The Time Being | Steve Kilbey

the book bully the doodles call her
a thug says nk
my oh my scarlet kilbey is turning into a right little miss
people who dont believe in reincarnation
should check out this creature
who must ‘ave been the queen of sheba in her last life
sometimes she reminds me of rumpelstiltskin
right after the millers daughter guesses his name
an livid little manikin stamping n shouting
doing a little angry dance
scarlet does not like to be thwarted
if shes crying cos shes angry n ya try to ameliorate the situation
she howls in outrage n fury…
you dare to offer me a bottle when im crying…WAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!
shes a serious baby
shes no giggling gurgling gertie
and when she calls out its in a big voice
like an opera singer shrunk to 2 n half foot
speaking her own lingo which sounds like a language to me
she wants to get on yer lap
AND
she wants to touch that computer mister
and shes gonna get angry if you try to keep her hands off
you know i got 4 other kids
so im not just imagining
that little sk is a real determined person-in-her-own-right
she dont see herself as a baby thats for sure
and she dont wanna be palmed off with some namby pamby baby talk neither
scarlet hates anyone patronizing her
or talking down to her
and she has an angry howl that would cut thru ya
like uranium tipped bullets
shes got a big head
and a big broad face
her hair is wild
(her beethoven hair)
her face is pale
her smoky blue eyes are full of intelligence
and shes weighing ya up
and seeing if youre telling the truth
you already know about her weird witchdoctor dancing
and she nods her big head around slowly
like shes receiving directly from the spirit world
shes a monster at night
kicking n restlessly rolling about
shes on my lap right now
trying to touch the lapptopp
and shaking her head angrily when thwarted
sometimes she gives me soft thoughtful kisses on my wrist
other times she breaks into a pissed off wriggle
she likes to have her belly tapped like drum
she is very muscular
(like eve, who is extremely well muscled)
she has asserted herself as a new force to be reckoned with
she is no mere “baby” baybee
and ya gonna make her angry if you treat her like a kid
talk about the apple of my eye
i feel totally blessed to have been given guardianship
of this little creature
who is the joy n delight of my olde age
a little girl with gravitas
shes been around before
dont treat her like some johnny-come-lately, ok?
her favourite song is moon river
her favourite colour is scarlet
shes got her own agenda
ok i better stop now
she thinks that ive been on here long enough
see ya later
tonite its pen-riff
the western suburbs (gulp)
but we are missionaries of the space rock
we go where we are told
regardlss of personal risk
love killer

things can surprise ya
yeasterday i turn up to soundy-cheque in ye olde badde moood
i picked the kids up at school that arvo
n i found it was same-olde same-olde
like nothing had ever happened
the nice parents
the bourgeois pricks
and most of the others i dont know
anyway its a bit of a reality jolt
eve n aurora come outta class
eve comes and gives me a hugganakiss
hi daddy in her husky still slightly american voice
aurora comes over
hello darlin’ i say
here you are she says
and gives me a big bit of cardboard
im sposed to carry home
arent you even gonna say hello?
she turns round limply
hello
wow
i guess auroras 1st day back at school wasnt everything she had hoped
but i get treated coolly because of it
just like a woman!
(please no feminist bile…
if i aint doin’ my bit for the female species..i dunno who is…)
anyway
then evie starr loses it when i say no swimmy swimmy today
man shes laying a guilt trip on me
i dont care about yer silly olde soundcheck…we havent been swimming for ages
listen eve when i was a kid…why i was lucky if…
but the kids dont wanna listen to this olde schmoe baloney
to eve its her god given right to go swimming at some beach/pool
every day when its vaguely even warm
aurora not quite so gung ho
but not far behind
so i walk all the way home
getting a twin guilt trip
laid on me from the 2 daughters
who always are a few paces behind
no matter how slow i go
wailing
gnashing of teeth
tearing out hair
if i provoked eve now
shed probably run up n punch me in the ass
so i just keep going
but but the state theatre….
