The Time Being | Steve Kilbey

amplitiude
inexact measurement
positive
negative
unsatisfied externals
shadow dimension x
strange menace moving in the past
witch trials
2 gods
uncertain ratio
sudden voltage in the night
electrical disturbance
antimony
acheiving the exact opposite
secretion of object
fake medium
the houdini factor
steve kilbey,51
match
set
point
in the distance
new world waits for discovery
darkest america
colony
governors pleasure
her majesty in blue
sharks
absolution
les n joyce buy their tickets
shift
sift
gears engaged
doesnt matter if you shooter or drinker
mania
powder
rush
pain
the awful ache
god remove this
please
remove this
septembre 13 rolls around
at last
echo beach faraway in time
fraud
bribe
3 coins in the fountain
paid off
laid off
thankless task
vishnu appears by the ganges
inner vision
out of body
terminus
full fare
subsonic
miracle st
need to learn spanish
ive got my password
set up
ready to glow
burn it for me
make a copy
make me smile
the bleeding oblivious
taken for granted
undine
spirits
disappearing point
fine

i waited fifteen minutes
before i climbed out of the chrysalis
so this was the world of men…!
other than the enveloping fog
nothing had really changed
the soft moan of the shells was audible
even in the asian gardens
the centres sprinklers system had malfunctioned
the cameras became damaged by the water
the film exposed revealed hidden shadows
lurking in the velvet black
lamp black
chinese white
a crumbly powder
i wondered what that was used for
people appeared behind curtains embracing
a sooty grimy city night fell down almost at once
black cats criss-crossed my path
the marshes bayed for human blood
mosquitoes as big as swallows
built nests in that stagnant thinktank
once a library
now home to book worms
devouring your autobiography
living your life in negative
so this 2006
how futuristic
forever young
forever beautiful
forever surfing the present
into this future
which parts for you
like a vein red sea
until you are deep in deep time
then it slows down around you
you wake up sleepwalking
in the enemy camp
you are now so far gone
youve rebounded off infinity
and youre staggering round this neck of the woulds
you quoting poe to the sikh parking inspector
you wearing crimson in eden
you with the cute snarl
well thats the way it goes
i guess
im not prepared to expect anything much
its a hot/cold day/night here
suddenly im empty

you see
thats the trubble with me….
yesterdays blogg
what a vile rant
bilious poisonous tripe
that stopped being funny
about a second after i typed it..
oh yes my wise brother
who appears on these pages in different guises
warning me when i go too far
judge not lest ye be yourself judged
(now mr p. savant
as eager as you are
to stick it to the manne
just take my name off that rant
and you can go do whatever you like
with it
especially if youre in the taxation dept
try not to stick it up on the noticeboard
in the vip bathroom
but i sympathise with ya
i really do
the security sucks you under
but it suffocates ya at the same time
there will be more on my
misadventures in the ps coming soon)
but back to 2 things
which puzzle me about my self
why cant i get control of my evil twin?
and
why canberra?
why does canberra haunt my thoughts
now fiendsss have ya ever noticed
theres some silly man putting some olde
and dreadful lyrics up on the comments?
are they supposed to embarass me?
(jesus, they sure do)
but what is the real reason?
cmon, unmask yaself,
i gotta pretty good idea who you are
or put some new ones up there
gee it gives me the creeps to think of ya
sitting in ya office typing that same olde
nonsense everytime
and cmon
if ya really know me
as i assume yer insinuating
ya must have some worse ones up ya sleeve
than those tired olde turkeys

