the dork treadah

me n kids bought voyage of the dawn treader probably one of the best books in cs lewis’ excellent series the bad news THIS FILM IS A STINKER! as a lewis fan i am disgruntled and disappointed in spades absolute rubbish what a shame some bright spark in the writing dept decided that the book was lacking what the story needed was an evil  green  mist because all the stuff in there already wasnt  good enough so it was green evil mist all the way (with no explanation of what it was) GREEN EVIL FUCKING MIST, OK…..? swirling round every fucking scene green evil mist because cs lewis’ books aint racy enough for kids nowadays they need a green evil mist to keep em interested there it is swirling in the cheapest stupidest special effect ruining an already over -effected hopelessly rotten film not even worth reviewing properly except saying pluck out your own eyes rather than watching this rubbish gee tho that evil green mist hmmm imagine the bible updated with it it’d be a cracking film the kids love their evil green mist adam n eve in the garden attacked by the EGM jesus on the cross  nailed up by the EGM! the devil in hell surrounded by EGM i mean its got applications everywhere sept 11 the true story ..it was the EGM church at oprah house sucked off by the EGM the steve killbee biopic …convinced to take ‘eroin by the EGM re-do lord of the rings n put in more EGM who killed JR …? the EGM finish off deadwood finally al swearingen eaten by the EGM a decent ending for the slopranos tony gunned down by the EGM who won the fucking tennis today …why the EGM whose the new singer in REM its […]

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a sleep

me n kids bought voyage of the dawn treader

probably one of the best books in cs lewis’ excellent series

the bad news

THIS FILM IS A STINKER!

as a lewis fan i am disgruntled and disappointed in spades

absolute rubbish

what a shame

some bright spark in the writing dept decided that the book was lacking

what the story needed was an evil  green  mist

because all the stuff in there already wasnt  good enough

so it was green evil mist all the way (with no explanation of what it was)

GREEN EVIL FUCKING MIST, OK…..?
swirling round every fucking scene

green evil mist

because cs lewis’ books aint racy enough for kids nowadays

they need a green evil mist to keep em interested

there it is swirling in the cheapest stupidest special effect

ruining an already over -effected hopelessly rotten film

not even worth reviewing properly

except saying

pluck out your own eyes rather than watching this rubbish

gee tho that evil green mist

hmmm

imagine the bible updated with it

it’d be a cracking film the kids love their evil green mist

adam n eve in the garden attacked by the EGM

jesus on the cross  nailed up by the EGM!

the devil in hell surrounded by EGM

i mean its got applications everywhere

sept 11 the true story ..it was the EGM

church at oprah house sucked off by the EGM
the steve killbee biopic …convinced to take ‘eroin by the EGM
re-do lord of the rings n put in more EGM

who killed JR …? the EGM

finish off deadwood finally al swearingen eaten by the EGM

a decent ending for the slopranos tony gunned down by the EGM

who won the fucking tennis today …why the EGM

whose the new singer in REM its EGM

whats charlie sheen snorting oh no the EGM

priest = EGM

under the EGM tonight

sergeant peppers lonely heartsclub EGM

man its incredible

it solves every problem ever known to  man

who offed laura palmer the EGM of course

ok thats enough

go enjoy yer day

and remember

watch out for the
EGM!!!!!!!!!!

the church – Dead Cool

the church’s Sydney Opera House event “A Psychedelic Symphony’ on April 10th gets a special mention on the very Dead Cool site. The click-thru link is to the ARIA Hall of Fame acceptance speech. http://www.deadcoolshop.com/music+cinema/live-show-picks/a-psychedelic-symphony/

the church’s Sydney Opera House event “A Psychedelic Symphony’ on April 10th gets a special mention on the very Dead Cool site. The click-thru link is to the ARIA Hall of Fame acceptance speech.

http://www.deadcoolshop.com/music+cinema/live-show-picks/a-psychedelic-symphony/

Official Poster : A Psychedelic Symphony Sydney Opera House Sunday April 10 2011

A Psychedelic Symphony Sydney Opera House poster

SMH Article : Resurrection Men

www.smh.com.au/entertainment/music/resurrection-men-20110329-1cedt.html “Three turbulent decades after they formed, the Church have resurrected their hits, writes Sacha Molitorisz” Click link to read the full article.

