posted on September 16, 2006 at 9:17 pm

goji juice and godspeed you black emperor
i smoke some dope im getting quite immune to
the doodles wake the bumper up
its early sunday morning here in the eestin subbubs of sindney
yesterday los chruchos diablos trawled thru hours of songs
looking for a perfect setlist
not a note played, not a drum struck
just sittin’ there listening with amazement, contempt, amusement
to all these songs
which ones to play?
no no
please its no good suggesting em
cant you see that?
the song selection process is strange n random
i myself find it hard to impose my field on it
who selects the selectors?
and who selected them?
anyway im still no closer to findin’ out
which songs the ensemble will tackle
i was very very pissed off with a naughty taxi driver however
who arrived to take me to the stude
which is a 45 buck cab ride away across town
this chinese-y dude turns up late in this “silver service” taxi
(i’m not gonna do his accent here but imagine it as rather heavy)
oh oh i must take cab back to base, i cant take you to ryde
i say
well let me out now druid
he say
no no i take you to city
find another taxi for you
if not i promise i take you all the way
i say yeah well i wouldnt mind
but i got this great big heavy bass with a busted case
and all this other malarkey..
he say
oh no no
i look after you sir ha ha ha
anyway i strapp on my i poddy
but mr cabby keeps interrupting my reverie
with assurances of how he gonna look after me
but then again he say
the weather very nice its very busy…
already floating a possible loophole…
anyway we bypass the cross city tunnel
he interrupts my listnin’ pleasure again
to tell me how the tunnel is a waste of time
he say
much better to go thru city!!
3 50 cost too much!!
yeah maybe you save about 15 minutes…..
so we drive thru a crowded kings cross
with all its bullshit
and eventually hit ye olde city
full of traffique n pedestrianos
he keeps promisin’ me
i find cab for you at town hall
its his mantra
i find cab for you at town hall
but guess what…?
uh huh no cabs at town hall
you see everyday at 3 all the cabs change drivers
which means that at 3 oclock in sydney
finding vacant cabs is like finding hens teeth
or the tears of a hanged man
thats why i dont wanna get out
cos im lugging all this stuff
and i’ll be stranded in a crowded city
with a loada heavy junk
one more turkey searchin’ helplessly for a cab
he say i turn meter off now till i find you cab
then we drive round n round the city for 15 minutes
till we finally find another cab
he looks at meter n says just give me 30
i say druid, it was 20 bux when you said you was gonna turn it off
i coulda shoulda been there by now
you drove me round n round the city
which i wanted to bypass altogether
you costin me twice as much n takin twice as long
i give him a fifty dollar note
the little bugger gives me 20 back!
i say listen what the fuck..
he jumps out
sprints with my bass in its busted case to other cab
i m fuming as i sit in the new cab
he bends down to window
see see he take you all the way now
hes amazed that im not grateful
he shrugs n walks away
another happy customer….
so you see
didja realise that i’m a magnet for this kinda cockup
i had envisaged a smooth ride
wrapped in my headphones
oblivious to everything else
but what i got
was a loada argy bargy
and didnt listen to nuffink
i was too quietly miffed afterwards
turn up to rehearsal
already on the back foot
please no
get over its
im over it
its a done deal
this morning we gonna drive the chruchos hire car
to a nice harbour beach with a nice sharky net (with holes)
we gonna have foccacia for le brekko
soy blah blahs
the sand n the sea n the sky
swaying palms
spring mornings
parking traumas
see ya later
unhappy rider of n bondi

28 Responses to “immediate rewards starting one years time”

  1. avatar
    mandn | 16 September 2006 at 10:31 pm #

    Orpheus you should have played him some Church tunes
    that would have put him on the right path

    perhaps you were meant to see Sydney in the sunlight today
    see something new
    one more day past 52
    have you learned anything?


