posted on September 17, 2010 at 12:25 am

kitchen wilderness

my bass guitar n me

how long did we sit there like that

sit in that room

with our ringing ears and bent necks

sifting through notes

figuring out  what its all about

at first i have no idea

it takes time to unravel your in into music

may not be immediately obvious

we sat there the bass n i

in that one chair in my room

a red chair with wooden armrests

my bass grumbled down low sub audible

my bass i held it against the wardrobe for resonance

the clothes grooved on the hanger

the elephant cords

the blue floral shirt from england with the see through bits

the miller shirts

the levi-strauss

little green bag

25 or 6 to 4

yellow river

i got a line on you

ride captain ride upon your mystery ship

why do birds suddenly appear

(why the fuck do they?)

i talk to the wind my words are all carried away

i fall in love my bass falls in love

the world falls in love

baby i’m a’want you

tomorrow everyones gonna read my letters

tomorrow everyones gonna drink my wine

then my mother knocks at the door

keep it down please son we’re all going to bed now

i hold the bass in the dark

my girlfriend down the road half a mile

in a room with her 4 sisters

what was she listening to…..

a radio station 2CA

people sending cheerios in the night

this is from johnny and rombo in braddon

to lily, christine and all the girls on the fourth floor

of the TAA building….this is LET IT BE by THE BEATLES!!

my bass shuddered in the night

more than anything it wanted to pour out my feelings

i loved that girl though god knows why

she certainly didnt love me

i was overqualified for her

she wanted needed some ordinary kid

she never understood me at all

she just kept me hanging on

but with all those brothers n sisters

she was an instant scene

there were a hundred cool kids hanging round all the time

claudio who went out with rosie

fuck he knew some good music

my girlfriends dad came out one night

he said to me n claudio

you two should pay rent youre round here so often !

claudio got the boot from rosie before her sister booted me

i’d see him and he was sad to see me knowing i was still “in”

i saw him in town one night and he asked about rosie

i couldnt see why she broke up with him

he had such good taste in music

rosie met this other geezer called steve hunter

how many steve hunters in this world…ive met about 10

now steve hunter was a handsome geeza with a great hairstyle

he knew nothing about music tho

not like me n claudio

rosie didnt seem that jazzed on him really

but her sister my girlfriend was kinda digging steve hunter too much

sure enough this steve got the boot and that steve switched sisters

(they were only a year apart)

i came back to my bass and plucked away disconsonately

it cried a few crocodile tears for me

i listened to t rex in the dark

every song i wanted to sing to that girl

love you oh girl i do love you

i marvelled at bolans weird accent

its like its medieval english said my friend geoff gray

in the darkness in the warm summer night

i concentrated in on bolans voice

every sigh every breath ever whisper

the strangeness and familiarity

your days of love are always in a dream ah you know

marcs guitar was fucking devastating

a snarling feline beast

or a hazy sheen

or some weird chord

fuck he could really rock

he was sexy but he was kinda fey

and he was kinda elven too

delicate and otherworldly

wise and childlike

the little orchestral bits

it was just oh so perfect

we are the children of rarn

we’ve trod the vales of the sun

it was like a white chuck berry loose in middle earth

i was sixteen n a virgin still

the world was a magical place

kissing girls got me stoned

my bass waited in the bedroom

my dad was talking on the phone

my brothers were watching telly

my mum was doing the ironing and watching telly too

my dad says steve theres a girl calling for you

i answer the phone hello?

i hear a voice on the phone but my heart sinks

it isnt who i hoped it might be

its a girl i met at a rowing regatta down the lake

she was much better looking than my old girlfriend

but somehow the chemistry wasnt there

i kissed her once down the pool though

she looks fucking good in that bikini said brendon

he was my mate n an expert on girls

he just fucking walked up to em n talked to em

i hung back all embarrassed  while he “cracked on” to em

then he’d pick the one he wanted n introduce me to the other one

thats how i’d met this one

brendon had picked her friend

she had big “norks” and a loud laugh

brendon was tongue kissing her

and had his hands on the norks within about 2 minutes flat

me and the other one sat there awkwardly

i was sixteen n she was fifteen

i didnt really care for great big norks anyway

they intimidated me a bit

what the hell was i gonna do with all that nork anyway?

