A Conversation with the church’s Steve Kilbey

MUSOSCRIBE: Bill Kopp’s music blog: features, reviews, interviews, essays and whatnot: Australian foursome The Church are something of an institution in their native country, and throughout their thirty-plus years together they have enjoyed worldwide success as well. Their commercial apex was undoubtedly the hit single “Under the Milky Way” from the 1988 album Starfish, but every one of their twenty-three albums has its high points. A perennial critics’ darling, the band has mounted tours both acoustic and electric. Their early 2011 US tour took them to the southeast, and I spoke with Steve Kilbey (bass, vocals, lyrics) about the current tour, the band’s longevity and much more. Part One Part Two

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MUSOSCRIBE: Bill Kopp’s music blog: features, reviews, interviews, essays and whatnot:

Australian foursome The Church are something of an institution in their native country, and throughout their thirty-plus years together they have enjoyed worldwide success as well. Their commercial apex was undoubtedly the hit single “Under the Milky Way” from the 1988 album Starfish, but every one of their twenty-three albums has its high points. A perennial critics’ darling, the band has mounted tours both acoustic and electric. Their early 2011 US tour took them to the southeast, and I spoke with Steve Kilbey (bass, vocals, lyrics) about the current tour, the band’s longevity and much more.

Part One
Part Two

Live Video: the church on KEXP radio

Playing three full albums a night on their “Future Past Perfect” tour, the Australian psych-pop veterans The Church took time from their marathon performances to stop by KEXP for an abbreviated and stripped down sample from their three-decade long career. Bandmates Steven Kilbey, Marty Wilson-Piper, Peter Koppes and Tim Powles played a luscious set of songs including some rare renditions you’re unlikely to have heard before. Check out the videos from their acoustic session here: http://blog.kexp.org/blog/2011/02/23/live-video-the-church/

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Playing three full albums a night on their “Future Past Perfect” tour, the Australian psych-pop veterans The Church took time from their marathon performances to stop by KEXP for an abbreviated and stripped down sample from their three-decade long career. Bandmates Steven Kilbey, Marty Wilson-Piper, Peter Koppes and Tim Powles played a luscious set of songs including some rare renditions you’re unlikely to have heard before. Check out the videos from their acoustic session here: http://blog.kexp.org/blog/2011/02/23/live-video-the-church/

tour diary

philly 2 nyc’s and boston all good greenville acoustic show good i have been neglecting my post something came along took the wind outta my sails too busy just coping driving for 14 hour days into night arrive somewhere in darkness my days are filled with a certain sorrow my moral compass is busted i dont know right from wrong whats right for some is wrong for others whats wrong for me is right for them the tour is about to end and  feel anxious i feel scared i feel lonely i feel panicky maybe someday i will/can tell the whole tale a real tale of stupidity and woe a tale that as it grew enfolded more n more people until everyone stood on the sideline shouting at me nobody knows how sad and unsure i am nobody knows what this is like its chaos in my head cha-os last show tonite fly home tomorrow the shows and audiences incredible behind the scenes in my life the shadows multiply i’m lost like a kid is lost like a lamb is lost entering atlanta now its the last ride our little game is over and i cant cry cos i saw it coming no use running take it slow why cant things be easy? i dunno they never are we’ll see wont we?

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darkness returning

philly 2 nyc’s and boston all good greenville acoustic show good i have been neglecting my post something came along took the wind outta my sails too busy just coping driving for 14 hour days into night arrive somewhere in darkness my days are filled with a certain sorrow my moral compass is busted i dont know right from wrong whats right for some is wrong for others whats wrong for me is right for them the tour is about to end and  feel anxious i feel scared i feel lonely i feel panicky maybe someday i will/can tell the whole tale a real tale of stupidity and woe a tale that as it grew enfolded more n more people until everyone stood on the sideline shouting at me nobody knows how sad and unsure i am nobody knows what this is like its chaos in my head cha-os last show tonite fly home tomorrow the shows and audiences incredible behind the scenes in my life the shadows multiply i’m lost like a kid is lost like a lamb is lost entering atlanta now its the last ride our little game is over and i cant cry cos i saw it coming no use running take it slow why cant things be easy? i dunno they never are we’ll see wont we?