but why do my thoughts turn towards canberra
when i have been so many places since then
ive done so much
ive been up
ive been down
i seen places that i never thought id see
(yeah kilbey, like the inside offa u.s. jail)
i been to one of the most northern cities on earth
the guy who put the gig on was worried that the
good ice- hole fishing was gonna ruin
the walk up for the gig
now thatsa problem
you dont have in sydney at least
i been to rio de janeiro
like a wild lawless sydney itself
thatssa a wild place fiendss
they got everything there
anyhow
despite having done all the stuff
and not having lived there for 30 years
the place niggles at me
it makes me laugh to think of a few olde codgers
who hated me when i was “on the canberra scene” man)
who now dine out on their stories
how they knew me n pete
and how
blah blah blah
(insert yer own baby grande anecdote here, boys)
anyhow
some score is unsettled?
what does olde canberra want with me?
i thought itd be sweet revenge on ya
when i become a huge olde rock star for my
fifteen minutes
but to tell ya the truth i did never think
of ya at all in those days…
now dont get me wrong canberrans
i love so many of you dear thingss
kathy n kon up in harkett
these people fill my heart with tenderness
i cant believe how nice they are
no animal products either
sometimes i imagine myself walking
thru canberra on a hot
(always a hot canberran night
the smell of the pines)
night
i walk thru the suburbs
to gaze on the people i know
and knew there
my uncle ken and aunty irene
speartackle…how are ya?
the saga bouys…it was my fault, lads…
itsa ok
i was a real ratbag
the noisy one in class
just like now
i couldnae control my evil twin
who looked just like me
except he had a horrible way
of pissing everybody off
im sorry
i thought geniuses were allowed
(supposed?) to act like that
im sorry to all the guitarists
bass players
drummers
singers
who i criticised
rudely loudly obnoxiously
yes dave studdert kicked me outta his groop
hell baby grande kicked me outta my own group
im sure the hcruhc have entertained the thought
if you think im obnoxious
you should see how it feels to be me
remember the lady called hel
one side beauty
the other rotting corpse
thats like me
half sinner
half saint
so i guess i got some unfinished bizness
with canberra
but when i go there
i can never find what it is
it has evaporated over the years
leaving only the congealed crust
of some nagging feeling
russell n i hadda look at our olde house
theres no nostalgia here
i say to him
its a mansion now
all our memories are gone
same with the school
me n russell go down there sometimes
only once
on a warm dusk in december
did we make contact with the past..
aahhh….
its all comin back to me

anyway
baby grande was pretty rough
you dont really wanna hear it
i dont blame the others
they were my stupid songs
it was right they should be banished
to obscurity
you see
i think its wherever you are
between childhood n adulthood
it weaves a spell upon ya
throws a glamour on ya dreams
somewhere inside me
is an eternal canberran adolescent
going round this world
looking outta my eyes
and going wow
and then
typing rants lika yessadays
can i come more cleen than that?
sk
happily ever after

monday morning fiendsss
snap to it
get in yer carr
drive to work
etc etc etc
ya know how i told ya i never werked
a day in my life…?
that doesnt mean i didnae have a job
yep i hadda job
in the public service
but i didnae work…
if only the real workers knew..
the guys in the factories
the policemen
the firemen
the truckies
the tradies
the bus drivers…

there is this vast body of pseuds
who turn up at their office every day
nothing really to do
nothing that matters anyway
i know cos i was there
i avoided doing any work
and so did most of the rest
public fucking servants
sittin around reading the gazette
cheating on their flexitime
having an extra day off every fortnight
sickleave
travel leave
blah blah blah leave
this lurk
that perk
if only they knew how easy these loafers got it
cmon lets have both barrels of yer vitriol
all you shiny bums sitting on yer fat asses
in some office block in canberra
dont come the raw prawn with me
i know you jerks are goofing off round the water cooler
having extended tea breaks
having 2 hour lunch times
borrowing the govt car to do yer shopping
and not just canberra
imagine
washington
ottawa
london
great legions of public servants
who knows what they do?
who cares?
i tell ya what fiendiess
i wassa a pub lick servant for nearly 5 years
tween the age of 19 to 24
believe me
yer average rockah does ten times the werk
of these lazy fat cats
embedded in the system
ya cant cant sack em
once theyre in
theyre like cold sores
ya cant kill em off
they just hang around
sucking on the system
they wanted to sack me
i was the laziest
i was the most rabble rousing layabout
i got there the latest
i went home the earliest
i spent my time and the govts money
writing poetry n lyrics
going out to hit the coffee shops
and import record shops
i flaunted my hedonistic snotty nosed attitude
and they couldnt even sack me
i smoked fuckin dope in the toilets
they still couldnt axe me…
just like politicians
theyve feathered their own little nests
empire building
getting more chairs n desks
filling in forms to order more staples n bulldog clips
making calls overseas w/ yer money
lookin at porno on govt computers
boozy friday lunchtimes
what a lazy corrupt buncha rogues
cmon
dont try and kid us any of ya are doing anything useful
you could sack 2 thirds of em
and theyd still be overstaffed
public servants
ha ha ha
goodbye
sk

