posted on August 24, 2007 at 2:43 am

looking back its so easy to see the mistakes
oh bitter regrets
oh how i blew it time and time again
oh how i wished id listened more
and kept my mouth shut more often
how i wish i’d thought things through
and i’d been more polite
behind a typewriter i was tap tap tapping away
making up lies and lives
fact and fiction
i tell you truthfully
for these lines are hazy to me nowadays
if you tell a big enough lie
you can adorn it with enough imaginary baubles
you can bullshit the people with words
you can make it seem like anything happened
you can put it to music and they sing along
singalong as one to your sad songs full of lies
the huge lie contains a tiny truth
such a delicate truth
it will not suffer a name
the big lies open you up
after all you enjoy them…i guess
the enormous blatant lie
the monstrous fib
the wild exaggerations
cute little white lie
the obstinant guff
the opaque denials
stuff made up on the spot
spot made up on the stuff
saying any old thing
any old thing you thought was clever
or cos it rhymed
or cos it fit the bloody meter
singing isnt saying though
im not saying singing isnt saying neither
you can sing and mean something
you can say what you like
you can say something youd never sing
singing says something you could never say
music sing with winged words
music can say something even without singing
what does music say so wordlessly
she sings but not in words
she comes in singing
music saying and singing yet doing neither
many can say
few can play
fewer can sing
fewer still can sing and mean something
and very few
mean anything
to you
the piano speaks to me
joy and triumph
pain and sorrow
no words
it has no words
it speaks in broad sweeps
it speaks in tiny creaks
it speaks in decaying shadows
it speaks in sustaining haunting overtones
it speaks in its hammers n wires
it speaks in its pedals n wood
inside its mysterious chest music is created
oh most beautiful and self contained of all instruments
even in silence your beauty speaks in spades
the possibilities you contain are endless
you need no words
your fingers will find the words
your fingers push down here and there
oh the subtle textures of touch you must master
i used to see my father play the piano
the piano became an extension of my father
my father used the pianos voice
to sing his songs he wouldnt think of writing
the keys went up n down
the pedals went up n down
out came his english blokey cockney song
a song about all the pretty girls hed met
a song about cold london winter
a song about the second world war
a song about all the other wars england had been in
a song about smoking cigarettes n drinking tea
a song about earning yer crust n paying the bloody bills
a song about fixing cars and watering the lawn
jaunty confident relaxed stuff
he took over on the piano
with no self doubt
no hesitation
he never wondered if hed make a mistake
tho he almost always did
he could sit down at a piano anywhere
and strike up a good tune that people liked
you didnt have to have read his reviews
he didnt need amps or eyeliner neither
its all relative
if only if only if only
i only got part of what he could do
the way it came so easy to him
i say how you know what to play
he say i dunno my fingers just go
yes i had piano lessons
but i never learnt nothing
he didnt need no lessons
his fingers just go there on their own
why wont mine?
look i let them do as they please
oh no what a racket daddy-o
why didnt i get this bit
i have the desire that it should happen
i expect it should happen
it never happens
oh piano
not so easy to get to know
sometimes piano or music
she reveals more than youd dared to hope for
some lovely undeserved intimacy
oh music i love you
oh music sleep with me
oh music sing to me in a piano language
the original language of love
the words
lovely torch songs to make me weep
unrequited love and mournful ballads
i like sad songs
is this sad?
hold that thought
think it up on your own
chop up a little language
sprinkle on some fairydust
some flakes of congealed nice
some allegorical herb
some harmonic edge
and over to you…..
probably in hollywood

71 Responses to “instant kilbey”

  1. avatar
    eek | 24 August 2007 at 4:18 am #

    Everyone else in my immediate family could play the piano (my brother particularly well), but I’ve always been clueless. I did do lessons for a while, but it just never clicked. It wasn’t even that I could play, just not well, I was completely flummoxed by the whole thing.

    Interestingly, I’m the only one of us who considers music to be more than just background noise. That always seemed out of whack to me — I loved it but couldn’t do it; they could do it but didn’t care.