  2. avatar
    Daberhasher | 16 September 2006 at 11:36 pm #

    perhaps you should only take cabs with Timbo in tow, so he could do his best Travis Bickle to sort shit out…
    “$30??? you talkin’ to me???…”
    enjoy the beachy, peachy…


  3. avatar
    craig | 16 September 2006 at 11:50 pm #

    i was wonderin’ about that…..we locked in with what we thought was good intel and correct coordinates…..but no sight or sound of el diablos space rock….. just some folks clearing the way for some sorta ceyelon star gate alignment thingy…..although the satty was able to record what they were talkin’ bout….somethin’ about:

    • communications issues – often feeling as if we and the person we are trying to communicate with are speaking different languages.
    • short term memory loss, fuzzy thinking, forgetfulness, not able to find the words we want to use
    • body pain including joint, muscles, particularly in the mid to upper back and neck
    • two spectrums of operation – either we are at warp speed or barely functional (public seem as if they are in a daze)
    • emotional issues have escalated seemingly without resolution and getting bigger
    • extreme fatigue
    • cravings for foods other than what we usually want, not wanting what we normally enjoy
    • great sense of imbalance as if finding our center is impossible

    now i really don’t know nothin’ about nothin’…. but if that stuffs true, it might help to explain things a little…..then again, maybe not

  4. avatar
    CAPTAIN BEYOND | 17 September 2006 at 12:08 am #

    me think you have new choich music in your hearts waiting to be sung just for me, haha, me wish…

  5. avatar
    Tokin' Jester | 17 September 2006 at 1:16 am #

    MY favourite cure for road rage(ya don’t haveta be drivin’) is kush & music from you! I’ve often wondered how ya dealt with it. I’ve also wondered what ya tell the local religious people who hitcha up for$$$-I gave at the office?

  6. avatar
    veleska1970 | 17 September 2006 at 2:06 am #

    eh…don’t worry about the setlist. it’ll somehow magically appear.

    oh the idiot cabdrivers. i don’t miss them days. i’m SOOOOO glad i have my own car.

  7. avatar
    Anonymous | 17 September 2006 at 2:15 am #

    ah yes. there isn’t much in this life worse than a bad cab ride. hope it at least made you stronger.

    rock on as always.

  8. avatar
    ...being here, doing this... | 17 September 2006 at 3:09 am #

    Steve, your taxi story reminds me of my own little saga recently. I was sick…gut aches, stomach spasms…feeling like crap. Being a person with ongoing health difficulties and little means….I sometimes rely on the goodness of society to help me. It was a Saturday….and I knew that if I could get my hands on a simple $4.70 prescription medication….my pain would be greatly relieved. I rang the local clinic….but was told on that on weekends, I would have to pay over $50 to see a doctor before I could get the prescription for the $4.70 medication. But, if I waited till Monday, the clinic would “bulk bill” me, and the consultation would be free. I rang 2 other clinics…and was told the same story. I didn’t have $50….so I waited. And as I waited, just laying about feeling lousy, I started thinking of all the low income and materially disadvantaged people who were in exactly the same position as me. And what about the ones with a sick kid. What would they do? And third world countries….there’s no 2 day wait for them. Often there’s just no medication at all. I just lay there, feeling connected to the millions who suffer in silence. The ones who have no say, no power, no voice. By Monday, the pain had subsided, the cramps had lessened and I was feeling much better. Now, I look back on those two days of discomfort as a window of awakening to the suffering of others. I am so lucky to live in a country that generally provides well for its poor, sick and marginalised….but even here, there are cracks through which any of us can sometimes fall. I’ve had bad cab rides too. One driver in Sydney took me 20 km west of my destination, before relying on me to guide him with the street directory. He still demanded the full fare. Another, in Melbourne, I had asked to take me to the Sidney Myer Music Bowl….to which he responded in complete disbelief….”Sydney????”. My brother and his wife once boarded on a train in India. They sat there as the train divided into two (without any announcements or prior warning) – and the front carriages pulled away and ventured onwards. They were aboard one of the rear carriages which were left behind. They spent the next 8 hours sitting on the ground in the dirt and heat, waiting for another train. I asked them if they were angry with what had happened. They laughed, and told me of the friends made, the stories and jokes shared in that 8 hours of “waiting”. It was one of the highlights of their trip.

    Sometimes “being here, doing this”, really is all that matters!

  9. avatar
    sue cee | 17 September 2006 at 3:32 am #

    What do you mean no setlist hints??

    “pearls, pearls pearls” … i was talking about your words … and Im a bad liar

    Whatever you play Im gonna love. How about you write all your songs down (that’d take up the good part of a day though) and throw them up in the air?… whatever lands!!

  10. avatar
    (('{~_~}')) | 17 September 2006 at 4:07 am #

    Hah, that kind of shit always happens to me. Enjoy your Sunday with the family.

  11. avatar
    fergal | 17 September 2006 at 4:32 am #

    that cabbie is a dirty maven … yes, yes …

  12. avatar
    damien | 17 September 2006 at 6:05 am #

    May I ask why you do not drive, Mr Kilbey?

