that theyd offered you in your 19 years here
and you felt that you were at the centre
of a new strange universe
and none of the old stuff mattered anymuch
when we got to the wooden house where we were staying
i decided to sleep across the front bench seat of the ute
the place was packed with hippies and musicians
dopesmoke filled the air
and booze too
plenty of beer
i walked away from it
and climbed into the ute
i slept fetal curled up
i was damp and tired and confused and lonely
i fell asleep listening to the tap tap tap of the summer rain
it was like a soothing mantra
talking me down and around and
into my dreams

28 Responses to “hurly burly 6”

  1. avatar
    Queen Hatshepsut | 8 October 2007 at 3:57 am #

    truth…nostalgia
    something in between?
    regardless, your memories and tales
    are enchanting, as always.
    denise
    xxoo

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    Anonymous | 8 October 2007 at 4:21 am #

    I love you SK! Your words are like a breath of fresh air.They are just beautiful,and so are you!Thank-you….xxA

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    Anonymous | 8 October 2007 at 4:23 am #

    Steven?What does “astral travel” mean?..ha-ha! …/ChW x

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    JONNY NOT YET SO HOLLYWOODISH | 8 October 2007 at 4:26 am #

    Wholly shit esskay, me like this one the best…
    The Nevelator

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    the dean | 8 October 2007 at 5:20 am #

    It’s a shame that this hippy dream of the 70’s turned into the greed of the 80’s. I was about sharing whatever you had which leaves you open to unscrupulous, I guess, a bit like Burma.

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    Anonymous | 8 October 2007 at 5:37 am #

    another slice of heaven from a god!tanks velly muchly SK!…i do get what you mean about some things being just too far out to even be remotely true..i know that in my life,thoughts had crossed my mind,and signals had been received,that were just way too impossible to be realistic…i dont know who it was who said it ,but i think its a goodun..”the impossible is more possible to do/beleive,because there is no rulebook/manual written on the impossible”…worked in an ice cream shop for a while as a teenager on the coast…the stoned surfers used to give me no end of enjoyment with their lingo,and accents..they’d say “kiva nana fishake?”{is that hitting em on the head with a banana or a fish?}…or “kiva a camel milkshake?{one hump or two?}…and when they would come up to the counter and ask for a “cone”,i’d give em a cheeky smile,and wink,and in a school principal style voice,say “i beg your pardon”,,a CONE?”…used to freak em out,but then they’d see my smile,and realize that i was just being funny! oh,so naughty,i was!…love yer bloggy today SK!,hope you have a gorgeous night,beautiful one!…love,and peace,and more love,as always,gen xxxxxooooo

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    Anonymous | 8 October 2007 at 6:30 am #

    its the detail in the ordinary that gives me deep joy and hurly burly delivers and delivers
    thanks
    x

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    Anonymous | 8 October 2007 at 6:32 am #

    oh,and a quick,genuine P.S. some things have to be seen ,to be believed….so,close your magnificent,sweet,weary eyes,…and fel what you can see..works for me! …love,and warmth,gen xxxxx

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    Anonymous | 8 October 2007 at 6:54 am #

    yes…nimbin has to be experienced to be believed, doesn’t it…i live just a stone’s throw from it and byron bay and i can see the looming presence of mount warning from my front yard (the aboriginal name for it is wollumbin which means cloud catcher…much more appropriate, i think)…it’s a beautiful part of the world up here, woudln’t live anywhere else…
    love always
    -The Hellbound Heart
    ps i can hear the basso rumble of a storm coming and i bet if i went and had a look at wollumbin it’d be wreathed in dark grey cloud with jagged fingers of lightning pointing at its pinnacle…

  10. avatar
    Thelonious | 8 October 2007 at 7:37 am #

    SK, so good, so good. Don’t let this one end but I know it will like all the good things. Hi fellow commentators. Listening to Duke Ellington, Piano in the background & Gilttrip.

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    WHITE CLOUDED HIPPY MOSES | 8 October 2007 at 7:56 am #

    FOLLOW THE SUN….THE ENDLESS SUMMER! X ITS GONNA BE ABOUT ANOTHER2 billion YEARS ‘TIL THE SUN GOES OUT…KEEP ON SURFIN THIS WAVE MY MAN! PEACE . LOVE .

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    Anonymous | 8 October 2007 at 8:02 am #

    Hi sk, I’m loving this story so much, but is this the sad ending?????.
    I remember visiting Nimbin & Byron Bay in the early 90’s and having the best “buzz-like” handmade choccies that really made me buzzzzz for days and meeting so many “out-there” tourists, it was one of the best, fun trips ever!! But I imagine the 70’s would have been the best years to visit Nimbin with the REAL, hippy, trippy, freelovin’ freaks…yeah!
    Love always,
    Amanda
    P.S. Hellbound Heart, you’re so lucky to live around that area, I’m so jealous you lucky girl!