  2. avatar
    Brien Comerford | 24 August 2007 at 4:37 am #

    I love The Church so much more than The Doors but this blog brought The Doors overlooked gem “Wishful Sinful” right into my atrophied mind !

  3. avatar
    John Smith | 24 August 2007 at 4:50 am #

    I love the piano,the encapsulated harp…it’s so restful .. the notes,flowing,pouring,and tinkling.”sustain”…just beautiful,once again !

  4. avatar
    daniel12 | 24 August 2007 at 5:06 am #

    I think perhaps the rule you most disregarded was in fact one of the first rules of showbuisness.
    That is ‘don’t patronise your audience’. (or your interviewer for that matter)
    The footnotes of showbiz history are littered with people who broke this one.
    That spotty kid with the dorky glasses might just end up the next Richard Branson.
    Little rude remarks can sometimes create a butterfly effect that returns as a destructive storm years later.
    Sometimes reading the detractors on your blogg feels like one of those scenes in a movie where everyone someones ever pissed of in there life comes back to haunt them. Poetry aside (great stuff!)I’ve wondered why you want to expose your (perhaps delicate?) ego to such a public forum.
    You shouldn’t have to apologise for things you said over 20 years ago.I would have said much dumber stuff in the same circumstance. Sheesh I can harly image dwelling on things I did in the 80’s. Dude stop beating yourself up.
    You were just a cocky young man carried away with the rush of 80’s popstardom. It’s not like you killed anyone.Ya might not be Bono but you’ve still had a career to be proud of.
    Think of all those fabulous nobodys who’ll never get a go.
    Your Dad wasn’t the only one.
    Imagine a young Bob Dylan being given a dressing down by Simon from idle. Now theres a metaphor for our times!. Imagine Kyle Sandland telling Janis Joplin that she’s ugly and wasting his time.
    Hopefully the jilted Bobs n’d Janises of our time can still take refuge in the bosom of art for it’s own sake.

    And oh and what a lovely pair of knockers she has to!. boom boom

  5. avatar
    Anonymous | 24 August 2007 at 5:42 am #

    But you did get part of what your dad could do sk, the way you describe your dad’s piano playing is the way you are with your bass playing, your “fingers just go there on their own” too, it’s amazing what you create with musical instruments sk. Your dad would be so proud of you, his little “creative genius” boy, that’s for sure! So no regrets ok! And no, it’s not sad liking sad songs, it gets the old heart pumping at least doesn’t it.
    Have a beautiful evening sk and thanks again for sharing some of your life with us every day.
    Love Amanda

  6. avatar
    Anonymous | 24 August 2007 at 6:04 am #

    SK,your dad must have been a great man!…and you wonder where you got it from?…”the apple never falls far from the tree”…I love the piano{or the “don’t KAWAI for me Argentina../joanna/goanna…/elbow rest for the “messy{you read it right} soprano}..had a few lessons,but I was only 5,and I was more interested in playing with my piano teacher’s cat,and the snails that she had in the garden,where her piano was..a beautiful day to you Mr.Kilbey!,as always,gen xxxxx

  7. avatar
    Anonymous | 24 August 2007 at 6:44 am #

    I could play everything impromtu
    it was painstaking going back
    “that wasn’t quite perfect- rather it’s a sharp, a flat, a 1/64th note”
    I did fine, but I was bored.
    Schubert’s “Unfinished Symphony” is still the one.
    I want a guitar!!
    “you should sing”
    That was alright; my voice soft and beautiful.
    the guitar hurts my hands and back
    Can we stop wasting time and money?!
    My true love is fine art
    I love abstract
    I love renaissance
    I love richard meier (age 7)

    So I’m not your factory girl and you’re not my warhol- no merci.

    A sad song:
    -(some) of your fiends crop their poor traits- this isn’t how you really look!! what a shocker.
    -a noname sent a pic of his *ic @120% HA
    -a swedish guy (a dream theatre fan) wanted to pimp live porn on the net. instant goodbye.

    Is this jolly to you, daniel12? I find it rather humorous and protestable at once.

