octal map

henceforth haphazard my name overcame me whoever wrote this stuff had more than enough man we can rock unto the red sea some suessy whore delicto is whaling the blues my electric guitar shorts upon entry i enter into song like moon crashing into sea i flog my 12 merciless of the approaching storm music shoots up my heart and explodes in a space the feedback hits a plane and cruises in tremolo bursts baby see me shoot you down over the fields of france you hit the gentle grass in a ball of flame framed against our same sky honey you run like a colour into the red blood and oceanic green the soldiers carry your cross on  their shoulders oh music is like that when it first comes into your fingers in some hotel in athens where you bought the cocaine the girl in the moonlight said something in turkish it sounded like a curse in her bursting tongue i finished off the one in the lobby sometimes you wonder what youre singing yourself nepotism is a word that will fit here it could have been callous or it could have been pyre music in a distant seashell music in a silent print music in a guild guitar too pretty to ever strum the blues the drum come down boom wallop crash gotta tap my little foot oh yeah just like that i know i know i know rocknroll is nothing that much but if you touch me again i will melt into music music in your heart dear tho you never learnt to play me i slogged at it for a hundred days and nights until my head bled the lord saw my clawed eyes and wept quavers which sealed and healed my fate music as a […]

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fizziness fizzle

henceforth haphazard

my name overcame me

whoever wrote this stuff had more than enough

man we can rock unto the red sea

some suessy whore delicto is whaling the blues

my electric guitar shorts upon entry

i enter into song like moon crashing into sea

i flog my 12 merciless of the approaching storm

music shoots up my heart and explodes in a space

the feedback hits a plane and cruises in tremolo bursts

baby see me shoot you down over the fields of france

you hit the gentle grass in a ball of flame framed against our same sky

honey you run like a colour into the red blood and oceanic green

the soldiers carry your cross on  their shoulders

oh music is like that when it first comes into your fingers

in some hotel in athens where you bought the cocaine

the girl in the moonlight said something in turkish

it sounded like a curse in her bursting tongue

i finished off the one in the lobby

sometimes you wonder what youre singing yourself

nepotism is a word that will fit here

it could have been callous or it could have been pyre

music in a distant seashell music in a silent print

music in a guild guitar too pretty to ever strum the blues

the drum come down boom wallop crash

gotta tap my little foot oh yeah just like that

i know i know i know rocknroll is nothing that much

but if you touch me again i will melt into music

music in your heart dear tho you never learnt to play

me i slogged at it for a hundred days and nights until my head bled

the lord saw my clawed eyes and wept quavers which sealed and healed my fate

music as a blessing i really gotta stop coming here

music when we lie in darkness she was only one woman

throbbing afterlife bobbing in time

i am a musician and my heart aches to its beat

this life is given freely yet i must pay my fuckin’ dues

and the stars dont care and thats old news

david frickin’ neil gonna rock like a bitch

and a bitch cant rock till ya fix the glitch

and the fix is in and dead in a ditch

elysian alien simian carnelian

yeah thats it whatever you like

its all music

its all i got

dave id kneel

david neil aint jive i can feel his love shining down on all of us david neil wrote electric lash david neil wrote most of those songs and i ripped him off david is a flesh and blood ghost he exists he existed he will exist in the best of all possible worlds meanwhile me n ricky n the hoffmen are trying to reproduce his stuff we sound like credence and that aint a totally bad thing i cant fucking sing it like david can i…? ricky says sing em like yerself so i am …but who is me…ha ha… anyway it was so long ago i last saw david alive i know he’d think i was doing the right thing because i am trying the wilderness years is finally coming out after what 36 /37 years….. people are interested in him again…ok… he was not the nicest cat but ok… i’d say he was quite a selfish type …i dont think he’d disagree either…. he could write songs but as a human bean left a lot to be desired up to his eyeballs in one shifty caper after another the drugs the women the pawn shops the hotels money disappearing sessions cancelled tapes mysteriously altered erased and modified for example a tape that was dated feb 75 but david died in dec 74…huh? david apparently sang this song called ” near” 2 months after his death nice work i suppose such a fragile geezer running around being a singer songwriter smuggling stuff and goofing off yeah and sometimes songs breaking hearts and losing his bond back in the van in the back of the van the amps the guitars the guys sit around smoking spliffs grumbling and laughing yeah i remember the camaraderie all too well like its yesterday […]

