The Time Being | Steve Kilbey

we came
we saw
we got conquered
we drove
for miles n miles
santa barbara
upperclass hippy town
bouncer got me stoned
totally unlike whatever else was to come
la
disappointing
on all levels
but whaddya expect
(im more of an east coast intellectual, mahself)
san diego
ah these surfin cats knew how to rock
the first really good gig
god gave rocknroll to us
anaheim grove
lovely venue if only more bums on seats
good audience too
tempe
a surprise
a great crowd
loadsa love
thank you arizona
tucson
a smaller tempe
houston
weird rainy strange good
austin
ah the lovely crowd there
dallas
great night
n.o.
good night
all of florida pretty good
except jacksonhole which was pox
then myrtle
sorry bout problems
then atlanta
probably the best
norfolk n falls church
cant remember difference now
but ya were both real kind to us
new york
classic thank ye
sellersville
very tasty
detroit
the most rocknroll
indiana
thank you
we tried n so did you
ohio
much better this time
chicago
sks apex of show bizz
milwaukee
as good as it coulda been
sf
sorry i ran out of steam
but it was still alright….or what?
thats it
did i leave anywhere out
im home now
im at my kitch table
im about to do yoga on the balcony
the suns shining gently
its about 72 degrees
nk found some jazz for me while i was away
baby bumper was sayin dad dad dad in no time
doodles taller older wiser
we missed you round here dad they say
im listnin to air
my back aches a little from flight
got that weird jet lag feeling
havent sorted toes out yet either>……!
gonna pick doodles up n have a swim in pacific with em
its a dream life
but the weirdness of it
sometimes
drives me outta my fucking mind!
signed
the crazyman

deep dark dream
nevets come to surface quickly now
rise up through those layers of you
oh dear muse such a sad dream
that it’d all come to the end
i was alone
comradeless
i ‘d been all these different places
seen the cities ripped backsides
i stood in front of hundredsa people
and i sang and i played
and then we drove
and we drove
and we drove
on crystal clear mornings
n foggy dawns
thru crumbling towers
mountains of stone
vast savannahs
oh those beautiful forests
oh those mysterious bayous
the heat in the south
i loved it
and now its all over
in 2 days i’ll be skippin’ down the street w/ mah doodles
on the way to school
this life
n all its noise n rush n excitement n anxiety
will seem as a dream to me now

