posted on August 24, 2006 at 12:11 am

well what do you know?
no tell me what you know…
the bluesman
greyday coldfeeling
still travelling but not moving feeling
everything a little outta focus
like someone smudged my world
i gotta lotta things to think about
i started out one thing
i ended up another
26 years ago i was a malchick
demanding the spoils of this world
now im an olde hippy somehow become
a locus which disparate individuals occaisionally frequent
you think you know who i am
the more you think you know me
the less you do
its a new guy here everyday folks
ruefully surveying the wreckage
eyeing up the opportunities
making notes
comparisons
november 22 looms like a maw for ya!
my darling mother told me she read all my u.s. blogs
“first thing everymorningson” joycie says down the phone
sorry bout the swearing mum i guiltily offer
“thats allright son ” she says
“i’ll never change you n you’ll never change me”
tell me then dear mother
why did i not inherit that cool quality of yours
of never getting all nostalgiac or schmaltzy
or emotional or all carried away with yerself
i wish i had your detachment
but maybe growin’ up in the blitz can do that for ya…
ah but my dad, he was a nostalgic cat
he anticipated n felt loss
when the holiday ended
when the evening with his friends would draw to a close..
it was from my dad i got that side
and from my mum i got resilience
and a good english sense of when something
was a load of bloody old nonsense
i was telling joycie today
that more n more
i rely on my dads approach to life
particularly in dealing with strangers
he had a jokey way of putting people at ease
i remember once
in a workshop in fyshwick canberra
i was waitin for my dad to do somethin’ or other
and this bloke there introduces this geezer to my dad
and my dad says oh yeah n you got a pretty wife havent ya?
and this geezer says (weirdly)
yeah n you can fuck her if ya want….
and my dad looks around slightly bemused
and says
no thanks, im not that kinda bloke
now i reckon it was the perfect rejoinder to this
aussie yobbos weird little mindgame
and he delivered it with such timing
n you know
maybe i was the only one in that room who appreciated
my dads wry humour…
but i dunno
thats how im tryin’ to deal with this, dad, if you read my blog out there
and with the kids too, dad
all your olde lines
i love to say em
i love to tell em off the way you told me off
like half a joke
the way that got joycie so mad
when you were sposed to be “chastising that child, les”
anyway
thats my strategy with this fuckin world , dad
play it fer laughs like you did
all that poutin’ n posin’ n carryin’ on
is fer turkeys
this is my real life
n my dad woulda loved to go round
n played his piano in theatres in the u.s.
and he woulda tolda loada gags as well
so ive turned into some kinda english vaudeville
down the enda the pier comic as well
im letting this thing go wherever it wants
i cant be bothered tryin to control it
if its funny so be it
if its tragic ya gonna get both barrels
if its psychedelic hold on to yer carpet
if its real its gonna be hyper real
if its bullshit ya gonna know straight away
im a handsome olde devil may care got nothing to lose
vagabond scruffy hippy trippy namedropper
oh well steve, you just wont believe me today
i aint australian
i aint english neither
im old but im not wise
but im fuckin wise to you sunshine
dont come the raw prawn on this blogg-king
im back in the low 20s on the charte
the tours over n now everything will slump
no no fiends
think of the gallons of drugs im gonna do
the songwriting contests
the solo gigs
the crunches aust electric tour
all the yoga
all the chi gong
all the arcane quotes from yer fave songs
my sublime reinterpretation of hinduism
to justify my hedonistic bohemian carryon
come on nevets pull the other one
they gonna keep coming back
its just dawnin’ on ya isnt it you olde fraud
they like this stuff you write everyday
take it easy olde bean
relax
strike a pose
do a painting
pull whatever the hell that is outta yer toe
AND
FOR GODSAKE
grow up!!!!

82 Responses to “with a sickening jump i fell thru the surface of my life”

  1. avatar
    veleska1970 | 24 August 2006 at 1:21 am #

    isn’t it funny how we end up being just like our parents anyway?

    …..sounds like that toe is going to need some medical attention/intervention…..**groan**

    lotza love….

  2. avatar
    Queen Hatshepsut | 24 August 2006 at 1:24 am #

    Steven – Is it seriously just dawning on ya, that we like this stuff you write everyday?????? ; ) You speak of Nov. 22nd and my heart is sad.

    Sounds like you’re missing your sweet Dad. I know the feeling. To this blog, I know my dad would read it and say, “Steve, just be. Just be.”

    love,
    denise
    xxoo

    p.s. why can’t my mum be like joycie and understand that she’s not gonna change ME at almost 40??? ha!

  3. avatar
    DJK082067 | 24 August 2006 at 1:29 am #

    SK,
    Glad your home safe and sound and over course …being able to sleep in your own bed and enjoy fine cuisine. Thanks for Chicago 08/20 and coming out so late after the show w/ the fog and drizzle and spending some time w/ my wife and new found friends ( Ben n Krystna ) hope you get some rest and much needed solitude. See ya next time. Love “Univited…, an instant classic in my standards.I hope the CD rockets in sales after the incredible U.S. tour!!!!!!!!

