Steve Kilbey and Ricky Maymi will be doing an instore appearance at Red Eye Records on Thursday the 4th August between 5.30 and 6pm to promote the new David Neil album. They will perform a few tunes and have their cd for sale (and hopefully the vinyl!) Red Eye Records www.redeye.com.au New Location ! 143 YORK ST (Behind the QVB), Sydney Ph: 92677440 Fax: 92677550
Steve Kilbey and Ricky Maymi will be doing an instore appearance at Red Eye Records on Thursday the 4th August between 5.30 and 6pm to promote the new David Neil album. They will perform a few tunes and have their cd for sale (and hopefully the vinyl!)
in the morning i awake over and over dreams fall from me like streaming drops i rise up and up from my winterbed into a pale and delicate sky that has no colour at all before birth after death each voice that said something unto me deeply well every word used up like a wish whispered fragments remain trapped in echo snapped in two times crust breaks as present moves away from past the chasm of now headlong into tomorrow unable to slow down for one second even we all fall and fall freezing and burning something so important is happening too obvious to see it my hammered head beaten flat and then into a mask my shoulders which bear this weight of all possible worlds my bones splinter like a glacier under the sun my stomach empty like my mind my hands which must belong to some other man my jaw aching from silence my rampant ego shaking the bars of his cage my bemused muse hiding somewhere in side each cloud contains endless lonelinesses life hurtles along recklessly wrong and wrecked the good stuff the bad stuff i exist within the narrow margin of the broad picture the active ingredients from an inert carrier in touch with my inner child hes a little bastard in touch with my inner woman shes a real bitch in touch with my inner brute and hes gung ho like genghis khan but meanwhile the earth careens unguided around our star ablaze no one knows how it got here or where we’re going no one knows why either and thats because the explanation is beyond us/within us and science says think this and religion says think that a poet says be this and a pope says be that and morning follows evening follows […]
microsleep
in the morning i awake over and over
dreams fall from me like streaming drops
i rise up and up from my winterbed
into a pale and delicate sky that has no colour at all
before birth after death
each voice that said something unto me deeply
well every word used up like a wish
whispered fragments remain trapped in echo
snapped in two
times crust breaks as present moves away from past
the chasm of now
headlong into tomorrow unable to slow down for one second even
we all fall and fall
freezing and burning
something so important is happening too obvious to see it
my hammered head beaten flat and then into a mask
my shoulders which bear this weight of all possible worlds
my bones splinter like a glacier under the sun
my stomach empty like my mind
my hands which must belong to some other man
my jaw aching from silence
my rampant ego shaking the bars of his cage
my bemused muse hiding somewhere in side
each cloud contains endless lonelinesses
life hurtles along recklessly wrong and wrecked
the good stuff the bad stuff
i exist within the narrow margin of the broad picture
the active ingredients from an inert carrier
in touch with my inner child hes a little bastard
in touch with my inner woman shes a real bitch
in touch with my inner brute and hes gung ho like genghis khan
but meanwhile the earth careens unguided around our star ablaze
no one knows how it got here or where we’re going
no one knows why either
and thats because the explanation is beyond us/within us
and science says think this and religion says think that
a poet says be this and a pope says be that
and morning follows evening follows me home
cold silver rain and all
my bizarre life walks alongside forcing me to have perspective
there are a million things i need to know
but i must only know them in the right order
king must come after queen but ace can follow a king or two
its no good to get your epsilon before your delta honey
sweet omega must remain as the final word
i travel inside the guise of man but i am afraid of him
i seem like a person but i seem to me like i’m really something else
we offered you love ….someone sighs in the dark….
you see its all been a dreadful dreadful mistake!
i start up suddenly but strong hands restrain me
no hurry no rush says the quiet sad voice
but still something forces me through against my will
have i gone and died ….?
i appeal to whatever is out there
whatever it was that cared enough to create us all out of nothingness
i know it is something so incredibly minuscule or so impossibly gigantic
our understanding of it reduced to words meaning nearly nothing
like everywhere at once and nowhere at all
only its implication can be really understood
me…. i’m a chip off some other old block
a cosmic ugly duckling swanning around these parts
you dont love me because im brilliant
you dont love me because im strange
you dont love me just because im older than all the hills put together
no
so life is like that isnt it?
