posted on February 12, 2006 at 11:43 pm

goode mourning my friendss
your humble scribe feeling sad and reflective
today
monday monday
first yessaday
when i was young
and when i shoulda been bloogging to ya
i laying lazily around chez kilbey
eating poached pears and reading the sunday rags
i notice headline australian man suicide american plane
i start to read article
oh no i know this guy
very very well
his name was gerry georgettis
he was a greek version of rambo
he was our front of house mixer and tour manager
back in about 85, 86
a more level headed and serious dude
you could not meet
i remember one night in perth
we were parked outside some gig
theres a bloke furiously trying to puncture all the tires
on our van
gerry just stands behind guy
silently
letting the little monkey do his thing
till he gets a feeling hes being watched
he turns around
gerry standin’ there
built like a brickshithouse
gerry says very quietly, very calmly
good day mate..
the guy falls apart
gerry lifts him up gently
and carries him away
like a mother cat
carrying a mouse
another time we driving back from newcastle
a load of people in the car
screaming laughing taking drugs
fighting drinking and carrying on
gerrys at the wheel
were going really fast
suddenly a cop appears
his siren penetrating the murky din of the van
we gonna go down for sure
the cops got us red handed
we pull over
cop pulls over
does all his cop ritual thing
comes over
gerry rolls down window
the fumes of neils purple heads
and alcohol
permeate the crisp night air
the cop looks at gerry
(say this next line in a kath and kim aussie accent)
sir, you were doing over 130 kilometres an hour….
do you have any good reason for travelling at this speed?
gerry looks at the cop
he narrows his eyes
its been a long day
and im in a hurry to get home
the cop asseses the sitch
he gives gerry a quick fine
and pisses off
and we’re off
it was in gerrys look you see
he had this it aint worth fucking w/ me look
gg rip

and talking of the olde days
1981
i remember another guy
a pop star roadie
as they used to call em
man this guy was a legend
a truly wild man
tho im sure he mixed us awfully bad
but people used to talk about rock stars
living lives outside the law…
ha
this guy
he was big and strong
he took all drugs and drink all the time
we had a week off in perth once
he and his offsider lay in their beds
having room service
watching telly
and snorting cocaine
for a solid week!
no i dont appaud that behaviour particularly
but i cannot but wonder at the stamina
and singlemindedness
this guy was a wild womaniser
he liked mothers and daughters
identical twins
other mens wives
you know what i mean
he carried weapons and drugs everywhere
he had that dont fuck w/ me look too i guess
anyway
this is a strange story yall
we wos in tasmania
which is strange in itself
and we were backstage before the gig
and this guy bursts in
some tasmanian punter
and his opening salvo is
ah here ya are ya bastards
i wanted to have a fuckin’ talk to ya..
our big nasty roadie says it just once
but he was serious
get out mate
mr tasmania misjudges the moment
he says
ah dont be a cunt….
before anybody knows whats happnin’
roadie goes boof
punches guy in his ample beer gut
just like in the movies the guy grunts
and doubles over
the roadie delivers coup de grace
an uppercut
which connects directly with tas-dudes eye
WHACK!
oh how i remember and hate
that peculiar particular sound
of knuckle connecting with eye
in the lexicon of fighting
it has its own place
just like the sound of a broken nose
or the sound of a fist connecting with a brick wall
all of these and more have i heard
from the trenches and frontlines of bully high
any how the roadie slugs this guy in the eye
and throws him outta the dressing room
(i did not approve of this behaviour)
any way
the chruch hit the stage
the guys stand right in front of me
all night
looking at me
with his black eye
and hes crying
that can ruin yer gig
let me tell you

and you thought it was all dancing on clouds
but it aint
its waiting around
sodding about
and dealing with things like that
one serious idiot can ruin a gig of thousands
a guy called jesus
not the famous one
but another
a famous english hippy
back in 70s and 80s
he turned up at our first ever english show
it was at the venue in victoria, london
we had 2000 people
we couldnt believe it
dave gilmore from pink fluid was there
the crowd went crazy as soon as we walked on
hang on
they dont do that in sydnee or mell-bin
certainly not in tasmania or wagga wagga
or wollongong or maroochydore
nor in ooodnadatta
but here in london
they clapping
they screaming
you know
just like a real audience does,
in the movies…
i keep turning around
there must be somone else up here
surely theyre not screaming for us??!!
remember
this is our 1st gig ever outside
orstralia
the aussie pub crowd
dont go in for clapping
or screaming
unless theyre screaming for ya blood!!
any way
this be olde sks dream
to be vindicated in the mother country
to make it in ingland
so im really enjoying this
we do
you took
our tour de force
the crowd going bah na nahs
we get down to really quiet bit
me and ploogy lock eyes
we get it simmering
we gonna build these pommies up
to a fuckin orgasm baybee
but whats this
jesus is approachin the stage
all kaftan and wild hair
hes comin down to the front
so everyone there
could see that
he was giving his regal bohemian blessing
to these paisley ozzie space wokkers
but whats this??
oh no
he has a tambourine
and hes banging it round outta time
in ploogys earshot
ploogys eyes register panic
just before he falls off the beat
and the whole band slides into a bizarre
black hole
where there is no time
ONLY JESUS AND HIS CRAZY TAMBOURINE

i love you my darlings
sk

33 Responses to “napoleon in rags and the language that he used”

  1. avatar
    Handyman | 13 February 2006 at 1:06 am #

    I read that about Gerry in the paper Friday. That was a shame. Flying from Florida to LA. Found him in the bathroom, had to land here in Denver. Some kind of business about crashing a new car he bought into the car dealership and setting it on fire. Big news here. Rip GG.