    Enjoy life,
    DJK082067

    DJK

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    Renee | 24 August 2006 at 1:31 am #

    November 22 is my wedding anniversary
    3 years

    My dad said 2 bad things happened on that day
    I got married
    and
    John F Kennedy was assasinated (40 years exactly the day I got married)

    Your not gonna make it 3 bad things are ya?

  5. avatar
    MandN | 24 August 2006 at 1:32 am #

    Orpheus get thee to a podiatrist 😉

    sorry I couldn’t get that piece o’ whatever out
    of your foot in Cleveland. M eyesight’s good
    but my aim is off.

    old souls don’t die, they stick around to taunt us
    and remind us of what should be. What could be
    and what may be again.

    xo
    Mary

  6. avatar
    Anonymous | 24 August 2006 at 1:41 am #

    do whatever comes to mind.

    EXCEPT the electric tour, you HAVE to do that!

  7. avatar
    syrinx | 24 August 2006 at 1:42 am #

    Okay, so I broke down and bookmarked an Aussie slang dictionary to translate “raw prawn.” I’m sure it will get lots more use.

  8. avatar
    mike a | 24 August 2006 at 1:48 am #

    Your dad must have had a profound influence on your life – he sounds like a great guy!!

  9. avatar
    syrinx | 24 August 2006 at 1:49 am #

    My sister, the one who had the children in this family, loves that you call your kids “the twillies,” “the doodles,” and “bumper.” She has two girls, 3 and 1.

  10. avatar
    Anonymous | 24 August 2006 at 1:54 am #

    the greatest gift a father can give to a son, is the joy of fatherhood.

    and this gift is yours…

  11. avatar
    Anonymous | 24 August 2006 at 2:17 am #

    My wife and I made the journey in from the heartland of America to Park West, She Cah Go, to see you at your showbiz apex. Effusive, speaking with your hands, detuning your bass with your rock high kicks and defusing slur bound lovelorn fans in inimitable fashion: “But would you still love me if I told you to give up smoking, become a vegan and worship ____?_______ the fucking elephant God?” Failed to note the specific pachyderm deity, but I think that was the jist. Safe to say there’s a line that’s never been uttered from that stage before.

    Thank you for the music and for the years of creative integrity. As I said to the fellow admirer sitting next to me, the Church is the rarest of bands. 25 years on you just keep growing and getting better. There is nothing to compare. Blooming like a flower through a series of screens, indeed.

    Glad you are back among your loved ones, safe and sound (but do see a doctor about that toe friend).

    Michael K.

  12. avatar
    razor edalb | 24 August 2006 at 2:21 am #

    “play it fer laughs like you did”

    That’s pretty much how I try to live. It doesn’t always work. Some things simply can’t be laughed away, but on the other hand, taking oneself and everything too seriously can really mess with ones head.

    I try to keep the Tao Te Ching in mind and ask myself, “What would Lao Tzu say?” (He’d probably do nothing.) A man of action is often only an impatient person and their actions have a 50/50 (or less) chance of working out the way they wanted.

  13. avatar
    Tony Pucci | 24 August 2006 at 2:44 am #

    steve
    very seriously curious
    do you think you had more fans
    –on average–
    offering you jazz
    before this last tour
    i.e. pre-blog
    or do you think the freebies
    hit new heights since you were
    “advertising for jazz”
    on your blog this time around?
    peace
    pucci

  14. avatar
    General Catz | 24 August 2006 at 2:47 am #

    For godsake, don’t grow up.

    Why would you want to do such a foolish thing?

    love,
    staci grove

  15. avatar
    SherrySings | 24 August 2006 at 2:59 am #

    Got some bad news yesterday about me mum, I think I took it worse than she did, felt like I was sucker punched in the stomach… emphesema ain’t no joke! and today I go to work and this afternoon I read “all come to look for america” and on the way home, I realize I feel happy! Yes, we definitely DO like this stuff you write everyday.

    “play it for laughs”… why the hell not? we each make our own choices in this world, not my job to choose for me mum, not my crime, not my fault, not mine to carry… “i’ll never change you n you’ll never change me” Now, THAT’S a worthy gift no matter which way it goes.

  16. avatar
    wizza109 | 24 August 2006 at 3:25 am #

    There was an old hippy named Steve
    Who would put his whole life on his sleeve
    When the going got tough
    He said “that’s enough!”
    And gave his blog a mighty heave

    But now he’s become a blog star
    And November 22 isn’t far
    So what would be great
    Is that after that date
    He posted weekly updates from afar

  17. avatar
    leelinau | 24 August 2006 at 3:44 am #

    lol, you are a trip

    carry on!

  18. avatar
    Anonymous | 24 August 2006 at 3:46 am #

    sk,
    you’ll always be at least #13 in my book

    richard

  19. avatar
    stealthblue | 24 August 2006 at 3:52 am #

    Well, whatever you do, don’t grow-up too much! That’d be no fun. All we can really do is “play it up fer laughs” I suppose…these lives of ours. Funny how some things can be so over-whelming, and othertimes those same instances can be like nothing at all. “A locus which disparate individuals occaisionally frequent”…yes indeed, and I personally am thankful to know you exist, even in this context. Actually, especially in this context and format…hell, Steve, you wanna talk about an addiction!?

