posted on September 15, 2006 at 9:30 pm

both my father n his father died when they were 52
my grandfathers name was stephen kilbey
he lost an eye
he was a soldier
he died of pneu monia
my mother reckons it was tb
i only ever seen one picture of him
worried skinny dark haired man
a moustache
grey london buildings fading into a forgotten past
englands rain n grime and classes
you might as well had a caste system
my father never spoke of his father
sometimes when i was little
i ask my dad about his father
but he would drift off in thought
and it seemed it made him so sad
so i never really pursued it
i got the v in steven so people could call me steve
im sure my lost grandfather got called steve n stevie sometimes
i mean was steve invented in the 1950s?
anyway so you see 52 is a little barrier to get across for me

you probably wundering why another blog
comes so hot on the heels of the last
and that is cos today los groopos churchos
stumble into action
hit the ground running on empty
late and lost as usual
so i probably wont have time
cos i’ll be so busy waiting around
for the blah blah box to get plugged in right
so i’m sittin’ here earlyish
knocking out this now
well obviously i’m doing it NOW
i couldnt be doing it then
could i?
and i thought some of you
might be getting bored with that other stuff
and you going
cmon timebeing
how bout dem electrick geetars
well baybee
and this is just for you
those e guitars gonna be out in spades
cos today we start rehursing
in a secret location
in an ordinary leafy springtime avenue
space rock will be invoked
in a dark dank basement
concealed in rock and lead
lies a chambre of sound
lined in lincoln green carpet
and impressionist wallpaper
surrounded by all the very latest gadgets
there in secret
in hiding
the germs of cosmic rock
a chord here
a clatter there
the bass slides into tune
somethin going tic tic tic
eventually you keep going you got space rock
apply to your local govt for a generous free sample of space now
space is the place
space is safe for all ages
space is needed
space for the whole wide world
so you see
we are creating more space
and letting it go
thats all

46 Responses to “turn me on deadman”

  1. avatar
    verdelay | 15 September 2006 at 10:32 pm #

    And somehow I find myself in England. It wasn’t always like this you know. “Get that boy out of this country”, my grandfather once told my mother, “Get him to Australia”. So she did.

    I visited his grave last week.

    Around we go again.

    hf

  2. avatar
    Centuryhouse | 15 September 2006 at 10:44 pm #

    52 will be a good year for you, I can feel it. Enjoy the space jam sessions…you guys should video tape some of that creative process!

    dw

  3. avatar
    Anonymous | 15 September 2006 at 10:49 pm #

    sk,

    let there be space rock

    richard

  4. avatar
    mandn | 15 September 2006 at 11:13 pm #

    This Space for rent Orpheus?

    Spatial space?
    a splice of space?
    a spate of space?

    is the wallpaper as nice as in Sellersville??
    are you free enough in the Lincoln green carpet room?

    52 years young and many more to go.
    Too much to do and too many to get reacquainted with.

    say hallo to the boys for me and happy rehearsals

    xo
    Mary

  5. avatar
    Moocow | 15 September 2006 at 11:25 pm #

    OOOhhhh, Can’t wait for this.
    Keep it coming. I’m still in Virginia.

  6. avatar
    stealthblue | 15 September 2006 at 11:26 pm #

    SteVe,
    Wow, sounds like your a bit anxious about the 52 business. I wouldn’t blame ya I suppose given what you said ’bout your paternal gents. I would venture to say that a few things to consider are that you take very good care of yourself, the best you can anyway, right? I mean, you work out regularly, you eat really well, you keep your mind extremely active, you’re fit, you’ve got love just pourin’ out of ya’ (and in) and…you eat MANUKA HONEY, baby! (Reminds me, I am gonna pick up some more tonight) Seriously though, you’re doing great. 52 is the new 32. Just hang in there, keep doing what you’re doin’ and before you know it another b-day will be upon us, and another, and another…
    Alright, kid, go have a good show. Have fun and we’ll see ya around Muther Erf and beyond…
    Lots o’ love, brother.
    Ben V.

