The Time Being | Steve Kilbey

oh my dearest fiendss
lassanite we have runthru of play
from woe to go
sk remembers all his lines!!!
remember 12 n 13th bricklane workshop
curlewis st bondi 8 pm
its gonna be very intimate
you wanna see me slapped around and abused?
(no not chrissy hindes…its the play)
you gotta bee there fiendss n fiendettes
dont not come!
i better see
d + t
i better see
le (or is it la) bon
i better see the dutchman from nz
i better see mishy
i better see all the rest of ya syddley fiendss
or else…..
ok?
now without further ado
here we go
AN OCCAISIONAL FEATURE
(as suggested by syrinx for you finx)
drumroll
THE KILLERS EYE-PODD
(da dah)

ok
first up
16 horsepower
sorta alt country stuff
banjo-ey n serious
i quita lika actually…
aha
this belongs to nk
absorbed by my pod accidently
i met morten harkett once in 1984
very handsome short sighted
a more red sunburnt nose than mine
could not understand my swedish one bit
liked i hoped a norwegian would….
aartika
this was given to me on tour but i have no idea by whom
the first track aura lee is one of the best shoo gazer things ever
i often put it on comps for frendz…
a real classic actually specially when the girls sweet voice comes in
“sing to me , aura lee”
the rest of record pretty good too
try n find this…..
air
ive got everything by air
what can you say
great aesthetic, great results
melodic, cinematic, cool
recommend anything
very good for les interludes romantiques
if you savoir fair…
alan watts
my very good friend leesey nicks gave me this in london
its called om:the sound of hinduism
its got some spoken word about/on/from “hinduism”
(i dislike that word)
its pretty good if you into the blue guys krish vish n shiv
theres a bit of sitar drones n chanting
i really dig this actually
check it out you atheists
ye might still yet be enlightened…
alanis morrissette
obviously this belongs to nk
its just that one song. you know
thank you india thank you pakistan…that one…
as to my oh-pinyon on it…
dont get me talkin…..!
albionioni
adagio for orch
oh beautiful stuff nicked from k + g’s collection
note to self
the band should do an electric version of this…
its like a theme to an italian love story…
ali akbar khan
ragas
indian music is so different to western in its intent
it has no chordal movement n no harmonies
it has only unisons
you gotta listen n listen
you gotta let it wash over ya
this is pretty good …
alio die
suspended feathers
this is from ambient chriss-o from frisc-o
this lovely manne has boostd my ambient etc section unbeeleevably
thank you chris
there will be something coming soon
bee a patient please
i received a new package from him yessaday
a veritable lord in the sk empire
anyway alio die is very very good
“found” sound mixing with electonica
great titles
descending past
ruins gardens drones
time in absence
etc
if you like amb you like this…
all about eve
strange i dont know much about aae
this is only in there cos its from darkside of the 80s
a comp
the track is marthas harbour
nice track
i listen to occaisionally
thats it…
all india radio
it says here i only got one record
but thats weird i thought i had 2 or 3
hmmmm..?
maybe theyre stored under another name
i heartily reco- mend anything by all ind rad
hope i can finish my thing with martin this year……
its instrumental not ambient
nice stuff….
america
i like hoarse with no name n sandman
reminds me off my yoof
very sub neil young tho now as i listen to it
i understand you been runnin from the man
that goes by the name of the sandman…
kinda almost somethin i wished id written….
amon duul 11
live in london
phallus dei
tannz der lemmings
vive la trance
wolf city
yeti
i m confused about amon duul
we met em once in germany
at breakfast in a hotel in an obscure town
theyre more a collective than a band
i got this from reedy with his boxes of prog in arizona
i had wolf city as a kid
some of its just an average 70s rock band slugging away
(with weird bits)
the chick singer is definitely an aquired taste
i still aint ackwired a taste for her germanic screechings
wolf city the track itself is a payoff
hard teutonic brutal sci-fi downwards guitars
things scream like winged monkeys
wolf city without pity…
the rest of amon i am yet to seriously explore
something for a rainy day thatll probably never come
we shoulda done wolf city at space rock night…
anoushka shankar
got this off johnny jus’ th’other day
i know nothing about it
its a mix of indian with subtle western stuff
i really like it
and have done yoga to it too…
the albums called rise
antonio vivaldi
some slightly pompous un-sk like stuff
never listened to it before nor will again
unless i have madame bovary n mark e. d. sard over for tea..