good lord it was 40 years ago

the bass grinned when i got home

she really likes you it murmured when i picked it up that night

yeah but i dont like her

i want the other one back

the one i still am in love with

she didnt deserve me

she treated me mean n offhand

she wasnt really even that pretty or clever

but i got stuck on her

and marc bolan too

and mickey finn who looked so fucking cool on the cover

and my bass started to warm up to me

i played it all the time

i mimed to t rex and imagined i wrote those songs

that would show em i thought

that would show em all


47 Responses to “my eyes were a fiery flame”

  1. avatar
    eekie | 17 September 2010 at 1:40 am #

    “i couldnt see why she broke up with him
    he had such good taste in music”
    ~
    I can absolutely imagine you thinking that!
    ~
    And you know, I bet that ttb readers would be quite a bit more likely to respond to that comment with “Hell yeah!” than “What the Hell?” than the general population. If music means a lot to you, it’s going to figure in most areas of your life; it’s it’s not that important to you, you won’t notice it that much.
    ~
    “why do birds suddenly appear
    (why the fuck do they?)”
    ~
    LOL! I’d be thinking “Oh for fucks sake, what is this — an Alfred Hitchcock movie?”
    ~
    Enjoyed this blog…funny and remarkably sweet.

    • avatar
      Lara | 17 September 2010 at 9:04 am #

      Totally funny and sweet. Have heard several stories recently about the teenage guy “you get the other one” ploy.

    • avatar
      Anonymous | 18 September 2010 at 10:23 am #

      more like where do birds go when the sun goes down and why do faeries suddenly appear???

  2. avatar
    Freddie | 17 September 2010 at 1:41 am #

    I really enjoyed today’s blog entry. You were such a boy, huh? Captivating from the start, too bad that girl couldn’t see it!

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    Ryan | 17 September 2010 at 2:02 am #

    That was great killa! Jeez, you’ve got a way of bringing past worlds to life. Beautifully written.

    LMAO@ “what the hell was i gonna do with all that nork anyway?”

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    Ron Bonham | 17 September 2010 at 3:10 am #

    Recently was watching some Trex live video and man, were the flames busy lapping at ole Mr. Bolan!! He was one that was most deffo. on fire for those few years, and could he play the guitar as well! Never really thought of him as a great ax player but there he was, peeling of lick after lick on his Les Paul, amazing!

    Here in IL land we’re still licking wounds, have an upcoming show playing w.an all female Ac/Dc cover band called Hells Belles; it’s going to pay very very well for us, $500 which is already spent; will be used on mixing our Lp. And that show will come at the end of one mofo of a week for me; next thursday seeing Rush, I know I know ;), in San Antonio, then driving back home. Next day it’s The Black Crowes in Houston, next TBC in Ausin back home and the next TBC in Dallas, back home and that Monday IL’s gig. Whew, maybe I’ll get a sense of how much wear and tear you guys suffer
    “out on the road”. That’s 5 shows in 5 days in 4 different cities, get tired just typing that!

    RB

  5. avatar
    Jonny Hollywood | 17 September 2010 at 3:33 am #

    you could always change your name to Steve Rex…lol

  6. avatar
    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 17 September 2010 at 3:44 am #

    SK-
    Excellent insight to a time long past. Stories are best told by the actual players, not a bystander re-writing a history for their own amusement. When i drift into the past and love or love lost, i am usually having/processing an unseen challenge to my present condition. if i stay off-track to long- the present is not gratifying…i become disconcerned with all around me. i denounce father-time for being unjust-unfair!!! i blame him for the swiftness of those lost moments that are just blips now, sparks in synapses, recollections. Ur tale is so discriptive- makes me wanna be hanging on, over ur shoulder…maybe whispering in ur ear that i am from the future and if u want everlasting happiness…u must do this and that-thats why the Future Steve sent me. u would take notice and neatly explain: “what happens now is gone already” and u would seem sad. if only we can help fix the sadness of others-i guess we cant because we are so enthralled in the bleak state of ourselves, being ourselves.
    Anyways…sorry for the rant, kinda rainy and gloomy here in chicago and i am a bit blue today. Todays entry was fantastic, makes me yearn for some of those moments long lost to …me.
    Thanks for all the words
    AsAlways,
    BrokenToysAndHeros
    Darrin K.

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    Donna | 17 September 2010 at 3:49 am #

    Wow…that was a lot of fun! Takes us back to early 70’s. Loved the references to the music that was playing back then. And the account of you and your girlfriend(s) is adorable and funny! I suppose you really did show them, after all! Loved it!!