sometimes when im doing yoga
or sometimes when i smell a perfume
go by in the crowd
sometimes when i hear a song
or onstage
or driving a car
i am whisked off
into the past
when i was not me
i wassa buncha other characters
but i experience it all again
as this wiser older sadder me
teenage years hot canberran summer nights
riding in my car with fernando
he played “rhythm” guitar
(but probably couldnt spell it)
he went to the catholic school
we smoked galaxy cigarettes
they were sawn off but they were the cheapest
fernando n others would go into
canberras only music shop
fernando would distract the owner
who was a real grumpy olde codger
unaware of the magical electric guitars
he had hanging up in his shoppe
and while he was asking mr t
some real stupid question
we would bury our heads
pen n paper in hand
to pilfer the chords out of his meagre catalog
of music books
fernando (excitedly)my brother got the chords
for rock round the clock!!!
me(disappointedly) oh wow….
but what about the rolling stones…?
fernando:no the olde manne caught em at it…
chased em all out of his shop..ha ha ha!
we’d all plug into my one amp
god no wonder my ears are so ruined..
ive been listening to other dudes
blast me since way back when
different guys would show up
on different weekends
one day a guy turned up with a lectric 12 string
a burns i believe
i swapped him for my bass for a few weeks
but in those days without a tuner
it was so hard to get it in tune
and it had a whammy bar(!?)
some times we jammed down in watson or dickson
at this guy mark tolleys who had a drumkit
he was a great lookin drummer blond prince val cut
flannel shirt levis n thongs
he predated curt kaboom by about 20 years
he also had an older sister who went out
with the bass player in one of canbras biggest bands
so this was all quite exciting and authentic stuff
to me
tho im sure our music was woeful
(3 17 year olds bashin thru rock round the fucking clock
for a whole sunday arvo is not my idea of fun
and i was a part of the racket)
someone stuck their head in the door and says
whos winning?
sometimes thered be 3 or 4 guitarists
n me
all in my one amp
all playing the same dreary thing
over n over
how i longed for some like minded compadres
who hated 12 bar blues and foghat and savoy brown
and wanted to do something a bit different
but these guys looked at music
the way they looked at footy
it was for men
by men
and should be mennish at all times
sensitvity or originality were frowned upon
back in those garage days
after a while i answered an ad in the paper
to join a 50-50 band
that played gigs and got paid(!!)
boy what a unimaginative bunch of ordinary turkeys
they hired me but i dont know why
they decreed that we should all wore these lilac
safari suits with crimson velvet bow ties
i was already writing songs but you think
these wallies coulda appreciated me back there n then
did they realise they hadda 18 year olde bouy genius?
like fuck they did
i was a thorn in their side
these guys were only like 21 22 themselves
but they seemed like grand dads to me
mind you
we made loadsa money for those days
yep i was sometimes making 150 bucks a week
believe me that was a lot in 1972
i hadda a car some equipment the lot
i remember one night asking the diminutive scottish
drummer called dave why he was so angry
you….you make me so fuckin angrrry
he hissed back over his drum kit
the singer was called ron
and he hadda nice voice actually
my mum n dad didnt mind when this group
borrowed the garage on satday arvo
ooh steven hes got such a nice voice son
joycie would say
he can arf bloody sing said my dad
but these guys hated me
why? you ask, good reader
not fully realising the nuisance
the 19 year olde sk could be
to “grown ups”
but boy
before they kicked my mischeivous ass
outta their tinpot groop
we played a lotta gigs
gigs in tiny little towns like gunning
captains flat (a ghost town, fiendss)
narooma on the coast
bungendore
we played at weddings
christmas parties
wests footy club on sunday nite
where our piece de resistance
was ghost riders in the sky
yippee yi aaaeeee
yippee yi ooo ooo
the crazed rugby players and their sloshed mates
galloping round the room
whooping and braying
you can imagine how i was enjoying that, fiendss
sometimes wed back female impersonaters
hotly debating if theyd had the snip or not
sometimes ron the hilarious jack the lad that he was
would slip in “rude” lyrics
like in black magic woman instead of
might pick up your magic stick
hed sing
might pick up my greasy prick
that kinda thing
still it hurt when i sensed they were plotting
against me
and i finally i was axed in the carpark
one freezing fucking night
while i loaded up my amp
we been rehearsing with another bass player
ron told me
trying to put it in more euphemistic terms
why? i asked puzzled, not understanding
he just kept looking at me and smiling
gradually the horrible truth sank in
id blown it
id pissed these idiots off enuff
and now i was out
no more mauve safari suit
no more gigs 5 nights a week
no more 50 bucks a gig
the fat lady had sung for me
it was the twilight of my 50-50 career
(50 percent oldies, 50 current)
i was washed up on the canberra caberet circuit
i retired back to the garage
to plot my revenge
my olde band got bigger n bigger on the circuit tho
everytime i heard their name blasted from a
community announcement
saga playing tonite at the polish club
i would think dark thoughts
my resolve would be supercharged
i will form a band
that will obliterate all those
who doubted my true genius
i will eclipse all of their careers
i will form the cchhru
and baybee
we will ROCK!!!
sk
sunday 20something of april o6
bondi beach, nsw
2026