  2. avatar
    Laurie | 13 February 2006 at 1:08 am #

    I can’t stop laughing!! Well worth the price of admission. You’re just a hell of a guy the way you tell your stories of your band’s adventures. I’d for one would love to hear more like that- what a rush in jolly ol London. Very sorry about your friend though….probably too young and a very sad way to die, bless his heart.

  3. avatar
    Anonymous | 13 February 2006 at 1:45 am #

    nice obituary
    you really do spread around
    a lot of lovin
    that is your really great gift
    and you thought it was only all that
    hugely wonderful writing you been
    messing with all these years
    but no
    but hey
    who am i to say
    you are a man who gives out a lot of gorgeous energy
    good vibes
    building us all up
    making me for one
    feel special
    and I really thank you for that
    and i love that
    i can say it here
    anonymously

  4. avatar
    buzby | 13 February 2006 at 2:04 am #

    so, of course, ploogy sent him back to resurrect again eh? sorry about your mate mate. but, if it makes you feel any better… i heard ‘unguarded moment’ at dumont in williamsburg, brooklyn tonight. it sounded as fresh as if it came out yesterday.

  5. avatar
    esskayer | 13 February 2006 at 2:12 am #

    Too bad that Tasmanian devil didn’t get to sock ya one. I would have paid to see that.

  6. avatar
    Anonymous | 13 February 2006 at 2:13 am #

    I’m pretty sure I was at that Venue gig.
    Still have some photos somewhere.
    You were wearing red jeans or cords.
    It was a good crowd.
    I wish I cud remember the name of the support – they looked like piglets.

    Dutch Pierre

  7. avatar
    mike | 13 February 2006 at 2:22 am #

    Great stories!!! Sorry about your friend šŸ™

  8. avatar
    CSTCoach | 13 February 2006 at 3:28 am #

    Very sorry to hear about your friend SK. Nothing else to say. Sending silent support across the pearly grey deep, and playing one of your songs…

    ryan

  9. avatar
    Azza | 13 February 2006 at 4:42 am #

    Not cool about your friend sk. Not a nice way to hear about someone you knows death.

    And what do you mean the crowds don’t make any noise in Mell-bin! I’m sure I couldn’t talk for days after one of your gigs at the corner last year!

  10. avatar
    Anonymous | 13 February 2006 at 5:47 am #

    so sad to hear of
    your friend sk
    thanks for sharing
    your wonderful
    stories
    sending you
    lots of love
    diane

  11. avatar
    Anonymous | 13 February 2006 at 5:59 am #

    Hi Steve,

    Sorry to hear about your friend. Not nice to hear about that.

    Hmmm… I was at the Corner too. Too much bloody talking was the problem! Wrong venue for the Church. Find somewhere with velvet sofas & open skies. If not we’ll just go round to your place.

    Martin

  12. avatar
    Tony Pucci | 13 February 2006 at 6:47 am #

    Awesome, Steve!
    I had a smile on my face
    And a laugh in my voice
    Reading this.
    Take care, man.
    Great Blog!

  13. avatar
    Tony Pucci | 13 February 2006 at 6:50 am #

    Oops, sorry about GG, SK.
    Didn’t mean to sound like I was
    skipping over your discussion of him in my last comment. The overall tone of your blog today was very personal yet worldly. I enjoyed reading it. Our best and only legacy is to be remembered
    by those we love and who love us.
    And so, loveya man.

  14. avatar
    Susan | 13 February 2006 at 7:18 am #

    Ok,SK.
    Here’s the deal:
    The man I love is your devoted fan.
    D-E-V-O-T-E-D. For many years now.
    And Valentine’s Day is fast approaching… and every day for the last few weeks I’ve been wondering what I can give him that will even come close to expressing how much I love him.

    So, then I thought: SK is a man full of love. A man that my man admires. And my man reads the SK blogs religiously. So, maybe, if SK has some little extra blog space he could write a small, sincere love poem dedicated from me (Susan) to him (Bill). In the name of love.

    It’s Ok that the world (well, the loyal SK world) will read the love poem: perhaps it will inspire them on this holiday celebrating love to feel love, spread love, make love.