oh nevets what a lovely hotel you find yourself in
yes muse
a gorgeous sentient tree stretched its hands towards
my first floor balcony
my room is bright colours
with great artwork upon the wall
cut up collages of masters
ruthlessly superimposed on top of each other
my curtains slide all the way back revealing
an amazing japanese-y garden
a swimming pool with the #s 69 painted on over n over
there are stunning mexican god statues
in mindbending tiny tiles
reptiles n buddhas
a carefully tended oasis
i sit at my desk in my lovely room
my last hotel room/womb for this tour
mimesis 2 the instrumental mixes
fill the air with soft muted melancholia
the nite before last we slept in the club
thanks to ed who let us sleep on his floor
shank hall millwalkee
ha it seems like a dream i had a million years ago
life speeds up
it goes by like blurr
the five week tour
all those miles
the conversations
the pitstops
the huge roadside malls
full of starbux, bugger king, kfcu,waffel house, maccas
the guys drivin winnebagos
where are all the stage techs n bartenders
my time has been sucked into the vortex of past
beware fiendss
time is moving faster these days
you all knew it yer heart of hearts tho, i guess
my dream is over
i can try to clutch at it
but its gone
as if it never happened
now i face a long flight back to australia
where things are easy goin’
thats true
but we dont get audiences like we do in
atlantadetroitsanfranchicagonewyork
and thats just a fact
these places ….
they give us back what we need
that final ingredient for transcendence
the audiences willingness
and will
to make it happen
yes i love sydney n melb n brizzy audiences
and im lookin’ forward to or tour there
but the audiences in america
they deeply understand
they connect
they need
and if they get it
their reciprocated joy
enables musicians to take flight
i’m gonna miss that
its only in the states
cos the states invented show biz folks
yep
all the cliches
all the yardsticks
and before ya say anything else
let me just add that 95 per cent of the venues
we played at on this tour were IMPECCABLE!
beautiful theatres
groovy h.o.b.s
c’mon
i feel fucking priveleged to have played there
at this stage of the game
cos we’re running on sheeer integrity only
and oh i wanna come and play again
cos despite the political stuff
and what say do we poor ordinary people have in that?
yanks?
pommies?
aussies?
cool euro trash?
none of us got much say in the way this poor olde world
is being right royally rogered
so….
this is it
the american people
you know
the ones i met at the gigs
n the people who took the money at the petrol stations
n the strangers who gave me directions when i was lost
n the hotel staff who gave me my magnetic strip kee kards
n the wonderful darling audiences who came n clapped n cheered
i love you
i really do
you fill me with purposes to live
your presence at our shows was magical
i feel honoured to have played before such people as you were
in every city
wonderful committed people
warm hearted modest hard workin’
i met professors, i met heirs, i met carpenters, i met nurses
i met bell man, i met maids, i met people
who didnt seem to know what they were doing
i met people from these comments on here
you know who you are
sorry if i didnae mention ya all
now youve seen me close up
can ya see the real me….canya? canya?
nope you didnt
you saw someone in extraordinary circumstances
that guy wasnt me
im always back home in bondi
on my balcony doing yoga
i can hear evie n aurora talkin n laughin
in their bedroom
nks in the kitchen w/powderfinger or tori amos pumping
baby bumper mobile n dangerous
spring is coming to my adopted home
spring in bondi
oh the cafes
of the night life
oh the romance
oh the blossoming forth of a thousand fragrances n colours
the sea still cold….just how this old beach comber likes it
maybe i made anuff money from this tour
to comb that beach a little
to hang in the sauna n look out over the pacific ocean
to do my laps n see the swimmin’ regs down there everyday
this extreme chapter has almost closed
san francisco last night wassa dream
but i was too tired to knock it over the top
too much jazz!!!!!!!!!!!!
was inundated from the moment i arrived
i wassa smokin spliffs joints reefers pipes with kush
molecular redistributors hurling thc molecules
at yer fucking receptors like nobodies biz
i was tired
i was sad
i was emotional
it was the last show
n i was underwhelmed by myself
just like i guess when the day comes
that we really do our last ever show anywhere
itll be an empty feeling like this
a void
ah good
my olde mate rikki from the bjm rings to says hes comin over
n another friend waldo n his daughter
i gotta day in san fran to maybe buy some pressies
im afraid someones gonna leave before i can say goodbye
robby dicko….what can i say to that guy
what a pleasure
a real gentleman
a classic bona fide olde time film star type
long may you rock olde fruit
and so thats it really isnt it?
you may see me wandrin round san fran today
with presents for silly doodlegirls with wonky teeth
or ya may see me in aveggie restaurant
cryin crocodile tears into mah vegan burrito
or ya may see me smokin the rest of my sf jazz stash
(special thanks to lovely lady with red hair
n altoids tin containing 6 or 7 pre-made numbers
of v. high quality
WOW!)
we did a bit of clowning around at a shriek thing
we walked all the way there thru some bad bits of town
shame on the govts for letting san fran get like that
dirty shabby pissy grotty n nasty
the us aint gotta nuff dough to fix this mess up?
dont make me laugh
n yeah
im naive
i guess im not smart enuff to unnerstand
how a country can let its poor bits get so so so fuckin’ rundown
n if ya dont believe me
then drive into chicago the back way
cos theres concentric rings of poverty
holdin’ up the pretty bits in the middle
i just seen the tip of the iceberg
but as an australian…
and as a human
i was/am shocked at this tragic joke
the needless poverty
the need for socialism
the need to care for the down n outs
people, its no fun having money
when ya trippin’ over the corpses of the destitute
cmon america
take care of yer own
give em some fuckin hope
oh you cold hearted wretches who have wrought this misery
of poverty
i seen stuff thatd make ya weep
america
how can i sum ya up
i love ya so much
i m scared of ya so much
ya so misunderstood
but youre a fuckin goose too sometimes
get with it
everybody
we gotta do the whole thing
we gotta go the whole way
no wars nowhere for no reason
no poverty, we wont stand for it
vegetarianism, no more slaughter of anything
decriiminalise the dope you morons
let school reflect the aspirartions of art n humanity
not sausage machines churning out yes men
switch off the telly you lazy dolt
exercise
breathe
see the beauty of this amazing n terrible land
pray to god for sweet mercy
hang up that mobile phone…dyer really need it?
love
love
love
give it a shot
its the easiest n the hardest thing
think of me tonite
on that miserable jet flyin back home
to nk n mah other darlins
bye the u.s.
see ya round