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steve " theres a little david neil in all of us... "" kilbey

david neil aint jive

i can feel his love shining down on all of us

david neil wrote electric lash

david neil wrote most of those songs and i ripped him off

david is a flesh and blood ghost

he exists he existed he will exist in the best of all possible worlds

meanwhile me n ricky n the hoffmen are trying to reproduce his stuff

we sound like credence and that aint a totally bad thing

i cant fucking sing it like david can i…?

ricky says sing em like yerself so i am …but who is me…ha ha…

anyway it was so long ago i last saw david alive

i know he’d think i was doing the right thing because i am trying

the wilderness years is finally coming out after what 36 /37 years…..

people are interested in him again…ok…

he was not the nicest cat but ok…

i’d say he was quite a selfish type …i dont think he’d disagree either….

he could write songs but as a human bean left a lot to be desired

up to his eyeballs in one shifty caper after another

the drugs the women the pawn shops the hotels

money disappearing

sessions cancelled

tapes mysteriously altered erased and modified

for example a tape that was dated feb 75

but david died in dec 74…huh?

david apparently sang this song called ” near” 2 months after his death

nice work i suppose

such a fragile geezer running around being a singer songwriter

smuggling stuff and goofing off yeah and sometimes songs

breaking hearts and losing his bond

back in the van in the back of the van

the amps the guitars the guys sit around smoking spliffs

grumbling and laughing

yeah i remember the camaraderie all too well

like its yesterday once more

david tall and blond and kinda nebulous like he was already a ghost

johnny the guitar player what a hypochondriac what a joke

always out of it on something stupid that had him stupefied…

jim jim the bass player wasnt there …hed broken his ankle

thats where i came in…i could play bass and i met david in australia

and biff on the drums a complete law unto himself on every level

yeah we played mosta the songs on wilderness years

im glad its becoming available

we tried to make it authentic but the tapes had deterioted

we had to re do bits n pieces

david would love it for sure

and its coming to you soon

the wilderness years

Steve Kilbey and Ricky Maymi tour the David Neil album – Australian & NZ Dates

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Tour dates are in our calendar. Please note that the Melbourne show will now be at the Cherry Bar in ACDC Lane.

Steve & Ricky will also be at The Espy, St Kilda on Sat 23rd July w/special guests The Demon Parade, Lady Strangelove  & Crooked Saints – event invite here

View gig photos  by Cai Griffin in Tone Deaf’s gallery – click here

Radio interview : Tim Powles on 107.1FM radio North Qld

Tim Powles will be on Radio 107.1fm radio North Queensland at 2.30pm tomorrow (Thursday 30th June 2011). This show is broadcast live on the net here http://www.radioportdouglas.com/ LISTEN TO THE PODCAST HERE http://podcasts.radioportdouglas.com/TimPowlesOnPortFM20thJune2011.mp3 It went for approx an hour. Great interview with timEbandit

Tim Powles will be on Radio 107.1fm radio North Queensland at 2.30pm tomorrow (Thursday 30th June 2011). This show is broadcast live on the net here http://www.radioportdouglas.com/

LISTEN TO THE PODCAST HERE http://podcasts.radioportdouglas.com/TimPowlesOnPortFM20thJune2011.mp3

It went for approx an hour. Great interview with timEbandit

fucking cigarettes #2 / the spirits of addiction

dont get hung up on the terminology try to find the idea within the words modern science is uncertain where addiction resides yes it is a series of neuro chemical blah blahs it is also a crafty opponent that seems to out think you at every level as you plot its demise in the secretest corner of your being it fucking laughs to itself baby it  knows your tiniest little inkling inside out its got you bugged in heart and mind its blocking your own internal dialogues it obscures the heart and mind from each other it fills you with irrational fear it manipulates your choices it jams your common sense it bombards you with its propaganda and it censors the information going in it switches off self preservation measures it over rides logic it tells you one and one is three and you believe it you find it hard to fight it because it isnt anywhere but it always knows what your next move will be it plays you like a fish…. let you go …reel you in its got your number it knows you it is within you you invited it in i believe all substances that affect our consciousness have some spirit or some program or some agenda or some disembodied intelligence behind them and these spirits hide inside us like lobbyists championing their cause and telling you how badly you need them and putting a spin on anything concerning them and if ever cornered becoming angry and desperate if you ask your friends why they smoke after youve waded through all the usual rationales you will invariably find that they become quite angry because the spirit will not let them access the answers and in their bafflement they become surly and incommunicative and protective of their […]