  8. avatar
    Name | 17 September 2010 at 4:44 am #

    any girl that knew of him, fell in love with Marc Bolan… he knew us so well and you could just hear the fascinated respect in all his lyrics – sexy was innocent and fun and [he] would never disregard a smile; each of us was a goddess to that man (even though we were all still teens). Barcelona 77 — I got separated from my traveling companions and ended up on a ferris wheel with this stunning and very kind young man (and I smelled like a goat, but he never made mention to me even though I explained my separation and how all happened), it was a pretty evening and he took me on one of those boat rides and gave me his coat when it cooled and bought me pink stuff to eat and blue stuff to drink, but he had to go to work that eve and we said goodbye. A little later his parents found me on the promanade and took me home — he had noticed my smell , as his mother sniffed me and nodded to her husband that I was the one they were looking for; they spoke no English, I spoke no Spanish, but I knew they were kind… His mom and two sisters gave me a bath at their home and the evening went on… if they read this: thank you — you were all very lovely and I will always remember you.) A friend of his came to the house to inform that my friends had been found (later told: arrested) and I still only know half the story. But a relative of mine was allowed to be called and tons of food and candy were delivered to their house, for helping [her] niece; and his two sisters and I ate way too much sugar and stayed up all night having pillow fights and painting our toes and listening to/singing along with Bolan and oogling over him in teen magazines (they were in love with him too… not many friends in the States I knew back then knew who he was — so I cherish the company that evening being able to adore him openly and wildly… and his sisters spoke English too so it was all bliss; and I had no worries because of them, regardless of what had happened… Cat Black is still a sentimental favorite everytime I hear it… I go back just a little to them. The next morning a taxi had been called to get me and take me to the train station — I had to get out of Spain quick (because of what my travelling companions had done after they dumped me) — as I was leaving in the taxi, there he was, running up the road home… We said goodbye through the window of a moving cab – his eyes. I was in Prague by the next morning, safe with some friends of my Aunt and Uncle… who got me cleared and on a plane to come home. It’s weird how Marc Bolan gets stuck along with others inside you who you will never forget. Magic!

    • avatar
      Donna | 17 September 2010 at 11:34 am #

      I’m sure we’re all wondering….why in the world did you smell like a goat??

      • avatar
        Name | 17 September 2010 at 4:26 pm #

        because though goats seem to be very nice animals really, they don’t smell all that good — especially when there are a lot of them!

  9. avatar
    thehoneybeesdream | 17 September 2010 at 5:41 am #

    yip that’s the feelin’

  10. avatar
    cazziem | 17 September 2010 at 6:32 am #

    Kinda strange really that those of us who are musically or poetically minded escape to our own realm at times of heart-ache and heart break. Weird as it may seem my friends and family are always commenting on what and optimist I am and so easy going, and yet some of my best poetry has been written during some of my most tragic experiences in life??

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    Shoffy | 17 September 2010 at 8:03 am #

    What can I say, it made me laugh, it was just brilliant and havent we all had a girl that we loved more than she loved us back, especially at sixteen. I recently spoke to my childhood girlfriend, i think i still love her. Shoffy

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    andy | 17 September 2010 at 8:11 am #

    oh hell!
    i was on the same course…
    listening to and loving the same stuff,
    doing the same stuff,
    even dreaming the same stuff.
    the same ambitions,
    the same urge to create beautiful, inspiring music…..
    i got totally derailed.
    what a dope.
    thank the gods you didn’t.
    thank you.

  13. avatar
    randompan | 17 September 2010 at 8:51 am #

    gotta tell ya steve, this blogge just brings it all
    back yeah. and i wonder why i fell in love with your music..
    other than the whole taurus-virgo thing of course.
    you evoke memories instantly. like taste-memory.
    smell=memory. same thing really anyway.
    like the starfish poem.

    • avatar
      Mr. Argent | 18 September 2010 at 2:56 pm #

      Don’t forget the Scorpio-Pisces thing, too 😉

  14. avatar
    Cecilia | 17 September 2010 at 9:03 am #

    Muy lindo y sentimental – bellos recuerdos! Sweet memories.