sk san francisco 12 17
overcast n cool

vishnu the preserver
iesus christos
krishna the avatar
and then next
buddha
and all prophets n seers n sages
n angels of the ages
bless this holy earth
the dreamy misty lakes
the green pointillistic trees a’swayin
the kind hearted people
the chemical factory guys who start work at 5 am
the broken down suburbs on the way in
the audiences in the darkness
the cops n the villains
the schoolhood buddies who got high together
the endless rivers of traffic
the gifts we receive
the girls with busted noses n single dads
the truckers swaying thru the night
the warm night
endless rolling undulating
the traintracks
the wire fences
the guys who got married too young
the history
the maverick quality
bless everyone
whoever you are out there
you always have answered my prayers
let these people get a little abundance
send their dreams to em with bells on
let everyone be a rockstar for 15 minuets
be fruitful
increase
gauge the truth
one sparrow worth more
than all them silver machines buzzin’ chicago today
i got glass in my big toe
my little toe is sliced open on a bed leg
no hotel tonite
milwaukee all accom sold out
deliver us from evil
send me home
aum

im sittin’ on the tenth floor of a chicago hotel
the gigs over ages ago
the applause dies down n fades
the people drift away
its raining
the hotel is quite horrible n sleazy
cars beep n bonk in the street
i feel sick
i feel empty
jus’ nothin’
i look in the mirror
a freckly familiar face
thin damp hair stickin’ out
those piercing eyes im so tired of lookin’ back at me
darling muse where are you now?
im alwayshere steven at your fingertips
muse why do i feel like this
steven, you drank a loada booze
you ate no dinner
you did no yoga
you drove 7 hours
you ran around for 2 hours in the hotspotlite
carrying a heavy plank o’ wood
you screamed out ya songs
you got hot n sweaty n giddy n silly
muse i feel a bit awkward now
muse i feel like i want my payoff
i want more than this orrible rheum
n this ringin’ ears
n this sore throat
n this lonesome fuckin’ feelin’
yeah yeah
ok i know im going home on monday
but right now
but right now
all i have muse is you
and youre just no one n nobody either
the rain streaks the dirty window
chicago street lights blur n distort
a fog comes down (over the marine city)
almost 3 in the morning
ha!
big song n dance man
a regular entertainer
w/ show biz in yer blood
rockn roll
so deep inna night it leaves ya stranded high n dry
i feel mortal
i feel olde
i feel vulnerable
dont rush to reassure me
in fact i forbid it
let me hurt n just read it
no advice please
itll be too late by then
if yer really my friends
then lemme cry on yer shoulders
but dont say nothin’
this is the empty side of showbiz
that you gonna get to see
the hollow parts
the bit that accounts fer all that drinkin’ n druggin’
n the crack ups n the suicides n the late nite swims in rivers
miles from home
lonely
tired but not sleepy
hungry but no appetite
disappointed with some intangible….
drums still bang bang bang in me head
noises of fighting and/or fucking coming from other rooms
you think i got it made?
wheres the glamour, baby….
and yet
its damn well under my skin
n just like a drug im hooked on it
and i wanna travel n play
and be a teenager till im fuckin’ sixty
grandad rock!
or what else muse
what else is there to do
get on the pension
be a postman
(i wouldnt mind that actually
put all the mail in the wrong boxes
shake it up a little)
anyway
i think i feel sweet brother sleep approaching
waltzing thru the chicago sky
n into my room
the traffic has almost died away
the occaisional cab hissing thru the puddles
everyone else is at a bar
bars dont work for me
poisonous noisy fuckin’ establishments
chattin’ up some boiler
or some turkey screamin in yer ear bout the footy
but good luck to em
jus’ what they all need
more booze
for their blues
n all the things
which turned us
in to
what we are

