everything a happening at the same time being

a sequence of eventsa vegan cafeeating a vegan foccacio with cain-owe turn up at lovely olde theatre henry fordlovely support act majorie fairdreamy stuff indeedrob d was greatits la maaantheres flesh to presswe soundcheck koppeslessa guy from mj brings vegan cookiesshow is so so i guesstoddy said dry n flatnot too many people there neitheroh wellidunnoimmediately after show we drive to sandy ego3 hours or morei get to bed at 6i up at 11i pack up suitcase n stuffall down to carim reassigned room next door where i wasback up stairscaught in traffic jam 4 lanes of traffic goin nowhere fasteventually we turn up to 91 xsandiegos big stationwe are playing half a dozen tunes to about 20 peopletheyre recordin it and its goin out live ishthe stations got vegan noodles n desserts for usa guy comes up n saysim one of those obsessive fansANDi own a radio stationeverynow n then we meet one of these guysguys who liked us from the beginningwho are now in important positionsand using their clout to get things done for useverythings laid on for usits a great gigwe all have a laughthe owner says easy could be a single if edited ok with mewe leave station drive to belly up tavern where we play tonightsan diego is arid and upmarketthe houses are mostly beautifuland the gig tonite is in a nice part of townim sitting here backstagetyping to youmore reflective stuff latercant think straightlotsa nice gifts from peoplethatsitlonger blogg soonsk

a sequence of events
a vegan cafe
eating a vegan foccacio with cain-o
we turn up at lovely olde theatre henry ford
lovely support act majorie fair
dreamy stuff indeed
rob d was great
its la maaan
theres flesh to press
we soundcheck koppesless
a guy from mj brings vegan cookies
show is so so i guess
toddy said dry n flat
not too many people there neither
oh well
idunno
immediately after show we drive to sandy ego
3 hours or more
i get to bed at 6
i up at 11
i pack up suitcase n stuff
all down to car
im reassigned room next door where i was
back up stairs
caught in traffic jam
4 lanes of traffic goin nowhere fast
eventually we turn up to 91 x
sandiegos big station
we are playing half a dozen tunes to about 20 people
theyre recordin it and its goin out live ish
the stations got vegan noodles n desserts for us
a guy comes up n says
im one of those obsessive fans
AND
i own a radio station
everynow n then
we meet one of these guys
guys who liked us from the beginning
who are now in important positions
and using their clout to get things done for us
everythings laid on for us
its a great gig
we all have a laugh
the owner says easy could be a single if edited
ok with me
we leave station
drive to belly up tavern where we play tonight
san diego is arid and upmarket
the houses are mostly beautiful
and the gig tonite is in a nice part of town
im sitting here backstage
typing to you
more reflective stuff later
cant think straight
lotsa nice gifts from people
thatsit
longer blogg soon
sk

indifferent blogge

i am non-plussedi am feeling neutralneither happy nor sadsobering up to the long hard gruelling tour ahead o methe long long milesthe heat n grimethe short hours of sleepthe 3 am stops in garages buying crisps n juicephone interviews with distant voicesgoing thru the m’oceanshow was sanna barbra, sk?how was yer gig?it was okit was all okok?ok such a lovely phrasea world of meaning in oksaying everything n nothing at the same timesanty bra bra is a lovely townseriously gorgeous in its summery blossoms and village-y atmospherepeople are doing well thereeveryones relaxed(mellow as they would say themselves)anywaythanks to the people who helped outthey know who they arei also forgot to tell ya we gotta harpist playing with us in socalpatti hood who is brilliantyouve always wanted to hear the hchcur with a harphears your chancethanks to deniece for prints n giftspaulie v whos got more footage of us up his sleeve than ya can beleevehours n ours n hourswe gonna try to putta little video on here for y’all (maybe)(if my lappy is up to the gig)the audience was very nicewe played 2 on-coresit was hard to breakthrough…breakthrough to what, nevetswhat are you breaking thru to, olde beansighi dunnowhatever it is/was we didnae do it last nitebut i aint complainingive been up early swimmin’ in the lovely roof poolfountains spitting watercool arbours n shady nooksi did my chi gongmy lungs trying to sort the smog from the chithe prana from the fumessometimes i just going thru motionssometimes i connectbut once youve connected, nevetsonce youve reached that audienceor that satorior that deeep placewell you cant stand it if it aint like thatall the time,everytimeso there ya gosports fanskilbey kicked a few goalshes in ok formmaybe shed a few pounds and dollarsmaybe pace himself more(a guy came on stage with about 15 […]

i am non-plussed
i am feeling neutral
neither happy nor sad
sobering up to the long hard gruelling tour ahead o me
the long long miles
the heat n grime
the short hours of sleep
the 3 am stops in garages buying crisps n juice
phone interviews with distant voices
going thru the m’oceans
how was sanna barbra, sk?
how was yer gig?
it was ok
it was all ok
ok?
ok such a lovely phrase
a world of meaning in ok
saying everything n nothing at the same time
santy bra bra is a lovely town
seriously gorgeous in its summery blossoms and village-y atmosphere
people are doing well there
everyones relaxed
(mellow as they would say themselves)
anyway
thanks to the people who helped out
they know who they are
i also forgot to tell ya we gotta harpist playing with us in socal
patti hood who is brilliant
youve always wanted to hear the hchcur with a harp
hears your chance
thanks to deniece for prints n gifts
paulie v whos got more footage of us up his sleeve than ya can beleeve
hours n ours n hours
we gonna try to putta little video on here for y’all
(maybe)
(if my lappy is up to the gig)
the audience was very nice
we played 2 on-cores
it was hard to breakthrough…
breakthrough to what, nevets
what are you breaking thru to, olde bean
sigh
i dunno
whatever it is/was we didnae do it last nite
but i aint complaining
ive been up early swimmin’ in the lovely roof pool
fountains spitting water
cool arbours n shady nooks
i did my chi gong
my lungs trying to sort the smog from the chi
the prana from the fumes
sometimes i just going thru motions
sometimes i connect
but once youve connected, nevets
once youve reached that audience
or that satori
or that deeep place
well you cant stand it if it aint like that
all the time,everytime
so there ya go
sports fans
kilbey kicked a few goals
hes in ok form
maybe shed a few pounds and dollars
maybe pace himself more
(a guy came on stage with about 15 jagermeistahs lassa nite)
maybe he should train consistently
and try harder
so
la tonite
i gotta feeling she aint gonna take me in her arms
i gotta feeling hollywood aint returning my calls
its ok
gotta let it go
breathe deep nevets
see your california dream fly away…
just like the red balloon from th’other day
let it disappear up in the clouds
who are,
after all
uninvited,
just like you