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the addict immaculate

dont get hung up on the terminology

try to find the idea within the words

modern science is uncertain where addiction resides

yes it is a series of neuro chemical blah blahs

it is also a crafty opponent that seems to out think you at every level

as you plot its demise in the secretest corner of your being

it fucking laughs to itself

baby it  knows your tiniest little inkling inside out

its got you bugged in heart and mind

its blocking your own internal dialogues

it obscures the heart and mind from each other

it fills you with irrational fear

it manipulates your choices

it jams your common sense

it bombards you with its propaganda

and it censors the information going in

it switches off self preservation measures

it over rides logic

it tells you one and one is three and you believe it

you find it hard to fight it because it isnt anywhere

but it always knows what your next move will be

it plays you like a fish…. let you go …reel you in

its got your number

it knows you

it is within you

you invited it in

i believe all substances that affect our consciousness have some spirit

or some program

or some agenda

or some disembodied intelligence behind them

and these spirits hide inside us

like lobbyists championing their cause

and telling you how badly you need them

and putting a spin on anything concerning them

and if ever cornered becoming angry and desperate

if you ask your friends why they smoke

after youve waded through all the usual rationales

you will invariably find that they become quite angry

because the spirit will not let them access the answers

and in their bafflement they become surly and incommunicative

and protective of their addiction

the spirits inner voice can sound just like your own

and it can threaten and cajole and whine and remonstrate

talk you into or out of anything  it wants

it tells you you enjoy smoking more than you do

it tells you that stopping will be harder than it really is

it tells you that you will stop…one day…but not yet….

it spews out hard luck stories why you need to keep going

dont let other people control you by getting you to quit

you’ll quit when youre good and ready but not today

you read all those statistics about cancer

you see all the pictures and the voice thinks of something

the spirit convinces you it wont happen to you

you’ll be the one percent that doesnt get something from it

i knew a woman who was a heavy smoker

she had a terrible cough

i said maybe you should slow down with the cigarettes

she said the cigarettes helped her cope with the cough!

i mean whos coming up with this stuff…?

who is manning the switchboard in your brain…?

something is telling you to keep doing something thats killing you

something that barely gives any reward but to satisfy itself

for this most meagre pleasure you are prepared to die horribly

and prematurely

and the spirit goes on yabbering year in year out

helping you procrastinate helping you relapse

helping you ignore those nasty warning signs

sometimes a whisper sometimes a roar

the voice of the spirit

listen

can you hear it?

 

 

 

fucking cigarettes #1

i hate fucking cigarettes i detest and loathe and fucking abhor the fucking things these fucking cigarettes are some fucked up fucking shit, right…? what the fucking fuck??????? filthy stinking stupid idiot things that do nothing at least fucking alcohol does something even if its horrible oh yeah sorry cigarettes do do something they fucking kill ya heres the deal imagine this 13 bucks for twenty little putrid sticks that stink out inside and outside in dirty mucky ashy smelly foul foolish fucking useless things for a hundred bucks a week habit you can develop a disgusting disease you wont get any visions or dreams or loss of inhibitions you wont get any drowsiness or euphoria or blurred eyesight you wont hallucinate or overdose or trip or get loaded or pissed or high or down or out there or stimulated or anything what do you get? fucking nothing i keep using the word fucking so as to emphasise to an nth degree the total imbecility of cigarettes no one can defend them there is not one good thing you can say “oh it gives me something to do with my hands” yeah…so you gonna trade your fucking lungs for that..? i mean before smoking who ever fucking said that… gives me something to do with my hands… do you think cavemen sat around wishing that their hands had  something to do…? do you think aristotle fucking wondered what he could do with his hands as if his hands were restless and demanding “something to do” what a fucking joke a killing joke it is what about “it calms my nerves” try fucking having throat cancer n see how calm your nerves are a total criminal absurdity a wicked cosmic joke so incredibly blatant we almost ignore it for the last […]