    All you need is love.
    Hope your day, SK, is full of love.
    And, from me, gratitude, as well.
    Susan

  15. avatar
    captainmission | 13 February 2006 at 7:21 am #

    sorry to hear about your friend man.
    i’m sure i was at that Venue gig, though i can’t recall it cos i get it muddled up with all the other times i saw you guys. i do have a vague memory of some colourful clothes, and i thought, ohhh sharp dressers from down under playing rickenbackers, i thought all of australia was going to be filled with bohemian artists, poets and lots of creative philosophical types but alas when i got here it was filled with beer and sporty types and you guys moved to sweeden or sumfink. still there was always the surf šŸ™‚

  16. avatar
    fergal | 13 February 2006 at 7:22 am #

    ‘once i had a name,
    forgotten now ….’

  17. avatar
    Anonymous | 13 February 2006 at 7:36 am #

    oh dear esskayer, ya still got a bee in your bonnet. Strangely, iā€™m relieved to know your still around.

  18. avatar
    Anonymous | 13 February 2006 at 10:12 am #

    Yes, what is it about esskayer that makes him strangely compelling, or even oddly fascinating.

  19. avatar
    Tex | 13 February 2006 at 10:30 am #

    Steve

    Sorry to hear about your mate – a tragic story indeed.

    Your blog brings back so many memories of the 80s Australian pub rock scene – definitely no bed of roses – lots of bad drugs, violence and generally bad behaviour. Still, I wouldn’t have traded my exalted position as a glass collector in a Perth beer barn for the world – got to see the Church and many lesser acts, and got paid.

    Keep up the excellent work – there’s a real quality about your anecdotes that makes them compelling reading.

    Cheers

  20. avatar
    Sweed | 13 February 2006 at 11:48 am #

    Sorry to hear about your old friend dying. Really. Weird way of finding out…

    That Jesus story made me laugh anyway.

    Love Ya!

  21. avatar
    gavgams | 13 February 2006 at 11:58 am #

    The tambourine story cracked me up,especially the eye of rising panic, but sorry to hear about Gerry’s demise. That sort of thing would come as a shock.

  22. avatar
    bdc | 13 February 2006 at 1:30 pm #

    Book! Book, I tell you. The world should read this.

  23. avatar
    Rubikon | 13 February 2006 at 2:42 pm #

    “To your tambourine in time, it’s just a ragged clown behind, I wouldn’t pay it any mind, it’s just a shadow you’re
    Seein’ that he’s chasing

  24. avatar
    chukleslovakia | 13 February 2006 at 4:59 pm #

    cannot stand the paid admission who feels the need to be the show. “get yer own show you hairy freak” or something to that effect is what i would have said.
    losing friends, relatives, aquaintances is always a time for reflection. hope yours is inspirational.

  25. avatar
    Joe Burns | 13 February 2006 at 5:31 pm #

    This made me laugh out loud at least five times… SK, do you remember hanging out in a bleak parking lot in Grand Rapids MI on the GAF Tour (Blue Aeroplanes opening for you) taking turns riding around on a wierd dilapidated motorized scooter – nothing more than a scateboard with a handle and a little gas powered motor on the back… Three odd mopey locals standing back watching? You offered me a ride, i declined… i was too dazzled by the hash afternoon sun, the heat of the blacktop and finally getting my copy of Sing Songs autographed…

  26. avatar
    Anonymous | 13 February 2006 at 7:46 pm #

    dear sk,

    I am also sorry to hear about your friend.

    We met twice in Washington,DC and once in Philadelphia. You turned me on to T.Rex and Ginseng chewing gum.

    Glad to see you blogging and still rocking.

    You will always rock!

    -d

  27. avatar
    eek | 13 February 2006 at 9:25 pm #

    So sorry to hear of your friend’s death. I always wonder exactly what pushes someone over that last edge.

    The Jesus and his tambourine story is priceless!

  28. avatar
    Malika | 13 February 2006 at 10:28 pm #

    That’s OK Laurie !
    Very touched anyway, thank U.

    ……….. ….. … .

    Toute ma sympathie, Steve Baybey,
    & toute mon affection aussi,

    Malika

  29. avatar
    KJ's Alien Pickles and Cosmic Workshop | 13 February 2006 at 10:57 pm #

    Ha ha! I love the stories. Sorry to hear about your old friend. I hope someone will tell entertaining stories about me when I’m dead.

  30. avatar
    baby | 13 February 2006 at 10:59 pm #

    my next door neighbor died. he owned a famous pub in the city, where i used to meet the nine princes of amber. i miss bob. he was a good guy.

    today, however, i had to deal with an attorney that wanted to “envision” a new contract.

  31. avatar
    Anonymous | 14 February 2006 at 12:22 am #

    Ah, the ubiqutous hairy nose bouncer and the damage done. The 80’s pub scene in Oztralia was as tough as it gets. Great stories man……you gotta put out a book!!
    Sorrty to hear about your friend – GG.

    keep on bloggin,
    trapeze boy.

  32. avatar
    Andromeda7 | 14 February 2006 at 7:44 am #

    oh man, gerry gerry gerry… i’m crying now for the king of sound thanks for looking after me more nights than i can remember

  33. avatar
    Anonymous | 23 December 2006 at 2:23 am #

    Hi, I am good friends with an ex girlfriend of Gerry’s, Janet Milne.
    She has only just found out what had happened to him as she is up north travelling. She is pretty cut up about it.


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