    A SAD love song? I’d rather hear something sweet and nice really. Some ‘singers’ I know love Richard Marx “Right here waiting”…nice piano too. Oh, I’m gonna get slammed like I said Howard Jones. I gotta scram now.

    *all spoken with no fluxuation

  8. avatar
    isolde | 24 August 2007 at 6:52 am #

    No! No regrets
    No! I will have no regrets
    All the things
    That went wrong
    For at last I have learned to be strong

    No! No regrets
    No! I will have no regrets
    For the grief doesn’t last
    It is gone
    I’ve forgotten the past

    And the memories I had
    I no longer desire
    Both the good and the bad
    I have flung in a fire
    And I feel in my heart
    That the seed has been sown
    It is something quite new
    It’s like nothing I’ve known

    No! No regrets
    No! I will have no regrets
    All the things that went wrong
    For at last I have learned to be strong

    No! No regrets
    No! I will have no regrets
    For the seed that is new
    It’s the love that is growing for you

  9. avatar
    kat | 24 August 2007 at 7:19 am #


    i never got piano either. but mom did. frustrating. (as with many other things of late) your dad is very proud of you. if only you knew.

    keep shining


  10. avatar
    Anonymous | 24 August 2007 at 8:22 am #

    when I regret things I’ve said in the past I listen to Paul Kelly’s ‘if i could start today again’ …sigh… but listen to the version sung by vika and linda coz that’s the best version

  11. avatar
    Jen Jewel Brown | 24 August 2007 at 8:32 am #

    oh today was so wistful, but so beautiful, the automatic words moving through in waves, rhythmic, like when you’re floating in the sea just a little way out, and the waves rock you but they don’t sock you for six, they just rock you, like going back to wombtime when mum was walking by the sea, a good walk with the happy heart contentedly pumping and a rhythmic warm rocking through with the slightly elevated alpha waves pumping of her heartbeat and her mindbeat… It was so beautiful Steven, thank you…

  12. avatar
    bozo | 24 August 2007 at 8:38 am #

    It’s WINTER in Hollywood, soft lad!

  13. avatar
    Faye | 24 August 2007 at 9:15 am #

    You are so beautiful Mr.Steven!…That is lovely…as they have said…”no regrets”…long live the Killer!..xo

  14. avatar
    Anonymous | 24 August 2007 at 9:20 am #

    my dear, sometimes you slice yourself open so we can see parts of your inner self…today’s blog was such an instance…does it hurt much when you do it…
    love always
    -The Hellbound Heart

  15. avatar
    lily was here | 24 August 2007 at 10:12 am #

    mahalo sk
    no regrets

    anon 6:22 … a beautifully sad song, a chilling video

  16. avatar
    daniel12 | 24 August 2007 at 10:34 am #

    Hi Anon 4.44

    I only threw in the knockers remark
    for low brow humour and literary effect.

    Apologies if i’ve offended you.

    I’m actually not a breast man and i think people who try to pick up on the net are pathetic.
    I’ve certanly never posted anything to anyone like what you describe.

    I used to play the piano though.

    But I don’t really like em if there not real.. boom boom,, oops

    sorry ,,

    I think im being haunted by the ghost of Benny Hill

  17. avatar
    veleska1970 | 24 August 2007 at 11:17 am #

    oh, regret. we all have it. but you have come a long way from that young sk, steve. you can’t change the past, so please give yourself a break? after all, you’ve given so much to music and to us who love you and your music. and i do believe your dad would be swelled up with tons of pride. šŸ™‚

    i started playing piano when i was 12. and played for years afterward, but then stopped. i’m very rusty, but i don’t think i would have a problem picking it up again where i left off~~that is if i was around a piano. maybe, maybe not.

    sleep well, steve. lotza love…..

  18. avatar
    timekeeping tosser | 24 August 2007 at 12:04 pm #

    I’m not a musician – I’m a drummer.
    True though – I can hit things in rhythm, keep time with or without a click track, have indepence of all four limbs, blah di blahdi, but I haven’t the vaguest inkling of how to play music of any sort.
    Even the absolute basics are completely beyond me.
    I don’t get it.