  15. avatar
    George | 17 September 2010 at 12:29 pm #

    Steve, you gripped my imagination and held it there. You may be 5 years older than me, but our times were similar, and the empathy flowed. I chuckled a few times, the response of connecting with ‘that’ moment, as you unraveled it. the constant thread that run through it, is the passion for music, to create it, to express, to idolise those people you learnt the art from. Do you learn art or do you improve skill? Anyhow, loved it and the connection was immediate. The world is so damn large yet it is also so damn small when we often share common experiences and memories, accurate or even rewritten in our heads over so many many years. Love ‘my eyes were a fiery flame’

    George, Alien Skin (you remember:)

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    Jasperina | 17 September 2010 at 12:41 pm #

    Patti playing harp, the garden with the baby bunnies, your mellifuous voice and Marc Bolan’s Summer Deep. When I’m having a low ebb moment that clip consoles like nothing else can. Some of your best writings are your reminiscences, poignant, funny and the incurable longing for something more

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    Jan | 17 September 2010 at 1:44 pm #

    Norks. What a crazy word. Us Americans don’t have all those cool names the Aussies and English do for words. We got boobs, knockers, tits, breasts, and more despicable names, etc. Dunno if norks is derogatory or not. Most girls like boobs round here as in the word for them not them for themselves.

    Just an aside. What was in Delaware? Been through it. Not much there. Travelled from CT to North Carolina and went through. Seems like Australia, Buffalo, the U.K. or Sweden would be more appealing…well maybe not Buffalo in the winter. Snow Queen always capturing the boys up there in Buffalo don’t you know.

  18. avatar
    davem | 17 September 2010 at 4:30 pm #

    I’m unsure where I stand on your Bread fetish……..

    🙂

  19. avatar
    Matt Davison | 17 September 2010 at 9:12 pm #

    IVA DAVIES….. IS THE REAL T REX!!

  20. avatar
    Ivory Tusk | 17 September 2010 at 9:28 pm #

    Autumn lingers near while I drift into that sphere
    With the memories and impressions of yesteryear
    Kilbey’s words do soothe say my soulful ear
    Forty years not too long ago my friend dear
    In a minute as an instant I’m back there
    Twenty five years to be exact, her red hair
    Paralyzed as ice, wanting to kiss her lips, scared
    September sky, moon above, stars laughing and twinkling
    Leaves burn in the distance, falling into the void, sinking
    The memories blurring, the impressions never fading
    Hold onto these like my favorite record playing
    Gratitude to Kilbey for distance bridging
    Past, present, future pending
    Everything but a drop in the ocean
    In this journey never ending…

  21. avatar
    Thomas Thomsen | 17 September 2010 at 11:25 pm #

    I love that you love Bread. I find that very endearing considering the cool factor of most of your other favourites such as Eno, Roxy Music, John Foxx and David Bowie. So what if Bread recorded some duds, they recorded plenty of gems, too.

  22. avatar
    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 17 September 2010 at 11:55 pm #

    Hey SK and Steve’s Blog Universe,

    I have a recommendo for all of u entering this weekend. Sully Erna (lead singer of 10+ million selling American band Godsmack) just released his solo project. I know u are all thinking: ARRRGGGHHHH !!!! Metal Noise !!!! No No NO…Not so fast. Sully has such a unique voice full of controlled emotion and passion that his trial acoustic song that he did years ago named “HOLLOW” was received so well that he was tempted to take this new found sound further. He is again accompanied in duet with Lisa Guyer ( a smoky songbird ) for his solo project titled “AVALON”. The piano and acoustics are believable on this album. His concept of rhythm and percussion is unique to the sound that he creates. I have been listening to it all day, each day since tuesday and it still is fresh. Please…i know what some of u are thinking…a metal headed singer who made a ton of dough quickly is now attempting to be artistic and creative (sell out !!!), well…that in some sense may hold truth- but i challenge all of u to find it, submerse ur self in Sully’s amazing voice with Lisa echoing along and tell me ur not impressed.

    As Always,
    BrokenToysAndHeros
    Darrin K.

  23. avatar
    knot | 18 September 2010 at 4:55 am #

    oh, that ungrateful girlfriend!

  24. avatar
    Larry | 18 September 2010 at 5:54 am #

    I have a sudden interest in hearing the Church play Bread’s ‘Guitar Man’ now.

    • avatar
      Jonny Hollywood | 18 September 2010 at 10:30 am #

      “the guitar man” has already been covered by David J of Love and Rockets/Bauhaus fame, I believe it’s off of his ‘Estranged’ solo album…

      • avatar
        Larry | 21 September 2010 at 12:39 am #

        Yeah, but I’d like to hear MWP and PK go to town on it.