  7. avatar
    ambnt1 | 15 September 2006 at 11:54 pm #

    Just don’t blow your ears out, Steven. It’ll make ya deaf, as you already know.

    Have fun in space.

    –Chris

  8. avatar
    veleska1970 | 15 September 2006 at 11:57 pm #

    it’s quite understandable why you have been afraid “un”magic number five-two. considering the bad family history surrounding it. but don’t worry~~you’ll surpass 52 and then some. you have a lot more years ahead of you, steve.

    and ben is right. you do take care of yourself. one thing that has helped you is that you weren’t a soldier like your father and grandfather before you, so you haven’t been exposed to that horror. those things age a person very quickly. and it’s not chronological age, either. all three of my great-uncles fought in both WWII and the korean war, and they died early because of it.

    i’m sorry you didn’t get to learn about your grandfather. i’m sure he’d be proud of you.

    have a good show tonight. you sound like you’re looking forward to it.

    lotza love….

  9. avatar
    mattdavison | 16 September 2006 at 12:27 am #

    was Tim responsible for the spacejunk that hit NZ last Week???
    I wonder if the Timebandit can take ya back to meet Steven b4 the war….

  10. avatar
    triantelope | 16 September 2006 at 12:44 am #

    Yeah baybee!!
    Bring it on
    See you at the Enmore…

  11. avatar
    Thomas Irvin | 16 September 2006 at 1:21 am #

    Steve–

    Years ago (post-Heyday and pre-Starfish), I wrote you a letter and asked you to record a station ID for the community radio station where I worked (I even sent you the casette to make it easy). I addressed my letter to “Stephen Kilbey” then later noticed you were “Steven” on the liner notes of the album. “Damn!” I thought, he’ll never respond.

    But you did. You recorded the station ID and sent back the casette. Even added a personal greeting to me AND you put the brand new “Warm Spell” on the tape.

    Because I’m someone who gets annoyed when my name is misspelled, I always wondered why you were so kind when I misspelled your name.

    Now maybe I know.

    Here’s to Stephen Kilbey. (His grandson ain’t too bad either.)

  12. avatar
    Anonymous | 16 September 2006 at 1:24 am #

    Wow. I can identify with your thoughts about turning 52. My father died unexpectedly at 43, and his died in his early 40s as well (when my dad was an infant, so he never knew him). I took special note of the exact day on which I had lived longer than my father, and have tried (not always with great success) to view every day since as a gift of extraordinary value. My life hasn’t been anywhere near as interesting as yours, but it was still strange to think that everything my father ever did or experienced, he had already experienced by the time he was my age, and he never experienced anything more, at least not in this life/world.

    Best of luck with the Aussie tour dates!

    Richard in Houston

  13. avatar
    Anonymous | 16 September 2006 at 1:28 am #

    Good Morning, for me it’s good night. Don’t forget to wear the plugs. A 12 string Rick is all you’ll hear for the next week while slippin in the uni-versed. Wish I was a fly on the wall. Milly B.

  14. avatar
    sue cee | 16 September 2006 at 1:43 am #

    Rehearsals ! I’d much rather talk about flying spirits but nevets you will surpass 52 and seeming as you love a challenge, you’ll keep on rockin’ for a long time to come! Break the spell baybee! Couldnt find you in my dreams last night.. you hid pretty well. .and I was SO tired…but Steven your dad and granddad would be so proud of you y’know.. v or p regardless 🙂

  15. avatar
    sue cee | 16 September 2006 at 1:44 am #

    ps Matt D – if you’re going to melb you better order tix as they’re going fast!