anyway this whole episode is a big reality adjustment
for yer erstwhile rockstar strutting his ole stuff in fronta the big crowds
the doodles dont give a fig for all that
im just a silly olde daddy who wont do as hes tolde
by time i get to state
i feeling …i dunno…flat..a little angry
i go inside
the rest of band are offhand to me
theres nothing for me to do
while the gettarists n drummer fuck about with instrumentos
i get bored
i walk out in the city to centrepoint tower mall
and i see martin chambers buying a fruit juice
i buy an avo n tomato n beetroot sanger
(you can beat an egg but ya cant beat a root)
i go back to gig
still not ready
when i do get a chance to play
i coppa excrutiating squeal of feedback
it shoots into my damaged drums like heat seeking missile
and explodes in my brain like a million pieces of glass
my tinnitus is upped again another notch
anyway our soundcheck is mediocre
they all wanna play “easy”
and i dont really like it that much….
anyway
to cut a long story shorts
we eventually go onstage at 730
the audience still coming in…but thats ok
and guess what
the cherch play a scorcher
a blinder
my oh my i shimmied n i strolled like a chicago moll
we rock n rolled
we faded up n down
we transcended baby….we really transcended
oh i like block
its a great song to end on
a hot night in sydney
a song about a hot night in sydney
it all comes full circle
i finish the gig
i have a cold shower
i jump straight in cab
home to nk
ah romance
baby wakes up
ah romance
baby wakes up
ah romance……
see ya tomorrow
penrith theatre
(dont sound too exciting)
sk

ok
dear commenters, subscribers, fiendss and foes
i am so sorry for my not time being here
for however long it was….
i was working long hours
stuck in places with no internet (believe it or knot)
jesus i can hardly remember the victorian gig now
it was kinda cold
i talked to gudinski
i walked thru the crowd
and i realised how much paul kelly means to em
and how we could never approach that…
for this crowd at any rate
cos i guess these people have jus’ been listenin’ to kelso
(as grant used to call ‘im)
(and grant really loved kelsos music too!)
their whole lives
and they met n got married n divorced n bet on the horses
and played cricket on the beach and had christmas barbies
etc
and they fucking well love him
and yes i wrote he was ordinary
and i guess that was envy talking
cos i wish i had thousands of people coming to see me at wineries
cos kelso can sell these big joints out on his own
and hes got this vulnerability
this softness
and theres no one else like him
he is kinda ordinary
but in the sense of an ordinary day
because paul has no pretentious stuff left in his songs
they are economic universal easy and often beautiful songs
check out randwick bells which grant especially made me aware of
pointing out what he considered were the implications in a very simple song
paul is a great australian writer
but he avoids condescension
he is a relaxed and engaging performer
he easily remains intimate even at this great range
and with all these people……
his band is excellent
some of his songs are real gems
good on ya kelso….!
anyway after melby
i have meeting with polinski n crew about mimesis
polinski as iconoclastic as usual
one guy at meeting says
“we dont want this taking up a lotta time n money”
polinski says “i do !”
ha ha
i thought that was pretty funny
i hate those meetings where there all talking the olde jive lingo
blah blah timeframe blah blah actioning blah blah heres my e-card
anyway we fly to perth
and its very very hot
the road crew are all bright red in the faces
n sweating buckets of ink as my mum would say
steve its really hot says jordy b who really IS the 5th member of the cherch
cant be as hot as last new years day in sydney i say confidently
it is says jordy b ,steve ,it is..
when i hit the stage its over 100 fahrenheit like 43 celsius
and the guitar strings are red hot n detuning
the bass heats up
n im carrying this great hot lump of wood n metal
all over the place
trying to be cool n enigmatic in the scorching withering heat
kudos to the audience who tolerated that n listened
well the band heated up
and we played n angry n hot block
which is so-o appropo cos block was written about days like this
hot stinkin’ australian days that blast your white skin
and make your pits gush water n yer head fuckin’ pound
i stood on that stage
in the direct sunlight
my sunglasses fogged up
the music screaming in my headset
my fingers plucking the molten strings
and about 8 thousand people
and all around grapevines
and mountains
and that merciless sun
and im fading fast
but i give it everything i got
and we crash n burn gloriously
afterwards im knackered
i go to motel
blow a spliff with sam spans on a building site next to motel
while lightning strikes itself above us
next day
is swallowed up in leaving perf n flite back
nothing remarkable
so there you go
itll be bizness as unusual from tomorrow on
so stay tuned
tonite is state theatre in sydney
bye bye

im sitting here
hob airport
la hynde and pretenders too
waiting to fly to melbjorne
tomorrow morning i gotta early meeting
with some toffs who are interested in mimesis becoming a show..