    I know it’s only a few minutes a day that it takes to read and comment on your blog, and granted it probably takes you a bit more time to actually write it, but how wonderful it is. I mean what a staple it has become…so much I have learned from you and am continuing to. It is good to know that you (whoever you are at that moment-as WE ALL change and variate) are actually pretty accessible to us as fans and friends. You are right, we don’t REALLY “know” you, as it sounds like you don’t even know yourself all of the time…but who REALLY does, all the time I mean? But that is why I personally feel like I can relate to you as: a human being, an artist, a band mate, an opinionist, a comedian, a whiner, a chum, a pilgrim, somebody’s “night and day” (ie: husband, wife, father, mother, child, friend, lover, sage; what have you…)you get the idea, which is why this relationship…this symbiotic existence is so unique and cherished. Truely, you don’t need us to read everything you write, I mean you could just keep it all to yourself and not share with…the world, but it would not be the same would it. We would do fine in our daily lives as well if we didn’t have The Church or SK, but now, especially after “knowing” you and having all those years established in our hearts and minds this incredible life force, this amazing, truly inimitable band that I have followed since 1986, and have seen on the road several times, even actually meeting you in person…it’s gonna be a pretty BIG FOOKIN’ void to fill in this disciple’s life when the blogge’s all gone. I mean that. I know you gotta do what you gotta do, but when this glorious blog lays down and ceases to exist, we’re simply gonna miss it…if it isn’t obvious enough. Whoever you are, Steven Kilbey, or whover you think you are, or whoever you think we are, or whoever you think we think you think we think you are, ha-ha;)I am pretty sure that we are all gonna love you just the same. I know there is still some time until this “D-Day” hits, but it appears to be quite the poignant topic lately.

    So, Kilbo, live your wonderful life the best you can and we’ll do the same. That is all we can really do, hopefully with a smile on our face and love in your heart. I am honoured to feel like I “know” in my own little head, and you’ll probably never be able to change that image. I hope you understand how much respect is in these words, how much love and admiration. Hell, even my wife loves you…because I do! Wild. Well, however you morph, you’re always gonna be something/someone special to so many wonderful people. If you wanna keep writing the blog, beautiful, if not I understand. Just know how much it is appreciated. Thank you, once again Steve, for everything you do…all your words and beautiful music, all the inspiration and lessons. NOW, go get that freaky toe looked at before it goes septic and you have some real health complications, seriously, get those docs to make sure there is NO glass (or whatever it was) left in it. Sorry this became a long comment, but I just wanted to “voice” this. All the best to you and the clan, you old hippie you!
    Your brutha frum unutha mutha,
    Ben V.

  20. avatar
    stealthblue | 24 August 2006 at 3:54 am #

    Hey Wizza109,
    That was GREAT!! Not a bad thought, eh?

  21. avatar
    homer | 24 August 2006 at 3:57 am #

    Hi SK
    I hear no perth show again!!
    If it is financial, charges us a bit more but please try and make the trip over.
    ForgetYourself tour was many moon ago.
    HS

  22. avatar
    KimC. | 24 August 2006 at 4:02 am #

    Thank you. That’s all i need to say. Every time I see you and hear you, I am put into another plane where my mind is just at peace.

  23. avatar
    Richard | 24 August 2006 at 4:02 am #

    and if you’re going to Perth you may as well head home via Darwin

  24. avatar
    On The Edge of Time | 24 August 2006 at 4:19 am #

    Amazin
    how I relate to your humor, your dark olde humor; you from down under & me from down south. The hotter than hell down south.
    You know, you just been there. And the doodles?
    just wait until they pack up and are off to college, or wherever…
    That’s when the real darkness
    sets in.
    I’m seein’ it for real again,
    just like when their mum packed up and left em here with me (such a beautiful lie).
    You keep writin’, I’ll keep readin’.
    Might not always comment, but I’ll keep comin’ back for more of your point of view,
    cause I relate; somehow I relate. Was mighty impressed with the Indy show. There again I felt that I got an understanding for the tour, what drivin’ 8 hours to get to Indy and another 8 hours the next day gettin’ back. Took a while for reality and all it’s darkness to set back in.
    Ever noticed how much Rob sings like Peter Gabriel?

  25. avatar
    Krissythegroupie | 24 August 2006 at 4:35 am #

    I’m like my dad more than my mom. He tells bad jokes (not soooo dry) like,
    Me: “Weeell…”
    My dad,” That’s a deep subject.”

    An 80s song I know from a certain, ahem, band of Bunnies goes, “once I like crying, twice I like laughter.” Sounds about right eh.