this is side of classical i dont dig…
the arcade fire
funeral
despite having jumped in a long time ago
and saying that i didnt like the af
after only half a listen to a sampler
i got this album from the boffa a cuppla weeks back
and its my most played recent record
i love it
i didnt understand at first
i still cant really say what the words are all about
some weird claustrophobic childhood neighbourhood
its quite unlike anything else
great instrumentation…violins, honky tonk pianos,
accordions
busy arrangements
sometimes a woman sings
who sounds just like a female version of the guy singer
this is a fucking great record
it may take a bit of time to sink in
but this universe is worth visiting..
argent
im listening to hold yer head up and its
pretty stodgy stuff
i got all of argents real albums
the one with rusty ballad
he wrote liar which is on the 1st album
it was later done by 3 dog night
he wrote god gave rocknroll
done by kiss
i like 1st album best for wistful zombie-ish tracks
rod argent was in the z s
the second album ring of hands
not quite as good
but worth having i guess
if you like piano n stuff
n soft rock
cast your spell, uranus
is an unfortunate title (or not?)
the other 2
all together now
n in deep
arent too bad but not essential
havent listened to em yet
tho i had em on vinyl…
ashra tempel
first
inventions for electric guitar
join inn
schwingungen
starring rosi
all of ahra tempels stuff is quite different
inventions is highly recommended
guitars intercrossing echoing like arpeggiating keyboards
very kraut rock mainly instrumental
from reedys massive collexion
join in has tracks like freakn roll
jammy stuff
schwingy is more soundtracky
starring rosi more poppy i guess
the first track sounds like the allman bros..
ashra
is the same gang without the tempel…
i have blackouts
sunrain
the making of
sunrain is a beautiful chiming record
very euphoric
i recommend this one or inventions to start with
guess what
thats it for the a’s
and theres too many b’s for today
im gonna flake out on ya..
next
THE Bs
sk

im sorry
where was i?
i had to drive back to syddley
look
theres something you should understand about me..
although i am, on some , levels
a bona-fide renee-sonce man
(hi renee)
and i do spout proze n pertry
i am also a bit…
how can i put it…?
silly
ive always been a bit….silly
i cry wolfe
and i easily get confused n disheartened
and i give up
and lose the plot
well
its like the 2 times i was locked outta mah car
in the middle of nowhere…with kidss
and locksmiths were summoned etc etc
when after finally getting in car
low n bee hold
the keys aint in the car
one more quick pat down reveals keys in side pocket
of ye olde trusty hemp black cord jacket
they were on me all the time
or i call up to nk n girls when im outside the ‘ouse
oi you lot have any of ya seen mah sunnglasses?
an’ they lookin’ at me very strangely…
finally nk says kinda embarrassed
steven…?
i reach up to touch my eyes
but i cant because
theres a layer of green rayban glass
between my finger n eyes
cos i already got em on
has anyone seen my bass? i ask one day whilst wearing it
my rational logical mind is comparable to an immature morons
while my poeticle side is overdeloped like a muscleman
and now i cant put my adjectives by my side
i know some of you are finding this hard to believe
that yer bone idol is rather silly a fair bit o’ the thyme
yessaday minna says
dad do you think when you learn something like your new play
that other things go out the back of your mind at the same time?
i think theres probly some sense in that
maybe ive been deleting from the logic mind
to feed ms muse and her department
do you think people have ever said
never mind the boy/man/olde codger
is a genius
therefore
let him be silly??
no
they havent
anyway
no one is a genius at home
remember that…
(blogge goes all wavy…..)
leonardo……?
what is it dear?
have you fed your dog today?
but dear, i just worked out the aeronautics of a machine
which, although, theoretically improbable, still could…
did you or didnt you feed your dog, leo?
cos i aint feeding ‘im while you sod around,
dissecting corpses
and painting olde miss whatsername…
mona, dear?
i aint no fucking moaner leo !
im just sick of yer merry magda-lanes n bloody parra-shoots
(fade back to reality)
(whatever that is)
(baybee)
so look
after that song n dance with pod
i have ta say it was justa low low batt.