who did this?
you did
why?
i dunno
ok then

cleveland ohio
the home of rock
last nite in cincin ok
nice crowd
nice theatre
it was pretty good i guess
lovely dressing rooms
we go back to hotel after
up to roof garden
under the big red vernon manor sign
lookin’ out over the misty city in the weee small hours
have a smoke n a laugh
this morning we drive to cleveland
i arrive n do an interview
with 2 very cool guys in a religious bookshop
i drink iced peach tea
they ask about grant
bingo
the tears fill up mah eyes
still gets me sometimes
we talk about my favourite songs
jeff buckleys been on my mind a lot lately
forget her from grace #2
alternative take of dream brother
kanga roo
i stand out front of gig
meet some people
sign some stuff
someone gives me some jazz
(thanks nick!)
i i get to hug some people n get mah picture taken
hey honey i gotta picture with steve fuckin kilbey!
yeah but whos that olde hippy in the white shorts…?
oh…that is…steve…kilbey…
cleveland seems a little down on its luck as usual
all of ohio seems a little in disrepair
but not in a bad way
in an interesting way
gothic pointy roofs
weeds n trees
strange attic windows
the area here is kinda nasty
where the beachland ballroom is..
hey where the hell is the beach?
still all the people i meet are very nice
what would i know about cleveland?
i just got here
i have black beans n rice for din dins
people send vegan cookies grape juice, muffins etc
thank you
im sitting here under the gig rite now
rob dickos playin upstairs
pete n i do an interview with a lady
who doesnt seem to know anything about us
we walk into an underground shop(?) here
n a very tweaked lady walks up n says
i got under the milky way on my mind day n nite….
and then she says
who are you?
yeah whatever lady
have another margarita sweetie
the dressing room is long dark n hot
a loada fans hum n whirr warm air around
old bits of machines
busted up sofas
a room ful of gas canisters
im eating grapes
im drinkin pineapple juice
im smokin ohios finest
im waitin’ to go on
i should do yoga
i should unwind
i should empty my mind n forget myself
i think of jeff buckleys lyrics
dont fool yerself
she was heartache from the moment that you met her
yer hearts cold n still as ya try to find the will
to forget her somehow..
i think ive forgotten her now
oh jeff yer voice is such sweet sadness
i went down n hadda look at the mississippee river in n.o.
why jeff oh why didja go swimmin’ in there?
i wish ya hadna done it man
anyway
thats a mediocre lil blogg for ya
till somethin’ profound
comes around
and hey gareth of notts
youre a handsome bugger!
sk