kilbey
ps peter pogcast
where am i now?
can i bee back in personal?
please
getta me backa onna mah charte
demon

centre barb error

im sitting in my hotel fiendssin the lobbiewatching wiltshire blvde go byein the heart of korea townive a hadda shower n had some refreshmentsits about eleven in the morninglassa nite i retire to cain-os lovely studiofor a nite of jamming n lo-jinksplucking a tele bass slumped back in the the luxurious upholsteryi was in a mood for simple basic thingsi made up songs with cain-oand our drummer mr sleighone horse open etcmr sleigh appeared up to the taskand he drummed artistically on n onbeyond the call of judyready to give a little rhythm to the mostfanciful of our whimscain-o provided tech support n guitarwe had italian before thisi had delicious minestrone n saladi picked up my new favourite drinka vanilla soy chai full o’ shuga says mr sleighbut oh so good so we jam until 2 30 in ye olde morningearlier that day i did my laps in the hotel roof pooltotally emptybeautiful but slightly faded very hollywood settingalmost expect joe dallesandro to appearflesh/trash/heatwowi saw em allthe blowsy chicks lounging round the poolthe detached n distant herothe head jobsthe drugsthe cars n the blvdesthe fractured dialogueyou understoodthat hollywood contains unbearable excitementpluscrushing boredomcoexisting side by sidepeople sitting in doorwayslow riderspeople of every possible combinationweird mixturesragged dirty tramps who would make sydneys worst “derro”seem like fuckin george clooneymodels n acktresses of unbeleavable artificialitymuscley guys with boils on their backs (steroids?)long red busesmirrored n chrome buildings reflecting only each otherporsches…a dime a duzzencelebs…thyre everywhere baybeehey aint that keanu in the limo….?i swam in the empty pool on the empty pool deckthe water was velvetyi swam around under water like a kidmy chest grazing the pool bottomi stared up from the bottom at the cracking sky n billdingsl.a.s weather is gentle, a film setthe never ending traffic the taco jointsthe jewellersthe cell-fone shacksthe sevenelevenscactii […]

im sitting in my hotel fiendss
in the lobbie
watching wiltshire blvde go bye
in the heart of korea town
ive a hadda shower n had some refreshments
its about eleven in the morning
lassa nite i retire to cain-os lovely studio
for a nite of jamming n lo-jinks
plucking a tele bass slumped back in the the luxurious upholstery
i was in a mood for simple basic things
i made up songs with cain-o
and our drummer mr sleigh
one horse open etc
mr sleigh appeared up to the task
and he drummed artistically on n on
beyond the call of judy
ready to give a little rhythm to the most
fanciful of our whims
cain-o provided tech support n guitar
we had italian before this
i had delicious minestrone n salad
i picked up my new favourite drink
a vanilla soy chai
full o’ shuga says mr sleigh
but oh so good
so we jam until 2 30 in ye olde morning
earlier that day i did my laps in the hotel roof pool
totally empty
beautiful but slightly faded very hollywood setting
almost expect joe dallesandro to appear
flesh/trash/heat
wow
i saw em all
the blowsy chicks lounging round the pool
the detached n distant hero
the head jobs
the drugs
the cars n the blvdes
the fractured dialogue
you understood
that hollywood contains unbearable excitement
plus
crushing boredom
coexisting side by side
people sitting in doorways
low riders
people of every possible combination
weird mixtures
ragged dirty tramps who would make sydneys worst “derro”
seem like fuckin george clooney
models n acktresses of unbeleavable artificiality
muscley guys with boils on their backs (steroids?)
long red buses
mirrored n chrome buildings reflecting only each other
porsches…a dime a duzzen
celebs…thyre everywhere baybee
hey aint that keanu in the limo….?
i swam in the empty pool on the empty pool deck
the water was velvety
i swam around under water like a kid
my chest grazing the pool bottom
i stared up from the bottom at the cracking sky n billdings
l.a.s weather is gentle, a film set
the never ending traffic
the taco joints
the jewellers
the cell-fone shacks
the sevenelevens
cactii n palms
glamour n despair
the publicity lady for cooking vinyl says theres lotsa
requests for interviews with me/us
do i make a refreshing change from the monosyllabic grunters
i wonder
why do they wanna talk to me
its funny how our clout in the press
is always much bigger than our actual success justifies

im sitting here listnin’; to stay on obscured by clouds
peter n marty are disckussing whether we gonna have
such n suches when we play live on 91x in sane diego
all around the mostly korean crowd gulp down starbux n tuna sandwiches
people come in n out with suitcases
a flock of korean air pilots n hosties appear
their luggage rolls along obediently like dogs
they are all perfect n unflustered after their last flight
they check in elegantly n without fuss
n quietly disappear to their rooms
peter k reappears clutching a packet of vitamins
the tvs have people working their “abs”
and news footage of some unfortunate bastard somewhere
getting his arse blown off in some missile attack
a red balloon rises across the street
loose from its moorings it ascends into the photosphere
a metaphor for….what…?
today im gonna drive up to santa hanna barbera
im gonna rehearse with the boys
we gonna do a gig
we gonna tighten up the loose bits
we gonna slacken off the tight squeezes
sunlight filters thru the smog
maybe go up to s.b with cain-o in saab?
should wind up n go do yoga
will be back
sk