  26. avatar
    Anonymous | 24 August 2006 at 4:38 am #

    dear sk

    love this

    “if its funny so be it
    if its tragic ya gonna get both barrels
    if its psychedelic hold on to yer carpet
    if its real its gonna be hyper real
    if its bullshit ya gonna know straight away …”

    followed by

    “… relax
    strike a pose
    do a painting
    pull whatever the hell that is outta yer toe”

    you’re too funny
    sk
    you make
    me laugh

    for these
    quotations
    and countless
    others sk
    please put
    me down
    for a
    preorder on
    the publication of
    your blogg 😉

    so …
    tomorrow
    my 2 daughters
    have their
    first day
    back at school
    one fifth grader
    one third grader
    exactly
    when did
    that happen?
    they’re amazing
    and so
    grown up
    and
    beautiful

    so happy
    end of summer
    sk and everyone
    it’s been
    a beautiful
    one

    love
    diane
    xo

    ps
    i
    love
    this
    blog

  27. avatar
    Anonymous | 24 August 2006 at 4:39 am #

    @ stealthblue

    I got halfway through your post, and I died of acute boredom.

  28. avatar
    Anonymous | 24 August 2006 at 4:54 am #

    Dear Steve, you were greatly missed in the Pacific Northwest, (Portland, Seattle, Vancouver) please remember us next time!
    The blog entries are my daily sustenance! (I also eat)
    Love always
    C.E.

  29. avatar
    leelinau | 24 August 2006 at 5:17 am #

    re: Pucci’s comment….I’ve been a fan since 1988. 😀

    Found this blog through Sk’s myspace.

  30. avatar
    stealthblue | 24 August 2006 at 5:22 am #

    Anon 2:39,
    Ah well, can’t please em all. That’s one less idgit to deal with. Peace, Buckaroo…

  31. avatar
    Cameras 4 Eyes | 24 August 2006 at 5:42 am #

    How do we grow up, oh lord?

  32. avatar
    Anonymous | 24 August 2006 at 6:13 am #

    “thats allright son ” she says
    “i’ll never change you n you’ll never change me”

    most people don’t change

    not really

    that’s one of the constants in this life on which most of us
    rely

    how hard it is to *really* change

    ever tried to stop smoking, drinking, eating crap, gambling…

    we’re all addicted to something

    ever tried to break an unhealthy emotional dependency

    that’s one of the toughest

    you go right to the edge of liberation,
    stick your bleeding toe in

    then run back to
    the familiar

    and sink into tolerance
    of the intolerable

    real change
    is painful and difficult

    it requires
    challenging
    long held beliefs/assumptions

    it requires challenging your own views of
    who you think you are….

    who do you think you are?

    real change is so powerful,
    if you do accomplish it,
    you may not even recognise yourself
    the way you were

    your values change
    your perceptions change
    your priorities change
    your world changes

    but what is the point to all this change?

    why change?

    once you feel the fire of dissatisfaction burning within you
    the desire for change
    will *demand* your attention,
    your awareness

    it’s then up to you to choose
    whether to face it
    or
    sedate it

    but what will I change into?

    the change that comes about from
    the challenging of one’s
    addictions is a transformation to
    a place of peace, calmness,
    strength and stability.

    you no longer rely on sustenance
    from the external world…
    you *become* a channel of real
    strength

    universal strength

    you may appear the same on the outside…

    singing, dancing, writing, creating…

    but, on the inside…

    you respond to the world differently…

    less quick to anger
    more peaceful and resilient
    more willing and able to challenge
    abuse….physical, emotional, verbal

    and/or to walk away if needed

    even to solitude

    you become kind and gentle
    you are happy in your
    anonymity
    or
    fame

    and your world
    literally
    “lightens up”

    I’m reminded of a quote I read somehwere…..

    “you were born without your addictions
    it is your life given right
    to reclaim that state of
    inner freedom”

    that, to me, is what
    real “enlightenment” is all about

    inner freedom

    borne
    of
    change

  33. avatar
    Jesuskrishna | 24 August 2006 at 6:35 am #

    “my sublime reinterpretation of hinduism
    to justify my hedonistic bohemian carryon”

    Tee Hee!
    Sounds familiar….
    GREAT Show in ‘frisco Steve
    You were fantastic musically and
    the wit was magical that night.
    Thanks for such a stunning display.
    You were right about the Harp….
    %^)
    M

  34. avatar
    fergal | 24 August 2006 at 6:42 am #

    nice to hear u r safely & happily back here in australia sk.
    and i enjoy the little les-like quips between those brilliant songs …
    ~

  35. avatar
    Anonymous | 24 August 2006 at 7:13 am #

    stealth blue,

    you seem like a nice man….but umm…you got to get a life.

    This ain’t the real world
    This is just fantasy

    Take care my effusive friend.

  36. avatar
    kat | 24 August 2006 at 8:32 am #

    steve… its overflow 😉

    according to me

    kld

  37. avatar
    damien | 24 August 2006 at 9:42 am #

    Just bring The Chrunch back to Perth please.

    That is all.

  38. avatar
    ben | 24 August 2006 at 10:35 am #

    i hear ya man. i disgust myself sometimes assuming people are interested and caught up with the same nonsense as me…but not really. the women that i need around ta balance me are best cut n dry…but i cant help but feel sorry for em. listening to all my ways of looking at things.. good thing however is like your ol man i put people at ease naturally because people are able to put their guard down once they know mines down. and it seems smooth but i need friends. i dig nostalia. sometimes get over emotional. but iv been lucky. like your father i was taught that now natural trait..cool blog loaded with undeniable truth

  39. avatar
    Anonymous | 24 August 2006 at 11:51 am #

    What else do we have to say to convince you that YES we DO love what you write. We read it, we giggle, we weep, we sigh, we curse, we read it again, we wonder “is this the real sk today?”, we just want you to stay…..don’t leave in November!

