posted on November 21, 2008 at 7:23 pm

memory swirls throughout time
like raspberry juice swirling through triple sec
chop up some lemon n orange n apple
keep chilled
music is one thing
wine is another
blood holds it all together
the dark red stuff
ichor in the veins of the gods
aphrodite from cytherea
zeus from olympus
kilbey from nowhere in particular
the sky darkens as you sit there watching
typical says a voice in another room
the sun fades away behind the grey
the heroes return from the war all bled dry
diminished and wanting
david neil sings in the headphones
the plane touches down n rolls into town
maybe yer precious ‘magination is all used up
saturday is a strange day
sometimes it makes you cry n
makes you feel so bad
the 4 of us plus noel “banga” pearson
hurtle through the night
down some highway going south
at hyper speed
gigs pop up
we play at a million strums per second
the crowds dwindle n surge
words come out my mouth
peter kopf sends telegraphic messages with his devices
the clouds whizz passed overhead
the crew sets up n packs away
money a blur as it changes its hands
the faces on the notes age and grow old
a hundred dollar note in my coat sings david neil
gonna see a man about a boat….
backstage twenty years have passed
you step on stage at 34
you come off at 54
rip van kilbey
where are all my old haunts…mutter mutter
god, ive been asleep so long
that was a long set, mister….says a janitor
as he casually cleans up the mess
the lights have come on
and the place is littered with crushed beer cans
in the cruel light everyone seems pale and lined
the light stabs yer eyes n you blink like a dormouse
a husband n wife come forward for a photo
they smile when you say ok
but they groan when they look in yer eyes
wow you better get yerself some…..
sleep ? i offer
yeah uh huh some sleep
david neil sings sleep with me but dream alone
the road south is flat n broad n unending
i stick a cassette in the player
not fuckin’ david neil again, killer ! banga shouts as he drives
much laughter from the backseat
isnt there anything else? someone yells out
we’re cruising through the desert at 90 miles n hour
all the windows are down
everyones smoking something or another
and david neil is blasting above it all
suddenly another gig looms up
in one second flat
i’m checked in
tuned up
sound checked
dinner’d up
n
onstage
we used to be popular in this town…..sheeesh
which town is it ? someone asks
its uh….not syracuse
not melbourn florida
not saska toon
not uh….i dont remember exactly
but my room had a view over a park
and the flowers were ….uh…
anyway
its always the next day
think about that when tomorrow comes, killer
banga pearson was the philosophical aussie type
like a digger from ww1
he was strong philosophical n liked a fucken beer or 2
he grew up on the mean streets of new south wales north
n he could surf like a demon at 8 years old
when asked by a man or a woman why he was called banga
banga ‘d say ” do you wanna fucken find out?”
one of bangas brothers was in jail
the other one was the lead guitarist
with phyllis stein n the nom de prunes
who had had some chart success in the south west
banga ‘d walk thru a brick wall for me (he said)
but he couldn’t be bothered with finding my passport
which he’d lost in a rumble with some other idiot
boy he was a good driver tho
when hed had a smoke n a cuppla lines
gee he could go all night
no more david neil killer! he screams out over the racket
as arizona n santa fe and mississippi go past
david neil sings
oh the sorrow of parting from you nadine
split me down my silver screen..
what the fuck does that mean asks banga a year later
weave finally stopped driving
but the ground still trembles under my frictional feet
we sit in bangas room with its beer bottles n cigarette packets
banga rolls up a huge great spliff which i wont smoke
cos of all the tobacco hes put in there
we watch mtv n video smash hits n top of the props
david neil comes on
fuck, no! exclaims banga
i dont believe it!
david neil doing the unplugged thing
boy he sure can play guitar tho
even banga has to admit that..
banga :pigs arse i do!
he’s looking kind of old but in a cool way…
david neil sings lets go to la tolteca
lets go inside there
david neils fingers glide over the guitar like a magician
the sangrias clotting he sings
there you go ! exclaims banga
bang!
but its true what they say
about the endless road n the lost highway
the miles do as their tolled
the bridges detour leaning
and the signs
can only point you in the wrong direction
still the palm trees bend in the wind n rain
and of course david neil was never found alive
and by the time the doors open
we should have had something to eat
you’ll have time to do 2 quick interviews
n pop back home n get changed in to yer mansuit
sip the sangria
smell the rosy apples
chew the bitter lemons
nibble on orange counties
strap on your pulverizer
and stuff yer strut
emi have got the test pressings
cbs have got the masters
wea have got the blues
and curare records have disappeared
theres a curfew at 11 so dont play 10
the house takes 15 per cent of all winnings
and the deuces are still wilde..
banga looked up from his guessed list
as the gig boomed n thundered all around
it smelt of beer n aftershave n smoke
2 pair he said
almost a full house
wait till i tell killer he said
he’ll be stoked…..!