www.smh.com.au/entertainment/music/resurrection-men-20110329-1cedt.html

“Three turbulent decades after they formed, the Church have resurrected their hits, writes Sacha Molitorisz”

Click link to read the full article.

sunday evening in soft velvet black

i long for sleep i long to walk that corridor to some warm dreamy place turn off the voices now i’m anybody i want to be see me fly thru the sky my winged spirit searching the astral for something the eternal me has vacated the shell tonight please be there you will wait in the house i built in the clouds the soft dopey music plays so quietly now i arrive thru a painting and i go for a song my words are all over the page my method is to forget my energy is to obsess my lesson is to not learn  

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des pear

i long for sleep

i long to walk that corridor to some warm dreamy place

turn off the voices

now i’m anybody i want to be

see me fly thru the sky

my winged spirit searching the astral for something

the eternal me has vacated the shell

tonight please be there

you will wait in the house i built in the clouds

the soft dopey music plays so quietly now

i arrive thru a painting and i go for a song

my words are all over the page

my method is to forget

my energy is to obsess

my lesson is to not learn

 

bad dream ?

a troubled night i get up over and over i have a piss or have a drink and walk around a bit but i always return to the same dream a huge city where its always night somewhere in town is a huge apartment block inhabited by some loathsome  evil right at the top of the building lives this terrible thing i myself living in another tall apartment block at the top of which lives my employer or benefactor or whatever he is i am scared/in awe of this person who has some power over me i cant work out if he owes me a favour or if i owe him one but we are seemingly bound together one of my daughters is missing presumably in the bad tower i keep petitioning my boss to help me rescue her i make the long trek up  the lonely stairs to where he lives full of doubt full of trepidation sometimes hes there sometimes no one answers my knocking on his door he is rich urbane and knowledgeable i can never clearly see his face sometimes hes angry to be interrupted sometimes he promises me help he gives me a pistol he has friends in the police we should alert the police other times he says no police we’ll take care of it ourselves i wake up i stumble thru the house trying to shake it off when i lie down the dream starts up again the city of night the 2 apartment blocks sometimes ive arranged a big group of vigilantes we climb up the stairs of the evil tower to find my daughter and the others missing in there sometimes it seems like a huge terrible worm is at the top sometimes its empty sometimes hideous ordeals that amount to […]

a troubled night

i get up over and over

i have a piss or have a drink and walk around a bit

but i always return to the same dream

a huge city where its always night

somewhere in town is a huge apartment block

inhabited by some loathsome  evil

right at the top of the building lives this terrible thing

i myself living in another tall apartment block

at the top of which lives my employer or benefactor or whatever he is

i am scared/in awe of this person who has some power over me

i cant work out if he owes me a favour

or if i owe him one but we are seemingly bound together

one of my daughters is missing presumably in the bad tower

i keep petitioning my boss to help me rescue her

i make the long trek up  the lonely stairs to where he lives

full of doubt full of trepidation

sometimes hes there

sometimes no one answers my knocking on his door

he is rich urbane and knowledgeable

i can never clearly see his face

sometimes hes angry to be interrupted

sometimes he promises me help

he gives me a pistol

he has friends in the police

we should alert the police

other times he says no police we’ll take care of it ourselves

i wake up i stumble thru the house trying to shake it off

when i lie down the dream starts up again

the city of night

the 2 apartment blocks

sometimes ive arranged a big group of vigilantes

we climb up the stairs of the evil tower to find my daughter

and the others missing in there

sometimes it seems like a huge terrible worm is at the top

sometimes its empty

sometimes hideous ordeals that amount to nothing in the end

then i’m back in the tower where i live

“go up and see him!” urge the various changing people i live there with

or sometimes on my own

i climb up and up the stairs

to see him

he again gives me the pistol or suggests the police

at the police station i stand in a line

but the station always closes before i get to the top of the line

at the evil tower ive broken in with my pistol

up the stairs i go

empty or full of foul things

i battle and struggle alone or with comrades

we never find our missing ones

the evil at the top is always elusive

eventually at the end of my last dream

(i must have woken up n fallen back into it 15 times)

eventually i realise

why yes of course

its the same tower

why yes of course

the man i’m working for

is the evil thing

a perfectly detailed world with solidity and dimension

all within my heaving mind

i sit here now unable to forget the torment of it

is it the great gothic novel?

