The Time Being | Steve Kilbey

yessaday have nice day at bimbadgen winery
i manage to reconcile being a husband father n son n player
you see my lovely mother came to the winery to see me play too
it was a very hot day
we hadda nice drive up from syddley north n then west
we play the deluxe edish of born sandy devotional
we stop at forest of tranquility rest area
scarlet needs to be unleashed from her car seat for a while
shes been calling out like a baby whale in distress for a few miles
and i feel her restlessness filling the car
poor olde auroras asthmas been getting her down a bit lately
shes been coughing a bit and i wish there was something i could do
shes the most low-keyed of all my kids
i take her for a wee-wee and she keeps up a steady patter of quiet chatter
the bloody kids have no idea how much i love em
and actually they have no where to put all that hope n anxiety
so i just walk along with my hand on her shoulder
we drive thru the beautiful vineyards of the hunter valley
i feel a bit nervous
and i realise i gotta go from fambley man to joe rockstar in about an hour
when we get to the nice cool tent
my mum n her husband are there
mums looking a bit overheated
but im glad they got in alright anyway
n found their way backstage
theres 5 thousand people out there
security men
porta loos
cars parked everywhere
brynny powles is there too
and the doodles n bryn proceed to go crazy until we leave
this means running round flat out
screaming at top of lungs
n not listening to anybody
rikki tikki tavi from the brain-jonesing machete rock combo is there too
and we chat to ash from paul jellys band
who it turns out is a huge fan of the bjm
rikki is suitably embarrassed
we offer ash a smoke but he refrains
i gotta remember my licks he says
rikki n i both laugh
we only remember our licks when we smoke the ‘erb
if youre around after ive played… ash offers hopefully
i wasnt
but maybe rikki got ash to smoke (ha ha)
kelso wandered around with a very “model-y” looking galpal
and i talked to him briefly after i played
and i was glad that i set the record strate the other day
and ya know
im honest with you
and im honest with him
if i make a mistake i’ll own up
i tell kelso im envious of him
but he just smiles
he IS a very very nice bloke
and in a bizness full of idiots n pricks
you can bet its a rarity
the chirch play a bit of a struggley show
but we convert em in the end
block rocks their winery hearts
and we perspire but not expire
in the generous heat
i pose n ponce about
knowing my wife daughters and mother are watching
im up on the big big screen too
sweating n swaying around
afterwards they all like it
even bryn joins in
re-singing under the milky way for me
just in case i wanted to hear it again
we ate some food
hung out a bit
davey scotland n joe lee from baby grande were there
plus my brother john n zoe
the other guys work much harder than me
signing cds n stuff
but i hate fucking doing all that
so i just hang about talking to my mother
who asks where all the drinks come from
shes amazed we dont have to pay
“do you mean they just give you all these drinks?”
she says pointing to our black tubs full of ice n lemonade
n beer n apricot nectar n red bulls n red wine etc etc
doesnt she know that ya get free drinks everynight
which is a blessing im not overfond of booze
finally the doodles n bryn are running round the compound
going im a little train choo choo choo
i decide to join them
its wonderfully “empowering”
(i hate that word)
i get in touch with my inner child
(not that hard to do for me)
and i make a right goose of myself
(as usual)
but then how many 52 year olds
can run round yelling im a little train?
we leave earlyish
im sure i missed out on a party
n a tearfull goodbye with chrissie
but what the heck…?
nice drive in darkness
the falcon devours the miles
a smooth beast
at last
i get a bargain!
anyway
when we get in its nearly midnite
but the bumper whose slept most of the way
is laying down the law
and her earsplitting scream is her power of veto
bumper had a good day at bimbadgen
getting lotsa women (n men) all clucky
and she fitted in pretty well
but now at home
shes grumpy n raining on my parade
my oh my shes a hard lady to handle
anyway today is sunday
have been for swim at beachy already
very hot n steamy
now im off work for a few weeks at least
ah relaxation…
uh oh her comes the bumper
better look busy