holly would and the lost angelas

im inlife at lastim freeim here baybeeive made it safelyoh hollywood take me in yer smoggy armsinto your hands i commend my spiritim sitting in a bar in my hotelthe others in the bandeveryone else pretty much korean we just ate a korean restaurantthere was plenny o spiceand some gruesome fisheverything pickled n hot as all f&*%we say wheres dessertand we get these bowls of tepid waterwith bits of burnt rice in itis it sweet we asksweet asks the waitressshe aint heard that word in this restaurant beforesweet?she laughs …..no oooo’it really actually tastes like dishwater with burnt bitso’ricemaybe its a joke we thinklater i divide n work out the billincluding the tipthats your job for this tour says tpjust so you have yr own jobbut……….isnt being minister of esoteric affairs enuff?do they really think i need another job?the devil finding work for kilbeys idol handswell the good news is i got to fly bizness classthe customs men n women did not manhandle me one bittho the lady gave me an interesting lookwhen she punched in my passport number(british empire 666)and realised i was a hippy ratbagwith a visaand i was let bela is flat n warm n hazymy room is ok but i look out at the hollywood signup there in them holly wood hillsin them hollywood nightspeople this is ityeah theres new york its larger paler opposite twinthe two pull america in a ying yang relationshipthe two cities could hardly be more different…..and you think even an olde committed bohemian like mecouldnt find a nice spot somewhere in the canyonto eat freakin’ tofu n do pranayama all dayand pretend that the rest didnae exist?hey la n hollywood if ya listnin’i am your true sontake me intake me backshower me in moneyand a spanish style mansionlisten fiendssi reckon when […]

im in
life at last
im free
im here baybee
ive made it safely
oh hollywood take me in yer smoggy arms
into your hands i commend my spirit
im sitting in a bar in my hotel
the others in the band
everyone else pretty much korean
we just ate a korean restaurant
there was plenny o spice
and some gruesome fish
everything pickled n hot as all f&*%
we say wheres dessert
and we get these bowls of tepid water
with bits of burnt rice in it
is it sweet we ask
sweet asks the waitress
she aint heard that word in this restaurant before
sweet?
she laughs …..no oooo’
it really actually tastes like dishwater with burnt bitso’rice
maybe its a joke we think
later i divide n work out the bill
including the tip
thats your job for this tour says tp
just so you have yr own job
but……….
isnt being minister of esoteric affairs enuff?
do they really think i need another job?
the devil finding work for kilbeys idol hands
well the good news is i got to fly bizness class
the customs men n women did not manhandle me one bit
tho the lady gave me an interesting look
when she punched in my passport number
(british empire 666)
and realised i was a hippy ratbag
with a visa
and i was let be
la is flat n warm n hazy
my room is ok but i look out at the hollywood sign
up there in them holly wood hills
in them hollywood nights
people this is it
yeah theres new york its larger paler opposite twin
the two pull america in a ying yang relationship
the two cities could hardly be more different…..
and
you think even an olde committed bohemian like me
couldnt find a nice spot somewhere in the canyon
to eat freakin’ tofu n do pranayama all day
and pretend that the rest didnae exist?
hey la n hollywood if ya listnin’
i am your true son
take me in
take me back
shower me in money
and a spanish style mansion
listen fiendss
i reckon when you all push me to # 1
on the bloggcharte
i reckon la gonna squeeze me to her ample bosom
and i’m gonna host my own esoteric tv show
a monster hit
the kilbey family will become the thinking mans osbournes
adventures of a stoned turkey in malibu with cute twin kids
who say oracular type things
a cute long suffrin wife
a big fat baby
and occaisional guest starring the twillies
who will bring northern angst and swedish chic
whatta mixture
its gotta bee a hit
how long before my blogg becomes a movie…?
julia roberts is already auditioning for nks part
remember
you read it here first

anyway enough of that
im in the city of the angels
im happening im hip
i got a hotel with a pool n airconditioning
theres a mcdonalds across the street
theres a grande piano in the foyer which plays itself
theres a porter keeps giving me a knowing wink
(dont ask me ….)
theres chandyleers n vases of flowers
everything is yellow or beige or gold
thers tvs playin a video channel that only plays clips from the 80s
marbled coffee tables, leather couches
outside the unlucky ones huddle in doorways
or push their trolleys of plazzy bags
people look at ya twice on the street
my naivete is like sign goin’ off over my head
i could be easy pickings out here
i see a mexican guy in an internet cafe
pulling drugs outta the bandage round his knee
and sorting them out
he looks up and sees me staring at him
while i wait for my avocado sandwich
his eyes quiz mine
am i a cop
or a customer
for a moment a deafening chorus of voices
start screaming in my head
i start getting ready to score
the adrenalin rush
the sick excitement in the pit of the stomach
but
it all lasts a nano sec
then i look away
contact broken
bugger that for a joke
i aint getting back in the ring for another swing
i cant believe i used to go down badde nayborhoods in la
i mean real badde fiends
and cop dope
and sit around and score n get ripped off
and deal with this whole thing
thank god
it no longer has any hold on me
just vestiges of desires hard to extinguish
but dont worry fiendss
i bought my sandwitch and split
the hcrhcu were havin’ a meeting
i tuned in n out
some hilarious vids from ye olde 80s
duran duran
oh lord…
her name is rio blah blah blah
how fuckin’ abysmal
empty nothingness sung sharp painfully
cmon now fiendss
dont tell me ya dug these turkeys
yeah we started a tour with em
in 1982
but it quickly became clear that their gurly gooseball fans
had no place in their shallow hearts for aussie hippies
n unguarded moments
so we bailed
fuck em !!
what a bunch o tossers