yessaday swallowed up flying to hob
we eat dinner in an indian
it takes so long to arrive i fall asleep
when i wake up i dont know where i am..
early nite
up early today
do xi gong and yoga
we drive to winery
its a beauty
surrounded by mountains n the sea
we play very well
we get n do an encore
pretenders play well
everybody seems happy
yeah
well thats about it really
i’ll catch up in detail when i getta chance
love
the killer
xxx

‘ardly unpacked my bloomin’ suitcase
and now im off
headed for
taz-mania
now i aint ever been a tasmaniac myself
its a little creepy down there i think
but um….duty calls and i must wrock
tonite is a nite off actually
in hobart
capital of taz
know where you can find a ho, bart?
actually i never say ho or whore either
i refer to women i dont like as cows or bints or scrubbers or dodgy boilers
i refer to men i dont like as pigs, wallies,imbeciles or sometimes even dick-nose
i imagine a dick-nose and a dodgy boiler could have some interesting progeny
actually i dont swear much at all
except for prodigious use of the word fuck
why do i say fuck all the fucking time
well my dad liked that word
but he NEVER used it at home in frunna mumnkids
at lyneham high you had to say fuck as many times as you could
in one sentence. eg
i fuckin’ fucked fuck-face off, he’s a fucker anyway
i fuckin’ hate him hes fucked and i hope he fuckin’well gets fucked….fuck!
i guess they couldnt get the lyneham outta the bouy…
anyway whre was i ?
the music biz is very big on the word too…
we didnt fuckin get our fuckin drinks or fuckin soundcheck!so fuck you AND them!!
yeah?
yeah!
well fuck you too!
yeah fuck u2 too!!
now if my mothers reading this
you can see mother im only using this word as an example
not actually swearing myself…
its dialogue …..
anyway today its tas and im underwhelmed by the thought
and first i ‘ave to go some where
and pick something up before airport
no fiendss not drugzz neither
some eekwipment wood ya beleaf
god im getting sick of this silly spelling too
and yes i gotta make the most of my morning with fambley
cos i got my fambley manne hat on
aurora n eve say things wistfully like
“gee dad its not the same when youre not here”
“i wish you didnt have to go today”
and they dont seem so convinced that me
strummin’ a guitar at some winery in tas
is a great reason to not be home with them
during the holidaze
the bumper is a delight
(except at nite when she turns into baby hyde)
she has her own weird dance
i mean im a muso baybee…i seen a lotta folks dancin’
but i aint never seen this before
theres some music she really likes too
like kate bush n tori amos
genesis
the cherch
nks moby record
oh yeah and the rolling stones
stevie nicks
when any of those go on
she looks at ya n flashes her eye
crouches down low n sways
often stand with all her weight on one leg
in a strange pose that reminds me of a medicine man
like shes following these prescribed movements
and shes very serious and concentrating
i mean when the doodles were that age
theyd hear music n run around the room
colliding falling over n laughing
scarlet bends at the knee
and slowly goes up n down n side to side
freezing into position occaisionally and looking up meaningfully
it is a most amusing yet confusing display
where is she getting this dance routine from
hell im even trying to emulate it onstage such is its strange charm
anyway ho- bart still looms out there
down there towards the south pole
where i dinnae really wanna go
i like my palm trees n balmy breezes
i like my warm wet grey days by the sea
yessaday we went to botanic gardens
(when i shamefully stumbled back outta bed at 2 in arvo)
i saw the very sad sight
of a baby water fowl had fallen into a pool of water
inhabited by a huge grey eel
and the parent birds couldnae get it out
standersby we trying to keep the eel away from babybird with sticks
but cruel brutal nature inevitably had its way
and mr eel had fresh baby waterfowl for his lunchy
the mummyfowl squeaked n cooed mournfully
n i said to nk
you know to that bird …she loved that baby like we love the bumper
and we both felt sad
and yes fiendss
nature is ruthless
anyway tonite hob-art
tomorrow the wino ree
i bet ya all a tenner
that there aint no internet at the hotel in hobart
ho ho
love
the being

i tried fiendss
i checked into mo-tels n ho-tels
do you have the internet?
ah..we do..but its not working right now
jesus h christ australia
even the smallest ma n pa place in the states
had the internet…most of em hi-speed wireless
yet ya stay at a good hotel here…..nothin’!
i tried at airports
i tried backstage
most backstages in the states have wireless internet
i mean c’mon…
anuway enuff grizzling and excuses
(perhaps the real reason was i couldnt be bothered!?)