17 Responses to “the sangria is clotting”

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    the dean | 21 November 2008 at 10:03 pm #

    always travelling towards or away, two lines forming an obtuse angle never enclosing, only meeting momentarily at a worrying point then gone, apprehension moves on to another point a few days down the line.

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    esne snoner | 21 November 2008 at 10:34 pm #

    yes – and the trip continues with the crunch supporting david byrne playing brian eno tunes at the sydney schlopera house feb 1 – 2009 is suddenly looking a lot better

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    CAPTAIN BEYOND | 21 November 2008 at 10:57 pm #

    sounds like you could use some Absinthe, try these quick remedies: THE RED FAIRY mix in shaker 1oz Absinthe, 1/2oz Grenadine, 1/2oz Red Bull, shake well and strain into shot glass, THE BOHEMIAN METHOD pour one shot of Absinthe into glass then dip teaspoon of sugar into it, set aflame, call your local fire dept. for restrictions…
    Jonny Shot

  4. avatar
    matt davison | 21 November 2008 at 11:09 pm #

    baptism by Kilbey!!!!

  5. avatar
    sanfoin | 22 November 2008 at 1:53 am #

    david neil who?

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    linjo | 22 November 2008 at 7:32 am #

    Hi Steve
    Got a lot of reading to catch up on, I have just moved house. Sure there will be lots of brain fodder.
    Have you made any comment on your fellow Bondi boy Wes Carr? Hope he wins tomorrow night!
    Linda

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    Warpedjohn | 22 November 2008 at 7:45 am #

    sanfoin,

    My take on “david neil ” is that he is a creation of SK . A combination of some of those really good but largely under-exposed singer- songwriters of the 60’s /70’s many emanating from Greenwich Village. Fred Neil ( “Everybodys Talkin’at Me ” ) comes to mind. Tim Hardin, Phil Ochs, who rivalled the early Bob Dylan and could have been as big as he if the cards had fallen differently.
    ( instead they ( these 3 ) all died in virtual obscurity and poverty.)

    …. or it could mean something else .

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    Warpedjohn | 22 November 2008 at 10:01 am #

    on second reading it could be Neil Young ( the unplugged reference + other lines )

    geez -getting a bit Dylan – excessive /analytical here .

    this type of thing must amuse/annoy SK in a coffee- spluttering -on -the- keypad way.

    does he drink coffee?

    see there we go again !

  9. avatar
    lily was here | 22 November 2008 at 12:56 pm #

    And i thought it was rhyming slang for Seal
    Music is one thing
    Time is another
    xox

    ps I watched Making the Monkees this morning. Kirshner – another arrogant p***k in a long line.

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    davem | 22 November 2008 at 4:18 pm #

    One of those killer and mr and missus photo’s is amongst my proudest possessions.
    Nice trip today.