  13. avatar
    Anonymous | 8 October 2007 at 8:06 am #

    Hurly Burly 6?
    Hanky Panky No-How, I sez.

  14. avatar
    isolde | 8 October 2007 at 8:22 am #

    try the rainbow cafe

  15. avatar
    Faye | 8 October 2007 at 9:15 am #

    So ,SK?..we would love to go for a trippy in Nimbin,in the Hover-falcon…last time I was in Nimbin,it must have been 10 years ago?..I had mushies on toasteeeeeeeeeeeeeooooooouuuuuuiiiiieee…and for about 2 days after,everything,and i mean everything,made me laugh so hard that i discovered a pig-snorting noise{on about the 5th gear of my laugh}….i’d say you could fit all of us fiends in your magical bus?yes? sounds like alotta fun,even without mushies…great blogge Steve!..and a great vibe to you and right here in the comments pages,as well…such a great vibe,i think i could POP! peace and Love . xo

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    veleska1970 | 8 October 2007 at 12:52 pm #

    this one makes me think of woodstock. peace and love~~why don’t we have that anymore?

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    Anonymous | 8 October 2007 at 1:25 pm #

    anon 6:06 ….ow….cale, Paris1919…I love that album……

    I can’t help flashing from the midwhich cukkooish t&t in this here hb6, the them leatherskinned and middlaged ….like (oh what’s his name, the aussie icon and his wife noelene….who live in byron bay -or used to)

    kittykatxxx

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    Anonymous | 8 October 2007 at 1:41 pm #

    every day is fancy dress day in nimbin…just because.its never dull,because one can be a different kinda ghost of fancy,each and any day..as long as one does it with style,and keeps in line with their own niche/era,its just the best feelineg of freedom.why frock up tomorrow,when you could frock up today,i say.every day is fancy dress day in my world…..CW x

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    fantasticandy | 8 October 2007 at 4:02 pm #

    steve,
    were you really as fragile as you portray yourself in this series?
    if so, it’s staggering to think you are still with us!
    perhaps i begin to understand a little more about the darker days?
    luv,
    andy L.

  20. avatar
    Anonymous | 8 October 2007 at 4:21 pm #

    i believe that some things are worth more than their weight in chickens teeth,or rockinghorse poo…nimbin is really special.i love it so much,it has always had a special place in my heart.i am connected to it in ways that defy reason or rhyme or rationality.its magic personified.i miss it …/jb x

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    Brien Comerford | 8 October 2007 at 5:23 pm #

    The perfection of Terry and Terri remind me of my one and only fiancee who broke up with me way back in the early 1980’s. She was spiritual, intellectual and physical perfection. Too good for me and my low self esteem vented at her and she rightfully gauged my descent into decadence.

    I’m off work for Columbus Day in the USA today. A great explorer who also supported inhumane slavery and the decimation of our native Indians. He does not merit this holiday.

    When my friends ask me about my fascination with Sk. I tell them he is a Mahatma Gandhi and Jim Morrison hybrid. Who can disagree?

  22. avatar
    davem | 8 October 2007 at 6:11 pm #

    That was brill. I’ve changed my mind…Terry must live. Who’s there to say that we’re living this moment…….

  23. avatar
    Anonymous | 8 October 2007 at 9:19 pm #

    beautiful one,x . love .

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    Nick Fiction | 8 October 2007 at 9:32 pm #

    saw johnette at the ( oddly enough ) same venue as i saw the church must recently. Just her and a guitar , she blew the fucking doors off that joint!!! too bad not too many in attendance!

  25. avatar
    Anonymous | 8 October 2007 at 10:10 pm #

    jonette rocks,Mr Fiction!she is incredible..what a soul,what a voice,what a rock goddess..mmm…reminds me of someone…maybe she is the less refined,female “tails”side of the coin,to our divine SK…x

  26. avatar
    Anonymous | 8 October 2007 at 10:44 pm #

    oh,i get it now….twins*?! x

  27. avatar
    Anonymous | 8 October 2007 at 11:53 pm #

    Hi sk, hoope you’re having a nice morning, was just wondering, is it the “Day On The Green” at the winerys your playing in December with the Divinyls????
    Have a beautiful day today.
    Love Amanda

  28. avatar
    Anonymous | 9 October 2007 at 2:31 am #

    who needs drugs?…i’ve just meditated for an hour,and actually received a massage{instead of giving one…yeah!}..are you really playing at the winery?..now that’d be a beautiful thing!…am going to chill out on the verandah,have a cup o T,pop on some mooosic,and try to imagine what magical mystery tour you’ll take us on today…love to you ,as always…gen xxxxx ps..i hope YOU are having a gorgeous day,full of love,light,and laughter!


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