(but thats not true)
anyway i left you in the new modernized adelaide hairport
where they do have free internet…very enlightened
but then what we ya expect of a state that decriminalized pot
we fly to melby-welby
uh oh rain rain rain
we rush strate to ye olde giggle thru the rain
its about an hour outta melby
we turn up n its sloshville, muddy n slightly rainy still
people appear n disappear in the porta -loos
i am amazed to see olde friends sammy s n donny b there
gee i meet ed kuepper n peter oxley
everybodies talking about some folk guy who was the bees knees
theyve moved the gig into a tin shed..its too wet outdoors
indeed its bucketing down now
we go on after ed k who has the crowd going wild
we immediately encounter problems
the bass cuts in n out
everything sounds weird n wrong
the crowd
who have been waiting patiently in this huge tin barn
are natchally disappointed
more delays
my banter falls on mostly flat ears
we play but its a struggle
we never take off let alone transcend
the crowd begin to leave bit by bit
the festival is way over time
it is a black teeming night outside
and many have kids..
after milky way most of em go
leaving a cuppla hundred true cherch fanss
who cheer us on
we do an ill-advised encore
afterwards i stand in the dressing room
which is really some sort of cricket club
glumly sipping red wine n smoking spliffs
i chat to ss n db n the lil lord who has turned up
but my hearts not in it
for whatever reason we were completely underwhelming tonight
we coulda kicked a goal but we got sent off the field
the ride back thru the black cold rainy nite
(hey melby..what happened to summer?)
i sit at the back of the bus
ah its a real kilbey moment
dog tired…half tipsy from the vino
stoned from the pot
our minibus glides thru wet avenues
people in the cabin talk softly
i can hear them thru my ipod playing something amby
i see the lights on the drivers control panel
beautiful little red n green points
i forget the gig
and let my mind drift abroad
im so happy for the drive into melb
cos im not there at all
and thats where i like to be
a rude shock to arrive at hotel
and have to pile out
unload suitcases n etcs
my room is ok but its got no windows(!?)
i naively check to see if theres any internet…ha ha
i fall asleep heavy black dreamless
the next morning i get up
have a toasted tomato sandbo n a pumpkin soup at cafe next door
we fly to coolangatta brissy for 2 hours n im nervous the whole way
have been listnin very much to john foxx /harold budd records
but its calming tones cant cut over the engines roar
we arrive in coolangatta(think florida)
i feel depressed n empty
its hot
its vacuous
we are a support groop at a huge unfeeling venue
i go to hotel do yoga n have a swim in the warm pacific
i walk thru the vines n lianas of greenmount
back to gig
a long tedious soundcheck
mwp n pk fucking round with their amps etc
no dinner
just a cuppla cold veggie sausages
we go on and…..
we slay em
suddenly im transformed into joe rockstar
i ponce all over the stage posing bumping n grinding
i make a loada mistakes but no one cares
tim n marty are laffing their heads off at my antics
the crowd really seem to like us
i play the humble card
“gee folks…i didnt think you was gonna like us…”
we really play well
block is a scorcher
and we get an encore killed only by the house lights coming up
afterwards we meet martin from pretenders
and then la hynde herself appears shaking our hands
and being very nice
ah ha this has been good night
the next morning i do my qigong n yoga n my room overlooking the sea
i go n have swim
i meet others n have hash browns, baked beans, avocado, tomato
spinach on turkish bread plus a watermelon pineapple n ginger juice
a bumpy flight home but ya cant have everything
my family are pleased to see weary olde daddy-boy home
bumper jumps up into my arms and wont get down for ages
nk n i have a romantic night but overindulge in everything
today im feeling well hung over
i think i need to go back to bed actually
but i hadda write sumpthing 1st
to ya all
cos im a responsible person
and i have a duty
the blogge must go on
so there you go
adelaide =6
harvest = 4
coolangatta = 8 n a half
tomorrow i fly off to ho-bart
in tas-mania
see ya later
sk

heya feendz
im sitting at adelayde aeropoort
reddy to fly to mell-bjorne
yessaday morning i got up at 530 to blog to ya
but the bloggething was gone
yessaday play with pretenders n paul kelly
at this wine-a-rie in s.a. 2 hours from addy
we were pretty good i thought all things considering
people seemed to like it
chrissy is slim n young lookin’
her music was perfect
she played all the singles
no transcendence
no attempt at that
just knock out the hits
thank you very much
see ya later
paul kelly was suitably ordinary
i mean hes ok….