(sound of angry readers cluck clucking)
lower than i ever seen it
lower than
knee high to grasshopper
man that batt was low
no wonder…
i was so confused..
i mean why should i think of the easiest most obvious thing
while i can PANIC n LAMENT?
joycie mc mother
i am on an almost ! free diet at the moment
youve put me right off my !s
anyway the podd came bach to life
but i DO now know a lotta other intresting stuff
from all the luvverlee commentors with all their advices
we drove back to syd
after leaving v. nice tiny tot (with the lot)
and dr jimbo (who would not leave ya in limbo)
and beautiful handbuilt house
how can ya be a top intertional doc AND a master builder?
i cant lay one brick or sew one stitch
tho i could lay a stitch if i was asked
and guys…
im sorry i was silly……
(am i addicted to…..the way moth is to !)
anyway
my oh my
after putting up with my own confused silliness 4 two days
i then had to put up with bi lingual bickering in stereo
on way home
blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
her feet…..
my seat….
turn it up….
turn it down….
celebrity quiz from goss mag….
big daddy : no, i dont know the name of brittnees fuckin’ monkey….
windows up
minna begs from backseat
her glandular fever is coming back we fear…
but
its bloody hot outside n
quite frankly
my car doesnt like its own airconditioning
it imparts that to me in subtle shudders n sighs
and tiny signals it sends me up the pedals n column
elli starts winding her window up
dont do that i yell over the music n rushing air
minna screams yes yes do it up
i go leave it alone!
minna in swedish is going do it up!do it up !
suddenly i burst into one of those voices fathers have
that really loud noisy “orrible one
when everyone else looks at each other
and goes
wow the olde bouy is really chucking a william…
and i go
leave it alone
i gotta drive
and i need some fucking air!
and the window goes down
the car goes silent
after a a couple of minutes elli says
daddy minnas crying
and then the guilt n rotteness come down on me
and i bluster about like a total out of synch daddy-o
who dont understand or know nuthing
“but what…i mean…i didnt mean to…oh come on now…what did i…”
etc etc
till elli says
daddy shut up
wow
this being a fambley manne gig much tuffer than being a space rocker
i mean the boys dont cry if i yell at em for a start
anyway
theres some sorta constant argy bargy between les twilliepops
all the way frome batemans bay to nth bond-eye-podd
thru wild lush forests
thru depressing grey industrial areas
past dead kangaroos n cemeteries
the twills argue the toss
when we get to kiama i do my block again
it takes elli half an hour to buy a packet of crisps
minna n me sit parked in the sun frying n fuming
but ya know what?
minutes later we’re all laughing again
and carrying on…
its just the way we are (i suppose)
argumentative…..
and
silly
syrinx the minx has suggested
that i take you thru my ipodd
so as an occaisional feature
tomorrow we’ll make a start on a n b n c
ok?
please forgive me
let me go

warm regs
s k

gee fiendss
i hate to start the day off
with a negative feeling out there
but i think my fucking ipodd
just had a severe personality crisis
it cant get off the apple emblem
its going on and off n halfway on halfway blank
and to tell ya the truth i feel quite dismayed
i feel a little sick n worried that my carefully tended
hand selected filled with love n devotion machine
has contracted lunacy and is acting like a gone-un
i mean if it was my horse i’d have to shoot it
oh boy i hope i kept my warrantee
ha ha nervous laughter
sk : this isnt blogg i’s expecting to write
muse : get over it and stop crying over yer dead little friend there
sk : it cost like 600 bucks!