  19. avatar
    woodsprite | 24 August 2007 at 12:23 pm #

    My grandfather was a piano player. Never knew him (he died before I was born) but both my mother & grandmother have sworn he could sit down & play anything by ear. If he heard a song on the radio, he could figure it out & play it himself within a day. Unfortunately nobody else in the family inherited his music ability. :/

  20. avatar
    restaurant mark | 24 August 2007 at 12:28 pm #

    hello steve…been working entirely too hard for my tastes lately…had to catch up on my blog reading. missed the last three. and yes it’s so easy to see the mistakes…mine may as well be written on a chalk board and hanging in my kitchen. regrets…hate those, try to not have them. say…well i learned from the experience, or it was just bad timing. and all of that may be true, but still end up regretting things anyway. from something that happened when i was six to yesterday. they pop into my head without warning and stay as long as they like. but i do try to learn from the mistakes i’ve made. read in one of my meditation books that you can never control any situation…all you can ever control is your actions within it. i like that…should use it more probably.
    take care everyone.


  21. avatar
    Anonymous | 24 August 2007 at 12:38 pm #

    In summing up I would like to say –

    SK, can you imagine what your life would be like if you did not possess the gifts you have? The longing you describe is not unknown to me…but I must concur with the other constituents, if you had it all to do over again what would you do differently? If any millisecond of your life had played out differently you would not have your wise and beautiful wife, you may have only three daughters instead of five….and which of them would you be without? Or you may have a son! The butterfly effect indeed.

    I’ve been getting by on threadbare gifts my whole life. I cannot sing or draw well and it vexes me something shocking. For one who appreciates both mediums so much I can only assume fate truly meant to deal me a couple of cruel blows! I have my appreciation and patronage of the arts to get by with but it ain’t the same as being a creator. I envy you that.

    I could wax on aimlessly…as indeed I often do…but instead I will pose a question.

    Do you believe in heaven?

    Does anyone here believe in heaven?


  22. avatar
    John | 24 August 2007 at 12:43 pm #

    Speaking of, I always thought the interplay of piano throughout AENT is what helps make it such a brilliant and magical musical journey.

    Steve, your blog today struck a chord with me (pardon the pun). I find the older I get the more I regret. As will become obvious I’m no poet but I find writing about things I regret helps me make apologies I can’t make in person. I wrote this a while back while in one of those such moods:

    The Little Blue Coat

    The day you arrived
    The new girl in class
    You were wrapped up all tight
    In your little blue coat

    Your hair was a tangled mess
    Your face was dirty with distress
    Your pants all riddled with tears and holes
    Undersized, and revealing legs as thin as poles

    You struggled to your seat
    And sitting across from you
    I watched
    In silence
    As the teacher fought to remove
    Your little blue coat

    You spit and snarled
    And wrestled with all your might
    To keep on that velvet blue wrap
    Wound around you all snug and tight

    Only moments into your first day
    With tears running down your cheeks
    I watched as you won the right
    To hold on to your little blue coat

    As the days and weeks moved by
    Each day brought new reasons to cry
    A new tantrum, a new fight
    And still
    I watched
    In silence

    Call it youth or lack of understanding
    It is offered as no excuse
    But as a child of loving parents
    I had no concept of neglect or abuse

    So finally I spoke with misplaced anger
    The only words of comfort I could spare
    Teases and taunts about your clothes
    Your dirty face, and your tangled hair

    And all the while, through all the fuss
    You pointed your tongue
    And wriggled your nose
    And wrapped yourself tighter
    And tighter
    Rocking back and forth
    In your little blue coat

    Another move, another situation
    And soon my wish came true
    For one day your seat was empty
    Gone was the angry girl all wrapped in blue

    Where did they take you fragile bluebird?
    Did they put you in another cage?
    A new place to hide your dirty little secrets
    Where no one would ever know
    What really was the matter with you

    Iā€™m older now, all grown up
    And in my mind I can hardly believe
    That a part of it was me
    Putting you through the hell
    You must have been going through

    From what kind of life at home
    Was school your only escape?
    For who would send a child that is loved
    In tattered clothes, muddy face, and tangled hair?