but nothing to get all excited about, thats for sure
tim chatted with martin chambers
chrissy seems a bit of a loof
on a bit of a star trip
but what wood i know…?
anyway i gotta get on a plane here
we headlining the harvest festival tonite
it could be raining too
sorry this has been a bit bland
will write back when i get next internet connexion
see ya later
sk

new dawn
the world awakes
another blank page
today will be….
snatched away like all the rest
why rail against time?
you liked time when it was on yourside
you liked time when it ran away with your “best” years
you liked time when it stretched out for you after opium
and now
now is now
then is gone
this time theme recurs always
time and time again
sweet fiendss in time
do you realise how many men n women have been seduced
by their times?
i finished my mothers book yesterday
times gone
times up
just like the flapping calendar pages in old films
tyrone power had a heart attack on the set
gable n flynn n steve mcqueen
they musta thought they owned the world
but time was beavering away
and their mansions were ripped from them
and the beautiful fast women and the fast beautiful cars
their youth n their fame
oh fleeting things!
the temptation is to think that…..
we all have our own temptations
for some its booze
for some its flesh
for some its danger
for some its anger
for some its the sea
for others its…..me
for some its smack
for others its tea
but whichever
all are subject to time
time waits for no one and he wont wait for me
sang jagger when he was 31 but did he believe it?
you dont see old people with skulls n crossbones on their tshirts
is death a person like the white faced hooded man in the 7th seal?
cutting us down with his scythe of pestilence n war
a white lady who appears at the end
jesus waiting at the end of a tunnel of light
your ancestors patiently waiting
the lions and the lambs
the pools n flowers of krsnas jungle
bringing the cattle home on an eternal summer evening
the sound of the flute
the lord of the universe is a slender youth
the colour of a cloud
everythings ok
back there in that dream i was having…..
i cant even remember now
i was struggling n arguing
where almost everything hurt
and things were so sad
but this
this is indescribable

speed wobble
pickup momentum
velocity
oh loved n used
what i’m saying is :
approaching earth
strangers reunited
starflesh you are indeed
things go round
no beginning
no end
man didnt get here
man dont come from amoeba
man always here
man is man
we regard
we destroy
we build
we examine the skies
we predict
but we never know
but we always feel
we feel….empty
we feel….disconnected
we feel satisfied….temporarily…
we feel this n that
we alone of all creatures
can ignore the obvious
this place we find ourselves in…..
i mean can a system just…
system within systems….
mechanism within finely tuned machine..
all these ratios…
all these tiny chances…
all these if we were one inch to the left
or one degree starboard…..
or what were the chances really…
cmon, use your eyes
a man of learning in a pompous n assured tone proclaims
“I have discovered that x = y”
and hes swiftly ensconced in the ivied towers of knowledge
and he says let me fill up these rooms with x=y men
and soon if you want to study the great machine at all
youve got to be an x=y man
of course it doesnt matter that its obvious that x actually = x
in fact not only doesnt it not matter
but it becomes anathema
the x=y men like their positions n priveleges
x=x are ridiculed even persecuted
x=x say
look at sky
look at the children
look at the rivers
look at ourselves
the x=y men say
“we have found this piece of bone….”
the x=x say
do you suppose….?
and the x=y men say
“no”
the x=x say
could we…?
the x=y men say
“thats impossible.
we have calculated and simulated and projected
and despite the wonders you believe you perceive
in actuality we have disproven absolutely for all time
that x may ever = x!”
after a few more years
nobody could even remember that x=x
even tho they could see it right in front of them
you mean im supposed to believe this?
occaisionally some poet or mountain climber would scream
children would rub their eyes and say
daddy i dont think x=y
and the parents are shush shush go quickly back to bed
“we have found even more new evidence”
proclaimed sir denniss hoggjoy
proudly displaying a piece of rock
of course i couldnt understand why the rock was important
but then im too stupid to understand, arent i?
a special scientist came to our school
and he had a picture of the rock
and some of the children actually got to hold the picture
and everything
and the scientist said
isnt marvellous that x=y?