funny footnote
everynight they dragged steve harley on to do make me smile…

anyway
why am i reminiscing london 82
when im in the future in la
i gotta machine that remembers 14000 songs
and its twice as small as a casstte walkman
i got tiny little speakers
which sound better
than my monstrous old stereo
this is california
look homeward angel
there is no weather outside
its about 75 degrees no wind
the lights light up the night
BRITE DENTAL
WOORI AMERICA BANK
ASIANA AIRLINES
FAMILY CLUB
CITIBANK
surely names from a william gibson novel…?
but here i am living it
im living a very strange dream
an olde guy looks back outta the mirror
my bass guitar lies in my room
bound n gagged in its case
ive smoked something very nice
(thanks d m)
tomorrow its monday
the other druids are gathering things
like strings n sticks n stuff
before santa barbara on tuesday night
well thats notta bad length blogg from a weary traveler
im gonna read tanglewreck by jeanette winterson
i’ll tell ya what i reckon
wow
la
gee
ok
sk

the day we embarked for cythera

last minute stuffing stuff into eyetunesguess while i got the olde lapptopp turned onmight as well type in a blogg from the frontlinewe are the vanguardwe are at the edge of a fork in the roadthe darkness of barbarism to one sideand the light that my blogg could shine on this earthy earthyes but i need that number one slotand the guy in number one is pulling 33 thousand per periodand im pulling 2 thousand n somethingso fiendss we need some serious recruitingand have ya read what im up against…yes theres a spanking diary with pictures of bottiespre spank, during spank, after spankcomment deleted by authori meani gotta have some good poetry to up against smacked bums, right?and gay naked man in new yorkhow am i gonna snatch this blokes readership?and do i wanna really havem?and the girl with the (gulp) sexual urgeshow can i go up against her famous urges with a diatribe against meat?ive got rants while shes got no pants….!!??anyway theres a couple of foreign language bloggsi gotta just by pass them all togetheror learn slovenien or whatever they are ini bet they dont have much about dope smokin’ or bass in them thoyeah sk , youve got some real burning issues here dontcha?but you know the greatness will only come when im truly # 1check out the dude at #1and tell me fiendsssdo i have a shott?can i knock the king off his thronei think i cani think i cani think i canoh excuse mejust some positive affirmations anyway yesstoday at 13 45 i leave fior the u.s.needless to say i’ll be yr manne on the ground thereleading you thru the hilarious adventureswhen a buncha olde rockers do a big tour of the u.s.see ya there fiendsssk

last minute stuffing stuff into eyetunes
guess while i got the olde lapptopp turned on
might as well type in a blogg from the frontline
we are the vanguard
we are at the edge of a fork in the road
the darkness of barbarism to one side
and the light that my blogg could shine on this earthy earth
yes but i need that number one slot
and the guy in number one is pulling 33 thousand per period
and im pulling 2 thousand n something
so fiendss we need some serious recruiting
and have ya read what im up against…
yes theres a spanking diary with pictures of botties
pre spank, during spank, after spank
comment deleted by author
i mean
i gotta have some good poetry to up against smacked bums, right?
and gay naked man in new york
how am i gonna snatch this blokes readership?
and do i wanna really havem?
and the girl with the (gulp) sexual urges
how can i go up against her famous urges with a diatribe against meat?
ive got rants while shes got no pants….!!??
anyway theres a couple of foreign language bloggs
i gotta just by pass them all together
or learn slovenien or whatever they are in
i bet they dont have much about dope smokin’ or bass in them tho
yeah sk , youve got some real burning issues here dontcha?
but you know the greatness will only come when im truly # 1
check out the dude at #1
and tell me fiendsss
do i have a shott?
can i knock the king off his throne
i think i can
i think i can
i think i can
oh excuse me
just some positive affirmations

anyway yess
today at 13 45 i leave fior the u.s.
needless to say i’ll be yr manne on the ground there
leading you thru the hilarious adventures
when a buncha olde rockers do a big tour of the u.s.
see ya there fiendss
sk

twenty five or sicks too flaw

the sly grey morning releasingtiny droplets of cold rain butthe wind is warmits 7.47which reminds me im gonna be flyin’ to america sundayoh dear……..if you look at the total bottom of these black pagesyou ‘ll see a site meter and a position on a chartgiving me around the 24 mark for personal blogsIN THE WORLD!!!!yes im up against em all and im 24 baybeeof course i owe it all to youyouve clicked thru my etheric turnstilewhere mangy panthers eat looking grass pieand you guys have made mee 24im back on the fucking charts baybeeyou gotta love iti am a blogg star of the early 21st centuryTHIS AINT JIVE!!!check out my meter fiendssee my position see me whizzing up that bloggladderon this whole everlovin’ planetthere are only 23 druids and chicaswho are pulling more fiendss to their bloggsthats dope, my fruitsandits fruit, my dopesits angelfruitlemme couch it in these turmsi am the 24th most popular bloggeron earthright nowin this presentfragile as it isbutall things being equalif yall can stay put on my bloggif i dish the rants by their pantsif i can give ya nostalgia without the neuralgiaif i am yer war correspondent on my u.s. trekwho else is out there charting these rogered watersthe icy water undergroundfiendss if you stay right here on this kil-channelim gonna take ya round americaand this cub reporter dont pull no punchesim gonna give ya the lowdownand the highupim gonna look at this place and its inhabitantsthru the eleven year old canberra boys eyesand im gonna saywow……im gonna take ya deep into strange partsand we’re gonna take on the locals with bondi logicpk will ask if the cream contains milkmwp will ask if theres anything red in ittp will ask if the music shops still opensk will ask have any of you seen that guy […]

