posted on December 27, 2007 at 12:18 am

dave mccomb looks out from a piece of good quality acid-free paper
his portrait is almost done now
could be easy one of my best yet
he stands in front of a blue sky
a silver lake (in silver paint)
trees and flowers
australian summer
everything is textured
his blue black hair
is a combo of paint n pastels
corduroy jacket
barky tree
leaves
in the endless silence
the dreamy haze
the wide open road
its midday now and shadows of love have fled
strangely enough mccomb is tracking down a familiar figure
miles away the familiar figure is checking his boiling radiator
while the girl simply known as the girl
sits in the car
waiting
we, spirit-like
zoom into this song-painting-reverie
what are we doing here
in this hot day
and this shimmering summer haze?
in the debris of childhood nostalgia
and the burnt australian trees
the sandy tracks running hither n thither
we see the man get back into the car
thinning blondish hair almost bald
strange blue eyes slightly askew
oh such a kind smile
broad shoulders
and small feminine hands
hes wearing a baseball cap and a striped tshirt
a pair of blue serge workpants
why its…..grant mclennan!
yes yes
now grant had told me this
when i had said
that the wide open road was spectacularly wide and open
he had said
and i deemed it one of his jokes
he had said
why steven
that road was my road too
no i exclaimed is this a joke
listen steven he said
look to the end of the wide open road
there youll find cattle….and cane
but why grant why i asked
and how do i fit into this?
grant gestured to the girl in the car
waiting for him to fix the radiator
she who was his
will now be mine
you mean that he…?
yes said grant
and at the very end
maybe even not there
he will give you the clue
that i am the quarry
the elusive otherman
i stole his baby
she broke his heart
now we drive through these songs
and youve painted him after me…
somewhere by a still silver lake
in a painting and several songs and a blogge
and now i guess
your imagination,
dave finds a still smouldering fire
or
a piece of her dress snagged in a thistle
he hears the birds calling in distant trees
he thinks about the girl
he thinks about grant
he thinks about grants songs
he thinks about heroin and he thinks about booze
he thinks how the band will laugh
when they hear how great this new song is
and he fixes his stare on a horizon
determined
forever youthful
gaunt and tall
a vengeful preacher cum lawman
a crazy angry frustrated fun lovin’ genius
a brooding jealous guy with murder in his mind
a lost soul in the west australian wilderness
a deadman trapped in some olde singers painting
his skin pastels
his hair gouache
the lake metallic silver that holly bought me
maybe i dreamed this up
was grant telling me the truth?
was that balmain or a hundred miles north of albany?
mccomb reaches out in the darkness now but shes not there
grant
how do you think it feels….sleeping by yourself?
listen steve
at the end
youll hear it cattle and cain
no grant
no i listened
i keep thinking i’ll hear it
but i never do
go back to the enmore steven
hold on, im coming with you
im almost with you steven ha ha! said grant
he talks to the girl in the car
the runaway girl
mccombs girl, now mclennans
he claps me round the shoulder
we are at enmore early 90s
theyre playing that song that one i love
that one i wish i’d written
the one i want to sing myself
you can sing it steven says grant
anytime you like he says
no grant i say
that song is not yours to give away
meanwhile the band come to the end of the song
where i thought the song and the painting and the road would end
but instead of an end
the band start to improvise around a theme
listen says grant
i listen
my hair on my neck is standing
the ghostly indistinct sound of the pedal steel
the keyboards stretch out like my gouache skies
the guitars interlock against the bass
and grant snaps his fingers
and i can hear it for a passing moment
that familiar riff
that passing nod
that brief allusion
so it was all true..?
i say to mccomb as he pokes through that campfire
he turns and stares at me and his lip curls
kilbey!
and he disappears into the trees
was it true?
i ask grant
still fiddling with that boiling radiator
while the girl waits
and waits
listening to that fremantle radio show
playing a mix of old aussie hits from the eighties
and grant looks at me with his blue clear eyes
that are slightly askew like jesus’ eyes
and he said
is what true?
my song
his song
your song
the painting
the girl
the eighties
anything?
finish the painting he said
sing that song
like you sing my songs
and you sing our songs
but…? i said
but what? said grant
do you think its ok with him? i asked grant
grant smiled
steven i am the last person to ask
and he gestured sadly to the girl
but
grant said
but i would hazard a guess
that hes probably quite happy
so go and do what you wanted to do
while you still can
steven
while you still are able to…..