    And what of your escape?
    A world filled only with hate
    And surrounded by those
    Eager to pour salt into your wounds

    I wish I could take back all the words
    Expressed with inexplicable hate
    I wish I could have begged forgiveness
    Before it was too late

    If only I could make your life different than it was
    I would take back every cruel word
    And re-write every angry note
    If only I could turn back the clock for one moment
    I would find a way to keep you safe and warm
    And wrap you up
    In your little blue coat


  23. avatar
    too scared to die | 24 August 2007 at 1:08 pm #

    No heaven.
    Lots of hell.
    No hope.
    Oblivion too much to ask for.
    Fuck this life.

  24. avatar
    Anonymous | 24 August 2007 at 1:42 pm #

    well..thank you SK!…your heart is so full of love when you speak of your parents..there’s an odd but comforting moment in life,where you realise,that your parents are actually just human beings…for some,this is easy to accept,thankfully…it seems as though a reciprocal blessing was granted to you and your folks ..this entry brought tears to my eyes,of sadness,loss,but mostly,a feeling of joy,and warmth,at your regard for your loved ones…J

  25. avatar
    davem | 24 August 2007 at 2:24 pm #

    I remember about 12 months ago you wrote on TTB about busking with some jazz musicians. I seem to recall you felt that you more than held your own after you’d settled into the genre.
    I have to confess that I’m not a huge fan of the old joanna, all sorts of keyboards yes, but piano not so much.
    I like it well enough when it appears on choich stuff (loads of AENT, Saturation, Pearls) but I remain a guitar lover.


  26. avatar
    plague dog | 24 August 2007 at 2:27 pm #

    Diamanda Galas:
    piano from heaven, voice from hell.
    I love her!

  27. avatar
    Cee | 24 August 2007 at 2:52 pm #

    …if the air could speak.

  28. avatar
    persephone2u | 24 August 2007 at 3:38 pm #

    The piano was the one instrument that I was actually good at as it took next to no work and didn’t hurt my fingers like a guitar. It was just the same as typing for me — an intuitive glide of the fingers across a keyboard that required no conscious thought. I never did learn how to read music and always played by ear. I was a little worried in school, however, when I was thrown into a class of truly advanced pianists after I’d only spent 6 months on the thing. I told the piano teacher that I thought he’d made a mistake, but he assured me that he hadn’t. Fortunately the class consisted mainly of listening to music of your choice on headphones and then learning it and so I was OK. But still, I felt like a bit of a fraud when I saw all of the piano geniuses around me…

  29. avatar
    Anonymous | 24 August 2007 at 4:25 pm #


    so I doubt you’re capable of offending me- you’re witty and what a relief….I think pick-ups on the net are so unnatural!!

    when I guy I ‘saw from a distance in a school’ in a forgein country way back around G.A.F. and nothiing to do with the church, reappears on the net during ‘A.E.N.T.’ and says he’s someone he’s not. Alright already, I’m done. He’ll have to get over himself and stop lobbing jealous filthy comments at me at my friend.

  30. avatar
    Candy | 24 August 2007 at 4:27 pm #

    Incredibly moving,Nevets! your blogge never ceases to put an ear to ear smile on my face.your music never ceases to put a mind to heart smile on my soul.You are the maestro at the piano and the song,where as most of em are still playing “chopstix”.Your gift,is to just let it’s why your music works…It is Organic! xo

  31. avatar
    tofu | 24 August 2007 at 5:04 pm #

    sprinkle on some fairydust

    “Oh, we’ll put some fairy dust over it. I’ll piss over the tape.”

    Ah, the Troggs tapes never fail… šŸ˜‰

  32. avatar
    JJ | 24 August 2007 at 5:07 pm #

    The piano can be a very expressive instrument. I loved the way you miked it for “Afterimage;” I can hear every hammer strike and key depress, all the little organic sounds an acoustic instrument makes, not removing it but bringing it to the fore in the recording. Of course, this piece validates my sadness with it’s melancholy, haunting lines….but that is the magic of it, isn’t it?