im sitting here drinking carmel pure grape juice
muscat
made in israel
mmm
oh whatta smooth drop
yer humble hero been drinkin grape juice
whenever he could find it for 30 odd years now
lloyds in australia do a wonderful grape juice
all the flavours all the grapes
sultana greenache muscatelle etc
you can feel the grape juice hit yer system
you can feel the body gobble it up
the immune system : i’ll have a bitta that
itll help against the streptococci in sector 5
the stomach : ah a lovely lining
the tongue : such delicious sweetness
the throat : oooh soothing
the larynx : divine lubrication
the skin :oh nice, i can repair that little rough bit
the etc : blah blah blah
whatta waste they turn it into wine
all that lovely grape juice…..

some hilarious reviews of ultc
a bloke to wife as he holds cd unopened:
this is me at my happiest
then halfway thru:
lets go for a walk

that i feel shows the true nature of disappointment
so much more eloquently than a thousand nme reviewers
furtively scribbling armed with their thesaurii
lets go for a walk…
from now on that will be my phrase
when something is a little dodgy or bodgy
or wanky skanky loada hanky panky
i heard sebastian rockstarrs new album
how was it?
lets go for a walk
saw the new harrer potty movie
yeah?
lgfaw

folks, as a diss its a winner
so the dude so happy
(at his happiest, no less)
he struggles to get the cellophane of the cd
(he is now approaching the peak of his joy)
he sticks ultc in player
(all down hill from here)
“i wassa downa inna city onna mirahkell streat”
(regret sets in)
the openin riff of unifried feeled blasts
(sadness a feeling of being tricked)
“i needa space kneadle baybee”
(disappointment hardens on his dreams)
“jussa lika the trype that they sell ya”
(exactly he thinks to himself)
“eeeezzzzy bay beee blah blah blah blah blah”
(lets go for a walk)
but harold thats by the hcruhc
theyre ya favorit band in da whirld
i said lets go for a walk doris
but harold you waited a year to get that cd
and it sounds just like all the others so why..?
doris i said lets go for a fucking walk!
but harold…
I SAID A FUCKING WALK!!!!!

we need more badde reviews like this
less of the he cant sing and the lyrics dont make sense
(and…?)
more visceral physical stuff
eg
when i heard the opening note of this record
so sickened by it was i
that i tore it from the player
and ground it to silver dust
against my kitchen floor
i have , however
loved all their previous work.
or
the music on this record
causes birth defects in lab rats

oh by the way
we gotta good review in the english sun
4 stars
saying we’re too goode for the h. polloi
oh our curse
of being too goode
too fast for you baybee
its a high n lonely destiny
being the worlds forgotten (olde) boy
being the best
but most uncredited
i mean we get reviews like
yeah the church are great heres another great record..next?
good band, work hard, f

well if ya thought the hcruhc were obleek
mimesis is finally finished
a double album of atmospheres
dark beautiful music
words from dreams
ebbing flowing receding washing
coming on again
stronger stranger
music so full of sound
hidden things
things fizzing and squirming
falling and shivering
distant contraltos wailing
pianos crashing thru icy surfaces
double bass deep in the earth
the stories like life
that dont lead anywhere
you think
all things in a circle
all opposites reconciled and drowned
in each other
black n white become pains grey
(thats a painting pun)
anyway mimesis art imitating life
its fucking brilliant
and if any smarmy little bastard
gives it a slightly badde review
i’ll be donning my bricklayer gear
and coming round yer house
and bricking yer fucking door up!
doris: oh ya got that mimesis cd at borders harold
harold:yes im most happy before i put it on
doris:oh do lets hear it dear
mimesis comes on
(a gorgeous distant drone w/lovely tinkly sounds
sk begins to intone “a long and deserved holiday..”
harold:lets go for a walk
doris:but steve kilbeys bricked up our fuckin’doors!
anyway fiendss
its saturday morning here
im gonna go out n have me some ye olde funne
visit the markets
score some tat
do my block
blow a bundle
bit by bit
thanks for your attendance
sk