today everything makes me sad
im staying in a hotel thats said to be haunted
a jilted bride threw herself of the roof
a long time ago
well its sure olde n spooky
some strange feelings in the night
troubled sleep
where are you?
in cincinnati
last night we played i.apolis
a lovely audience
n
we really tried too
but…
venue a little too bign new n empty
we never really got there
all the way
n
once you have it all the way
there is no goin back
anyway
renees comment from yesterday made me sad
is it just my messiah complex
i feel like i could really make it all better for ya
if only……
?
i want to make it better
i want to heal it
i want to undo it all
i want it to make sense for us
your lives should be filled with joy
where does this sadness come from
how did these evils get into this world?
who sent them n why?
we see our mumsndads workin for the man
trapped in hopeless mundane mortgage misery
countries fighting over ideas
people blowing emselves up for god
only god knows what bullshit that is
an’ we’re lashed to our rituals n society
n up to our eyeballs in debt
workin n studyin’ n being a waiter
and friends are hard to find
and then familiarity breeds contempt
we get money
n
we blow money
n we go up to 13
n we slide to 22
n we get older n older
n samosanx kitty kat ,
i miss that man too
and we do providence everynite here in the u.s,.
and i try to let grantley come thru my own voice
and i sing his words like he would have liked it
and i feel the place where he was when they filled up his mind
and it makes for a good concert
but it makes me sad too
cos grant was always a little sad
wearing his heart on his sleeve n jokin’ around
and today
i go down to get quarters
so i can wash my motley collexion of t shirts n shorts
i call my wardrobe
n i meet up with this big black bald guy
who works here
and immediately we both feel it
we have known each other forever
doesnt matter that hes the fuckin handyman or bell man
here in cincinnati
yeah i bet hes hadda tuff life too
but hes so cheerful
and we chat about life
and he doesnt care that im some olde stoned hippy
with scruffy hair n white beard
how are things goin’ for ya now he asks
implying that we are picking up some previous conversation
tho we have never met before
and thru his natural senses
he could feel i had things on my mind
and we talked
and later he bumps into me in the lift
how long yall stayin in cincinnati he asks
as if hes about to invite me over his pad
ah we’re leavin tomorrow i croak outta mah sore throat
we both feel glum for the rest of the ride
see ya we both say as i get out
i feel everything too much
sometimes my nervous system cant stand it
every piece of broken glass
every weed n paper bag
is trying to tell its story to me
the clouds in the sky
the trees
every face i see
every person i meet
the audiences
the girls who make the subway veggie sandwiches
the cats behind the garbo bins
the sad tollway staff
the dealers n the buyers
the people who bring gifts
the coat hangers on
the long hotel corridors
wallpaper patterns
everything
everything has significance for me
i have been overloaded with associations
since the moment i could think
they thought i was a fucking freak
but its just that my veneer wasnt thick enuff
and it doesnt keep the outside out that well
n
everything is crying if you can just hear it
n sometimes i can
n
all ya got to fight it is yoga n swimmin n music
or ya gonna get them blues
renee
n samo-kitty
n {{=}}
n all you others
out there
we gotta put some joy into this world
or else its unbearable
and to the person who said in a comment that you
lost yer child
i guess that puts it all in perspective for me
but i do feel it for ya
im feelin it rite now
n my glasses are misting up a little
tho i dont know ya
i would like to extend my deepest sympathy
and i wanna bring that child back
and i wanna bring grantley back
n my dad n jeff buckley
and fucking sort the middleeast out
put auroras tooth back in her head
remove the twillies nasty thing
get rid of my mums arthritis
and make everything right
the way we feel it should be
but it never fucking is
and i guess my messiah complex has really run amuck
and ya think
imagine this cat jesus
if he really existed
or the buddha
to be able to make it alright again
so everyone was happy
and no one was excluded
and everyone was fulfilled n content
and there was someone for everyone
i believe..
something inside tells me
we are right to long for this place
where everything is as it should be
and this is a mean olde sad world
somedays……

nevets
nevets
wake up again
oh muse….
i was having a lovely dream
oh a creamy dreamy dream
oh i was the time being
i was a bigtime blogger
hurtling up the charts
i was playing a fender bass
i was fiddling about with pastels
i was swimming in a cold green pool
i was travelling down an endless highway at dawn
i was walking in the empty places
i was blinking in the neon
i had a load of kids
all girls
2 sets of twins
i go all these places
people come up to me
i sign cds
i put this plastic card in here n money comes out
sometimes
i check in n out of rehabs n hotels
i get addicted to everything i touch
i long for a never ending stream of yesterdays
i play popol vuh on an ipod
i steam the creases out of my pants
i buy sox
i run out of things
i stand outside and talk to the bellman
i hang around where its desolate n read the tattered newspapers
i walk down railroad tracks n watch the buckle in the rail
i get born
i rush towards death
i meet my little sister
i undo what i have done
i am unmade when i make it
i lie in darknesses n writhe in insomnia
i gravitate to dust n ash
i give in n i give up
i write these songs about almost nothing
i blab on about myself
narcissus someone calls out
childhood exit stage left
auroras missing tooth
ellis cyst
minnas broken arms
evies stitches
my ears ring on
my eyes fade off
my imagination has gone haywire
everything ive ever done or said or sang
leading up to this moment
here
with you
and now
its gone
hasta la vista
baby