is it a warning?

or is it just an incredibly complex recurring dream?

i dunno

but i cant shake it off

hell!

no title

lovebringer  sing me ya elegy twists n turns have burned me cold i wake up n i’m old i sleep  n in my sleep bad dreams come cheap like everything bad starting up again in my dreams when i am other men in my head too small to contain all this self infliction pain well it certainly is strange but ive gotten out of range i shoot my words but 2 thirds are meaning less and less i prosecute myself the evidence stacks up then i got the audiences backs up the witnesses take the stand man there all me the jail is my self the sentence to be in this skin no parole no good behaviour no out or in solitary confinement the chains are  my brains my mind hems me in on all sides these bars were in my stars my own future turned round bit my arse a tragedy or farce i’m locked up but free free to choose how i lose dont wanna roll dont wanna role in this play i wrote it but i cant play it i did it but i cant say it bored with this metaphor and my fatal flaw floored with sealing my fate a fraud a fake i need a brake my heart aint listenin’ to my head  where the signal is unread red my mind blue my mind dont mind me i will lose all that i will find            

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handsome

lovebringer  sing me ya elegy

twists n turns have burned me cold

i wake up n i’m old

i sleep  n in my sleep bad dreams come cheap

like everything bad starting up again

in my dreams when i am other men

in my head too small to contain all this self infliction pain

well it certainly is strange but ive gotten out of range

i shoot my words but 2 thirds are meaning less and less

i prosecute myself

the evidence stacks up

then i got the audiences backs up

the witnesses take the stand man there all me

the jail is my self

the sentence to be in this skin

no parole no good behaviour no out or in

solitary confinement

the chains are  my brains

my mind hems me in on all sides

these bars were in my stars

my own future turned round bit my arse

a tragedy or farce

i’m locked up but free

free to choose how i lose

dont wanna roll

dont wanna role in this play

i wrote it but i cant play it

i did it but i cant say it

bored with this metaphor and my fatal flaw

floored with sealing my fate

a fraud a fake

i need a brake

my heart aint listenin’ to

my head  where the signal is unread

red my mind

blue my mind

dont mind me

i will lose all that i will find

 

 

 

 

 

 

The West Australian: The Church Looking Forward, 30 Years On

http://au.news.yahoo.com/thewest/entertainment/a/-/entertainment/9052418/the-church-looking-forward-30-years-on/ Steve Kilbey remembers the first time he was worried The Church might become irrelevant. It was just a few years into a career now spanning three decades. The moment arose in Kings Cross during the early ’80s and his blossoming rock band had just finished playing one of their early shows when a fan accosted him outside the nightclub. “This guy came up and told me about this band called Spandau Ballet and said we’d better get with it or we’d be finished,” Kilbey laughs. “He was persuasively telling me that we should become new romantics.” Thirty years on and The Church are still going strong. Three quarters of its members remain intact (Kilbey, Marty Willson-Piper and Peter Koppes with drummer Tim Powles joining in 1994). They’ve watched by as musical fashions flashed and disappeared. While Kilbey admits to enjoying a brief fascination with another English group, Simple Minds – it drove him to seek out their producer Peter Walsh to record The Church’s 1986 album Heyday – otherwise his band have remained fiercely loyal to their own ideology. “In the early days all the different fads made me feel insecure but as each new thing came along it started to affect me less and less,” Kilbey says. “Most things I’ve always purposefully reacted against, especially grunge, I had not time for that.” Over three decades The Church have remained one of the most inventive and single-minded bands in Australian rock. Founded in 1981, the band have built and maintained a cult following here and overseas on the strength of songs like Under The Milky Way and timeless albums like Starfish and Magician Among The Spirits. Spanning their 70-minute improv jam for 1998’s Hologram of Baal and a collaboration with a science fiction writer in 2008’s Shriek: Excerpts From […]

http://au.news.yahoo.com/thewest/entertainment/a/-/entertainment/9052418/the-church-looking-forward-30-years-on/

Steve Kilbey remembers the first time he was worried The Church might become irrelevant. It was just a few years into a career now spanning three decades.