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st steven supermartyr

i hate fucking cigarettes

i detest and loathe and fucking abhor the fucking things

these fucking cigarettes are some fucked up fucking shit, right…?

what the fucking fuck???????

filthy stinking stupid idiot things that do nothing

at least fucking alcohol does something even if its horrible

oh yeah sorry cigarettes do do something

they fucking kill ya

heres the deal imagine this

13 bucks for twenty little putrid sticks

that stink out inside and outside in

dirty mucky ashy smelly foul foolish fucking useless things

for a hundred bucks a week habit you can develop a disgusting disease

you wont get any visions or dreams or loss of inhibitions

you wont get any drowsiness or euphoria or blurred eyesight

you wont hallucinate or overdose or trip or get loaded or pissed

or high or down or out there or stimulated or anything

what do you get?

fucking nothing

i keep using the word fucking

so as to emphasise to an nth degree the total imbecility of cigarettes

no one can defend them there is not one good thing you can say

“oh it gives me something to do with my hands”
yeah…so you gonna trade your fucking lungs for that..?

i mean before smoking who ever fucking said that…

gives me something to do with my hands…

do you think cavemen sat around

wishing that their hands had  something to do…?

do you think aristotle fucking wondered what he could do with his hands

as if his hands were restless and demanding “something to do”

what a fucking joke a killing joke it is

what about “it calms my nerves”

try fucking having throat cancer n see how calm your nerves are

a total criminal absurdity

a wicked cosmic joke so incredibly blatant we almost ignore it

for the last forty years since we kinda “found out” about smoking

we have ignored the vicious pernicious fuckwit grip of this killer

its just totally stupid

and it goes against the grain of intelligent western thought

one day it will have to go just like fucking bullfighting

in fact they are both totally idiotic things

no there is no beauty or inexplicable enigma to em

both of em are death

a negation of life

fuck you kilbey you take drugs you say

fuck you kilbey you are an ex cigarette smoker yourself hypocrite

or as one alcoholic cretin recently re-marked to me

when informed that i did not take kindly to booze in MY house

he said : you sound like the reformed whore in church, steve

and there you go some little axiom to justify yer unhealthy habits

so when kilbey says fuck dont smoke cigarettes

you say fuck you kilbey you took fuckin’ heroin, BABY!!!

yes i did but that doesnt help your tongue cancer

yes kilbey is a hypocrite

but surely its better to be the fucking reformed whore in church

(ha ha)

than the unreformed whore getting fucked by some horrible brute up the back lane

or what?

are you following my fucking logic this is not rocket surgery!

it kills you

it does nothing but feed itself

no that is not just a metaphor

maybe i know nothing about anything

but i fucking understand addiction

my friends whom i implore DO NOT SMOKE

i was addicted to smack for ten years

it gave me a lot of time to consider the mechanisms of addiction

yes i consider myself an expert like a thief is expert in thieving

i am not proud of my knowledge or how i obtained it

but is knowledge nonetheless

i tell my friends look there is some kinda spirit at work in this

an opium spirit

a tobacco spirit

a wine spirit

a vodka spirit

a marijuana spirit

yes metaphorically

yes on certain levels

levels you may not understand unless

you get someone like me

someone who examines thought as a living

i write words and the words come to me

and i have observed how these words arrive

i see where the words come from

and until i tangled with heroin i didnt understand

humanity is in some apparent symbiosis with many things

with animals with plants with environments

the fruit contains the seed so some creature  eats it

walks around

and excretes it somewhere else

the fruit tree cannot get its seed over there by itself

the tree makes the apple so human will eat it and help it propagate

the human benefits from the apple and grows loadsa trees

this is as our symbiotic relationship with tobacco

fuck are you telling me humanity

is not in some sorta symbiotic relationship with tobacco….?

tell me this :

if tobacco had no use to man would it still be around after millions of years?

it had to figure out something didnt it?

i mean every fucking thing that gets through each century

has to have something going for it, right?

