The Time Being | Steve Kilbey

presently our company rounded the great green hills
that divided ante-lebanon from olde saxony
david and bathsheba dismounted immediately
their dwarf running hither and, yes, thither
all dressed in his yellow livery
and pouring red wine from a big green bottle
marked danger
the clearing had been decked out in gay abandon
standards and flags fluttered in the sweetest breezes
tony and cleo showed up bearing gifts and raving
about a new theatre in alexandria
my young ocelot delighted to be let free and
it greeted each guest with a painful nip if they bore no gifts
my twin sister kathy was there looking radiant
at a distance
she twirled away through the trees
dancing with the handsomest brutes one can well imagine
the band played on
their violins woke the crooning nightingales who sang backups
david neil, yes, david neil stepped out of the lengthening shadows
he smiled to see me standing there
striding through the glade in his thunderbolt suit
white lightning? he spoke like a ghost
welcome david you are welcome here…i said shaking his hand
davids already drunk on the night
he plucks another drink off a waiter dressed as some dopey eros
whats this ?he demands of the waiter
dopey eros says
why sir
that drink is called drink
and it contains
one shot of writhing n blues
one shot of triple sec
one shot to the head
one ounce of raspberry pulp
one shot of belladonna
one shot of deadmans tears
one shot of nepenthe……
oh! said david neil interrupting him…nepenthe….
go on david
sing nepenthe i said
go on! yelled out somebody else
yes david sing us nepenthe they all shouted out
david took up his 12 string guitar
and he pulled that david neil face
that one where he stares off into the future
and he sings to you of wreck n ruin
and his early demise and his late appointments
and with indecision within decision
you wanna hear nepenthe? he whispers to us
yeah! we all answer back a unified beast
ok ….he grins
and re tunes his guitar for a while
i’m sure youve all heard nepenthe by now
davids last big hit
before he….
but that still perhaps remains in the future
where it belongs with all other trouble
tonight we are at this pastoral romp
and lo and behold
david neil himself will sing his most achingly beautiful song
the one where the music sounds all babylonian
like it had skimmed in ninevehs hit parade
david fucking neil, man
will you look at that cat go
he plays that sad long weird phrase on his guitar
all chordal flourishes with slight dissonant implication
he begins to sing:

down by the ocean
down by the shores
shifting sands
octopus woman
holds 8 drinks
in her 8 hands

in one hand i hold water
in one hand hand i hold wine
in one hand i hold yours my love
and another i hold thine
and in the fifth is honeyed ale
and in the sixth is coke
the seventh is a mystery
but the eighth
ah the eighth
it s my own little joke

nepenthe
oh welcome forgetfulness
forget forget forget….yourself…

the mob howled their applause
flowers fell from some lovely scented place
the peoples spirits bucked up and happiness was truly abroad
well done, david neil!
david shrugs: aw its just a songy song …its nothing really..
a kind of mist comes down
everything travels within its aureole
mescalito pops in and remembers us to a friend
david n i step outside the forest for a moment
i take the melting mirror
he takes the door in the tree
we meet up outside the exit sign
which flashes dimly within the clinging mist
david pulls out a joint
he lights it up
so how you really doing, man ? he asks
yeah fine jus’ fine …i say
are you sure? he says offering me a smoke
nah …i say ambiguously
david shrugs
yeah he says eventually
it really is time you went straight