the sly grey morning releasing
tiny droplets of cold rain but
the wind is warm
its 7.47
which reminds me im gonna be flyin’ to america
sunday
oh dear……..
if you look at the total bottom of these black pages
you ‘ll see a site meter and a position on a chart
giving me around the 24 mark for personal blogs
IN THE WORLD!!!!
yes im up against em all and im 24 baybee
of course i owe it all to you
youve clicked thru my etheric turnstile
where mangy panthers eat looking grass pie
and you guys have made mee 24
im back on the fucking charts baybee
you gotta love it
i am a blogg star of the early 21st century
THIS AINT JIVE!!!
check out my meter fiends
see my position
see me whizzing up that bloggladder
on this whole everlovin’ planet
there are only 23 druids and chicas
who are pulling more fiendss to their bloggs
thats dope, my fruits
and
its fruit, my dopes
its angelfruit
lemme couch it in these turms
i am the 24th most popular blogger
on earth
right now
in this present
fragile as it is
but
all things being equal
if yall can stay put on my blogg
if i dish the rants by their pants
if i can give ya nostalgia without the neuralgia
if i am yer war correspondent on my u.s. trek
who else is out there charting these rogered waters
the icy water underground
fiendss if you stay right here on this kil-channel
im gonna take ya round america
and this cub reporter dont pull no punches
im gonna give ya the lowdown
and the highup
im gonna look at this place and its inhabitants
thru the eleven year old canberra boys eyes
and im gonna say
wow……
im gonna take ya deep into strange parts
and we’re gonna take on the locals with bondi logic
pk will ask if the cream contains milk
mwp will ask if theres anything red in it
tp will ask if the music shops still open
sk will ask have any of you seen that guy with the dreadlocks….
pk will say we shoulda turned left at albuquerque
mwp will say lets stop for a sit down
tp will say just another 500 miles
sk will say did you guys know i was 24 on the blogg charts
the sky here is light grey with drifting darker clouds over it
the palms thrash in the wind
wriggle and shake
doing the tree
a new dance i just invented
the tree

now people
im so pleased with the high standard of comments here
theres statistics about how fast the “straights” are chopping down the forests
(and dont tell me it aint the “straights” cos it sure aint us hippies)
theres some nice anecdotes
theres some encouraging suggestions
theres mr baal n zeus
who does a very convincing nevets yeblik
in 45 minutes i will do an interview with man in florida
where the intelligent charismatic gentle jeb bush is the king
florida what a trip
i aint been there for years
like the gold coast but heavier
what will the floridians make of us?
i dunno
i just like the word floridian

anyway if you stay around on my blogg
and especially if you convert a friend
we could all be part of climbin’ yon charte together
you could boast to yer colleagues
im part of the number one blogg on earth
we put him there
we keep him there
and we could be so self congratulatory
that people will flock here
hoping to be a part of the love
PLUS
success breeds success
ya know it
people gonna be here cos people gonna be here
and ya know we hoverin round the 700 mark
come on fiendss if you aint got no friends
(like me)
then invent a doppelganger n sign in twice
i dont care how ya do it
dishonesty is ok if its ME right?
any means for our ends
our mean ends
and our ends ending meanly
people get out there
preach n proselytize
steal n maim in my name
itll be like pyramid selling
youll all be my original 700
i’ll have secret blog for you
with the troof the other neophytes cant handle
i must quickly pull my war cabinet together
dutch peter you are minister for gruff voices n ambassador to nz
eek is minister for secret police
merrick minister of trees
ra you be merricks offsider, give him back up etc
manfred can you find neumann, hes in a leather house in cologne
where in cologne? but not wearin’ cologne you could say
florian trout secure montana, the enemy is sneaky
i’m personally sending eve n aurora to the u.n.
as my reps with veto tu tus
its a done deal
im going to the top of this game
im gonna be # 1
and im gonna rule
and then
we’ll do things my way
sk

tax invoice

fifteen bushells of fun @ blah blah blahthree furlongs of fury @ blah blah blah21 moments of eternity @blah blah blahseven and half hundredweight of wait @blah blah blahwould like to deduct all monies pertaining to pam n perry potterdue to extraordinary circumstances, mercury in retrograde etci hereby acknowledge the real purpose of all this is to love each otherand have good haircuts n drive a nice caractually a good set of gulf clubs wouldnt hurtand the gucci shoetreeandwhere was i?im waiting for a guy to interview mebut he’s either lateor confused as to what time it is here..hopefully he wont ring at 3 am hopefully……the pool was very turbulent todayit smelt of fish and drowned sailorsthe water slapped you roundlike an angry wet motheri got seasick just tryin’ to do my lapsin the sauna a russian dudetryin to get the sauna nice n scaldingchucked half a gallon of eucalyptus spiked wateron the hot rockssending out a roiling wave of steamwhich nigh on peeled off my beard, eyebrows n eyelasessuch was its intensitya moment later the steam hit my long sufferin’ lungslike a punch in the gutsor seeing your sweetheart in the arms of a. notheror getting yer credit card cut in 2 in kathmanduinsert own thing herei have spring in my stride tho my status is stricktly autumnali am endeavouring to remember everythingseasons of wither, fiendssbut the golden clean air of los angeleswill no doubt rejuvynate mei’ll be young again in no time flati’ll be the old me before i was the olde mei’ll turn back that clock as i prowl down hollywood blvdecallin’ out hey lask is back!cmon lawe were made for each otheryou need an undieground type like meto inject some fuckin’ pizazz into yer sorry carcassyou will have access to my brain for 1 million bucks […]