24 Responses to “shadows of love/overcaste day”

  1. avatar
    craig1.618 | 27 December 2007 at 1:37 am #

    i find spirit in song too

    the celestial hummings that lured me here

    that keep me here……but never against my will

    for what am i but a song

  2. avatar
    Anonymous | 27 December 2007 at 1:50 am #

    That my man -is a very good blog.

    Dutch Pierre

  3. avatar
    Brien Comerford | 27 December 2007 at 2:43 am #

    Now For Something Completely different. Upon reading that blog I was at once seized with existential despair and the thought that Sk was divinely inspired. There is an omnipotent Creator Sk and he/she/it had their “A Game” going when u were conceived. No wonder surreal and ethereal rhyme. That’s u!

    Tonight I will chill to new Tangerine Dream music. The Germans warrant a little CD time to shine in my austere abode that is the antithesis of a shrine.

  4. avatar
    isolde | 27 December 2007 at 3:15 am #

    brilliant

    this is getting dangerous

    brien comerford’s writing style is starting to take over my consciousness

    I am so easily influenced its scary. I am even punctuating. Starting to make pronouncements.

    Wide open road reminds me of two things. The last day at school is one of them. The other is a photo by russell drysdale featured in a journal article on mr drysdale and miss moffatt. This photo hit me like a roadtrain when i saw it.

    tracey was an art college acquaintance of mine if I may namedrop momentarily
    there we were sitting in a pub on a field trip in sydney one day in the early 80’s and she said to me isolde, its all about being on the cutting edge. right on trace I said, cheers to that. actually I have no idea what I said but I was Impressed with a capital I.

    generally as life’s rich tapestry unfolded I have found myself on the cutting room floor suffering from mixed metaphors

    but I digress

    here is the article with the photo, written by Lara Travis, the title is Mirage, Drysdale and Moffat in the Australian outback the journal is called Art and Australia, v.37, no.4, June-July-Aug 2000 pages 548-555.

    oh thank god I don’t have to log in

    may 2008 be filled with chaos, anonymity and arguments in the blog commentary box !!! hurrah hurrah

  5. avatar
    ...being here, doing this... | 27 December 2007 at 3:32 am #

    speaking of art…

    i didn’t realise matt davison, like SK, is also very talented in this area!…

    http://www.obd.co.nz/mattdavison/paintings/

    (ditch that actor image stuff, and concentrate on this! it’s great!)

  6. avatar
    triantelope | 27 December 2007 at 3:48 am #

    wow!
    beautiful, tragic, surreal.
    brilliant.

  7. avatar
    veleska1970 | 27 December 2007 at 3:54 am #

    what a dreamy dream, indeed. surreal and other-worldly.

    “so go and do what you wanted to do
    while you still can
    steven
    while you still are able to…..”
    excellent advice. because there are so many out there that aren’t.

    lotza love…..

  8. avatar
    Icky | 27 December 2007 at 4:04 am #

    …and the good and the great of Australian songwriting captured now in art and blogge… don’t go joining them too soon… a delicious and slightly obtuse posting…can anyone ever own a girl, much less a song? A delightful read…

  9. avatar
    Hellbound Heart | 27 December 2007 at 6:59 am #

    a heart-breaking blog…very evocative…beautiful…
    love always…

  10. avatar
    Anonymous | 27 December 2007 at 8:11 am #

    “Do yu see the lights, there up ahead”
    there coming out, from your head”

    I concur sincerely
    to know Grant the way you both
    got on to know each other
    I can imagine the brotherhood that was inevitable..
    Heart on sleeve and undeniable sincerity..
    Fuck, he makes suffering sound like a distinct honor…
    Long live his music…….

    jaime r…..