none of it
oh childe
its so much stranger than fiction
which poet could ever dream this up
every level has another level
when i do this or that
i do it on a symbolic level
on a real and surreal and hyper real level
on a physical level
on a level of another million glorious implications
on a sexual level
on a suggestive level
on a mythical level
on a prehistoric level
on an astral level
on a causal level
on sea level
on sensuous level
on an evil level
on a moral level
on a financial level
on a macro level
on a microscopic level
on a humourous level
on a magical level
on a spiritual level
on a poetic level
fill in your favourite level here
you olde devil
you olde white devil….
the levels are truly infinite
you can move in any direction you like
if you have the validity of any moves
i mean a fucking pawn cant just jump in any direction
a pawn is a pawn in the game baby
being pushed straight along by fate or duty
or whatever unseen fingers urging it along
but pawns always contain the incredible ability
to become anything they damn well want
if they can only get there
but there is where all the magic is
you could wander this earth and
never bump into a single magickal thing
or you could live in an age of miracles
and be surrounded in it
and move in the light
and remain in the light
of course
you know i’m gonna say
ha ha baby
this is not that age
and indeed it is not
but still there must be clues
if youre ready to look
if you keep your mind open
and youre ready to fly right out
if youre skull cant contain you
use the old ways
yoga is waiting to help you
the plants are waiting to help you
breath is waiting to help you
your past lives
stacked in every conceivable direction
are waiting to help you
you wouldnt even have to break the law
but jesus they make it hard for you
why do our modern authorities attempt to cage us?
for our own good……..sorry….it cant be that
theyd happily get us killed in much stupider ways
than leaving us alone to explore our nature
our nature as much as theirs
but we have to accept the fact
that “the authorities” are stupid and scared
and have done a right royal job of fucking things up
for all of us
and why would they be likely to stop anytime soon?
they put me thru school
and tried to turn me into
a person with all his filters turned on
so all i saw was reading
writing
arithmetic
that little british voice
came on the school radio
trying to keep us in some victorian nightmare
of tally ho the empire
and cricketing stories for boys
and how we gave gerry what for
and good old captain cook
and mr thompkins gave us six of the best
but i kept on believing
hanging off aslans every word
i wanted to get into narnia, you see
cos some people out here were ruining my trip
marc bolan made it all seem so easy
days of love are always in a dream you know…he sang
it seemed to make sense
but youre battling the sheer brute force of education
my headmaster says study study study
i couldnae study
my mind wouldnt couldnt co operate with that malarkey
i was brainwashed by the fools
they didnt know what they did
just like the useless pricks who banged jesus up
or little steven who burned down the park
everybody rushing into mistakes
all of us programmed to self destruct
how can we deny everything else
to concentrate on this one channel
that they let us watch?
i’m drowning in their second hand ideas
they dont know the whole picture
and they wouldnt let us have it if they did
im talking about the kinda thinking
that keeps kennedys assassination under wraps
until we all dead
kinda thinking starts wars n bumps off marilyn monroe
yeah you know
that current paradigm
should mix in a little indian
should mix in a little lemurian
should mix in a little alien
should mix in a little triple sec
should be able to do whatever you like
as long as….etc etc etc
anyway the best fun is still and will always be free
somethings under our noses everywhere
its so funny this must be earth
isnt that just like home?
anyway
poets get paid to explore these things
what can i say?
the universe remains ineffable
even me
and i cut deep
and we all go along way back
and everything you know is wrong is also right
thats not what you wanted to hear
its not what i wanted to write
but then again i’m justa stupid pawn
(but i dont dig no prawn)

these words have i been bid to declare
as i struggle with this language
so long it has taken me

i am a nameless magician
i travel throughout and within
i move in tomorrow
some call me helio-ixx
some call me drink
i come when i am called
i have been called
by preparation
by austerities
by dint of will
by saint peter
summoned here here here
let me then tell you of lemuria
i was there yesterday only yesterday only only only
oh lemuria a magickal land
hidden
only i
only i
with the keys to some kingdom
saint peter has called me
san pedro maybe he is really called
but my language is pre spanish
buy a million miles
lemuria
everything is possible
brigadoon in south america
i jump from place to place
i am something between monkey and jaguar
i move through smooth space
like an arrow
i bring it all together
i fall in the future
the power is mine to take
i am here now
as you are my witness
lemuria
does that name ring a bell
ding dong ding dang dong
i am here
i live on sweet milk and fruit
i move through treetops
with my female consort
whom i ravish throughout the ages
i am inside the trees
inside inside inside
in the most inside
i am further inside
of the most outside
i am further outside
power flows through me
i am almost nothing
i am emptiness
i pure alert
i harness night
i surprise myself, saint peter
to find i am the real deal
real deal
deal real
i deal out the deadmans hand
given under my hand
given under the law
magic magic magic
visions
the choking jungle
the lovely jungle
the flowers
the birds
i meet mescalito
i am a mayan
i am among my friends
here i am at home in the real lemuria
imagine if it was no joke
the truth
this thing is so huge
and no one has a handle on it
mescalito fucking hugged me man
and said welcome i been waiting for you
this is all yours
you have come home
home to lemuria
and your jungle
abra cadabra