nothing is real
all is in flux
everything is happening at once
i invented time so you could understand that.
music comes to me unasked
words fill up my head
i sip my nepenthe
the ichor in me rises
i begin to vibrate
i feel the hands of the muses
and the fates
each with their equal claim
music comes to me unmasked
it stands naked in my fingertips
it will slip unclothed into your void
in to your emptiness i thrust my music
for safekeeping
like a long walk through the snow
like a night under a lake
beneath the surface tension
of our little society and its rules
you will have my music
to keep you company
to endure the lonely watch of wee small hours
in your triumph and your shame
music will take you home
music will draw your bath
the sound of my singing voice
will hold you in place
will hold you up
when your velocity falters
like little children
songs enter the world
hang around for a while
grow up and move on
in the glorious spring of our masters eternal youth
music will lead you over hills
through the woods
the elementals
the spirits of the trees
music oozing out of this earth
unbidden music
strange music
make mine strange and weird
my music that tries to envelope you
my music youve never heard
the music i keep for my self
the stuff that would break your heart
the notes that fall like tears
the words that are too much to bear
the songs you know are but a shadow
of the secret music
that undresses and caresses you
and leaves you sleepy and unsatiated
the music that borrows a thousand crowns
and never repays them
the music that was made illegal in new north wales
and kingsland
the music that was heavily censored by the romans
the music that jesus whistled when he was a boy
the music that was the last thing dad played
on his piano before he died
the music that i heard deep in the ground
the music that bees hear in the flower
the music vishnu dreams as he sleeps

dip your fingers in the cold current
you sit on the prow of our small boat
as we glide through these underground caverns
take up your instrument and sing
as i row row row my boat
gently down the stream

extra early good morning fiendss
yessaday i run jlk out to his helicopter
and he throws me the keys to the karmic ferrari
and the password that letsa me in
(nutmeg)
to the incredible serene and convenient
kh heady quarters
the chrome the glass the gold records
the secretary birds
the garish wallpaper
and gratuitous displays of welf
jesus
how many did that irish guy sell in asia?
wow
i struggled for this opulence
the secos are all in early
working on khs next strike against
the “straight” music biz
i dont know if you mind me saying it
herr directeur
but its getting hard to tell
whos on whos side here
i mean, did ya really need a sauna and a steamroom
especially as its been erected
im the old sk private office
now gone
so the legions of euro and jap bizness men
can be pampered
while kh skims another cool mill
but for what?
this?
no you silly girls i do not want another
soy hot chocolate with gelatine free marshwiggles
no thank you
yes the kh muesli
soaked in cloudy fresh pressed pomegranate juice
was superb
but next time go easy on the acai
and the wheat grass was a little stringy…
should see the kitchen here
whats jlk running?
a bohemian record co
or a bloomin cordon bleu cuisine noveau?
now leave me alone miss secretary
i have some bloggin to take care of
it wont write itself
if i sit here for my mani and pedi cure
yes my cuticles are slightly …askew
i admit
but please
ah
i banish them
here in this office
i look out to see the pacific ocean
grey and low key this rainy foggy morning
the “straights” head off to their imaginary werk
to keep the great machine stoked up
on statistics memos n boozy lunches
the beautiful surfers ride the waves
regardless of anything else
flat or mountainous
theyre cruising the briny face of the deep
where real monsters loom
well i been listening to three
amazing australian records
and if you fiendss worship me
as much as you should
you should be ordering all the records by
decoder ring
who are an instrumental band with sometimes vox
absolutely beautiful stuff
intricate pulsating atmospheric
guitars
symphonic pointillistic
i got all their records
everyone is EXCELLENT
but especially recommend somersault

bluebottle kiss new album
its a double
melodic savage wild great lyrics
surprising inspiring energetic
urgent
i think all their records are good
but this new one is GREAT!
elk w/ i liljestrom
hey this is so goode!
talk about euro romantic dark weird
intelligent strange
shes on hi fi mikes album as well
the lyrics are so goode too
fiends check these records out
i really dont think youd be disappointed
at all in any of em
au contraire
they are all fuckin amazin