fifteen bushells of fun @ blah blah blah
three furlongs of fury @ blah blah blah
21 moments of eternity @blah blah blah
seven and half hundredweight of wait @blah blah blah
would like to deduct all monies pertaining to pam n perry potter
due to extraordinary circumstances, mercury in retrograde etc
i hereby acknowledge the real purpose of all this is to love each other
and have good haircuts n drive a nice car
actually a good set of gulf clubs wouldnt hurt
and the gucci shoetree
and
where was i?
im waiting for a guy to interview me
but he’s either late
or confused as to what time it is here..
hopefully he wont ring at 3 am
hopefully……
the pool was very turbulent today
it smelt of fish and drowned sailors
the water slapped you round
like an angry wet mother
i got seasick just tryin’ to do my laps
in the sauna a russian dude
tryin to get the sauna nice n scalding
chucked half a gallon of eucalyptus spiked water
on the hot rocks
sending out a roiling wave of steam
which nigh on peeled off my beard, eyebrows n eyelases
such was its intensity
a moment later the steam hit my long sufferin’ lungs
like a punch in the guts
or seeing your sweetheart in the arms of a. nother
or getting yer credit card cut in 2 in kathmandu
insert own thing here
i have spring in my stride
tho my status is stricktly autumnal
i am endeavouring to remember everything
seasons of wither, fiendss
but the golden clean air of los angeles
will no doubt rejuvynate me
i’ll be young again in no time flat
i’ll be the old me before i was the olde me
i’ll turn back that clock as i prowl down hollywood blvde
callin’ out hey la
sk is back!
cmon la
we were made for each other
you need an undieground type like me
to inject some fuckin’ pizazz into yer sorry carcass
you will have access to my brain for 1 million bucks a day
(and it’ll take ya years to rummage round in there)
so book me a nice hotel now
nothing fancy
you know round the 5k a nite mark
i hope theres a chauffeur at the airport
with a big sign saying nevets yeblik
with a nice peaked cap and polished buttons
and i hope in the limo
is a bottle of champers n a cigar
n a copy of the latest billboard n financial times
n we’ll do dinner at some cuisine nouveau joint
that chuck a bean on yer plate
and dare ya to complain
and they said marty cant come in cos he hadda hole in his jeans
and you, l.a., said i own this fuckin’ restaraunt
and then we were in a car driving between melbourne n adelaide
in 1982
on the coast road
in the forest next to the sea
richard was in the back rolling away
kangaroos hoppin’ out of the darkness all the time
and it was so dark and so quiet
when we stopped
and ummagumma stopped in the cassette player
in the ford fairlane
and the prehistoric forest with all its storeys
n stories
the violent day to day life of the beasts
the unseen carnage
ants versus termites
birds versus snakes
the wind versus the soil
the night versus the day
suddenly remembered something
anyway
in the stillness of this national park forest
the last gig still ringing in my ears
having a piss in the blackness
smokin’ yet another reefer
the night silenced our chatter
which was
mainly about if such n such
was so n sos best album or not
or where we were on some chart
and how bloody rude it was that we werent higher up
than that
and which op shops we were gonna hit
on the way to adder laid
in the springtime of life
sweet burred of yoof
paisley shirts?
i hadda mountain of em
who was digging all this?
someone out there i guess
theyll all come out of the wouldwork
when its time for them to come on the stage of my life
the forest drips in the night
its air is cool n sweet
i love forests fiends
i love forests
sk

hurt my eyes wide open n thats no lie

tell them nevetstell them of your world and your timetell them about how you got the permissionyoud been seekingtell them how you wrested your fate from the monstertell them how you communicatedhow you paid and were paidtell them about the wee bonnie children and their songtell them who they are in their dreamstell them who they sometimes become at nightand then tell them of the thoughtslikecould it be possible to have system without organisation?and how far one would have to goand the harmonica blazing finale as you ride off into that sunset stripoh holly wood take me to thy heartoh im back hollywoodoh please bestow ‘pon me your wondrous aura of successoh im sorry for the things ive saidit was jus’ you know, sour grapesanywayso whattoday a rainbow appeared in the skyfor the first time i really saw the violetnice one whoever thought of thatmaybe rainbows appear by accidentlike everything elseso on yadnus, nevetsyou sally 4ththe promised land,olde fellowthe fabled kingdom of richesthe mansions of gloryeach one with a fireproof floorwho lies behind the north wind?tell them nevetsabout the cold water about the salty suck of the seawater in the poolon sulking overcast morningsthe rain on the surfacethe zebra patterns in the sand on the bottomall nature has a familiar style in her flourishes n swirlsthe sea , the shadows, the beasts, the trees, the cloudssunlight falling on the pillowthe arc of a gullthe orbit of the spheresthe golden meanthe way it all sometimes appears to join upwhats going on here?what is this all about?go on, nevets, tell them the secrettell them the namesthe techniquesthe key to the futurethe improbably simple release of breaththe lovely pause of sleepthe rhythm, that there is rhythm at allthat there is anything at allthat anything is out thereor in here?whats the difference?whats the difference […]