zeus the thunderer was no longer listening
his daughter was berating him
whining at him
sulking with him
odysseus this
odysseus that
he had smiled when he heard calypsos name mentioned
ah calypso …..
he sank into a reverie
he had known calypso well
he would rumble out of the sky over her island
her island which was a just a point in a blue sea
her island of enchantments
he stroked his beard and gazed into the distance
he felt his potency rise
he licked his unbelievably handsome lips
while athene complained and irked
zeus stopped time
with memories more vivid than the reality of men
he revisited calypso
her aisles of delights
her potions that had caused the love increased
her skillful hands that flew and hovered
the willows alders and cypresses
her ambrosia
her nights like nectar
but that was all long ago
long long long ago
on that last time
as he was leaving
calypso said
i guess i’ll see you round….
yeah…..zeus said
they both had known it was over
back in olympus
athene shakes his arm
youre not even listening to me are you?
zeus breaks off his reverie
how dare you talk to me like that?
athene glares at her father
odysseus….
zeus interrupts her
poseidon is furious with this character…!
athene starts listing out all odysseus’ woes
OK OK OK thunders zeus
odysseus ….why should he care….yet…
what is it to you that he should do this or that? he asks
athene is a very cool goddess i mean shes very wise
but this question hurts her
because even though she is wise and clever
she is also very vain and very jealous and very bitter
we know this because she competed for that damned stupid apple
bloody apples
eris as the snake
offers eve the golden apple
from the tree of life
and on it is written
kallisti
to the most beautiful
and
discordia as snow whites evil stepmother
twice removed as a crone
says
here my dearie
take this lovely golden apple
from an old woman
and she cackles
as snow white flicks her black bangs back
and goggles the inscription
to the most beautiful
and loki
disguised as kilbey as a boy
offers miss mountjoy his teacher
a golden delicious
and as she takes it
she sees a small sticker that says
to the most beautiful
and so you see
athene had righteously thought
that that apple belonged to her
she wasnt just wise
she was beautiful as well, for titans sake
couldnt a goddess be wise and pretty?
did one negate the other?
in hera…yes!
neither wise nor pretty…
in aphrodite…yes!
the original dumb blonde thought athene
but athene had it all….she thought
but ever since aphrodite got that fucking apple
she was feeling….undesired….
and…
the truth was
she was in love with odysseus
she was wise enough to not get involved with a mortal
but she still couldnt help herself
fixing things from a distance
opening some doors
pulling some strings
some times they saw each other face to face
she was an awesome lady to be sure
but odysseus had never thought of athene in that way
she was like a powerful austere aunt
how sad she would have been
to know he thought of her in this way
how surprised he would have been
to have known his protectress
harboured lustful feelings for his mortal hide
angrily athene guessed that aphrodite was behind all this
her little bastard son with the bow and the arrows
love like life
life like love
idiot love will cause confusion
athene stamped her divine foot
daddy, cant you just do this one thing for me, please?
zeus acquiesced
hermes! he shouted
hermes strolls in
a well toned young cat
pretty much naked
except for a wispy loin cloth
a golden helmet with wings that bark
and golden winged eel fingerling sandals
hermes delivers messages for his boss
zeus says
hermes…go n sort this out for me, old son
hermes says
whats the trouble, squire?
zeus says
nip down n pay a visit to calypso n tell ‘er
to bloody well let that odysseus go or else
hermes says
no problemo,boss…and what if she dont want to?
zeus says
you know what to do
hermes says
consider it done!
now right now
as you sit and read these words
hermes is skipping cross the water like a stone
hes sprinting over the vast seas
all the way down from snowy olympus’ mists
now he shoots over the tropical ocean
wherein lies the nymphs isle
if you were in a boat on that sea
you would see a golden young god
flash across the backs of the waves
rushing headlong
to where odysseus sits
watching the horizon