    I drag a sackful of regrets with me wherever I go; that string cannot be cut. Don’t be so hard on yourself T.B. You got the magic touch, like Houdini himself.

  33. avatar
    John Garratt | 24 August 2007 at 5:09 pm #

    “yes i had piano lessons
    but i never learnt nothing”

    Sounds like college.

    John Garratt

  34. avatar
    fantasticandy | 24 August 2007 at 5:59 pm #

    PK is my favourite pianist.
    live he’s just stunning.
    ‘birds of a feather flock together’,
    hence the church.

    and killer… could get a tune out of anything.

    oh..and thanks for letting us in yet again.
    good things to you and all you care about.
    andy L.

  35. avatar
    Anonymous | 24 August 2007 at 6:23 pm #

    lovely one! ox…/f

  36. avatar
    verdelay | 24 August 2007 at 7:42 pm #

    If I were so inclined I would begin to look for all the meanings that haven’t been hidden in everything you’ve written. Everything unconcealed. The disarcane. All the prosaic exoterica.

    We can tie ourselves up in riddles of divine gematria. One across, three down. Give us a clue. Language of the birds. Tweet me to your secwets.

    But there it is. Staring me in the face. All along.



  37. avatar
    Anonymous | 24 August 2007 at 7:43 pm #

    my only regret at this moment is that I didn’t get this involved before!!
    We have a film project in our midst and guess who gets do co-ordinate!!

    I, you, us truely

  38. avatar
    Anonymous | 24 August 2007 at 7:49 pm #


    SCIENTISTS in the US have discovered a vast tract of space devoid of galaxies, stars and dark matter.

    The team at the University of Minnesota said the void was nearly a billion light years across and that they had no idea why it was there.

    “Not only has no one ever found a void this big, but we never even expected to find one this size,” astronomy professor Lawrence Rudnick said.

    “This is 1000 times the volume of what we … expected to see in terms of a typical void.”


    Always interesting. Even when there’s nothing there….

  39. avatar
    Anonymous | 24 August 2007 at 7:51 pm #

    I love a good void….

  40. avatar
    LIMBO | 24 August 2007 at 9:18 pm #

    Hey Esskay,
    I am not able to show my self on your recent readers anymore cos I am no longer living at Mary’s and all my pics are on that computer, I am using my mom’s laptop write now. I am sad but I believe I am supposed to spend some time with my Grandparents and my mom here at this house. My Grandfather has told me that he likes having me here and that I should not think any different. I have been beating myself up inside like never before, but I am over it now. I am helping out with my mom’s dogsitting business, AngelPawsAZ, and watching sports with my Grandfather, something we have in common. The last few years have been very stressful if you know what I mean, and I know you do. I will wait for you till the end of space and time.

    Love Always,

    Jonny Hollywood

  41. avatar
    knot | 24 August 2007 at 9:36 pm #

    that which eats stars
    you know where it lives

  42. avatar
    steve kilbey | 24 August 2007 at 10:15 pm #

    a lovely poem!
    i knew that child by the dozen……

  43. avatar
    Anonymous | 24 August 2007 at 10:40 pm #

    a lovely,lush morning to you all….cup of T in bed,and a sleep in,on a beautifully rainy morning,way up here,in the sun! …I hope that you all have a beautiful day,as well….love,as always,gen xxxxx

  44. avatar
    Anonymous | 24 August 2007 at 10:49 pm #

    Hi sk, hope you’re having a nice weekend so far, I know it’s only 8.45 in the morning, but I can’t think of anything else to write at the moment. No hang on, what’s going on with the mixing of Painkiller, is it done yet? I’m dying for it!
    Have a beautiful day, beautiful one.
    Love Diamanda Princee

  45. avatar
    Anonymous | 24 August 2007 at 11:47 pm #

    “Back in Metropolis” is playing at this moment on Radio Paradise, Alternative, Itunes.