The moment arose in Kings Cross during the early ’80s and his blossoming rock band had just finished playing one of their early shows when a fan accosted him outside the nightclub.

“This guy came up and told me about this band called Spandau Ballet and said we’d better get with it or we’d be finished,” Kilbey laughs.

“He was persuasively telling me that we should become new romantics.”

Thirty years on and The Church are still going strong. Three quarters of its members remain intact (Kilbey, Marty Willson-Piper and Peter Koppes with drummer Tim Powles joining in 1994). They’ve watched by as musical fashions flashed and disappeared.

While Kilbey admits to enjoying a brief fascination with another English group, Simple Minds – it drove him to seek out their producer Peter Walsh to record The Church’s 1986 album Heyday – otherwise his band have remained fiercely loyal to their own ideology.

“In the early days all the different fads made me feel insecure but as each new thing came along it started to affect me less and less,” Kilbey says.

“Most things I’ve always purposefully reacted against, especially grunge, I had not time for that.”

Over three decades The Church have remained one of the most inventive and single-minded bands in Australian rock. Founded in 1981, the band have built and maintained a cult following here and overseas on the strength of songs like Under The Milky Way and timeless albums like Starfish and Magician Among The Spirits.

Spanning their 70-minute improv jam for 1998’s Hologram of Baal and a collaboration with a science fiction writer in 2008’s Shriek: Excerpts From The Soundtrack, of all the 27 albums arguably their finest was their last, Untitled #23, which won an unprecedented five stars in Rolling Stone magazine.

Last year The Church were inducted into the Australian Rock’N’Roll Hall of Fame. Kilbey delivered a speech that has already gone down in music industry folklore. It would have been the perfect moment to bow out, Kilbey always subscribing to the idea that it’s better to burn out than fading away. But the 56-year-old singer still believes the band have more to offer.

“There’s always more songs to be written and I have things to achieve, to keep getting better and to make that perfect record,” he insists.

“You can never rest, as you do each thing you’ve got to reach for the next.”

In addition to pushing new ground, The Church are revisiting their admired back catalogue. It started in 2004 with the acoustic album El Momento Descuidado recreating a number of well known hits alongside new tracks, then continued with two greatest hits collections, Deep In The Shallows in 2007 and last year’s The Best Of The Radio Songs.

Kilbey is happy to relive the past for fans around the world so long as he keeps his better eye on the future.

“It is a fine line but I can appreciate how going back and reworking things can make the idea of pushing on with new music more attractive and can also help you understand and write better new stuff,” he says.

“Kind of like an ongoing process because no one can go back and rewrite a book or repaint a painting but I guess in music you can go back and rerecord a song.”

Next month The Church will play a sell out show at Sydney Opera House alongside a classical orchestra dubbed A Psychedelic Symphony. The marriage between seminal rock band and multi-sectioned orchestra is being overseen by the arranger George Ellis, a lifelong fan of the band who swears he met Kilbey on a street corner in Balmain in the ’80s. Kilbey can’t remember the encounter but is confident that someone who understands the band’s fluid style can successfully recreate it within the more rigid structures of classical music.

“George straddles both worlds effortlessly,” Kilbey says.

“Most arrangers wouldn’t know how to combine the two sides but he understands the problems and how to overcome them.”

Ten years ago Kilbey might never have entertained such a nostalgia trip. When he was young he’d rather go and see a 19-year-old punk strangle a guitar than delight in a 40-year-old master. Only recently has the singer mellowed his insistence that The Church must militantly look forward.

“I used to think that new ideas meant new songs and that was all I was interested in,” Kilbey explains.

“I’ve come to realise lately that you can have new ideas for old songs and new ideas of representing them to people.”

Part of the ageing baby boomer generation, Kilbey has noticed a shift in attitudes to fifty-somethings continuing to pursue credible careers in music.