well more on the woes of fatherhood
as ya know
where i last left ya
aurora been diagnosed with strep throat
gets her meddy-cin
oh no doc
she dont likey that one
she swells up
goes all purple
and her tongue nearly chokes her
she’ll be right
says laconic aussie doc
then
baby bouncer
no longer bouncing
in fact shes lolling in her bounce chair
like a limp stick of broccoli
eyes droopin’ n runnin’
she looks up kinda sadly
yes dad i got it too
next ms evie starr n i
go out to get some dinner
at lauries
(you should try their tempeh burger
with satay n guac)
by the time we get there
ms esk has thrown in the towel
im sick dad
i dont want anything
so there they are
3 sick pigeons in a row
guzzling tylenol
chewing echinacea
and thermometers protruding
from mouths
taking their tenpacha
as eve says
oh dear
just what ya want for school holidaze
a buncha sick n restless ninnies
stuck inside
and wreaking havoc
one day inside n evies climbin the walls
2 days n shes demolishing em

any way
do kids n rock n roll really mix?
hmmm…thats what i thought

funny reading all the reviews for ultc
seems like some were gonna write the same thing
whatever the fuck the record was actually like
oblique lyrics
dreamy guitars
etc
blah
etc
blah
others seem genuinely surprised by it
and can see we made a great leep forward
i must say that mr fan-borin’s review
on hotelwombat made this olde rocker misty
im glad you like it
and if he bloodywell likes it
then its good enuff for me
but did ya notice that toggle action IS
derived from interlock off jammed
just as youd predicted
you clever little man
wow dude
you write so well in english
id fuckin LOVE to read it in yer mother tongue

how do people get so good in another language?
im serious here
i would faint if most aussie reviewers
could toss phrases around
like our teutonic friend over here

anyway
anyway
im working on some paintings
have finished my small bit in the movie
(did i tell ya bout the stuff they were
snorting in the party sequence? ha!)
im going over to newt town today
to maybe help davey c w/ his dark movie
(max castle, where are you?)
many things in motion
many things have come to a standstill(ion)
time will reveal all
elli getting better n better
i love you all
good n bad
happy n sad
girl n lad
bye
sk

good morning you voracious fiendss
youve come hanging round
looking for a blogfixx
hanging round on the internet
ready to wolfe down my words
(secretly coated in an invisible
tasteless odourless alkaloid
that will cause addiction after
prolonged exposure)
im sittin in the caf
wearing my negative uninvited like the crowds
t shirt
i have haad some good gnus though
elli herself rang this morning
chatted for 15 minutes
feeling itchy n restless
maybe god willing
she can return home soon
pretty much back to her olde
elli-ish self
but i have actually learned a lot
about her in the last 2 weeks
she displayed constant fortitude
despite everything
and i KNOW
she did better than i woulda done
when i was 14
i appreciate yer concern people
i really do
this is beyond the masks of society
this stuff makes you need other people
and im glad you were there
for me
in the way that you were
luddite that i am
i fume about computers
yet i owe so much to the intahnett
and the way people who liked what
i/we did
could kinda focus themselves
and think its great
and i think its great
that i dont have to wait weeks n weeks
to find out what YOU GUYS think of the things we did
before it was just the critics
(n their little fucking axes theyre grinding)
but now
its instant
im grateful for that

doing some last minute werk on basement tapes
with peter k n jorden bee
hey jb is one talented nice cat
he mixes us live in sydney
he plays guitar on ultc n bwtb
he engineers vox n mixes bwtb
he sings b vox on ultc
and
a true gentleman n scholar
a true fifth member of the hchcur
also david trump
another bouy genius
he has mixed played sung n written n recorded
with us for years n years
hes mixed ultc (in 2004)
its a great sounding record
its beefy
its smooth
its got lotsa subtle things
thatll take ya a while to pick up on

i loved the review in lunarpuke6
old guys who took 2 many drugs one
except i think to myself
cos the dude is saying this ones like heyday
n this ones like blah blah blah
and im thinkin’
but you must be pretty old yerself
if things are remindin ya of heydey
anyway
we getting some goode reviews so far
so far…
of course
some little matt snow is out there
as we speak
sittin in his flat in wapping
the eggy stains still congealing on his shirty
reaching for his laptop
(even tho he no longer has a lap)
and having cause to hit the vitriol button hard
but you all know the problems we rock artists face
in 2006
there are restrictions
we wanna work within the restrictions
yet simultaneously slowly open out
i think ultc does that n more
its the first hchcru that makes me wanna dance
its brash its smooth its stupid its wise
its primitive its sophisticated its cerebral
its sexy
come on what more can you ask for
you gonna be playin this disc for a lot longa
than mosta the othah stuff you shell out for this year
itll keep revealing things to ya for years
i put em in there for ya
slow release
fluctuations over the years
sometimes itll be different
anyway
thats it
love on ya
sk