….whats that?
yeah whatever
whatever you like
(mutters under ‘is breath)
fuck……!
i write this because i can i revel in possibility my rolls royce mind not quite running on all barrels boy tho i have been lucky i stop to consider the others who fell by the west wayside dont think ive forgotten their glories and obscurities i myself stumbled thru it all and accidentally got this far no hero no villain in my own head at a concert or by the side of the blackest nordic lake i still stop to consider all those disappeared into time the past swallows the dead the living surf the present the future holds the unborn why do we die ? why does love die ? oh everything dies childe even these great cities so change into something strange a night template a visit from your lover my limbs feel carved from some unknown metal i am pulled along as if by magnetism i will prevail mildly like a faded head shot when life goes wrong it may happen suddenly the things you say now will seem so faraway as you flash to the whitest light one drink one pill one swerve one fall and even as we plummet each pseudo-abyss we hold in our heads hearts an image of a god or goddess apollo the christ aphrodite the virgin zeus-amon god of hosts athene the mother of god no yonder temple can ascertain the truth the world whirls love and beauty hatred and ugliness as necessary shadows revere the ancient jazz the rest is mist before a great wind
clark kent
i write this because i can
i revel in possibility
my rolls royce mind not quite running on all barrels
boy tho i have been lucky
i stop to consider the others who fell by the west wayside
dont think ive forgotten their glories and obscurities
i myself stumbled thru it all and accidentally got this far
no hero no villain
in my own head at a concert
or by the side of the blackest nordic lake
i still stop to consider all those disappeared into time
the past swallows the dead
the living surf the present
the future holds the unborn
why do we die ?
why does love die ?
oh everything dies childe even these great cities
so change into something strange
a night template
a visit from your lover
my limbs feel carved from some unknown metal
i am pulled along as if by magnetism
i will prevail mildly like a faded head shot
when life goes wrong it may happen suddenly
the things you say now will seem so faraway
as you flash to the whitest light
one drink one pill one swerve one fall
and even as we plummet each pseudo-abyss
we hold in our heads hearts an image of a god or goddess
apollo the christ
aphrodite the virgin
zeus-amon god of hosts
athene the mother of god
no yonder temple can ascertain the truth
the world whirls love and beauty
hatred and ugliness as necessary shadows
revere the ancient jazz
the rest is mist before a great wind
morningside immaculate the dapple of sealight the birds in cloudland oh so far below see the sea let it be itself and sandflows and duning thump thumpy thump says ocean my old heart aches in some hotel in some room i have forgotten oh my tears are pearls on the black mat of forgetting my memory is empty and full the gulls on the shiny-shore greywaves pounds down on fish who never fly worldsend without a warmcoat my wildhair in this whirlingwind i remember thundershot and lightningblast i stand upon the cliffpeak so gaunt so cold imagine thermopylae imagine the somme the same instant murmur from a gathering crowd the push of delinquent orpheus’ lyre as eurydice follows behind in her trance the shudder of crete as the minotaur is born and aphrodite ripped screaming out of her shell monkeys in syria vibrating like demons the arch mesosaur in the surface of dream i plunge like a swan behind velvetcurtains i am moss amongst reed i am swoop amidst glide dismal observation of my enemy time and all that money i lost playing poker a hooded end a falconers death the hook the barb the savage beak that tears and rends the wonder of agony as we breakthrough into newday hark a voice in my wildernesses the musk of may fair as she maybe the intrepid rapids of melting snows some night i think i dye and it will be black oh promise you will bring me back
in a deep dark winter
morningside immaculate
the dapple of sealight
the birds in cloudland oh so far below
see the sea let it be itself
and sandflows and duning
thump thumpy thump says ocean
my old heart aches in some hotel
in some room i have forgotten
oh my tears are pearls on the black mat of forgetting
my memory is empty and full
the gulls on the shiny-shore
greywaves pounds down on fish who never fly
worldsend without a warmcoat
my wildhair in this whirlingwind
i remember thundershot and lightningblast
i stand upon the cliffpeak so gaunt so cold
imagine thermopylae imagine the somme