  11. avatar
    CSTCoach | 22 November 2008 at 4:25 pm #

    Cool stuff the past couple days. A bizarre rock journey into a parallel world…

  12. avatar
    sanfoin | 22 November 2008 at 6:09 pm #

    ohhh, you’re probably right, he’s some mythical creature from the pages of the kilbey bestiary, a chimera or lernaean hydra, a cross between neil young and david gates, “david neil” and his band “the young gates”. . .

    a real bona fide riddle. . . how fun. but how’ll we know if we guess who it is?!!

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    Brien Comerford | 22 November 2008 at 6:43 pm #

    Warpedjohn mentioned Phil Ochs. He was an extremely talented lyricist and vocalist in the late 1960’s. All of his social justice causes failed and his great CDs did not sell. He developed an alter-ego, drank heavily, became psychotic and hung himself to death in his sister’s backyard.

    On a brighter note-Hello LINJO!

  14. avatar
    kat | 22 November 2008 at 8:38 pm #

    i love the monkees. my guitar teacher jon in raleigh says they did play their own instruments, which people claim is not true. but they didn’t write alot of their songs, did they? i dunno. neil diamond wrote some, and who else, lily? you just saw that movie. anyway i was such a nerd growing up that my friends and i “were” the monkees and i was mickey. ha

    don’t clot too much sk

    ;p

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    lily was here | 23 November 2008 at 12:41 am #

    Kat, I loved those Monkees too. Here come my essay 🙂

    Yeah they were “created”. The jobs were advertised as “musicians” for a TV show. They weren’t allowed to play themselves on the first 2 records (apart from vocals and Peter Tork) but they did later contribute co-writing and instruments. But “the suits” had them bound by contract to secrecy. Davy and Mickey were actor/singers. Mickey learnt drums for the show. Peter and Michael were musicians but they were all treated like puppets and stifled by the show’s control-freak producer Kirshner until they rebelled and the Monkees imploded.

    Kirshner believed that any 4 guys could’ve been the Monkees (I beg to differ!!!) and when they wouldn’t comply with him (he later wanted them to record the bubblegum pop song “Sugar Sugar” and they refused) and Nesmith broke the news about the truth of The Monkees they were sacked. Kirshner went onto make The Archies (“because cartoons do as I say and don’t talk back”). Interesting that he didn’t just replace them if he thought that. They all contributed to various Monkees songs (but not the major hits) and played live totally unrehearsed during the chaotic days of the show. They made the movie/soundtrack ‘Head’ with Jack Nicholson after the break-up where cult hit The Porpoise song that The Church covered is featured but that song was actually written by Boffin/King.

    During the peak of “The Monkees” they were outselling Elvis and The Beatles. They were huge! The producers raked in millions of dollars while the guys themselves, bound by their original contracts, were paid $400 pw and prob due to them not owning the name The Monkees they didn’t get the benefits of all the songs they co-wrote and performed on. They’ve gone onto individual successes (in their own way with good attitudes about it all despite obvious bitterness tho’ Tork is a recovering alcoholic) but no way as wealthy as they could’ve been if Kirshner had given them freedom to evolve and to share in that money train. I read that the Jimi Hendrix Experience (still relatively unknown) first American gig was with The Monkees. RIP Mitch Mitchell. A bad match but the truth was that the Monkees just wanted to watch him perform every night not even thinking about how embarrassing it would be for Hendrix to be drowned out by all those screaming teens and Chas wanted the publicity. The world of rock’n’roll.. don’t you love it?! 

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    kat | 23 November 2008 at 1:00 am #

    that is very interesting. but sad that dude had total control over them for the most part. thanks for the facts! i will have to see that movie sometime. i guess kirshner is long gone now?

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    lily was here | 23 November 2008 at 1:22 am #

    hey Kat. I think Kirshner (music producer not show producer btw) is still around? For his due, he definitely had an ear for a great pop song from his stable of talent from the Brill Building (but his arrogance,pomp and patronization of the band was vomit worthy).
    x

    ps that shouldve read Goffin, not Boffin. I like Boffin better though 🙂


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