monday
9 19
sunny bondi etc etc
the postcards
the t shirts
the surf boards
the juice bars
the thai restaurants
the tourists
the blow ins
the johnny come latelys
the israelis
the hasidics
the mums n dads
the kiddiwinks
the teenagers
the bag ladies
the hoity toity models
the south american coke dealer types
the shop owners
the hangers on
the main men

yeah bondi

yessaday we have ye olde eggy hunt
for the doodles
doodles dye their eggies n paint em
then we go to ye olde parky warky
nk…keep them doodles bizzy while i hide eggies
big ole daddy promised the doodles 2$ for each eggy found
ok here i go
putting eggies in trees etc
uh oh theres other kidss in the park watching me
they seeing where i hide eggies
when nk unleashes the doodles to find eggies
th’other kids swoop in
they know where they all are
oh no
its all going wrong
just like i sing in that song
that eggy that i hid
that they wanted to find
but all they found were other kids
where the eggies used to be
so we got about 10 boys all aged about 10 to 12
swamping our egg day
evie is beside herself
and storms off
aurora is more enterprising
shes gotta basket fulla eggies
n
shes already counting up her bux
and picturin the toys she gonna get
nk running round tryin to keep evie interested
ok ok
we gonna have another egg hunt
an auxillary hunt
nk gonna hide em this time
those effing boys watch again
and swoop in to find all eggies
chaos reigns

nk and i play a game called kubb
a swedish game where you throw batons
at wooden blocks
we play against mah bro jlk n his mate matt
this is a very zen game
ole sk has inherited olde joycie bennetts (my mums)
feel for spatial relationships
i musta admit nk no slouch either
we win 2 games
but jlks friend comes good at the end
and we lose the last game
i heartily recommend this game to anyone
its avalable in the us cos someone i know got one
its good for mild exercise
and is great for all ages
(will you listen to me now….)
anyway we finish the game
oh no
what now
aurora is languishing on a bench
lookin like death warmed up
i dont believe it
she got tonsilitis
it comes outta nowhere
her throat all pus-ey
her tonsils swollen up
her face all grey
a temp of a million etc
oh god off to the quacks with her
gee this being a father lark
kinda hard on ya, isnt it
i go home with evie
still grumbling about the eggies
baby bouncer still grumbling
cos nk ran off to doctors without a proper feed
ok i go home
karin calls with elli at the hospital in stockholm
elli on five different painkillers
all hooked up to machines
how are ya darlin?
good comes the weakest of repies
how are feelin
good daddy…im good
elli i know ya not good darlin
yes daddy im very good
i realise shes trying to stop me worrying
daddy i gotta go now
karin tells me ellis had a little bleeding
in her spine
doctors divided if shes needs another operation
i cant believe this is happening
karin sounds so tired and hollow
elli is being so brave n positive…

later that night the orrible cchhru has a meeting
at a thai restaurant in newt town
we get caught up on one thing
round n round n round it goes
sk nods off
its been a long fuckin day bouys
finally at 11 somethin
we end our meeting
i sign 300 copies of ultc
(just what i wanted to do)
go home
fall into bed
have strange dreams
half awake
dreading another call from sweden
no news
good news
get up
baby bouncer lying next to me
waiting quietly for us to all wake up
she gives me such a lovely smile
as i open my eyes
the doodles come running in
aurora proffering her forehead
im better daddy
can you take us swimming?

its another day fiendss
life
its warm
its good
ya gotta treasure it
ya gotta love ya loved ones
ya gotta be kind n considerate
ha you say
you were rude to me once
backstage at the (fill in gig here)
im sorry
im a grumpy olde bastard sometimes
im human
im gonna try harder
i love you people
who read this
and i appreciate you all
the noisy ones
the silent ones
the pretty ones
(hey i got some pretty girls reading my blogg
look at the pictures)
the regs
the newcomers
ya all welcome here
life too fuckin precarious
for pretending
im gonna try n knock out some good stuff for ya
this week
i got loads on
finishin’ my movie
all kindsa things

see ya round
sk