tell them nevets
tell them of your world and your time
tell them about how you got the permission
youd been seeking
tell them how you wrested your fate from the monster
tell them how you communicated
how you paid and were paid
tell them about the wee bonnie children and their song
tell them who they are in their dreams
tell them who they sometimes become at night
and then tell them of the thoughts
like
could it be possible to have system without organisation?
and how far one would have to go
and the harmonica blazing finale as you ride off into that sunset strip
oh holly wood take me to thy heart
oh im back hollywood
oh please bestow ‘pon me your wondrous aura of success
oh im sorry for the things ive said
it was jus’ you know, sour grapes
anyway
so what
today a rainbow appeared in the sky
for the first time i really saw the violet
nice one whoever thought of that
maybe rainbows appear by accident
like everything else
so on yadnus, nevets
you sally 4th
the promised land,olde fellow
the fabled kingdom of riches
the mansions of glory
each one with a fireproof floor
who lies behind the north wind?
tell them nevets
about the cold water
about the salty suck of the seawater in the pool
on sulking overcast mornings
the rain on the surface
the zebra patterns in the sand on the bottom
all nature has a familiar style in her flourishes n swirls
the sea , the shadows, the beasts, the trees, the clouds
sunlight falling on the pillow
the arc of a gull
the orbit of the spheres
the golden mean
the way it all sometimes appears to join up
whats going on here?
what is this all about?
go on, nevets, tell them the secret
tell them the names
the techniques
the key to the future
the improbably simple release of breath
the lovely pause of sleep
the rhythm, that there is rhythm at all
that there is anything at all
that anything is out there
or in here?
whats the difference?
whats the difference between us fiendss
whats the similarities?
evening comes down in shades of purple
the city glows off in the distance
on one side the black ocean
swallowing boats and men whole
north bondi looks a bit like hollywood
a bit i said
some palm trees
some hills with spanish-y villa type deals
some beemers n merx
some tramps
and some monkey in a suit who whizzed up the ladder
and hippies like me who dont (have to) go to work
i wish i did but now its too late
who wants a fifty one year old apprentice
i could drop dead before i learn my trade
kn prepares spring roles
bacchus is finished if ya reading this yabber
doodles appear outta the bath
two merkids with bad attitudes
in my room i have these things
a printer
a big set of pastels
a loada books
a loada cds
a loada bitsa paper
a loada art mess dust paint flakes flecks
a painting of harry houdini, my hero
a self portrait
a tucson painting by lucy culliton
whose studio i have visited
its in the blue mountains
and its this huge like loft kinda space
on the edge of a valley
and the place is full of cacti and paintings of cacti
and animals like roosters walking around
god i love to see places like this
shes knocking em out and shes just in the groove
like a songwriter who cant stop writing
she just paints n paints
presumably getting better n better
until better is such a subtle increment
hardly anyone other than you will understand
arts like that
lifes like that
loves like that
music too i guess
blogging…
what is it?
is it art?
is this the reality version of literature?
or what?
what does it matter?
what does it matter to the beasts
our intellectual thrashing?
what do the beasts think about my blogg?
ha ha
thats right
its dark where i am now
thursday what a beautiful day fiendss
full of promise but still with holding
payday too for some
heyday for others
mayday in arcadia
goodbye then
sk

and i guess i just dont know, and i guess i just dont know

confused of north bondi writes“i dont know what to doi bit off more than i can chewim up to page 34 but theres still 15 more to goif i try n answer it could be woe, woe, woebut if i dont complete that i said i wouldwill i reap bad karmainstead of expected good?some of my fiendss say do itsome of em say i blew itsome say yer nearly thru itjust like leyton hewittsome say what bout my querythe same one i asked olde learyvenus gave me a blessingsome others say im messingi cant bear to answer any morejust to be a bloggy whorebut i cant bear to disappoint yawhen i was a washin yer feet tryin to annoint yathey say curiosity killed some catnow fiendiess we donna wanna thatwe all know im a mangy pantherive got a cousin named samanthai dont know whether to stop or continueive strained n sprained all my backies sinewsi wanna be a gracious host…i mean..i fuckin’ answered mostwhat about my baby n my doodleswhat about my paintings n my tempeh noodleswhat about my appointment with us consulateiffa they donna letta me inna i’ll be inconsolatetheres guys in texas already bought their tickets(hope the lone gunman aint in the thickets)i wanna make yall love me morebut my bloggs down the drain n my fingers soremy eyes are swimminand my light is dimminmy wife is miffedmy nose just sniffedi cannot handle one more questioncan this be my lifes great lessonmouth dont issue checks yer ass cant cashego dont issue challenges that are too damn rashif ya dont want ya life to turn to ashjus’ cos ya wanted to make a lil splashvegan beer hoover n lady dibonny bon n kev nejedhiall you anons n eek n the queentherese n rubikon n the others on this screeni […]

confused of north bondi writes
“i dont know what to do
i bit off more than i can chew
im up to page 34 but theres still 15 more to go
if i try n answer it could be woe, woe, woe
but if i dont complete that i said i would
will i reap bad karma
instead of expected good?
some of my fiendss say do it
some of em say i blew it
some say yer nearly thru it
just like leyton hewitt
some say what bout my query
the same one i asked olde leary
venus gave me a blessing
some others say im messing
i cant bear to answer any more
just to be a bloggy whore
but i cant bear to disappoint ya
when i was a washin yer feet tryin to annoint ya
they say curiosity killed some cat
now fiendiess we donna wanna that
we all know im a mangy panther
ive got a cousin named samantha
i dont know whether to stop or continue
ive strained n sprained all my backies sinews
i wanna be a gracious host…
i mean..i fuckin’ answered most
what about my baby n my doodles
what about my paintings n my tempeh noodles
what about my appointment with us consulate
iffa they donna letta me inna i’ll be inconsolate
theres guys in texas already bought their tickets
(hope the lone gunman aint in the thickets)
i wanna make yall love me more
but my bloggs down the drain n my fingers sore
my eyes are swimmin
and my light is dimmin
my wife is miffed
my nose just sniffed
i cannot handle one more question
can this be my lifes great lesson
mouth dont issue checks yer ass cant cash
ego dont issue challenges that are too damn rash
if ya dont want ya life to turn to ash
jus’ cos ya wanted to make a lil splash
vegan beer hoover n lady di
bonny bon n kev nejedhi
all you anons n eek n the queen
therese n rubikon n the others on this screen
i love you my fiendss
but its beyond all my means
between planets speaks for me too
when he says man this bloggys turn into a zoo
but i feel so sorry for them all unanswered
like a boil that remains unlanced
or a pimple still to be squeezed
or a bottle of vodke still to be freezed
or a tickle in proboscis still to be squeezed
or an ardent lover down on his knees
or manuka honey without all those bees
and i know i rarely say please
but will ya forgive me
will you adore me
if i cant answer all the questions
that ya sent for me
even the bloggy itself is bucklin under the weight
how did i ever get in this state
ive still got em printed
olde sk subtly hinted
maybe when things are slow
i could try n answer em then you know
but as for now
just cant be bothered
even though my bad conscience has hovered
over me for daze as i try to get em done
but
the questions are history
now
begins the FUN!!!!
se ya round
sk