As long as middle-aged music lovers comprise a dominant force in the market, and fresh faced kids continue coming to shows, he sees no reason to slow down.

“One of the things you struggle with in life and especially in the music business is growing old.

“But you have to take the passing years and use the experience you’ve gained to create a better thing.

“At my age I don’t traffic in youthful enthusiasm and anger of a young man, I traffic in experience and wisdom and technical excellence in playing and writing, or striving for it at least.”

Three decades of hard work appears to be paying off. The Church returned from the US last month to what band members and critics have described as perhaps their best ever tour. Sell out crowds and standing ovations greeted the band as they spanned their back catalogue to the delight of audiences. Kilbey believes that even now the band have turned a corner.

“It was as if we’d been learning a new language for the past 30 years getting better and better slowly but surely and then suddenly we were speaking the language absolutely fluently.

“Suddenly we were speaking the language of The Church perfectly and instead of being a bunch of rockers thrashing out a song on stage we were actually musicians carefully reproducing things accurately with all the colours of the musical palate being utilised.

“Through every last note, whisper and beat on the drum everybody was perfectly in the moment.”

The Church play A Psychedelic Symphony at Sydney Opera House on April 10.” –
Ross Purdie, AAP Entertainment Writer, AAP
March 22, 2011, 8:49 am

meeter

headache clouds gather wanna hide away from all that is unhidden skulk deep into some covers and dream a forever so warm outside the green billowing sea grasping at our shores peace is delicate my eyes blur the words my ears veil the sound nothing more to say than that just another afternoon before its all drifted away

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shadow cabernet

headache

clouds gather

wanna hide away from all that is unhidden

skulk deep into some covers and dream a forever

so warm outside

the green billowing sea grasping at our shores

peace is delicate

my eyes blur the words

my ears veil the sound

nothing more to say than that

just another afternoon

before its all drifted away

orchestral man overs in the night

arranging with an arranger adding strings n things whatsa a fuckin’ bassoon do n all that malarkey a bit more friggin’ pizzicato a tad more bleedin’ french horn give those cellos a bitta welly guvnor turn up the whatchamacallit for more wallop fuck yeah more tremulated crotchets and make it allegro make it presto hey make the geezas on those woodwinds earn their top dollar whip that lazy harpist why its patti hood from armenia she escaped from the 13th century and now shes as slim as a teenager still the old armenian magic in her fingers telling stories of the distant stars and the struggle of life telling stories of the deeply rivered land and the  love that lives on after the bodys death her fingers back n forth on the strings like a widow weaving fate on her enchanted loom like an eastern witch casting some mesmerising spell backwards and forwards her fingers weave in mathematical poems up and back she never misses her mark as she plucks and she lays out as she touches and watches that beautiful sound oh that heavenly music sprinkled all over the churches hammer and cruise oh yeah pity you aint got your tickets coz its almost sold out too bad this is a one off me old matey dvd yeah but…. i really wish i could have all of you there but still….. back to work        

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mr clean with (soy) milk

arranging with an arranger

adding strings n things

whatsa a fuckin’ bassoon do n all that malarkey

a bit more friggin’ pizzicato

a tad more bleedin’ french horn

give those cellos a bitta welly guvnor

turn up the whatchamacallit for more wallop

fuck yeah more tremulated crotchets and make it allegro

make it presto hey

make the geezas on those woodwinds earn their top dollar

whip that lazy harpist why its patti hood from armenia

she escaped from the 13th century and now shes as slim as a teenager

still the old armenian magic in her fingers

telling stories of the distant stars and the struggle of life

telling stories of the deeply rivered land

and the  love that lives on after the bodys death

her fingers back n forth on the strings

like a widow weaving fate on her enchanted loom

like an eastern witch casting some mesmerising spell

backwards and forwards her fingers weave in mathematical poems

up and back she never misses her mark

as she plucks and she lays out

as she touches and watches

that beautiful sound oh that heavenly music

sprinkled all over the churches hammer and cruise

oh yeah pity you aint got your tickets coz its almost sold out

too bad this is a one off me old matey

dvd yeah but….

i really wish i could have all of you there

but still…..

back to work