muse : what were you gonna listen to?
sk : the equatorial stars by f and e
muse : damn i like that that one too
sk : boo hoo
muse : when did you find out?
sk : just now! when i tried to turn it on..
muse : cant you get it fixed?
sk (miserably) i dont know….i dont know
muse : but a lovely view here nonetheless
sk : yeah…but i wanted some music
muse : course someone out there is thinking you should
play eye choons from ye olde lappy instead but…
sk : i cant cause im…
muse : on someone elses computer
sk : still i say boo hoo…
muse : describe your surroundings
sk : yer just trying to get my mind off my podd!
muse : shall i help you?
sk : go ahead…im fuckin’ too devastated here…
muse : sk is sitting in a study, a real study
like you might find leo g carroll or someone in
its walls are deep red
one door leading outside is black
another door leading to a room where e and m are asleep is wooden
the floor is wooden n polished
books line the wall
old tomes, medical textbooks
biographies of people long gone
the table he sits at seems to be a big plank of wood
with all its grains swirls whorls n stuff
outside the window are trees
strange pine-y looking trees with green mottled bark
a creek fed by the sea is still
as are the trees
the sky is a wan reluctant blue
sk is dressed in a black p=a tshirt brown shorts n explorer sox
he is tanned and trim but his face reveals tiredness n excess
sk : easy there…!
muse : down the south coast….where he loves it
sk : the south coast between sydney n melbourne
is some of the most beautiful, pleasant-climed
spiritually inspiring country in the world
muse : where your father died…just down the road
sk : yes…and that too…
muse : hows your mothers book going…
sk : was enjoying it till russell mentioned many !s
almost every sentence finishes in a ! (!)
muse : so what…?
sk : well i cant stop noticing em now…
muse : gentle birdsong fills the air
sk : im on holiday….
muse : by the seaside
sk(sadly): no keethy urbane though…
muse : its better this way…
sk : he wouldnt care if his ipod exploded…
muse : no i guess not
sk : is this the best we can come up with today?
muse : you wanna be fuckin’ lord tennyson every day?
sk : its just that, well, my readers…
muse : they cant expect baudelaire when ya pods kaput, man
sk : but…its just so unsatisfactory this way
muse : i know…we had a good blogge planned for today
sk : i was gonna reveal everything about…
muse : and all that deeply personal stuff about …
sk : shhh! ive changed my mind…im already being sued
muse : oh i forgot
sk : actually i was gonna tell the true story about..
muse : too soon too soon…keep that for later, ron
sk : yer right…as usual
muse : well i guess that is it then…
sk : yeah
muse : and yer trusty subscribers….
sk : fuck it! they better unnerstand im in shock n grief
muse : for a machine…some bohemian spiritual seeker…ha!
sk : im everybody and still a no-one
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fin

so this is 2007 eh?
how futuristic….
the killer sits in kitchen
the harbour bridge is obscured by cloud
everybody sleep sleep sleep
sydney still very quiet
aint this the day that all the “straights” go back to work?
those lazy “straights”…
here i am a first class boheemyan
and im up early n im working…
maybe i should jump in ye olde falcon
and drive round blowing my own horn
today im gonna drive twillies down the south coast
to visit olde frends dr jimmy +the tiny tot
now very very coincidentally
you cant guess whos staying practically next door
(i aint exagerrating!)
keethy urbane and ms nicci mankid
yep
and ive already daydreamed this scenario for ya
the olde being gets up early…as is his wont
hes wandering on that beach
when he hears excuse me
arent you steeeve kill-bee?
i spin around…its a guy about 40
long sandy hair and a cuppla huge body guards
keethy?
steve! listen man i got all the cherches records dude
oh steve…wont you write some million selling songs with me?