meanwhile
in 1250 BC
odysseus still sitting on that lovely little beach
on his way home
everything he’s been through
the men hes killed
the cities he has laid waste
the women he has had
the riches he acquires and loses
the miles he has travelled
always struggling and struggling
always plagued by fate
undone in triumph
hated by the sea god poseidon
loved by wisdom herself, athene
odysseus trying to get back home
empty handed
scarred and tired
hes met his match
calyspo the witch
calypso the demi-goddess
calypso the nymph, oh!
calypso on her isle of marvels
odysseus wanting wanting wanting his home
and all that it contains
(somewhere in 1965
10 year old s kilbey says
yet you spent 7 years on that island…..!?.. )
can you modern readers imagine
odysseus our hero
lost in the sea
comes to this isle
half drowned
battered driven by the wind and waves
a remote place
as he lays on the shore
coughing out the sea
convulsing and shivering
too enfeebled to move
in a cold fever
so much driftwood
someone finds him
takes him in
revives him
fortunately
unfortunately
that someone
is the ageless immortal calypso
a lovely creature indeed
long and lithe in her viridian gown
enchantress
neither good nor evil
the 2 regard each other
odysseus sitting up in her bed convalescing
calypso feeding him delicate morsels
massaging his knotted back with her healing hands
her maids bathe odysseus and giggle
men of his calibre dont wash up that often
not like odysseus
what it is it about him ? she wonders to herself
odysseus is glad to be alive
he is grateful for her hospitality
but he is wary
remember he thinks to himself
circe
another witch
yes odysseus had tangled with circe
turning his men into swine
she had stripped him naked and commanded him to ravish her
she said
come with me to my bed
so that in making love
we may learn to trust one another…
odysseus said
circe
you order me to be gentle with you
you who turned my men into pigs
in your own house…..!
but they had been lovers
and she willingly restored his men
and it had been hard for odysseus
to leave her island
and now…..
almost 13 years since he set out for troy
odysseus finds himself becalmed for 7 years
how did they spend the days?
wandering the island
calypso taught him of its flowers
the names of its birds
they saw dawn rise in the skies
they dipped in the sea
they walked in the sun
and they loved in the black fragrant nights
imagine them in her cave
tireless and ardent
the witch
with her love and magic
the man
with his long agonizing journey and his cunning
imagine the things they said to each other
imagine the things that they kept from each other
imagine odysseus’ heart torn in 2
how did the time drag or glide for him?
what could 7 years mean to an eternal creature?
yet
calypso
offered odysseus immortality
he would still be alive today
yet
but
he needed to get home
he had to get home
for the sake of the story
for the sake of destiny
for fates own reasons
eventually athene
pleads with her father zeus
please daddy
tell that fucking nymph to let my odysseus go…