    Love you always,
    Amanda P

  40. avatar
    Anonymous | 24 August 2006 at 12:58 pm #

    got my ‘Saraswati w/Fender Bass’ print today – thanks for the signing. my wife wanted to know who it was exactly who loved me (haha) so i showed her a youTube video of tantalised – ‘oh, some bloke from an 80’s indie band then’ she summarised. said print is lovely and will hang in my office v. soon. at least while i waste my life toiling away at sucking corporate cock i will have a reminder of ye olde hippee to look at. kind regards pip

  41. avatar
    davem | 24 August 2006 at 1:01 pm #

    Nov 22 – please don’t pull the plug SK.
    I’m enjoying the bath too much.
    love you more,

    Dave M

  42. avatar
    sue cee | 24 August 2006 at 1:15 pm #

    yes, dont pull the plug sk
    or we’ll be left cold and naked! 🙂

    nice to see you’re safely home here in oz with your family, and enjoy the break ‘cos before you know it, back on the road again R.O.C.K.in’ in the US of Australia

    x

  43. avatar
    Anonymous | 24 August 2006 at 1:21 pm #

    A true sign of maturity

    Is realising

    That you’re never

    Going to

    Grow up.

    shuffler

  44. avatar
    aperus | 24 August 2006 at 1:56 pm #

    The Elephant (god) in The Room

    Allow me to be the message board’s lightning rod of hate for a moment… I’m wondering why no one’s talking about the elephant in the room here. Am I the only one who thinks Steve’s got a problem with drug use? I mean I keep thinking about Spinal Tap and how this is one of rock’n’roll’s biggest cliches. Don’t get me wrong – I love Steve, the Church, and their oh so beautiful music but I’m worried, I’m concerned. How long would we like to have Steve around? Or, maybe this is all selfish and I’d like Steve around as long as possible. And, maybe I’m on my high horse and should quit judging people. Yeah, ego likes to think that it knows best and its right.

    There’s so many hints of spiritual searching in Steve’s lyrics and in this blog, but the drug use is a red flag that the core of the teaching, the real message ain’t getting through. How many times do the drugs serve as an escape from reality, boredom, pain? Can you truly be present with all that is? With the beauty AND the dust? With friends? The kids? If not, why not? What’s stopping you?

    We choose to distract ourselves. We choose to disengage. Our mental state and emotions are our responsiblity now. What are we going to do with it now that we’re out of the house taking care of ourselves? I mean, I’m not a total prude – recreation and fun is one thing, but trying to remain one step ahead of pain is another. Drifting through life in a fog might be lacking something. I’d say to anyone reading this right now – do you know yourself? If not, how are you going to learn about yourself? By avoiding who you are and not dealing with “the sack full of ashes you’ve been carrying”? If you’re afraid to see you’re pain, why? If you’re trying to escape, does it serve you? Is escape a realistic long term plan?

    There are many ways to cope… For me, after my Mom’s suicide and a difficult divorce, I got into meditation, then into Buddhism. Studied that stuff for years. I’ve sat (meditation) in groups for ten years now. It’s helped straighten some things out. It taught me how to work with my mind, feelings, life. I’m here now, better able to live with what is. But there are lots of ways. Insert your choice here. Maybe it’s time to join a meditation group, check out Buddhism, Hinduism, Sufism, Christian Mysticism, Native American, Aboriginal teachings, or western psychology if you prefer – or whatever your pursuasion is and see if there’s anything there that might apply. I don’t know much, but this I do know – escaping all this is not the way to transcendance or being with all that is.

    I don’t know… I don’t really want to applaud Steve getting waisted on a regular basis. He’s a human being like the rest of us and what I see is a lot of suffering. I’d love to have a smoke with him – but I think I’d also enjoy meditating with him and taking a walk in the woods or along the shore and being amazed that we’re on a giant ball hurtling around a burning star.

  45. avatar
    JJ | 24 August 2006 at 2:39 pm #

    Nah, don’t grow up….I’ve spent my whole adult life avoiding it. It’s boring as hell. I know how to play grownup; gets me my daily bread being a whore for the corporate paycheck. But I’m always myself inside – they’ll never change me, they don’t even know me.

    A fellow nastalgia-carrying, over-emotional vagabondhippie looking for release and redemption…the stuff I think about is in your songs, your scribblings, your blogge. No, I don’t know you. But I hear you with a sense of recognition.

    JJ

  46. avatar
    John Garratt | 24 August 2006 at 2:51 pm #

    Darn this black background blog.

    Whenever I read it, then go back to my “work”, I feel like I’ve been staring at a light bulb.

    SK, must you make it so addictive?

    John

  47. avatar
    Anonymous | 24 August 2006 at 3:12 pm #

    Our ambition should be to rule ourselves, the true kingdom for each one of us; and true progress is to know more, and be more, and to do more.
    Oscar Wilde

    not
    the
    mod

  48. avatar
    dean9000 | 24 August 2006 at 3:24 pm #

    Don’t stop now

    we are sopping it up like biscuits in gravy

    As they like to say all things in moderation(with the occasional overindulgence)

    BTW how is Aurora?

    take care my friend down under…..