today is bimbadgen winery
the last gig of pretenders tour
chrissie said “nice gig” or something to me
as i walked off last night
then she thanked us from the stage
its sad i woulda liked to have been her friend
i mean we both vegans
we both vehemently anti-meat
we both olde
we both play in bands
you see…we had a lot in common…
nevermind
fair enough
but i guess im gonna kinda miss her…..
and …wow….
whatever ya say about her
shes unique
she picks up her guitar n opens her mouth
and out comes something no one else can do
and shes a cool woman in a blokey boring showbiz world
today im taking the whole fambley up to the winery
tims daughter bryn ‘ll be there too
shes a few months younger than the doodles
she looks like a 3 rd doodle too
anyway i guess kelso ‘ll be there too
with his sentimental bloke routine
and the chirch
rocking in the wilderness
under fair blue skies
before the pissed punters
scoffing down the fucking claret n merlot
the sweet stickies(bimbadgen the best)
the cab savs
the shiraz baybee
whatever i dunno what those punters get pissed on
but we get em at 5 in arvo semi pissed n in the sun
rocknroll my brethren
supporting the nicest man in the world
and the best chicksinger ever with about 25 hits
theres the chirch
in the sun
in the rain
standing in a carpark in ohio
or coming to a deadend in the snow in norway
or a midnite cafe in cologne
or a trailer at a festival in orange county
stopping for a can of red bull in arizona where its a hundred n fifteen degrees
hanging round a rat infested alleyway out the back of 9.30 club d.c.
driving thru hail
sleet
bushfires
roadblocks
snow
brainstorms
alien sightings
missing members
breakdowns n start-ups
oh god we’re going the wrong way
no seats on plane
baggage complaints dept
is there anything vegetarian ? dept
but thats only 2 n half hours sleep! dept
the early morning wake up
but you cant wake up
standing in a market square in italy miming tantalized
on a tv show in rome knocking out reptile thru tiny amps
making a video next to a weir in victoria
flying into paris lonely at dawn
hostile customs officers grope thru my belongings
a cafeteria somewhere a fly lands on a sandwich
jumping in the cab saying goodbye goodbye goodbye
up all night on a ferry with a lucky streak playing roulette
black 13
ahh……yes!
in the mud at roskilde
on flat green lawns in holland…pop in the park
arguing in a marquee in dallas
or bumping into damien lovelock at an airport
or seeing thom yorke shopping duty free at heathrow
or having to flush my stash in switzerland n then NOT getting searched
doing yoga on a stairwell in florida looking out over ft lauderdale
standing outside a hotel having a fire drill
stopping for a wee on a lonely stretch in queensland
visiting somebodies mum somewhere in connecticut on thanksgiving
but our black busdriver wouldnt come in
sitting in business class on finnair with a crying aussie roadie
all the business men crossing n recrossing their legs
getting my guitar nicked in nyc
the sumptuous dressing rooms
the tiny black holes of horror
being accosted by complete idiots
being loved so much that youre hated
being disappointing
being ordinary
being tired
being in time
goodbye
goodbye
goodbye

yes blogge fiendss
its the olde killer back here on the prophet margins
riding shotgun on yer shopping trolley
sorting the metaphysical wheat from the chaff
dotting yer eyes and saving you all those nasty commas
well i hate to name drop
but last nites ride to penriff special guest star
was rikki or ricky or whatever permutation he use to spell it..
(why cant everyone be called steve….?)
who of course is the lead rhythm geetar player for the brianjonestown mascara
who actually get mobbed….
that little devil gets me so jealous when he tells me
the bjm get mobbed…?!
why…i aint been mobbed since…
hmmm..lemme see
well once i think i might have been standing in front of simone le blobs chauffeur
and got mobbed accidentally
actually when i come to think of it…
do i really wanna be mobbed…?
its a little like being razzed at school
a whole loada strangers grabbing at ya n kneeing ya in the balls
anyway rikki is in the most bohemian band in the world
they make the church look like the new christy minstrels
and his girlfriend is a yoga teacher
and he lives in san francisco where hippies were invented…
i mean how much more fuckin’ bohemian can a bohemiann get…?
so we drive out to pen-riff way out west
its pretty surreal out here for me
i mean it frightens me a little out here in this farflung satellite
man they never used ta particularly like the church out here way back when
we drive into the ginormous penrith panthers footy club
(do they let mangey panthers in for free tho?)
this place is as big as a small mall
and guess what
the people here are
super super lovely
and although i dont have my tour pass
they happily lead me thru the huge gambling caverns full of pokies
and a lyric comes into my head unbidden
i am a addict
the ice or the dice
theyre both as nice
*******************
anyway
we finally get to ye olde dressing room
and the others wander off
i try to do yoga in dressing room but the ceiling is low
n theres fluoro lights
n i can hear the drums being soundchecked…
i get a bit of fettucini with mushies n peas
but none of that rancid foul parmesan cheese
we have to smoke spliff in the tiny bathroom in dressy room
rotating to get under the fan that sucks the air outta the room
gee i wonder where the smoke goes after its sucked outta here i ponder
probably straight into the managers office says someone
oh wow i hope so says rikki with a glint in his eye
no no no i say suddenly paranoid that the penrith panthers footy team
will bust down our door n cart me away screaming
anyway no heavies consequently materialise
so we asssume the manager enjoyed his whiff of neils purple heads
the cherch play a good show
the crowd are nice n kind
everything is ok
glenny drives us home safely
while i pontificate on about this n that
the grey-blue falcon purrs back into distant city
we listen to closer by joy div
today is today
cood only manage 10 laps of pool
too much red bull n coke
too much booze plonk n romance
too much
but no more or less
goodbye penriff
if you wanna see me again i may be available
tonite the state theatre again
almost like having a real job
we should have a good one tonite!
sk

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