and edna currie
whose slightly mad said
i think x=x sir
and everyone had a really good laugh
and the scientist lit his pipe and smiled

im listening to solaris soundtrack
its 7 am as usual
eternal
yessaday took aurora to otho-dontist
bad news:
he puts a piece of ice on tooth but no feely
good news: xray reveals no “absorbtion”
(i dunno what absorbtion is but she aint got it n thats good)
eve n a very well behaved at orthos
theyre charming kids actually
open n outgoing
why was i such a sullen turkey?
aurora really reminding me of a giant rabbit more n more
both the doodles have huge white front teeth
making em look like chip n dale
why do americans usually have perfect teeth?
my teeth are mediocre british standard issue
prone to decay n yellowing
nk does not have one filling
neither doodles either
despite fair amount of various chockys
when i was 7 i had a head full of quicksilver
on warm overcast days by the sea
i could tune into a poetic dimension
with one of my fillings
and baudelaire n lautremont would fill my
infant brain with phrases
straight from the otherside
through the mercury
and into my sinuses
up my nose
into my tiny mind
i also had a piece of wood
which had once been in a field
outside vinnny van go!s studio
and it knew all his tricks
but my paintings n my stick
were destroyed in the floods of 62
am i digressing?
frankie x k from the emmy-railed aisle
I-land,
came over for dinner
and i drank one corona
the yobbos downstairs had another barby
and i fuckin marched downstairs
and the conversation went something like this…..
9 pm chez kilb
frankie xk n killer the thriller plus ms nk n bumper
are sitting in the kitchen
listening to the killer drone on
with another boring anecdote
however the warm night air
and the mexican beer
have caused a gentle drowsiness to descend
the killer: blah blah me i i blah myself blah me blah
the others : z…z….mmm…? zzzz…….
suddenly the unmistakable odour of lighter fluid n smoke wafts in
the killer jumps up outta his chair
“whats this….?”
“smoke??!!”
before anyone can stop him
with a head full of steam
the killer is down the stairs
yep theres a yob
in fact theres a load of yobs n yobettes
and one yob has got this small flamethrower
and hes trying to coax the chemical briquettes into flame
by blasting them with his nauseating little napalm gun
the yobs all gasp
and the head yob with the fire thrower turns to face me
hes about 23…24 and like all the others
of some dusky ethnicity that makes em pronounce
the word nice as noice
and talk very loudly n have barbies
anyhow
i see his eyes in the moonlight and their full of…..
um
concern……
um
thoughtfulness
in my best peter from zoo story voice
i start up and all my reason has gone out the window
“now look here, you simply cant have this..er, er, ..this barbeque here!
its right under my window and our place is full of fumes…and the baby…
and …”
yob: “wouldjya like us ta moove it?”
me” well of course i want you to move it…that is if…”
yob” i dont want youse goiys bein’ unhappy!”
me(now im really taken aback n flustered) : “oh…!”
yob: “should we put it over there” (indicates as far from house as poss)
me:”oh ok” (but its dawnin’ on me its gonna be even worse)
yob:” gee we hope this ll be ok for youse goiys”
and all the yobs n yobettes join in
and move all their plates of meat n bottles of grog n cigarettes
very politely..and without any rancour..over to the said spot
five minutes later we got all doors n windows shut
but my house smells like mongolian barbeque pit
on lard lovers night
i dont think the yobs are just doing steak..
i can smell the even more ‘orrible stink of sausages (mystery bags)
and now to top it all off the yobs are noice
as i glare down from my window
practically sobbing n choking from the stench in the wake of their din-dins
…and remember folks
one mans meat IS another mans fucking poison
and theyre smiling up at me
happy in the knowledge that their nice little barby
is no longer upsetting that strange old fella up stairs
the one with all those kids and the greyblue falcon
after all, they are now where he asked em to be….
farankie xk has enuff off my dismayed grizzling
and asks to be taken home
when i get back
nk is lying in livingroom watching a doco
we both feel dejected about the yobs
but now its even worse
cos theyre compliant!
no suggestions please!
and bon bon
its 12 the noise has to stop
not 10, i asked the cops
…!
anyway
today im going onna bushwalk
with russell k
jlk
michael h
frankie xk
talking of russell hes been talking about a visual blogge
for me soon
also have recorded the wrong road by grant mc
will come out on trib record in aug
ok
over
n
out