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    Anonymous | 24 August 2006 at 4:02 pm #

    You have us enraptured, now what will you do?

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    Anonymous | 24 August 2006 at 4:08 pm #

    What???

    Quitting the blog on November 22?

    wtf?

    sonofa

    O.o

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    Centuryhouse | 24 August 2006 at 4:13 pm #

    “All I know is that once they bring the curtain down, then it’s another town
    The fever hits the crowd – what do they really know? “

    A little song lyric that seemed appropriate…

    It’s funny how our parents make more sense and mean more to us as life goes on. It’s like there’s a point where you appreciate and understand them in a different way.

    Anyway, good luck with the Australian shows, and I hope you enjoy being back with the family.

    Daniel W.

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    stealthblue | 24 August 2006 at 4:14 pm #

    Anon,
    Spoken like a true friend. You are absolutely 100% correct, it’s just that heart on the sleeve thing in me…get that from mom I guess! I am somewhat effusive. I hear what you are saying and it my own anathema, but what a life it is, what a life it seems. Wow, so I have come across as sublimely sycophantic! Excuse me. Really, I am larger than that. You have to realize something about me though, I enjoy reaching out a bit. It gives me reason to believe that I could better myself and help out others if they need it, if I am able to help. I am not perfect, far from it actually…learning everyday. I do exist in the real world right there with you, guess you wouldn’t have an idea as to what my life is really like anyway. How could you? No body really knows eachother here, but what’s the harm in trying to connect with something on different planes, yet so familiar? I mean no harm and wish no battle. May we coexist as friends…
    Cheers,
    BV

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    shawn_el | 24 August 2006 at 4:41 pm #

    Dear SK – I promise to continue to keep reading yon goode bloggy every day even though US tour is over.

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    Anonymous | 24 August 2006 at 5:41 pm #

    The light of life leaves us the shadows
    the strumming, the virtual chant of his humming
    the metallic earth entwine of sonorous lava
    the light of my eyes sees the shadow of words and barrels of drugs
    the alchemist remixes the symbols
    hee ho… Ganesh the playful one
    its all gone but it keeps coming back
    I remember that i am the consciousness of………………….
    I feel all but I still seek comfort in this shell
    more and more
    the consciousness of light beckons to me…
    the grandiosity of the chitta ahhhhhhhhh..
    all is refraction, this dance, this worry, this attachment..
    I almost thought to be autistic..
    the instrument of vision is limped by the channels of light
    to see the purity of visions
    to be able see the telepathic visions that I try to emit
    is it so hard to manifest in a tree, a bowl of soup
    on the cover of the magazine, in a song, in all songs..
    is it so hard…?
    floating out beyond the future I see
    thyself with no expression
    no one understood
    while overstanding that I never wanted to be a slave
    to religions, to words, to personality, to experience
    to life and its grand Maya…irresistable bitch
    I keep undressing yu and I have to smile
    cause its so easy to undo ur robes
    but so hard to leave yu
    I dont know who I am to be..
    I sacrificed normality, banal ego complacency
    and empty material…
    Singing and dancing is all Ive ever really wanted to do.
    but I will be a son to yu o lord
    i will shine even though ignorance muddles my shoes
    I love you o lord
    we can only interpret enuff to percieve
    I dont care what they say
    I dont care about anything else but being with you
    thanks smoky r.

    I love yu lord
    read Vivekananda y’all
    its intoxication at its finest
    high on this freekwency
    life makes yu smile and cry for that moment
    and for the right things
    the whispers of the trees that speak of life
    and hum along with us..
    OM………………………….
    on cloudy days I am with yu…
    jaime r…

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    leelinau | 24 August 2006 at 6:15 pm #

    Oh yea, about that version of Reptile ….you should release it, really…

    It’s still stuck in my mind!

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    Gareth,Notts | 24 August 2006 at 6:16 pm #

    november the bloody 22nd,first the brilliant Michael Hutchence was taken from us,and now SK’s awesome blog!hmmmm,but are you as addicted to your blog as we are SK!Only time will tell.P.S.goin to Estonia for long weekend,gotta find an internet cafe a.s.a.p.!!!!!!!!!!!

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    Queen Hatshepsut | 24 August 2006 at 7:37 pm #

    Steve, et al (Steven, I owe you for hijacking yer blogge so much)

    I guess only a few people read my story about Rob D. in Chicago. The point of that story was how easy it is to be kind to each other. I think you would agree Steve, no? We are all here for such a brief time. Life is so short, so fragile. Call me crazy, but I’ve started to think of us as a little ‘blog family’ here – and while we all have a right to our own opinions, thoughts, etc. I believe even SK has asked that we be kind to each other. Why use energy to make a negative comment when it’s just as easy to ignore comments you’re not interested in, or make a kind one instead? I’ll probably get kicked in the arse for this somehow, but I’m doing it anyway.
    Respect, Peace and Friendship to all,
    Denise
    xxoo

    P.S. Shocking, sad news. Pluto is no longer considered a planet. I’m devastated. Honestly! Next they’re going to tell us there’s no man on the moon! ; )

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    veleska1970 | 24 August 2006 at 7:48 pm #

    amen, denise!!! thank you for stepping up to the plate on this one…..i say if you’re not interested in a comment, scroll down to one you are interested in. (or better yet, just don’t read the comments!!)