the same instant murmur from a gathering crowd
the push of delinquent orpheus’ lyre
as eurydice follows behind in her trance
the shudder of crete as the minotaur is born
and aphrodite ripped screaming out of her shell
monkeys in syria vibrating like demons
the arch mesosaur in the surface of dream
i plunge like a swan behind velvetcurtains
i am moss amongst reed
i am swoop amidst glide
dismal observation of my enemy
time and all that money i lost playing poker
a hooded end a falconers death
the hook the barb
the savage beak that tears and rends
the wonder of agony as we breakthrough into newday
hark a voice in my wildernesses
the musk of may
fair as she maybe
the intrepid rapids of melting snows
some night i think i dye and it will be black
oh promise
you will bring me back
in my new zealand oh the mountainsides so fucking green we successfully resist the outside idiocy we dont frankly care what great britain or the united states says or does we are here in this safe place we are at peace with the world and ourselves we are a southern hemisphere skandanavia this integrity you envy will never be bought some beautiful volcanic paradise place i wander to the beach sometimes attended by laughing maori girls singing some beautiful song i am too old and too new to understand they dance and move through nature as i merely walk women of warriors i must look so strange to you they laugh all men are strange to us… the water is cold and i feel great fish and whales in the green depths i travel in the footsteps of nature i meet the locals the men are fierce and handsome the women are elusive and smiling i have these beautiful tattoos i am yet to decipher the story of a people and the islands they came from the journeys the battles the betrayals the cruelties the endurance we remain defiant truth maybe means a bit more here yeah we’re old fashioned we still dont mind a bit of truth yeah in my new zealand where shayne carter is the prime minister and things are sharp and wryly in focus the pm said fuck all that bullshit my new zealand does exactly what it wants to….we earned that right… the cabinet is the bats and the chills and bailter space and the verlaines and that amazing guy who was the best david bowie other than the real one aleister or something or other and in my new zealand where dragon are all alive again yeah scented gardens for the blind take me […]
wandering ponderer
in my new zealand oh the mountainsides so fucking green
we successfully resist the outside idiocy
we dont frankly care what great britain or the united states says or does
we are here in this safe place
we are at peace with the world and ourselves
we are a southern hemisphere skandanavia
this integrity you envy will never be bought
some beautiful volcanic paradise place
i wander to the beach sometimes attended by laughing maori girls
singing some beautiful song i am too old and too new to understand
they dance and move through nature
as i merely walk
women of warriors i must look so strange to you
they laugh
all men are strange to us…
the water is cold and i feel great fish and whales in the green depths
i travel in the footsteps of nature
i meet the locals
the men are fierce and handsome
the women are elusive and smiling
i have these beautiful tattoos i am yet to decipher
the story of a people and the islands they came from
the journeys the battles the betrayals the cruelties the endurance
we remain defiant
truth maybe means a bit more here
yeah we’re old fashioned we still dont mind a bit of truth
yeah in my new zealand where shayne carter is the prime minister
and things are sharp and wryly in focus
the pm said fuck all that bullshit
my new zealand does exactly what it wants to….we earned that right…
the cabinet is the bats and the chills and bailter space and the verlaines
and that amazing guy who was the best david bowie other than the real one
aleister or something or other
and in my new zealand where dragon are all alive again
yeah scented gardens for the blind
take me to the april sun in christchurch
north island south island i’m everywhere
forests and marshes and valleys and crags
the snow and the sea and the rocks and the sky
walking along singing my song in my new zealand