otherwise you fade away

you gotta have strength or speed or endurance or adaptability

in the plant world i guess things must die out too

they have the problem of no mobility and they need to get about

usefulness to another species is a big fucking plus i’d say

ok so theres this substance and its usefulness is to man

only this fucking symbiotic relationship is now a hoax

i reckon the native americans for example used tobacco “correctly” :

yeah on special occasions  they would smoke a large quantity at once

eg dig this

a junky in stockholm once told me that hed tried every fucking drug

i said what was the weirdest scariest fucking trip man

he said tobacco

i said what do you mean…tobacco…?

but this swedish junky had once visited new guinea

and smoked tobacco with the natives

big deal i said

no man he said

this fresh tobacco in this great big pipe

its like smoking a hundred cigarettes at once

he said it fucking knocked ya right out of this world

you know i could kinda imagine it

like when you start smoking and you get your first nicotine rush

its fucking horrendous

like dizzying  nauseous breathless kick in the guts

imagine that feeling times 100

thats the correct dose i guess

one huge fucking blast occasionally

the native cultures dont puff on fucking cigs all day n night

they use it with a certain ceremonial feel that almost prevents abuse

the men would gather and i guess have their ceremony

i dont fucking know say some stuff

to give this smoking some context or holiness or tradition

i dont know do i……

ok you smoke this great big pipe

with the circumference of a small cannon

and one can only imagine

BANG! youve gone from 0 to 1000 in one tenth of a second

the swedish junky convinced me of his weird tobacco epiphany

yes i do believe there is something out there to be observed

and normally i am the first idiot wanting to see what it is

every fucking substance got its own dimension

heroin dimension is warm and sleepy ….at first….

the cocaine dimension is exhilaration

whatever i guess angel dust has its own dimension

datura has  got a dimension and its hideous

tobacco definitely has a dimension but i dont wanna go there

it may even be a useful dimension

i dont know

i have never really read an interview with a sioux

talking about his tobacco experience

one assumes it had some big pluses

but um white man is not using tobacco in this way

i smoked a million cigs and not one tiny revelation

like ingesting a tiny bit of some drug

never getting the real effect but just constantly under the surface

the trouble is not so much with the substance tobacco and its effects

the trouble is the means by which we fucking get it into our systems

the way it comes in

not what it does

the native users smoke it occasionally not constantly

not with all the additives and all the fucking other shit

i bet the native users dont suffer all the chronic smoking bullshit we got

we’re smoking this stuff

we’re getting no revelations

we’ve fucked it and modified it

like how we made cocaine from coca leaf

they say the cats in south america who chew the coca leaf are cool

at least cooler than the raving egotistical cocaine addict in the west

not all people react to cocaine like that

drugs are like alcohol

people react   in a whole gamut of ways

going from total negative disinterest to crazed apostle-like mania

but by fucking with the coca-leaf the west did its usual dumb thing

some of the active ingredients were extracted from a melange of molecules

the west considered some parts of the coca leaf unnecessary

maybe they thought it inert or something

other bits are souped up with a chemical process

the mode of transmission is changed perverted

now its superfast  superstrong but supernasty too

it wasnt sposed to be

youve fucked with something far deeper than you can understand

something had already figured out how it was supposed to work

god or the plant itself or something else …nature if you like

it doesnt want to kill its host

tobacco doesnt want to kill its host

no drug does…enslave them yes but not to harm them too much

the 2 sides of a symbiotic relationship need the other to stay in good shape

the sucker fish on sharks

the shark says get rid of my irritating parasites and you can hang onto me

the sucker says cool i’ll get to work right away

he knows the shark aint gonna hurt him cos they gotta good deal

but either god or evolution or some other force… nature for example…

has somehow sorted it out and theres a real mesh of interconnectedness

and that is how it works for mutual benefit

the size and shape of both the fish for example

if a human redesigned one of the fish  if it were possible

you can be sure it would go wrong maybe in some hideous unseen way

thats what happened with tobacco and the west

we are not using it we are abusing it

it wasnt supposed to be like this

we are creatures for all our intelligence

we are subject to the material rules of our reality

tobacco smoke

esp in cigarettes and the 20 a day smoking of them fucks you bad

hang on

smoking tobacco constantly kills people yet we tolerate it?