free troof part 3 over n out

serious fiendsscuriosity seekersand those who dont give a tuppenny damnhere it comesyes its questione finalehere ****************************** daberhasherim afraid im never gonna be a surfer..you cant be good at everything, ee….sk*******************************ra on bee half of merrickdid i ever think it was over for the church?yesand many times i wished it during the darke daze of the mid n late ninetiesbut something, somethingsaid you should stay togethersee what happens….so im kinda glad we did***********************************z the hcrystal japan is a track on (among other records) all saintsby davey bowiethe olde islandi dunno reallycould be atlantiscouldve been tasmaniayes lets drink to distant times n placeswhen memores came trueand everythig was self fulfillingiao iao *************************************rubikonmany i would like to be but…..their lives seem attractivei guess i wish i’d been someone who’d made a difference somehow…other than writing poptunes…************************************************A flea in my yearmy biggest regret is that i never learn************************************a moment on my ownasks a tricky questionit is either incredibly meaningfulor just a joke…or a little of boththats the way my songwriting works by the way…sorry moment,i reckon yer kidding meso yer gonna get the short answerno, but we will be soon***************************************another other asks what do you get out of this blogg?and what do i want from ya if anythingwelli just started this as an experimentas a guinea pig for my bruvver ruztyhes a podcastin professaand a blogge bionauthe wanted to turn me into an early bloggesuperstar for the 21st centuryso here i am stumbling aroundthis is my diary on here its starting to dawn on me what a gig this actually isi mean im up early slaving over a hot keypadanswering querieshmmm…i just wanna connexion with someonei wanna make ya laugh and cryand wonder why..i dunno…get things off my chestand from youi expect the same i supposebut i never talk down to yaand i appreciate […]

serious fiendss
curiosity seekers
and those who dont give a tuppenny damn
here it comes
yes its questione finale
here
******************************

daberhasher
im afraid im never gonna be a surfer..
you cant be good at everything, ee….
sk
*******************************
ra on bee half of merrick
did i ever think it was over for the church?
yes
and many times i wished it during the darke daze of the mid n late nineties
but something, something
said you should stay together
see what happens….
so im kinda glad we did
***********************************
z the h
crystal japan is a track on (among other records) all saints
by davey bowie
the olde island
i dunno really
could be atlantis
couldve been tasmania
yes lets drink to distant times n places
when memores came true
and everythig was self fulfilling
iao iao
*************************************
rubikon
many i would like to be but…..
their lives seem attractive
i guess i wish i’d been someone who’d made a difference somehow…
other than writing poptunes…
************************************************
A flea in my year
my biggest regret is that i never learn
************************************
a moment on my own
asks a tricky question
it is either incredibly meaningful
or just a joke…
or a little of both
thats the way my songwriting works by the way…
sorry moment,
i reckon yer kidding me
so yer gonna get the short answer
no, but we will be soon
***************************************
another other asks what do you get out of this blogg?
and what do i want from ya if anything
well
i just started this as an experiment
as a guinea pig for my bruvver ruzty
hes a podcastin professa
and a blogge bionaut
he wanted to turn me into an early blogge
superstar for the 21st century
so here i am stumbling around
this is my diary on here
its starting to dawn on me what a gig this actually is
i mean im up early slaving over a hot keypad
answering queries
hmmm…
i just wanna connexion with someone
i wanna make ya laugh and cry
and wonder why..
i dunno…get things off my chest
and from you
i expect the same i suppose
but i never talk down to ya
and i appreciate your patronage
please leave the theatre as you found it
*************************************************
ruby 2sday
yes on toast
**********************************
blew bell
my spiritual home is…..
i cant get a grip on that question
im gonna ask the doodles
they said
“here”
***************************************
curiosa
gee thats a big list my friend
sun
sky
sea
family
a little music
nice food
roof over ye olde head
thatll do
*****************************************
mr d
thats a big and thought provoking list too
olde fruit
and
i cant go into all that as one answer itd take a long time
but i usually like the first track on each record the best i guess
from myrrh on…
*********************************************
the lovely venus has appeared with a question of love
deep love
oh venus my sister who better than you
to tell the story of love
sweet love
terrible love
love that drives men to murder
love that makes angels weep and devils giggle
profane love
secret love
forbidden love
unnatural love
strong love
shallow love
only love
deep deep love
beware of love my fiendss
beware of cupid and his tricks
illusions
idiot love
stupid cupid
******************
anon at 856 NO!
******************
jonno
ok
ultc was finished
the backing tracks on bwtb were just a’languishin’ in a computer somewhere
we think
get kilbey to sing on summa the leftover trax
we got another album
so those songs never competed against the ultc songs
they were done much later
but the backing instrumental tracks were written at same time..
************************************
matt
after a show im drained
i aint got the energy to make small talk with strangers fer hoursnhours
i ve done my gig , i jus wanna get outta there n rest
be on my own or with friends sometimes
i dont wanna go to bars
i dont wanna hear yr cd
i just wanna get calm again
it aint a fuckin picnic being on tour
you get used up real fast
and i wanna avoid being “rude”
so i just usually avoid
*************************************************************
LE jaw
sgt pepper
blonde on blonde
mag myst tour
white album
beard of stars
thru past darkly
revolver
turn turn turn
tommy
who sell out
no more boxes of birds
*********************************
susan whos also tantalized asks no live dvd
i dunno susan
maybe one day ….
*********************************

people
i cannae go on
looks like 2morrow is finish day for questions
im running behind
oh well
thats fucking sk for ya!