  16. avatar
    dig | 16 September 2006 at 1:59 am #

    Hey SK
    I can understand my dad had a massive heart attack at 42 (stressed lawyer, chain smoker etc)
    So 42 is the age I’m terrified of (on my mind daily), although don’t forget we’ve got half our mothers genes!
    Oh and I’m really looking forward to the Australian shows
    Dig

  17. avatar
    krishnamike | 16 September 2006 at 2:01 am #

    Reading these stories about fathers and grandfathers who have passed on has inspired me to go spent some alittle more time with my father…

  18. avatar
    Bob L | 16 September 2006 at 3:10 am #

    A belated happy Birthday. I was just thinking today how much I enjoyed your show in Dallas, my wife and I had a great time. The prep for the electric shows (or recording?) sounds exciting. Good luck with everything.
    peace on earth
    Bob L

  19. avatar
    CSTCoach | 16 September 2006 at 3:29 am #

    Don’t worry about 52, druid, you’re still needed here. It just ain’t your time. And besides, we got wurk to do. In that regard, you got email c/o KH.

    Really wish i could catch that electric show in Oz. The acousitic PA gig was by far the best, most intensive show I’ve ever seen. i still can’t believe how you guys blew the fucking roof off the joint. knock em for a loop on this one!

    ryan

  20. avatar
    Letango | 16 September 2006 at 3:34 am #

    beam me up!

  21. avatar
    General Catz | 16 September 2006 at 3:35 am #

    you’ll get past 52. i tried to tell you in milwaukee. you just didn’t let me finish.

    love
    miss grove

  22. avatar
    Anonymous | 16 September 2006 at 4:01 am #

    well, you’re bio’s been written, so you’re safe either way. It’s Part One, or the Whole Story.

    Rock On, preferably

  23. avatar
    davidcwelker | 16 September 2006 at 4:06 am #

    i ventue to say that not only will you get past 52, you will truly “live” thru 52. one of my fav sayings happens 2 be “more paralyzing than a fear of death is a fear of life”. you certainly don’t seem to be paralyzed by those fears. suppose i do understand the anxiety around that tho, similar kinda thing runs in my family. here’s 2 many more, and time well spent jammin’… looking forward to the next time you’re in cleveland.

  24. avatar
    Anonymous | 16 September 2006 at 4:27 am #

    hi sk

    the rehearsals
    sound divine …
    i’d love to be
    a fly on the wall
    and soak in
    the space rock
    i know it’ll
    be cosmic baybee

    thanks for sharing
    your bloggy
    once again sk
    now that it’s
    september
    november seems
    like it’s too coming soon

    rock on
    love
    diane
    xo

  25. avatar
    craig | 16 September 2006 at 5:22 am #

    satellite hummin’
    “secret locale” intel is a go
    locking coordinates
    frequency dialed in
    engaged circuits surge
    space rock drifts
    real surface appears

  26. avatar
    Aperus | 16 September 2006 at 5:37 am #

    Thanks for that entry – it brings up a tangent…

    Does this family stuff come in twos?
    In mine, there were two suicides
    My Mom when she was in her 40’s
    My Grandfather before her in his 30’s
    He wasn’t right after WW1
    He was going to shoot the whole family
    He went behind the barn to ready the bullets
    But stopped his plan and shot himself
    Grandma told me they heard the gun go off
    and found him with the rest of the bullets by his side
    Had he gone ahead with plan A
    Mom would have died a young girl
    and I wouldn’t have been blessed to see this amazing world

    I see his face in old photographs
    Uniform on
    Handsome but looking lost
    was that after he came back?
    I can see myself in his face

    Mom and Grandpa opened a strange door
    Its a door I wouldn’t have thought too much of
    had they not gone through
    I wondered if I would be next at times
    Wondered if I would see it as a viable option
    If things got too much
    Sometimes it felt that way
    Especially after the divorce
    But the crazy times from mid 20s – 30s came and went
    Yes, I thought about it
    But thats it – those days have passed
    I unwound the threads they couldn’t unwind
    I cleared the blocks they couldn’t clear
    I got past the trap that trapped them
    I dug into it for myself, my Mom, and my Grandpa
    We accumulate that history in our genes
    And are left to work it out
    There are tools for that kind of thing
    (Meditation, sweat lodges, art, nature, and grace perhaps)

    I miss Mom a lot
    I never knew who Grandpa was except for that story
    and the photos
    I’m close to 40 now
    And there’s so much beauty, even in these trying times
    It’s an indescribable mystery this being here and seeing it all
    Who needs words when the full moon rises
    Who made these thoughts? And this breath?