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    John Garratt | 24 August 2006 at 7:58 pm #

    Can you really feel your father reading your blog?

    My father is just gone. No spirit, no presence, no nothing. He’s just gone. I can’t feel him anywhere. In no lifetime will he get to read or hear my stuff.

    I envy the SK outlook where he can latch onto something left behind for him.

    John

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    Renee | 24 August 2006 at 8:58 pm #

    “november 22 looms like a maw for ya!” (you say that with such enthusiasm)

    Do you delight in our distress?
    Our distress in knowing you could ‘pull the plug’ here shortly

    And then what?

    I imagine we’ll go on with our lives,
    as we did before ‘the blog’
    and you’ll go on with yours
    and everything will be……..nice
    (you’ve already expressed how much you just luuuv nice!)

    who will you tell about your~ swims, chi gong, yoga, jazz cigarettes, painting, the doodles, gigs, interviews, your toes, your mum, your dad, hinduism, bondi, melancholia, your muse, the list goes on and on and on!

    and who will listen to you complain about~
    shitty music, eating meat, george w, bad politics, poverty, the war, america, loud talkers, etc.
    need I say more?

    We’ll always lend an ear, or let ya cry on our shoulders, we don’t mind!

    are you still just doin this so you can publish a book and make a few bucks? or has this become something more for you?
    I don’t expect that you’ll answer, but I’m throwin it out there anyways!

  61. avatar
    davem | 24 August 2006 at 9:46 pm #

    Denise,
    Hi Sis!!! 🙂

    Davem
    xxxxx

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    last life on earth | 24 August 2006 at 10:11 pm #

    man you gotta study up on Jin, Genii and all the false prophets of Hinduism.
    And beware of it (them), will keep spittin you out! Keeps you walking but never shout it! You become your beliefs, if you want to keep coming back to this dawning hell, keep chiming the Jin!

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    Anonymous | 24 August 2006 at 10:14 pm #

    We’ll need to start an I survived The Time Being Blog, blog!
    What say you???

    Cecilia

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    Letango | 24 August 2006 at 10:21 pm #

    To John Garrat:

    You have my sympathy.
    Not that you asked
    or need it.

    I also extend my compassion.

    re. father

    Sincerely…

    You never know, there may come a time when you too can latch, as you say, onto something left. But perhaps for you it won’t be behind you but before you.

    😉

    Who knows what we have before us, that which is yet to come, with certainty? If anyone on here does, contact me immediately! 🙂

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    MATTDAVISON | 24 August 2006 at 10:57 pm #

    WE WELCOME YOU…………………………….

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    MATTDAVISON | 24 August 2006 at 10:57 pm #

    WE WELCOME YOU…………………………….

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    Anonymous | 24 August 2006 at 11:27 pm #

    Thank you sir for the wonderful tour here in the united states. From what i saw of the band, it was so magical to be able to finally see you all in person. And it makes me realize how human you are too, and how you make such great music that stirs the soul, i will never know. My brothers and I look forward to buying another one of your paintings soon. The first one (detail of primavera, 2nd run) is awesome. Its in dallas now… in my brothers apartment. It was a gift to him for christmas one year. I never get tired of looking at it, when im there.
    Love all that you and the band do. I have a great heartfelt appreciation for the music that you all make, and it inspires me with my own musical endeavours.
    If you ever come back to the US, ill be going to see you again.
    May the bands travels always be safe.
    -Allen
    Galveston TX

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    the dean | 24 August 2006 at 11:34 pm #

    I think that when you cease to take yourself seriously you have grown up.
    There was never much difference between English and Australian humour. Unfortunately English humour is becoming a bit smug, the old style was the eccentric and quaint. Aussie humour is getting Americanised, soon we won’t be able to recognise irony at all.
    See you at Enmore.
    dean

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    Anonymous | 24 August 2006 at 11:49 pm #

    I live in the big overseas now. It’s so lovely to touch base with my adolescent hero band. Your blog is like a bowl of warm comforting pumpkin soup it leaves me feeling that no i am not the only one feeling like this. Whatever gets you through the night is alright. Love ya from Amsterdam formely Melbourne. xo

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    ennymouse | 25 August 2006 at 1:18 am #

    There’s so many hints of spiritual searching in Steve’s lyrics and in this blog, but the drug use is a red flag that the core of the teaching, the real message ain’t getting through. How many times do the drugs serve as an escape from reality, boredom, pain? Can you truly be present with all that is? With the beauty AND the dust? With friends? The kids? If not, why not? What’s stopping you?
    > 11:56 PM

    let me guess. you’re trying to re-write jonathan richman’s “i’m straight”.

  71. avatar
    Anonymous | 25 August 2006 at 3:01 am #

    There’s no meaning to any of this….