  13. avatar
    calling down baal and zeusy | 17 September 2006 at 6:27 am #

    high sandy air and co conspiritors….

    its the stuff themes are made of..

  14. avatar
    Anonymous | 17 September 2006 at 8:13 am #

    Where’s your trustworthy cabbie George when you need him?

    I just hope the setlist has some oldies, newies, couple of hits, some spacerock & lots and lots of love…yeah!!

    Love you always,
    Amanda P

  15. avatar
    RA | 17 September 2006 at 9:11 am #

    Godspeedyou! Blackemperor sorta goes with the tale.. you heard the one that goes..”we’re trapped in the belly of this horrible machine… and the machine is bleeding to death”?

    I have those words framed on the wall of my office to remind me of the sick pecuniary enslavement I’m trapped within…

    Sorry not to have said much for a while. Still loving your musings..

    Just got tickets for MC5 in Liverpool. Get some babysitters and it’ll be “kick out the prams…..” lol.. i couldn’t resist..


    Richard. x

  16. avatar
    Anonymous | 17 September 2006 at 9:12 am #

    just returned 2 civilisation(?), so…

    Happy B-day, Mr. K.!


  17. avatar
    eek | 17 September 2006 at 10:05 am #

    yikes, your cab ride sounds even more irritating than my most recent car adventure. Now my car is probably one of the most ratty cars in existence and I swear it is powered by gerbils, but it’s always been fairly dependable, so I was quite surprised when it died about 45 miles from home Wednesday evening.

    After my initial “FUCK!!” I had the happy thought that if the car was indeed toast I could finally justify getting something nicer (I’ve sworn to drive it until it really and truly dies). Alas, the damned thing turned out to be easily and cheaply fixed. >:(

    However, while I was sitting there waiting for the tow truck I thought of those accidents you sometimes hear about where a car is off on the berm and another vehicle slams into it. And then I thought “that better not happen today because it would fucking suck to get splattered all over I70 on SK’s birthday! …on the up side, I might get a nice SK eulogy through….”

  18. avatar
    mattdavison | 17 September 2006 at 10:46 am #

    Once I got in a city cab here in Aucky and I said “how much, and he said free today for you mate, I am going that way anyway….
    Bet their not like that in Sido or Melbo eh.
    Shivers, if I don’t get my melby show tickies soon SK will have to put me name on the door.
    he he
    Matto davooooo

  19. avatar
    sue cee | 17 September 2006 at 10:51 am #

    Steve, you need to hire Perry Keyes, the coolest taxi driver I know, next to your George.

  20. avatar
    eek | 17 September 2006 at 10:57 am #

    well crap! I can’t spell. That through in my comment at 8:05 pm should have been a though.

  21. avatar
    Paul W. | 17 September 2006 at 3:17 pm #

    No specific requests for a setlist, but please include any/all songs that allow for extended orgasmic space rock jams!

  22. avatar
    john in austin, texas | 17 September 2006 at 5:24 pm #

    nothing much to say today, except i’m back in town after being away from a computer for a week or so…and still reading…

  23. avatar
    Anonymous | 17 September 2006 at 10:59 pm #

    I bet Tim wants to play all of them.
    Cabs in Sydney – cant put the poddy on – you gotta tell em which way you wanna go from the outset.
    What a cunt.

    Dutch Pierre

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    sweed | 18 September 2006 at 6:34 am #

    godspeed you black emperor…nice…

  26. avatar
    Anonymous | 18 September 2006 at 6:53 am #

    Nevets why didnt you just call Dutch Pierre and get him to give you a lift in his nifty economcical-runs on the no smell of an oily rag Hyundai Getz??? It would have only cost you a mention of him in your blog!!! Albeit you wouldnt have been able to listen to your i-poddy as he’d talk the hind leg off a Steve Gilpin Donkey, about how his job is fucked (which it is) but at least it would have got you there free of charge.. well maybe you would have had to let him watch the rehearsal which is fair enuff. Maybe even doa song or two, as he was off for a jam anyways. so next time, forget Silver Service Taxis, call Dutch the Chauffer – A Ride & a spliff at your service!!


  27. avatar
    davem | 18 September 2006 at 7:06 pm #

    Didn’t comment yesterday ‘cos I was worrying about the sharks………
    Love you more,


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