odysseus awakes in the remarkable stillness of dawn
calypso is gone from the bed
he has never seen the nymph sleep
all is so quiet
lost track of the days
lost track of the love
lost track of the sea
lost track of…
he gets up from her soft bed
where she has loved gods
where she has loved heroes from ages past
her bed where she never sleeps only loves
odysseus looks in her mirror
his tanned battered intelligent face
his straight nose
his frowning eyes
his planes and angles
he’s seen better days
befuddled
moving slowly as if in a dream
dreams of struggling
never fulfilling the task
never getting it done
never never never
let that word echo round her cave
things in the mirror flicker
things in the mirror change
odysseus sees himself an old old man
his strong limbs withered
his robust body weakened
his unswerving gaze now rheumy and faltering
calypso appears behind him, the old man
unchanged for all the years
she steps out of her robe
the old odysseus watched her in the mirror
she goes to her bed and lays down
she beckons to him
she lies on her side and beckons to him
come yes come she says and he hears her only in his mind
as the old man watches in the mirror
his younger self goes to the immortal nymph
through tears and years the old man sees them
lovely lady of the sea and shore
calypso so soft and hard
she moans just like a mortal woman
the mirror changes as if filled with vapour
the mirror reveals an empty bed
voices all around whisper in odysseus’ ear
words he cannot understand
he reaches out but the caves walls seem to move
in the mirror he goes out into her wonderful garden
he looks at her flowers
that pulsate in strange colours and vibrancy
the flowers move in unison to the first breezes of the day
everything has changed
odysseus feels open
everything is coming in
this wondrous bower
the grapes which grow on trellises
her sheep and goats graze for the wool
that the lady spins upon her loom
her birds
for the lady must have song
but when she sings all else is silent in the world
and her voice shames the nightingales
2 tiny rivers run through her garden from a spring
” my garden is an inclosed spring, my love” she had said
holding his hand to her
odysseus remembered this and smiled
he watched the nymphs minnows dart in her silver streams
he put his head down to the waters and
he drank from her crystal spring deeply
as he lifted his head
in the rippling reflections
he saw her form once again
move like a dream
across his life
calypso weaving
calypso singing
calypso brushing her dark hair in the mirror
calypso walking with her goats
calypso at midday as she swam in the sea
calypso in the long afternoons of her endless summer
calypso telling him of times long ago
of jason of theseus of perseus
all she had known
the isle was alive
and everything there did its mistress’ bidding
the fruit grew and was sustained by her powers
the elementals obeyed her
the rain fell only when she desired
odysseus went down to the shore
as he did every day
as he had done for thousands of days
the sea stretched away
away away away
he could not even remember
why he had wanted to leave

odysseus
we see him now
he’s a medium man in everyway
only his eyes
only his eyes have this look
they are the colour of the sea
we see the nymph calypso
tall pale dark haired
tattooed on her skin spells and enchantments
they sit together on a little beach
she lightly strokes his back
her fingers move like electricity underskin
odysseus stifles a shudder of pleasure
for the nymph makes men forget themselves
here on her island
here in this glittering grey sea
here on this strange and random world
the sun sets but the evening is warm
the man eats cheese and bread
he drinks a deep draught of calypsos wine
her fingers and her dark wine continue to bewitch him
odysseus on the enchanted isle
calypso with her crystal rivulets and her golden loom
her seabirds and falcons
her lovely maids each a different elemental
calypso sings in her unfathomable voice
as she sings we see her songs manifest as foggy images
we smell faint aromas
we taste but distantly ambrosia
the nymph sings
of arcadia of pan of the grape
of wondrous heaven
of zeus’ love for mortal women
of the burning cold stars
of sleep
of dream
of mortal mans death
see her dressed in red
her black hair bound back
her amulets of sea silver
her anklets of jade
her ring is a golden skull with sapphire eyes
ardent and immortal witch
odysseus stares out to sea
a medium man in every way