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    Name | 18 September 2010 at 8:07 am #

    think I was just listening to a song that explains the birds thing… don’t know the name of the song, but think it is within the second track of American Hearts by AA Bondy. was given a copy of his first solo cd too just the other day — it is only 30 mins. or so, both are really good; though everything on American Hearts is really really good! Anyway, the bird explanation is number two I’m pretty sure.

  26. avatar
    Jonny Hollywood | 18 September 2010 at 10:34 am #

    the real questions should be, where do birds suddenly disappear after the sun goes down??? and why do faeries suddenly appear out of nowhere???

  27. avatar
    redgrevillea | 18 September 2010 at 11:34 am #

    .. i think you might’ve done it mate 😉

  28. avatar
    Steven Krut | 18 September 2010 at 2:55 pm #

    I really enjoyed that. Here in the states we didn’t get much T.Rex in the 70s. I thought T.Rex was a one hit wonder until much later.

  29. avatar
    pennybridge | 18 September 2010 at 5:39 pm #

    Speaking of rockers from the 70`s … After 40 years of coma(???)10cc is popping up in a town nearby for a concert tonight. I´m going with my dad who was (still is)a big fan.
    “Well the band were playing and the booze began to flow …” We´ll see, ha ha!

    • avatar
      pennybridge | 18 September 2010 at 5:53 pm #

      Hmm … 40 YEARS?? it was´nt THAT long ago!

    • avatar
      Steven Krut | 19 September 2010 at 12:07 am #

      I’m a huge 10cc fan, as well. Their early stuff is sheer brilliance.

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    Karen | 18 September 2010 at 8:03 pm #

    Ha Ha @ big norks
    I remember 16 I Think being 16 is the same for everyone…
    my kids father was asked what my breasts were like back in 1980.. after this guy said my friends tits looked like torpedo’s ..I was jealous because she had something and I didnt..I was skinny and shy
    any way he said she has cherries man….haha
    I went to my school reunion last year and a guy i dont remember said you have tits now ( 45 and still talking like a 15 yr old) hung around me like a bad smell
    I dont even remember him in high school
    time flies

  31. avatar
    littlewing | 18 September 2010 at 9:10 pm #

    I listened to that song and think so too.

  32. avatar
    davem | 18 September 2010 at 9:58 pm #

    Chill Thomas.
    I was only teasing on the Bread thing!
    We all secretly like a bit of Bread. I confess that I have their “Best of” jobby and sneak it on when no-ones at home…and the lights are off….with the headphones on…..just me and Everything I Own……ssshhhhh.

    • avatar
      Donna | 19 September 2010 at 12:12 am #

      Dave, I had Best of Bread, too (LP) and loved it….I loved Steve’s reference to Carpenters’ Close to You and still love Karen Carpenter’s voice – I listen to her A Song for You regularly. 25 or 6 to 4? Chicago’s OK…..I’m sure a lot of others would disagree.

      And being only 4 in 1970, I had never heard of T-Rex…they definitely weren’t played much here in the states. Had to google that one! Found out Sept. 16 is the anniversary of Marc Bolan’s death. What a great tribute, Steve!!

  33. avatar
    princey | 18 September 2010 at 10:59 pm #

    I always love reading about the young’n’innocent sk 🙂
    Hope u had fun with Van PArk tonight!
    love Princey

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    GOLDEN NUGGET MICHIGAN | 19 September 2010 at 2:06 am #

    Steve, That was mos def one of your greatest. I need to know what you think of this american kid Brandon Flowers. I just picked up his solo Flamingo. I’m 43 so its hard for me to get over excited about music but I found this recording to be stellar. He seems to be the chosen one. Please give me your opinion even if negative. Thank you, MJ Frim GR Michigan

  35. avatar
    Thomas Thomsen | 19 September 2010 at 6:53 am #

    Haha…Davem…I wasn’t responding to what you wrote, but rather to what Steve wrote…but I hear you…We all have some artists we like, but hesitate to name out loud. Bread is one such band. But in all honesty I have a soft spot for The Carpenters, too. There, I said it 🙂

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    hellbound heart | 19 September 2010 at 7:26 pm #

    …love the visceral vibration from a good loud bass…

    love always…..


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