    I’d love to hear everything you did post Limbo there…what’s happening with that? Anything? I hear Mr. Kennedy there sometimes.

  46. avatar
    Anonymous | 25 August 2007 at 12:09 am #

    Yes SK,when’s “pain killer” going to bless our virtual heads?……Today,I hope?! XX

  47. avatar
    JONNY HOLLYWOOD | 25 August 2007 at 12:51 am #

    That IS one hell of ‘a’ poem…
    Junior Painkiller

  48. avatar
    NickFiction | 25 August 2007 at 12:53 am #

    music lessons are dreadful….. I had some piano lessons when i was a tot. I guess it was helpful to learn to read sheet music ( not that i still can ) but I have made many albums and written a pile of songs……. but because those songs came from life, not music lessons

  49. avatar
    between planets | 25 August 2007 at 1:03 am #

    Don’t forget rodomontade

  50. avatar
    Anonymous | 25 August 2007 at 1:11 am #


  51. avatar
    NickFiction | 25 August 2007 at 1:30 am #

    I just revisited the ” isidore ” cd…. the hidden track on the end is reminiscent of that awesome coca cola commercial from the 70’s …..the Isidore song may be one of sk’s most beautiful songs… what a voice !

  52. avatar
    Brien Comerford | 25 August 2007 at 1:45 am #

    I don’t play the piano but I am blessed to have great parents. They’re both over 80 and becoming frail but it’s amazing that they have endured my inordinate and relentless debauchery and they still remain opposed to abortion. My father did start to wear condoms after I was spawned!

  53. avatar
    CSTCoach | 25 August 2007 at 2:24 am #

    another really great entry today. wonderful writing, arresting imagery, poetic flow.

    one of the things i most admire about you is your creative prolific-ness. It’s obvious in the dozens of Church albums, solo projects, and the recent years of wide-ranging and multiple-venue collaborations. But i think its most obvious in this blog. To pour out the stuff that you do, seemingly effortlessly, and of such literary quality, day after day, is truly impressive.

    Its far more admirable than the vapid tripe turned out by those who seem to find success in the mainstream media machine. You’ve somehow managed quality AND quantity.

    I know some might see that as gushing sycophantism (they obviously don’t know me). Balls to them. I admire your creativity and your gift, and its been an inspiration as i work each day to master my own humble craft.

    Even cooler is having this form of dialogue to express such thoughts.


  54. avatar
    Anonymous | 25 August 2007 at 2:32 am #

    Your parents must love you dearly in your only-ness Brien. Do you ever look at your family photos together? We’ve been doing that lately in my genetic knit- exchanging glances and talking about the way things were. We don’t have many regrets, lots of coo-ing and chuckles!

    I’m so looking forward to watching “Alexander the Great” again this weekend- it’s just one of those films I have to see so much of. Someone please remind of which Steve Kilbey solo “Alexandria” is on? I recently met someone who’s intriguing me in this direction.

    NickFiction…oh, yes Isidore was one of the only CD’s I could listen to for a few months; it’s heaven on the healing. Do you also have the companion?

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    Anonymous | 25 August 2007 at 2:53 am #

    Quit being so gawdamned HARD ON YERSELF.

    How bout all them beautiful girls you keep creating? songs aside.

    knowing i spread meself in the order of phaedra would make me happy to no end.

    Chin up.

    lets redo seance without the gated drums! let ploogy bash away at will.


    ps? ploogy are you really doin’ landscaping?

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    willflower | 25 August 2007 at 3:03 am #

    Pain Killer is going to be so good..could you post some details,for us,about the ETA,etc. SK ASAP {i.e.}…OK?It’s all very exciting,and I am looking forward to hearing the 2007 Kilbey!You are brilliant…but you always tease us with snippets of your upcoming music,and then…well?..when are we going to be able to get our mitts on it SK?…./f

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    lily was here | 25 August 2007 at 3:04 am #

    Yes, great poem John. So sad. I see those kids come through my school. One tried to set himself on fire when his ‘mother’ (and i use that word loosely) took him back from his aunt, for the welfare money. It still haunts me of all the sad & angry ones I’ve seen. He would buy all the kids lollies so they’d be his friend but couldnt understand that they would be his friend anyway, he had such a beautiful soul.