somehow our symbiosis is outta whack

cos our partner is dealing us death

if it was anything else killing us so unnecessarily as this

people would be going fucking beserk that it was banned and hard to obtain

but we have accepted it

its hard to stop now it is so thoroughly rooted in our lives

but my fascination is actually with the tobacco spirit in dialogue with us

now a kinda perverted fucked up spirit urging you to smoke

even tho its taking out people left right n centre

young women especially dying faster sooner nastier

big multiplier /good odds on an early death

fuck that spirit of tobacco is selling you some trip aint it?

more tomorrow

 

 

 

Radio Interview Sat 25th June 2011 – Autism Benefit

Steve Kilbey, Tim Powles, Craig Wilson and Ricky Maymi will be on ABC National with Andy Ford at 11am this morning performing Block and talking about the recent Universe Within Autism Awareness and Benefit Gig http://www.abc.net.au/rn/listen/player.htm 27/6/11 – Listen to the audio here http://www.abc.net.au/rn/musicshow/stories/2011/3253457.htm . Tim Powles talks about the autism benefit and then adds percussion to Thom Moore (a guest singer at the benefit) on the church’s song ‘Already Yesterday’

Steve Kilbey, Tim Powles, Craig Wilson and Ricky Maymi will be on ABC National with Andy Ford at 11am this morning performing Block and talking about the recent Universe Within Autism Awareness and Benefit Gig http://www.abc.net.au/rn/listen/player.htm

27/6/11 – Listen to the audio here http://www.abc.net.au/rn/musicshow/stories/2011/3253457.htm . Tim Powles talks about the autism benefit and then adds percussion to Thom Moore (a guest singer at the benefit) on the church’s song ‘Already Yesterday’

Online Donations to Autism

If you can’t be at the Universe Within Autism Awareness and Benefit Gig tonight, you can now donate to the cause via the following link https://www.gofundraise.com.au/page/universewithin Thanks, the church

If you can’t be at the Universe Within Autism Awareness and Benefit Gig tonight, you can now donate to the cause via the following link
Thanks,
the church

antarctic scene thirteen

i am the chill severe papa down here in these colonies our lives paradoxically skandanavian in its existential struggle a harsh conceited man who has made and lost fortunes father to an unlikely number of daughters each impossibly lovely my coach has broken down in an enchanted forest i am old but still vaguely handsome as i wander in the snow years of city living have left me unprepared for the wilderness i am a merchant and my ship of dreams has run aground my horse disappeared into the darkness my fortune was only in words and words became cheap and i said something once and no one remembered and i said something once and no one forgot the trees are old and scarred they seem to sneer the moon over head is neither here nor there its place in the story unclear the night is antiseptic and frozen the sparkling stars are captured as if on velvet membrane black a loud voice in my head shouts defiantly at the night the other voices are quiet and waiting to see and the forest squeezes itself in roots and in fronds its thought given form in spirit which animates matter an unknown past a distant future oh now for the warm bath the opium pipe the touch of woman oh for the crisp sheets oh for the toast and jam and mulled wine the night full of its beasts unseen but moving in undergrowth the night full of traps and pits and rusty old hooks the night full of whispers from the grave the night full of its mists smelling faintly of some far-off laboratory the night of thorn the night of claw the night of snout the night of bone expelled from time during some dismal spell and now you […]