well uh keethy thats nice..but…uh…
cmon steve look i’ll give ya a million right now
(bodyguard whips out a chequebook
keith signs it and rips it out , hands it over)
we go up to niccis holiday house
i meet her daddy doctor horatio mankid the famous elbow surgeon
i meet the sister livinia mankid and her husband whatsisname
and finally
ah she enters the room
austraylias verry verry own
and
the highest paid feemail moovie star in tha wirld
and shes says
stevie oh i loved priest = aura
and then we all get on like a house on fire
doctor horatio looks at my elbows (got the all-clear)
livinia produces spliff champers n dragons
but keethy …i thought you were in rehab
fuck that maan…its christmas
wow keethy n i get on like brothers
hes read all the same books
he likes all the same records
at the end of a long session
its fixed
im gonna work on keethys new album
hes gonna buy me a mansion in vaucluse
and
build a studio in basement
we’re going down the lexus shop tomorrow
and hes gonna pick me out a cuppla guzzlahs
i get home to dr j and tt
no one can believe my good luck
we’re sitting there celebrating
when a knock comes at the door
its the bodyguards
mister urbane wants his cheque back…NOW!
but why but why? i ask
one of em reaches into his coat and pulls out a bit of paper
he said to give you this !
the bodyguard rolls it up and almost shoves it down my throat
they take the 1 million buck cheque n leave
i spit the ball of paper from my mouth
its a printout of that damn blogge….
but keethy….i didnt mean it…i didnt know you then…
i sob to myself
gently rocking in a corner
my mother always said my big mouth’d get me into trubble..
and now…
look
keethy if ya reading this
i wanna say
i love yer new album
im ready to go all country
(i once rode a pony at a school fete)
lets write some earthy stuff
out in the paddock with our hoes at the crack of day
that sort of thing
just gimme another chance
keethy?

last night at 930 i took a little pill
it had a dragon on it
i wash it down with a glass of champers
and a joint chaser
you see new years eve is an excuse to overdo it
its the tradition
nothing happens for a while….
after about half n hour i feel a warm flash
slight nausea n dizziness
then im catapulted into some other dimension
thats always there
its indescribable
doesnt matter what i say here
i dont care if yer anti-drugs neither
the dragon opened up a lovely door n i stepped thru
ah sweet sweet romantic hours
i stagger out to watch fireworks from kitchen
wow im so confused….
i collapse into bed at 300
totally blasted out of my sweet mind
oh so nice to get out of that mind for a few hours
im someone else
i walk around on softly padding feet
my voice has become soft, almost inaudible
im knocking back champagne mixed with raspberry cordial
(a house specialty)
smoking dope like its going out of fashion
(it IS out of fashion)
i seem to have lost myself
a new me standing looking out of my eyes
this new me has no past or future
he remembers nothing
he cant really make sense of the world
the simplest things seem so difficult
i pour the champagne and my hands seem miles away
i catch sight of myself in the mirror
is that really me
my pupils so huge
like im taking everything in
my face is flushed and i look like a wildman
i wouldnt like to get in a lift with a guy like that
i stare at myself
my own face has always fascinated me
it always looks so different
now its the face of a stranger
my wife appears like a pale angel
when we kiss it seems centuries pass
there is no before n after
only a now
here in the sunroom with the christmas tree lights winking
the ipod hi fi plays
massive attack
spain
goldfrapp
marconi union
all around distant parties laughter
random local fireworks go off
of course baby bloody bumper wakes up now n then
i seem to get in a loop that last for years
the baby cries
i get her off to sleep
i sneak out to waiting wife
when…..
boo hoo boo hoo
baby has woken up again..
and it starts over
it seems like forever
i been doing this
i am in a pleasant detached place
where there is no memory conscience or pain
i move in slow mo thru the thick air
perfect weather
a warm night with delicious sea breezes
is this how life was in the garden?
why cant it be this always
a living dream
a fantasy
a watercolour mirage of soft pleasure
however
today when i wake up
im totally fucked
no energy
no nothing
i end up sleeping in till 5!
i still feel pretty bloody wasted
i walked down the beach with evie
and it washed it off a little
anyway
no more strength left to ……