meet the band adrian hoffman on bass guitar guitar and b vox a tall blond geezer of about 20 adrian is a very talented bloke actually hes got his own bloody band, hasnt he…? writes and sings his own bloody songs, doesnt he he is a cool calm collected and wry humoured type shaun hoffman on drums about fortyish i guess hes in charge (a bit) i guess booking flights etc he is reliable and amiable and a little on the wry side too a very individual drummer and very good too on the guitar is ricky maymi talk about a mercurial character one of the best musicians ive ever seen absolute encyclopaedic knowledge of rock music i dont mean rock trivia neither …..i mean the actual music watching a video of him playing at notes in newton is a revelation the way he plays the guitar and the way he moves with his music ricky would be an asset to any rock band on any fucking axe you like hes an amazing drummer too hes got energy motivation verve and pizazz he helped me put this david neil thing together on 12 string occasional bass and vox is me i need no introduction here i suppose old sk you know the guy from the crunch anyway i fly off to perth one day last week our rehearsal is drowned out by the pounding rain our first gig is a party thats right i’ll play yer fucking party or write you a fucking song or whatever if you can but come up with the dosh so yeah we played at this very nice blokes fortieth it was at a gig in a hotel the bloke came in and said ” can we get ya anything?” ricky quick as a flash […]
twilight mysterioso
meet the band
adrian hoffman on bass guitar guitar and b vox
a tall blond geezer of about 20
adrian is a very talented bloke actually
hes got his own bloody band, hasnt he…?
writes and sings his own bloody songs, doesnt he
he is a cool calm collected and wry humoured type
shaun hoffman on drums about fortyish i guess
hes in charge (a bit) i guess booking flights etc
he is reliable and amiable and a little on the wry side too
a very individual drummer and very good too
on the guitar is ricky maymi
talk about a mercurial character
one of the best musicians ive ever seen
absolute encyclopaedic knowledge of rock music
i dont mean rock trivia neither …..i mean the actual music
watching a video of him playing at notes in newton is a revelation
the way he plays the guitar and the way he moves with his music
ricky would be an asset to any rock band on any fucking axe you like
hes an amazing drummer too
hes got energy motivation verve and pizazz
he helped me put this david neil thing together
on 12 string occasional bass and vox is me
i need no introduction here i suppose
old sk you know
the guy from the crunch
anyway
i fly off to perth one day last week
our rehearsal is drowned out by the pounding rain
our first gig is a party
thats right i’ll play yer fucking party
or write you a fucking song or whatever
if you can but come up with the dosh
so yeah we played at this very nice blokes fortieth
it was at a gig in a hotel
the bloke came in and said ” can we get ya anything?”
ricky quick as a flash says the name of some drink
the bloke goes off and comes back with a bottle
we drink it with orange slices and much bonhomie is had
we play pretty good i guess
the crowd at the party like us dont they
more drinks more bonhomie
ricky even sings happy birthday in a dean martin voice
(how BJM is that??!!)
ricky and i stay at a beautiful house in fremantle with felicity and otis
on sunday afternoon i meet up with david kenworthy a sculptor
im gonna do some music for an installation
he gave me a fantastic piece
which is jelly babies set into black and lit from within
a real stunner it is
now i own 2 david kenworthy pieces
he also had a neat house in this strange suburb
i felt very relaxed there it was nice
that night we played in freo at a bar called mojos
we certainly rocked
they liked us
we did an impromptu gloria
and ricky turns it into a bit of a happening
he gets down on the floor and plays with the pedals
the guitar sits in its stand mildly feeding back
and ricky manipulates the sound twiddling the knobs
a series of telegraphic tremolo blips …its fantastic
the next gig in sydney is more problematic
its at the beach road in bondi
my neck of the woulds
its a free gig and i dont like it because of that
it actually wasnt as bad as i feared
but still……
i kept my head down n was glad when it was over
the next night at notes was different again
we had johnny z joining us in sydney on the double bass
he played on the DN record
notes was a good gig and left a nice taste in yer mouth
then melbourne at the cherry bar
this was a hip little venue in melby and very rocknroll
so we rocked and as a guest we have evil graham lee on pedal steel
he plays on the record too
seemed kinda crowded there and we went down well
the next night was ho-bart the capital of tas-mania
wow a bleak cold remote city reminding one of norway
a strange but good gig there
ricky and co stay at a house
where theyre filming a tasmanian macbeth
that was not a joke
the gig was cool i enjoyed it
ok …..next:
new zealand
ps i will be sending david neil albums to all subscribers
who have paid one hundred dollars in the last year
this is the beginning of sk premium…details soon!