    The piano is a perfect instrument for sad, haunting, melancholy.When some have the ability to do things easily it only pisses me off when they dont use it šŸ™‚ Pity we cant trade our genes for what we’d like, or maybe thats a future sci-fi movie. Maybe John Lennon really wished he wrote Yesterday.

    Sue x

    ps J Hollywood, there’s light at the end of the tunnel mate.

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    Anonymous | 25 August 2007 at 4:23 am #


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    CSTCoach | 25 August 2007 at 4:34 am #

    “Someone please remind of which Steve Kilbey solo “Alexandria” is on?”



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    MEM | 25 August 2007 at 4:44 am #

    hollywood mirror
    now not now

    this not this
    time taken later

    i put my arm

    you, this
    not this

    of actions

    in-action, non-



    action in

    movement in


    all in


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    relic | 25 August 2007 at 4:54 am #

    Here i sit broken hearted
    Tis saturday now
    and the blog’s not started šŸ™‚

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    Anonymous | 25 August 2007 at 5:16 am #

    Thank you CSTCoach…I still have Narcosis in my player.

    Sue C, I’ve always admired your gift to write. I hope I don’t disturb you when I say my graphtitude froze.

    In theory, music now looks like reflections in lakes and oceans- it’s usually darker in the reflection below.

    The oculus of the Pantheon is designed for star gazing…it blocks the periferal light to see your eloquent Phaedra. A very professional meteorologist told me recently that the stars aren’t aligned and not to believe. Nice. Now he’s a film-maker.

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    isolde | 25 August 2007 at 7:41 am #

    its heavenly this pianode it could last the whole weekend sometimes i feel a little sad when a new one comes along and we have to move on

    go and see the film la vie en rose if you like edith piaf its so wonderful

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    Anonymous | 25 August 2007 at 7:58 am #

    Mmmmm…Saturday night,with no blog to ponder…..bring on ze blog,Mr.Kilbey…My momentary substitute is “The Superjesus”{hee hee..that’s a compliment}…love,as always,genx xxxxx

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    Anonymous | 25 August 2007 at 10:02 am #

    saturday night…john, your poem about the girl in the little blue coat was so beautiful…you have a gift, my friend….thank you for sharing it with us…from time to time such a tattered little soul floats into my classroom…i’d like to think that i’m a little more compassionate than the teacher in your poem…it’s amazing in a horrible way what kinds of hell some ‘parents’ put their children through…
    love always
    -The Hellbound Heart

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    Sweed | 25 August 2007 at 11:44 am #

    I play the guitar but love to just mess about with the ebony and ivory, whenever there’s a piano around, wish I could play it properly though. Then again, not “knowing” how to play an instrument makes for an intuitive relation with the instrument …what I mean is; not “knowing” how to play can be a good thing…

    Ta hand om dig!

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    sharka | 25 August 2007 at 1:39 pm #

    Kilbey sits with Spielberg-
    at the creators throne!

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    mandn | 25 August 2007 at 2:36 pm #

    oh Orpheus, you’re fingers do wonders on keys of their own.
    Though they may not be black and white,
    but have glyphs on them, the music
    issuing from them is still as sweet.


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    that silly smile | 25 August 2007 at 11:42 pm #

    If I could open an orphanage soon…my boyfriend feels the same. We smile and coo over every child that comes along, we smile and say hello to everyone we meet.

    I usually have a smile, I feel vulnerable this way….but if I could smile a ray upon you while cloudy and blue, you may stand up for yourself, as if to say, ‘some one cares about me, so I will too.’

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    lily was here | 26 August 2007 at 2:49 am #

    anon 3:16pm, well thank you, most humbly

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    Anonymous | 26 August 2007 at 4:02 am #

    so sweet,John! xo

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