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the bondi strindbergs

i am the chill severe papa down here in these colonies

our lives paradoxically skandanavian in its existential struggle

a harsh conceited man who has made and lost fortunes

father to an unlikely number of daughters each impossibly lovely

my coach has broken down in an enchanted forest

i am old but still vaguely handsome as i wander in the snow

years of city living have left me unprepared for the wilderness

i am a merchant and my ship of dreams has run aground

my horse disappeared into the darkness

my fortune was only in words and words became cheap

and i said something once and no one remembered

and i said something once and no one forgot

the trees are old and scarred they seem to sneer

the moon over head is neither here nor there

its place in the story unclear

the night is antiseptic and frozen

the sparkling stars are captured as if on velvet membrane black

a loud voice in my head shouts defiantly at the night

the other voices are quiet and waiting to see

and the forest squeezes itself in roots and in fronds

its thought given form in spirit which animates matter

an unknown past

a distant future

oh now for the warm bath the opium pipe the touch of woman

oh for the crisp sheets oh for the toast and jam and mulled wine

the night full of its beasts unseen but moving in undergrowth

the night full of traps and pits and rusty old hooks

the night full of whispers from the grave

the night full of its mists smelling faintly of some far-off laboratory

the night of thorn the night of claw

the night of snout the night of bone

expelled from time during some dismal spell

and now you merchant have wandered into the domain of Lunacy

who am the master of these lands and some great feline terror

and he will play with you in his long lit halls

and things will move of their own accord

a very bad dream

a long moment between lives

Interview: The AU Review talks to Steve Kilbey

http://www.theaureview.com/interviews/the-au-interview-steve-kilbey-of-the-church-sydney June 22, 2011 – 3:12am — Larry Heath Tomorrow night, Steve Kilbey is joining Peter Koppes and Tim Powles from The Church for a one-off intimate performance at the Red Rattler in Sydney, to raise money and awareness for Autism Spectrum Australia. I had the honour of catching up with Steve last week to chat about the initiative, his work with Ricky Maymi from The Brian Jonestown Massacre and some of his collaborations from over the years – including the recent GB3 with Glenn Bennie. You’re about to play some shows with Ricky Maymi on the back of the mysterious album The Wilderness Years, By David Neil – how did your relationship with Ricky come about? I don’t know how you’d describe our relationship – it’s a bit father and sonish. He’s been a mate of mine for a long while now, we like a lot of the same music. He was in Sydney and I had this concept about this dead rock star who’d never really done anything, only released some very obscure records, and so Ricky and I said – let’s try and make the records that this guy might have made. It’s always good to have a premise when you set out to do something. It’s very difficult just to sit down and say, I’m going to write a song. It’s much easier to say I’m going to sit down and write a song that gives you this feeling, and these are the background details to it… Well we’re excited to hear it! You’re touring throughout Australia and New Zealand in July and August. But you did do a few shows together last year? Yeah. We’ve got a band, we’ve got a father and son bass player and drummer. There you go! It’s almost like a double father and son act! *Laughs*…. […]

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June 22, 2011 – 3:12am — Larry Heath

Tomorrow night, Steve Kilbey is joining Peter Koppes and Tim Powles from The Church for a one-off intimate performance at the Red Rattler in Sydney, to raise money and awareness for Autism Spectrum Australia. I had the honour of catching up with Steve last week to chat about the initiative, his work with Ricky Maymi from The Brian Jonestown Massacre and some of his collaborations from over the years – including the recent GB3 with Glenn Bennie.

You’re about to play some shows with Ricky Maymi on the back of the mysterious album The Wilderness Years, By David Neil – how did your relationship with Ricky come about?

I don’t know how you’d describe our relationship – it’s a bit father and sonish. He’s been a mate of mine for a long while now, we like a lot of the same music. He was in Sydney and I had this concept about this dead rock star who’d never really done anything, only released some very obscure records, and so Ricky and I said – let’s try and make the records that this guy might have made. It’s always good to have a premise when you set out to do something. It’s very difficult just to sit down and say, I’m going to write a song. It’s much easier to say I’m going to sit down and write a song that gives you this feeling, and these are the background details to it…

Well we’re excited to hear it! You’re touring throughout Australia and New Zealand in July and August. But you did do a few shows together last year?

Yeah. We’ve got a band, we’ve got a father and son bass player and drummer.

There you go! It’s almost like a double father and son act!

*Laughs*…. Exactly.

And this comes shortly after you performed shows as GB3, with Glenn Bennie, you’re definitely jumping between the projects at the moment!

Yep. On the go!

How did that show go?

This GB3 record is an amazing record. It’s definitely up there with anything I’ve ever done. I’ve always wanted much more for it than it ever gets. Bigger venues and more people and more reviews. All the guys in the band have day jobs, and you can’t get Glenn to understand how amazing he is. If ever I compliment him on stage, and say ‘The Amazing Glenn Bennie’, he gets a bit angry. He’s lived a career of modesty. So I’ve always wanted more for that band and that record. It’s been a struggle to get it out there.