just when things seem to be going well…
and this is life…
i hear that aurora has smashed out one of her front teeth
her adult front tooth
oh no
dentist says pins
braces
root canals
maybe still lose tooth
(it was knocked right out in a fall)
i speak to aurora
im so so sad thinkin’ of all the implications…
she says its ok dad, my medicine tastes really nice..
i dunno what to say
i dont think shes realised the possible nastiness involved yet
im so upset
choked up all the way to indianapolis
(which is a fantastic name)
oh to be a human is a trip
up n down
round n round
i’d rather it was my fucking tooth that got knocked out
i love my daughters more than anything
even perhaps emancipation itself
and so you see
maya has ensnared me
with her beautiful traps
and all the beautiful things i stretch out my hands towards
they are all illusion
and they bind me
and they blind me
and then nothing changes
and i come back around
maybe aurora my mother this time
maybe joycie bennett will be my daughter
and i go to these venues
and i play my heart out
and i think now things will change
but everything is fleeting
and i read this graffitti
in the dressing room last nite
and make of it what you will
and please feel free to substitute the gender
cos its the same deal
NO MATTER HOW HOT YOU THINK SHE IS
NO MATTER HOW COOL,
SOMEONE, SOMEWHERE
IS SICK OF HER SHIT

and thats maya in action
the perpetual illusion
the beautiful illusions
and this illusion
i’m sitting in a very luxurious hotel in indianapolis
its the sheraton baby
and sheila chandra is on my ipod
and i just talked to an indian guy
who patiently guided me thru the process
of getting on the net
cos it was nae easy
and i wonder what the fuck im doing here
and then we have a great gig lassa nite
and bang!
i know why i’m doing it
cos im a musician
and thats my job
but who else am i?
how deep does it go?
and what will it take?
all this illusion
enlightenment a second away
always a second away
thank you william youre very nice
thank you wadey n moksha for alex grey paraphenalia
thank you all the others who gave of themselves
belfast frank for the licorice n being yaself
chris for telling off the hotel manager politely
ah hell
i appreciate everything everyone does
dear queen i use phone card everyday!
michigan is leafy n beautiful
an incredible midwestern sunset
a little mist
torn clouds filtering the dying sun
i have yet another subway veggie sub
i walk across a giant highway in middle of nowhere
and i feeel so fucking lonesome
so abandoned
just the hot roads
the trucks whizzing by
nothing cares about me at all here
these desolate places i love
the tracks n ditches filled with rubble
the overgrown alleyways
the weedy fences n lonely paths
where no one comes
here on my own
i will never bridge the separation
the separation is an illusion
the bridge is an illusion
the “i” is an illusion
this whole world is one thing
it is a fault in our perception
that we experience separation
i try to break thru with music
how naive….
theres only one way
its a lonely n austere path
its a path ya gotta walk everyday
no holidays
no special mitigating circumstances
its a path that may seem to be leading nowhere…
look at all these pretty ornaments nevets
why follow the path…?
what path?
the warpath?
the middlepath?
the path of least resistance
you woulda thought id have known by now
we fly down the vast american freeways
we stop n pay our tolls
we leave one state n enter another
another gig
another song
another red bull n jager
another dressing room
soon this will all end
it will seem as if it never happened
and thats like life too…
and life is pleasant
and life is painful
and the pleasant can bring pain
and the pain can beget pleasure
and ya never really know nothin’ fer sure
ya never know what th’other guy is thinkin’
and misunderstandings abound
and so do blessings
and so many ladders
and so many snakes
and thats your gig, baby
thats why yer here
remember
you read it here first
esscai