underglass
finalization of the cut
out with the old
in with the pneumatic
torn away
more kilbey…oh no
someone watching me
envying me
cursing me
you know where i am
come on n get me
as if i dont know who you are
you think : oh it couldve been me…
no
no it couldnt have been you
you didnt have what it took
i didnt decide that
everybody else did
its a free market
and frankly you had no marginal utility
you never even knew me
but oh how it must have goaded you to see me rise
and still no one loved you
yes i understand the craving for love
poor you…unadored all these years
how can you bear it?
the weight of all that obscurity
and there he is
your opposite
your opposite in everything
hes reappeared
hes getting the keys to some kingdom
you stewing in your day job
i would be sad but thats what you deserved
many were called but few were chosen
you betrayed yourself
you were not where you wanted to be
i’m sure youd happily forgotten about me
and then
damn it
i was probably stuck in your face
that name going round in your brain
oh my pretty face in a magazine
kilbey says this
kilbey says that
it must have made you fume
but you had no platform
but you had no forum
but you had no listeners except a few bored cronies
theyd heard it all before
and eventually switched off
when you started your rants about me
all that pent up steam!
i wonder at what stage did you realise it was over
and mercifully give up?
i wasnt surprised the first time when it was you hassling me
and i’m not surprised now
you see
if anyone understands envy its me
everyone here knows that
loads of envy festering in me..to my own ruination
how excited you must have been
when you finally found a platform
a platform to tell people that…..
that…
and thats where it kind of went wrong for you
because you realised
well
there really wasnt much to say
youre all jumped up and ready to go
but
jesus
you aint got much information
you dont really know me
you cant really say anything bad about me
but you hang in there
being a mystery sniper over the years….
(pardon me, i’m yawning again)
but you just cant handle it
even after my ups and downs
if you see anyone “loving” me
it incenses you
why?
well its obvious i suppose
you think
why dont they “love” me?
well the reason that they dont
is that youre an anonymous sniper
on someones blogs comments
and that doesnt get much adoration
unless youre really funny….nope
or cute…nope
or even in-the-know…nope
youre a bitter shadow from the past
youre a face accosting me at a mall
this is the difference between us
i went out n made starfish n jack frost n priest n etc
you did a cover version of a 2 chord new wave song
and it was a little dull n dismal
not one person ever adored you for it
let me tell you adoration isnt all its cracked up to be
its fickle
and it bites
and it hurts
and it hurts when its all gone
it wouldnt have suited you
it wasnt on the cards for you
i know it sounds cruel
but im trying to let you off the hook
the hook of your obsessive hatred
let your axe be ground
turn your sword into a ploughshare
just breathe n let it go
forget about me
go gently into that good night
youre alive…rejoice!
maybe theres still hope
now
let it go

yawn
maybe i am keeping 50 people happy
how many was baudelaire keeping happy?
how many was vincent van go go keeping happy?
at least its 50 more than you ,mr anonymous
there are many ways to measure success and failure
money is one way
hey i made enough money to get here
and never work for the man
and all the ideas i work on are from my own head
i have dreampt up stuff to keep me going
i know you didnt really want an answer
but there you go
i realise your own frustrations cause you to lash out
at people you perceived as being “loved”
sometimes everyone feels like that
your complete lack of talent n your tiny penis have not helped
never mind
you now made the grade
bickering with a washed up rockers die-hard fans
such a hollow triumph
or did you feel good?
meanwhile in bondi
the washed up rocker has celebrated chrimbo too hard
yoga n swimming have been neglected
and lying around groaning is being pursued
i watch my 3 kids take ricky apart on a windy park
at the edge of the great ocean
but i am powerless to help him
as they ride, pummel and buck
eve is really going for it
and the baby runs around squealing in excitement
but im lying on a park bench half asleep
under a grey low sky
i wake up every now n then confused
to see my kids giving ricky a good razz
the kids are all tanned…n evie freckling
scarlet has a golden colour on her face
she truly is the most exquisite kid
she hurts her foot and i carry her
she gives me tiny little kisses
and whispers i love you dad
i say if you keep doing that
i’ll keep on carrying you…..
yes
i am proud of my daughters
they are bloody lovely
and unlike me
they get on well with everyone
any one of em
could be a prime minister
or an incredible actress
or a famous artist
or a really good friend
its like nature has corrected all the design errors in me
and got it right in them
less the hostility and bitterness that plagues me
my kids are loved and they know it
thats what i can do for my family
i dont come home drunk n violent
i dont slap their mother about
i dont gamble and play around
i’m there for em most of the time
i wasnt for elli n minna n thats a terrible thing
thats one benefit of being a washed up rocker
no day job
oh i’d take one if i could
yes
to try and get ahead i would
if there was a job i could do
but there isnt
and i’d ruin it for the others working there
so dont wish me on the work force
still
one has to do what one has to do
and i will
(whatever it takes at the time)
blah blah blah
how silly of me to explain myself
as if you dont already know
youd never dare to say these things to my face
because then i’d look you in the eye
and answer you
and you wouldnt like my answer
your advice to me
is like me advising bob dylan what to do
its null n void
itd be like me advising you about your investments
itd be like a herring in the northern sea
telling a panther what to do
a mangy one but a panther none the less
remaining in the ruins of ecstasy
grooving out his terminal buzz
and look
i thought maybe you would understand this
the whales are optional
eject the whales
when youre cruising down a shuddering highway
and your top is rolled down
and youre grooving
suddenly them whales start up
(first thing: are they actually whales?)
second thing : would you rather 20 minutes of silence?)
just eject it
you dont HAVE to listen to em
you got painkiller for 3 bucks
n berate me for it?
as if i fucking care how much you paid for it
i’m busy planning new stuff
im gonna have an exhibition
and every painting will have words n music attached
is that moving on?
i’m working on gb3
im working on k/k
we’re finishing the churchs new album
blah blah
you know it all
i fight the good fight
armed with my ideas
i am allowed a little destructive leeway
from my admirers
because i have created so much
but you…..?
cant you see what a fool you are?