  11. avatar
    davem | 27 December 2007 at 8:20 am #

    That was perfect for the season.
    I can almost hear the clock ticking…..so little time before eternity.

  12. avatar
    Anonymous | 27 December 2007 at 9:28 am #

    beautiful sk.

  13. avatar
    Ethereal Butterfly | 27 December 2007 at 12:23 pm #

    Sounds very ‘70s this girl owning thing…….’The past is a foreign country. They do things differently there.” (L.P.Hartley – 1895-1972)
    I thought everyone heard this voice telling us to do things while you still can, I know I certainly do.
    Today’s blog is dreamy, surreal and as mesmerising as melted chocolate, only much more inspiring.

  14. avatar
    fantasticandy | 27 December 2007 at 1:12 pm #

    ah…memory and imagination, the passing of time mixed with longing….
    a potent mixture.
    andy L.

  15. avatar
    John | 27 December 2007 at 2:30 pm #

    Okay, there’s something weird going on this morning. I had a dream I was at Steve Kilbey’s house eating burritos and he was helping me with my homework. I’m not in school anymore. What gives?

    Then I head out the door this morning with my mp3 player. Put it on shuffle, “Day 5,” “Aviatrix,” and “Paradox.” One right after another. Towards the end of my bus ride I get the acoustic “Metropolis” followed directly by “Chaos.”

    The hell is going on this morning?!? SK, stay out of my head!!!

    John Garratt

  16. avatar
    Anonymous | 27 December 2007 at 3:07 pm #

    i hope that every soul had a great christmas.happy old years eve.

  17. avatar
    Brien Comerford | 27 December 2007 at 4:34 pm #

    Dear Isolde:

    Don’t be influenced by my writing style. You will find yourself locked in a padded room finding solace listening to Hotel Womb.

    Bad news in Pakistan. Another major political Assasination. Too close for comfort for Democratic India.

  18. avatar
    andmoreagain | 27 December 2007 at 6:37 pm #

    If that was a real dream I wish I could have one to see an old friend of mine. I guess I may have but might not remember it in conscious thought. Tend to forget ’em. Nice Blog.

  19. avatar
    eek | 27 December 2007 at 10:39 pm #

    I’ve been pondering a comment since shortly after you posted this but everything I came up with seems trite. The best I can do is:

    Lovely blog today.

  20. avatar
    the dean | 28 December 2007 at 12:57 am #

    the day of the triffids
    or a secret in the shape of a song.

    the remaining triffids are play a few shows in Jan, has the TB been invited to guest spot? If not why not?

  21. avatar
    CAPTAIN BEYOND | 28 December 2007 at 5:34 am #

    Hey Esskay,
    I know you got family to be with during X mas and New Years but I thought I was your family now 2, don’t I deserve 2 celebrate the holidaze with you as well, sometimes I wish I never sent you my script be cos of all the heartache I now feel inside, yeah write…
    Missing You

  22. avatar
    Anonymous | 28 December 2007 at 8:19 am #

    that was beautiful….a dream you had? nice reading nonetheless, it brings my mind far away into the otherreaches of yours. Im still reading…..
    Claude Burton
    Galveston TX

  23. avatar
    sharka | 29 December 2007 at 2:45 am #

    Steve, I am enjoying your recent posts.

    Dave McComb was a great musical inspiration to me also. His death was a shock- I wasn’t aware of his fragile medical condition.

    His music and yours were never in competition as I saw it- instead they were 2 rich veins that ran in parallel. Both contributed (and still do) greatly to the musical offerings of this earth.

  24. avatar
    William | 1 January 2008 at 2:31 am #

    I’m behind…but just read this one Steve(shadows of love/overcaste day)…that was very very great stuff man.

    –william


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