a lovely hotel room
a courtyard with playing fountains
a deep blue pool
trees everywhere
ah nevets you love those cool arbours
you are a celt
used to roaming the sacred groves
you love the trees
and believe
the trees love you
oh its so quiet here
an atrium
a grey overcast sky
the world is quiet
anyway
nevets
youve set the scene
whatta bout ye olde gig
did you rock?
yes i did
did you roll?
yes i did
did you sing every one of your words like ya meant it?
yes i did
did ya lovingly pluck yer fender jazz bass 1962 reissue?
uh-huh
did powlesys drummin send ya out into space?
why yes it did
and the audience?
lovely!
and the talking?
didnt notice
and did you find that jazz,mann?
i went out n walked down the line outside
and i called a spade a spade
when a kind man stepped forth
and my needs were sufficiently met
well thats it really
deetroit yer on my a-list!
that gig was a great load of fun
i really really enjoyed my old self
rocknroll fiendsss
oooh mah soul
esque

where are you now nevets?
ohio, in a hampton inn, room 316
its finally quiet
my room is sedate n welcoming
the bed seems very comfortable
the tinnitus sings in my ears
ah a job for some kraut rock to mask the whine
popul vuh….thatll do
now…
well we eventually got outta nyc in one peace
we hit the road to sellersville
lovely olde theatre
nice people
good gig
i read some where that some whinging bastard
thought we were boring cos we didnae play the olde numbers
gee i guess i musta imagined those 2 standing ovations then
always some wanka who dont like it
oh well thats life n thats the occupational hazard too
ive just driven all day across p.a.
whatta beautiful state
corn a swayin in the zephyrs
lazy meandering rivers
undulating hills
lovely olde houses
a lovely part of america….at least in summer
i guess its pretty bleak in winter
the weather is cooler here too
about 75-80
very pleasant
in fact i stood outside our hotel this morning
doing my chi gong
and i was totally blissed out
reminding me of sweden actually
later on i dropped a zxanax n smoked a spliff
strapped on the headies
and was completely surprised
when i woke up hours later at a gas station somewhere
i’d been out there in deep space
where there are no problemos
just the drift drift drift
we drive n drive thru tiny broken down towns
a town called sharon
(you are now entering sharon)
where everything seemed closed down
youngstown….no accom
i actually dont know where the fuck i am rite now
probably 5 minutes away from something or someone interesting
but what good does it do me
its sat’day nite
its 11 34
im on my own
weve had dinner
(a nother effing veggie burger w/ avocado)
i left the table early so the others get a decent chance
to bitch about me
it puts em off their vitriol if im in earshot
n
let me say
yer humble heros ears are burning like buggery rite now
ah
who cares
its like being in a family
only families grow up
n rock bands never do
how weird it is
sitting here where i dont know
on me lonesome
just popul vuh playing quietly in the background
maybe i’ll have a bath n play submarines
maybe i’ll get an early knight
maybe i’ll switch on the telly n see how world war threes going
im atta loose end
i ring home but nobody answers
its sunday afternoon in aust
funny to think of nk n the doodles n bumper out there somewhere
i wonder if theyre thinkin’ of me at this very moment
well ive met some of the famous commentators from these pages
krissy the grouper, a sweet young thing
baal n zeus, a wild hippy type
cst coach, lean n trim w/pretty girlfriend
melquiades whose bigger than he used to be
and a whole buncha others
thanks fiendss
you got me hovering round the 16, 17 mark
(i briefly hit 13!!!)
and that aint badde when ya think of 10 million bloggers in the us alone
i saw so much landscape today
i tried to remember it all for ya
but now my minds a blank(et)
im so weary atta cellular level
i aint had more than 4 or 5 hours sleep for weeks now
im too olde for this lark
need a holiday…
good gigs comin up
chicago…..yes
thatll be a good one to come to…
so come!
deetroit….hmmmm…not sure
indianapolis…..no idea..played there once in 90
cleveland (they never like us there)
cincinatti(ditto)
milwaukee….maybe….maybe not
san fran ah we’ll have la hoodie back
oh hoodie we miss ya
we miss yer heavenly harp n yer armenian slang
hows yer silver mogadichon?
so i dunno
a strangely unsatisfying bloggie
i shoulda made uppa poem instead
it aint all dancing on clouds
a bit of a drive left to detroit 2 morrow
the magic theatre eh?
hope to find some jazz there too as we’re out
i dunno
detroit scares me a little
am i just a coward?
dont answer that….
see ya in mitch again

fare thee well
stefano