the day after christmas
whoah!
nk made roast vegan chrimbo dinner
in attendance nelg
thee mr ricky
jlk
ak n ek
lil sk
warm warm night
people out n partying
see guy dancing with/ doing his girlfriend in a window
english kids at the bankomat
talking about cocaine too loud
talking about this n that
greedy killer what have you done
we party on till 6 oclock in the morning
we have a cup of coffee and sit outside
watching the moving jumping stars
we see a guy practicing these waltz steps on his own
we hear someone violently puke
we watch as all the lights go off
only when morning is touching the sky
with her rosy fingers
do we finally retire into the house
nk has her party mix on
i hear autosleeper by chapterhouse
i hear the verve
i hear grants far out corporation
we play black ryders album over n over
the black ryders (unfinished?) album
jesus…its transcendent …
nk keeps going oh this is my favourite track
and playing them over n over
the black ryder are scott von rypers band
with aimee nash of course(spelling?)
they shoegaze and implode in sweet sweet music
wow we dig this record immensely
its become a firm fave for these intoxi-nites
supplanting even the stooges
there is no higher compliment i think
than to listen to music high
this black ryder is sweet sometimes sickly sweet
its naive and knowing
its innocent and burnt out
things are submarine
theres no clarity
everything floats n wafts or is frazzled
its like an x ray of a rock band
everything appears at once
the record is impossibly “druggy”
without probably ever mentioning it
i cant really hear that much of the singing
its not necessarily necessary
of course thee mr ricky is playing on it too
jesus hes on glen bennies album too
looping and going backwards n all his usual tricks
ricky and i share an aesthetic
we understand
we love
we always using
the drone
that note which goes thru everything
painkiller 2….
scott plays some lonesome lonely slide guitar
hes a subtle kind of guy
softly spoken
a real olde fashioned gentleman
his guitaring seems to partially represent this
maymi on the other hand
a passionate arrogant bloke with conviction
his guitar playing is like that
he and scott n william get all merged up
you cant tell where one ends n the other begins
this delights el maymo
who loves getting lost in the other instruments
maymi n i
we both love stuff like
spaceman 3
spectrum
spiritualized
loop
neu
ride
straitjacket fits
bill nelson
the underground lovers
the triffids
eno n fripp
its not about your prestige on the lead guitar
its about the creation of atmosphere
thats what we do
create atmospheres
painkiller 2 is enough atmosphere to breathe
but be careful
it could make you lightheaded
we attempt to conjure up the feeling
of being out of your mind on dope n speed
or the flickering formless chaos of falling asleep
the acid explosion
the final victory of unconsciousness
rah rah rah!