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    Jeffrey | 25 August 2006 at 3:16 am #

    steve are you ever going to let me do a nice album with you? What’s it gonna take? can’t we just swap tracks from back and forth across the globe for fun and just see what we get? What are you waiting for buddy? gimme a chance to shine and I won’t let you down, even when the world looks black, I still take comfort in the blues…..

    Let me know ok?

    Ok.

    Jeffrey Von Stetten

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    Anonymous | 25 August 2006 at 3:50 am #

    Nevets killer Cruncher,

    was hoping you’de come to Perth but I think I know why not – so see you at the Gov in Adelaide. Will be second crunch concert and first for my girlfriend.

    Can’t wait and would like to meet you and the guys if that’s possible.

    All the best
    Celticat

  74. avatar
    Anonymous | 25 August 2006 at 3:50 am #

    “I’m wondering why no one’s talking about the elephant in the room here.”

    I loved reading your comments my friend.

    You are on a very special path that few have the courage to pursue.

    Keep going!

    Maybe you’ll be one of the few truly strong enough to help lead this world to a better place….step by step, word by word, action by action.

    And to add my own 2 cents worth to your wonderful sentiments….

    Most of we seekers look to the great religions (and their leaders and founders) for truth, for solace, for guidance.

    May I suggest also that there is another way.

    A quieter way.

    With no need for pedestals and buddhas, for crosses and temples.

    Listen to the song of the swallow
    …it’s worth more than most of us realise.

    Sometimes it is the “least” amongst us that can ignite the spark we need to grow into who we really are.

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    Anonymous | 25 August 2006 at 4:44 am #

    What’s this about Enmore?

    Why wasn’t I informed?

    Steve, why didn’t you have your people call my people about it?

    Is it a gig, an exhibition, a love-in of some sort?

    Once I am furnished with the appropriate details I will examine my schedule and see if I can fit you in….it will be tough…I am a VERY BUSY individual…but writers on this blog indicate that it could be a mutually beneficial experience.

    B.Prompt

    B.Bon

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    Letango | 25 August 2006 at 5:33 am #

    Cecilia…
    BTW
    I think your “I survived…” idea is brilliant. How about T-shirts too?

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    The Other One | 25 August 2006 at 5:40 am #

    Oh, Letango, forgive me for being late at an “answer”, I was very very busy. It’s ok, I realise what you meant now, that progeny is a way of watching the spiritual thread in action. You didn’t mean, as I initially thought, that Immortality resides in genes, DNA inheritance as if the “true spirit” was inscribed in a sequence of sons and daughters. Though your saying opened up a door of perception to me, about family’s rescue, something I’ve been rescuing for all my life…it was always and still is so important, such a bridge to my identity, but it was taken from me too early. So I just projected, made a transference. I’m sorry, I don’t have better words than these because I’m feeling each word I type like an abyss. And I won’t jump, oh no, not today.
    I didn’t read the parable of Indra’s Net. If I did, I forgot it. Please tell me about it when you have the time. There must be a meaning in your indication.

    Speaking of meanings (we find in ourselves), my father died at November 22nd. A rainy Tuesday but it felt like Sunday. Introduced to the greatest pain of my existence. My first reaction to tragedy and adversity is taking control of everything around me, especially the absolutely mediocre details of our daily routine and oftens. A way of denying that the course was altered. While others succumb and paralyse, I stand tall and remember to go to the supermarket, hahaha. However, after one or two weeks all the effort washes me away like a Tsunami and I’m left with the “poorer continuation”. Like when I woke up in my parents’ bed and my mother wasn’t there and all around there was that vaccuum, the not-for-so-long silenced records staring at my tired dusty adolescence and asking me “how will you handle us?” That morning I understood he wouldn’t talk to me again and fill the day with purposes/collections, no shared thoughts, no comforting smiles and hands.

    But my father is successfully living through me. All my friends who didn’t have the pleasure to meet him just know him through my sardonic jokes and sensual compulsion for showing songs,videos&varied collections, and telling stories in long meetings in my house which end up at 7am. They all talk about my father with stellar familiarity.

    Just thinking, Letango, that there wasn’t a better time to reply to you than now. There comes the day when we have sufficient material to… say something.

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    calling down baal and zeus | 25 August 2006 at 7:07 am #

    when the november maw hits ,..where will we surface

    are there any serious suggestions…

    shouldnt we carry on to some extent?…

  79. avatar
    Anonymous | 25 August 2006 at 11:53 am #

    i missed out on tool tix because of you i was too busy looking at your blog FUUUUUCKKKK

  80. avatar
    John Garratt | 25 August 2006 at 1:40 pm #

    Thank you, letango. I appreciate it.

    John

  81. avatar
    Anonymous | 25 August 2006 at 3:02 pm #

    yes, Rob does sound like Peter Gabriel

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    Anonymous | 25 August 2006 at 5:19 pm #

    Sugar is a drug, caffeine is a drug, nicotine is a drug… for the guy that wrote about drug use being a red flag… every culture is steeped in drug use. It’s hard to imagine corporate existence with out it. read Terrence McKenna’s “Food of the Gods”.


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