http://www.deadcoolshop.com/music+cinema/recommended-albums/song-for-you/ “Coolest concept award: Steve Kilbey and Martin Kennedy are offering (and have many takers!!) to ‘write a song for you for a thousand bucks!’ Wowee Zowee. If they’d write a song for us we’d be over the moon! Church and All India Radio fans this is it! Totally awesome! It’s a personalized song just for you and you get to have input up front. We love the ‘we will draw the line at hip hop and metal’ part. Classic! Click here for all the fantastic details–to die for!”
http://www.deadcoolshop.com/music+cinema/recommended-albums/song-for-you/
“Coolest concept award: Steve Kilbey and Martin Kennedy are offering (and have many takers!!) to ‘write a song for you for a thousand bucks!’ Wowee Zowee. If they’d write a song for us we’d be over the moon! Church and All India Radio fans this is it! Totally awesome! It’s a personalized song just for you and you get to have input up front. We love the ‘we will draw the line at hip hop and metal’ part. Classic! Click here for all the fantastic details–to die for!”
Steve Kilbey chats to Marty Duda at The 13th Floor in New Zealand via phone. Listen in here – http://13thfloor.co.nz/2011/07/07/interview-building-the-perfect-myth-with-steve-kilbey/ CLICK HERE for the NZ tour dates and event invite. 28 July – Kings Arms, Auckland 29 July – Bodega, Wellington 30 July – Refuel, Dunedin 31 July – Broughams Tavern, Christchurch 1 Aug – Cabana, Napier
Steve Kilbey chats to Marty Duda at The 13th Floor in New Zealand via phone. Listen in here –
http://13thfloor.co.nz/2011/07/07/interview-building-the-perfect-myth-with-steve-kilbey/
CLICK HERE for the NZ tour dates and event invite.
28 July – Kings Arms, Auckland
29 July – Bodega, Wellington
30 July – Refuel, Dunedin
31 July – Broughams Tavern, Christchurch
1 Aug – Cabana, Napier
http://www.helpmannawards.com.au/default.aspx?s=nominees The Church and International Music Concepts (IMC) in Association With MAX have been nominated for a Helpmann Award for “A Psychedelic Symphony” – 30th Anniversary Concert – Sydney Opera House Concert Hall. The Helpmann Awards®, named in honour of Sir Robert Helpmann and to commemorate his memory and achievements, were established in 2001 by Live Performance Australia (LPA) to recognise, celebrate and promote our live performance industry, similar to the Tony Awards on Broadway and the Olivier Awards in London. Winners will be announced at the 11th Annual Helpmann Awards Ceremony on Monday the 1st of August at the 11th Annual Helpmann Awards Ceremony at the Sydney Opera House.
http://www.helpmannawards.com.au/default.aspx?s=nominees
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i’m bib pectin and i take no prisoners
well i wouldnt would i seeing im a pop singer
im a good pop singer too not rubbish like they got nowadays
i learnt to sing at the NSW conservatory of rock
i majored in hand gestures and romantic ballad lite
i had the hit when i re-did the anthem made it sexier
bib pectin is my stage name
my real name is tid memo
tidney fitzwilliam memo-bing to be exact
obviously that is not very sexy
so me and my manager came up with bib pectin
crikey it drives the ladies crazy its numerology isnt it
tid memo got as much feng shui as nothing
but bib pectin is dripping with good luck from its vowels
just try dropping it in a conversation with a lady you like
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if you wanna be more sexy that is
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just like romantic ballad lite is an art
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im quite dashing in my special box
the bib pectin stand for members only
a few beers a few wines
my aftershave a special eau-de-pectin whiff
my cravat with its kama sutra motif
my gold chain against my hairy chest
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