    Steve – Thanks for sparking that tangent..
    I forget where I came from sometimes

    Peace,

    Brian

  27. avatar
    calling down baal and zeus | 16 September 2006 at 5:57 am #

    lovely brunch today with erskine and consuela…

    fine people ..salt of the earth…

    no hambughahs and no spinach ,..no..

    we dont drink all that much so it was a dry lunch,…

    we spoke briefly about the blog n were convinced that yer alot (alot) older thanter lettin on …

  28. avatar
    Anonymous | 16 September 2006 at 6:11 am #

    Anxious to try out your formula for space rock! I have a suggestion for other neophytes:
    Leave a trail of infinitely repeating delay so you can find your way back should you get lost in vast clouds of reverb.

    sonicdreams & sinewaves
    c escherbach canada

  29. avatar
    CAPTAIN BEYOND | 16 September 2006 at 6:32 am #

    oops, looks like me am a space germ
    here in me dark room…
    mjnjr

    ps. where is me violet town???

  30. avatar
    davem | 16 September 2006 at 7:40 am #

    Happy rehearsals SK.
    Wish I could be there but I’m stuck in one of those “grey english buildings”.
    Don’t think you’ll be going anywhere at 52 Steve ‘cos you’re only just getting started here. The music’s getting better & better..just compare Blurred C to ULTC. Genius.
    Shame about Violet Town.
    Love you more,

    Dave M

  31. avatar
    The Other One | 16 September 2006 at 9:21 am #

    Dear, you won’t die at 52. Because you don’t want it, you want to live. You’re only improving but you didn’t reach perfection. Isn’t it great?
    I understand your fears but don’t invoke them too much. Your path is your path, it’s not theirs. I’ve heard my father saying his whole life that he wouldn’t get to be 40 and indeed, he died at 39. And how many efforts he made to make it real…(warning: contradiction).
    Anyway, I’d like to write about my astral travelling experiences but I’m very busy. Have to shoot a video this weekend.
    See you on the secret corners of your room.

  32. avatar
    kat | 16 September 2006 at 9:34 am #

    a chord here 😉

  33. avatar
    Anonymous | 16 September 2006 at 10:49 am #

    oooh rehearsals!! I’m so excited, it’s getting closer and closer to that date, and like I said before, I can’t sleep thinking about it! And now I just found out you’ll be on tv Live at the Basement in a couple of weeks, it’s all too much!! I can’t wait to see you. (and hear the Church live of course!)
    And NO, we’re not getting bored with “the other stuff” you’re writing, please keep it coming.

    Love always,
    Amanda

  34. avatar
    sue cee | 16 September 2006 at 10:55 am #

    Pearls, pearls, pearls!

  35. avatar
    Peter Podcast | 16 September 2006 at 11:02 am #

    Hello Space Rockers
    Anyone feel like reviewing this album on Itunes.
    http://phobos.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewAlbum?id=110480247&s=143460
    Cheers

  36. avatar
    Peter Podcast | 16 September 2006 at 11:13 am #

    Peter Podcast said…
    Crikey You might as well have a crack at this one
    too.

    Gilt Trip

    And this too

    Unearthed

    Please excuse the shameless spruiking.