You released the record back in October if last year – what was the cycle like getting it to that point? From the time you and Glenn first had the idea to work together on the project, to the time it was released in stores…

Some cycles for my projects can be quite long. GB3 took a couple of years. David Neil is about three years, since it started. Others happen reasonably quickly.

There have been plenty of these sorts of collaborations over the years – from your Jack Frost project with Grant McLennan to Isidore with Jeffery Cain of Remy Zero.

And Martin Kennedy – he and I have started working on album number three. Always juggling a lot of projects.

But it always comes back to The Church, and today we’re talking about the Autism Awareness and Benefit gig you’re playing at the Red Rattler on the 23rd of June. How did this event come about?

The Church have an executive producer slash patron who is a wealthy professor from America. A fan of The Church who has helped us finance projects for 14 or 15 years. One of his daughters is autistic and it is his cause. It was his wish that The Church take up the cause as well. It’s really the only thing he’s ever asked of us in return. So we’ve been looking for an opportunity to raise awareness of this condition.

On a personal side, I have a nephew who has Asperger’s Syndrome, which is a mild form of Autism. Now our patron’s daughter has the sort of Autism where she is locked into her own universe, she’s inaccessible. Where as my nephew, in some ways he’s completely normal, and looking at him you wouldn’t know. He actually has a brilliant mind, he’s interested in arcane things like magic and the middle ages, chemical symbols and stuff. On the other hand, he can’t say hello and goodbye and thank you. He can get frustrated and upset quite easily.

When he first came into our extended family, everybody was quite confused. I thought he was just a naughty little devil… thought that my brother was letting him get away with too much! But once it became apparent what was going on, it changed everything – it’s a completely different thing. It became so much easier to approach him knowing that he had Aspergers. So I think that raising awareness is very important. This charity we’re involved with for this event, their specialty is in working to re-educate siblings of Asbergers and Autistic children, to be able to accommodate them in their lives.

My nephew has a sister that’s older than him and a brother who’s younger, they really had to learn to sacrifice a lot. If he comes into a room and he wants to sit on a chair that they’re sitting on, they’ll have to get up and let him sit there. They can’t do what a normal kid would and say ‘that’s not fair’, because his mind doesn’t work in those terms. And that’s where this program comes in to help the siblings understand that. I believe it’s a very worthy cause.
I’m not an expert in it, but I believe that the incidences of Asbergers and Autism are on the rise – but maybe that’s because we have a name for it now. Years ago you were just a naughty little bugger! Like my nephew, always wanting to sit in the same chair and things like that, but at the same time he’s got an absolutely brilliant mind. He’ll end up with a really important job, because he’ll be able to sit there and focus hour after hour on a task – far beyond what you or I could do. You look back at the geniuses of history, and hey’ve often said that people like Einstein and Newton had signs of Asbergers for that very reason.

It’s brilliant that you have this opportunity to bring light to the cause – what can people who attend expect from the performances?

There’s a Church side project called The Refo:mation, which is the band minus Marty. For the first time ever we’ll be playing songs off an album we released a while back. Ricky will be there playing guitar. Some other musicians will join us, some who have Asberger’s themselves and others who have been affected by it in their families.

Our MC is from a band called The Camels, and he has a brother who has been rated the most Autistic person in the Southern Hemisphere. That’s the private universe. Nothing’s coming in and nothing’s coming out. It’s like having a computer with all these files in it that you can never open.

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INFORMATION ABOUT THE PERFORMANCE:

There will be no door charge on the night. Instead, punters are asked to be generous and dig as deep as they can by leaving a completely tax deductable donation on entry of around $60. (Tax deductible receipt can be issued)

For more information on Autism spectrum disorders, visit: http://www.autismspectrum.org.au/ or call the Autism Information Line on 1800 069 978 or 02 8977 8377.

UNIVERSE WITHIN: Autism Awareness and Benefit Gig with members of the church and special eclectic guests.

Thursday June 23. Red Rattler. 6 Faversham Street, Marrickville.
Doors Open at 8pm.
Entry via $60 donation to Aspect being collected at the door.

If you can’t be at the Universe Within Autism Awareness Benefit Gig tonight, you can now donate to the cause via the following link