  37. avatar
    Anonymous | 16 September 2006 at 1:31 pm #

    sk,
    worry not, the goji juice is elemental and thus by imbibing it , you become immortal.

    richard and dena

  38. avatar
    DJK082067 | 16 September 2006 at 1:56 pm #

    SK,

    Forget the #. My Dad, when he was alive ( gone almost 20 years now ) used to flip to the obits. in the paper to see if his name was there. It was his way of cheating death he told me. Read it before Death gets the paper. When he passed, I often wondered…out of body…spirit afloat..that all the news stands were empty and thats how he ran out of time. I’ve learned from him that the breath you just inhaled may have been your last and so on and so on. So plug in those instruments w/ your mates…play as loud and clear as you can and enjoy that breath you just inhaled (maybe w/ flavoring???). To this day, I get the newspaper everyday…I smile…and flip to the obits. just to see who left yesterday or the day B4 (and that my name isn’t there).

    Have a great day… and If you have nothing to do for say… 3 months why dont ya rip back thru the states plugged in and see if painted walls in some of those bad venues truly can melt.

    CYA in Space,
    DJK082067

  39. avatar
    secretBeatinMichigan | 16 September 2006 at 2:20 pm #

    “May the gods be praised – Space Rock is returned to us!”

    (sorry SK – pleaze don’ take it personal but I can only handle so much of your personal life – methinks your tryin’ to mock me of my lack – alack, alack)

    The world is a better place with Space Rock – e’en if it is way far away in AussieLand.

    P.S.
    Hope the 52-fears show to be only fears – you gotta lot to live for, Space Rocker, so imbibe that in yer Psyche and Let It Live, dawg!

  40. avatar
    JJ | 16 September 2006 at 2:28 pm #

    Had some music on the headphones, drifed off to sleep – strange dreams; looked for you, not sure where I was. Been feeling an odd detachment all week.

    52 is not so bad. My grandfathers both died at about 60, but my dad’s 76 now. I envy the Oz folks – electric Church, hope all the shows fly off into space.

    JJ

  41. avatar
    dinosaur swamp | 16 September 2006 at 2:43 pm #

    gadgets, eh? SHOW ME THE GADGETS

  42. avatar
    restaurant mark | 16 September 2006 at 2:49 pm #

    hey steve…your father and grandfather would be proud of you. proud of your music, but probably most proud of the good dad it seems that you are. the caring person you are. maybe you’ll double their 52’s and make it to 104! wouldn’t that be a trip? that’s plenty of time left for space rock. have fun playing and letting it go…wish you could teleport to atlanta for an electric show! take care man.
    mark

  43. avatar
    Andromeda7 | 16 September 2006 at 2:54 pm #

    oh no, you don’t get out of this THAT easily

  44. avatar
    Samosanx | 16 September 2006 at 5:03 pm #

    I lay down to sleep/awake last night and saw a fireball…thought it was an explosion on earth until I realised it was actually the sun as we passed it…….on SKA..irways

    the basement sounds appropriately churchy….but hope there are some windows or plants at least….

    tra…xxsmnsx

  45. avatar
    nickfiction | 16 September 2006 at 6:55 pm #

    I can’t really imagine you guys rehearsing in a basement, it’s not really fitting to think of the gods of spacerock rehearsing in somebodys dreadful basement with frilly wallpaper. But after all, you did play here in OHIO @ the beachland ballroom where they have obviously not busted the bank on stage luxuries such as lights etc. Wish I Wish i can hear one of those electirc gigs. But a trip to AUS. is large bucks. your friend , Nick

  46. avatar
    arcturus | 16 September 2006 at 9:49 pm #

    steve,
    i absolutely loved this blog!made me smile a 1000 times!thank you!very personal about your grandfather,i understand though,my father left at age 42,and some days its still hard to take.i like 2 think that love has no boundaries and i know that he’s always somewhere close.space…………ahh…wide open vast places where we frolic in the breeze cast our cares aside and pray for release….in this moment there is only space…later arcturus


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