the church featured on the ‘Stranded’ radioshow and podcast

the church are featured on ‘Stranded’, an Australian/Canadian music show and podcast hosted by Matt G. The February 14th show includes an interview with Steve Kilbey. Stranded 07 Feb 2011 Stranded 14 Feb 2011

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the church are featured on ‘Stranded’, an Australian/Canadian music show and podcast hosted by Matt G. The February 14th show includes an interview with Steve Kilbey.

Stranded 07 Feb 2011
Stranded 14 Feb 2011

paul culnane RIP

in about 1972 i met him he was a year older than me about 19 we met up in the david jones record bar in canberra i was asking for some records and paul was in there and he starting making some interesting comments on the records i wanted we started talking and immediately became fast friends paul was the only person i had ever met who loved marc bolan like me he understood! he fucking understood….! this alone was enough to guarantee ya lifelong friendship in my world he was a good looking dude with his beard n everything (i got quite a shock seeing him the first time he shaved it off!) paul was such an incredibly knowledgeable character he kept all his pop magazines neatly filed and sorted his records were all in plastic bags n in mint condition and he had everything…all the singles , e.p.s whatever and a hilarious line in gossip on all the comings n goings in the rock world paul was interested in production too and already had a tape recorder he was experimenting with paul turned me onto bowie who i was kinda resisting “for marcs sake” but paul n i were honest with each other about bolan even if it hurt paul said after we bought tanx “how disappointing!” it was we knew bowie was the future paul n i formed a band he was the singer i was the bass player theres a little bit about him in my biography “no certainty attached” he was the singer who wouldnt go on stage because of the bullies as a  consequence of paul pulling out of singing that night i became a singer myself because otherwise i was gonna be a bass player a word about these bullies i knew em […]

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NO!

in about 1972 i met him

he was a year older than me about 19

we met up in the david jones record bar in canberra

i was asking for some records and paul was in there

and he starting making some interesting comments on the records i wanted

we started talking and immediately became fast friends

paul was the only person i had ever met who loved marc bolan like me

he understood! he fucking understood….!

this alone was enough to guarantee ya lifelong friendship in my world

he was a good looking dude with his beard n everything

(i got quite a shock seeing him the first time he shaved it off!)

paul was such an incredibly knowledgeable character

he kept all his pop magazines neatly filed and sorted

his records were all in plastic bags n in mint condition

and he had everything…all the singles , e.p.s whatever

and a hilarious line in gossip on all the comings n goings

in the rock world

paul was interested in production too

and already had a tape recorder he was experimenting with

paul turned me onto bowie who i was kinda resisting “for marcs sake”

but paul n i were honest with each other about bolan

even if it hurt

paul said after we bought tanx “how disappointing!”

it was

we knew bowie was the future

paul n i formed a band

he was the singer i was the bass player

theres a little bit about him in my biography “no certainty attached”

he was the singer who wouldnt go on stage because of the bullies

as a  consequence of paul pulling out of singing that night

i became a singer myself because otherwise i was gonna be a bass player

a word about these bullies

i knew em

i saw who was there that night

a bunch of teenage thugs who’d given paul grief

at the catholic boys high school he attended not that far from my lyneham high

these guys were onto anyone like artistic or intelligent or slightly feminine

wow you had pauly there in spades cos he was all 3

he looked round the curtain n saw simmo n robbo n jonesy or whoever

n he couldnt handle it….singing in front of these guys who one year ago

were probably smacking him around a bit at school

so he just said

i aint doing it!

and fuck he left us in the lurch but i understood why he didnt

it was our first ever gig

it was 1973 at the o’donnell youth club in braddon

i drove past there the other day with sam n pointed it out to her

it sure looked insignificant in the daylight so many years later

but that night it was full of bullies n from my school too

but my sense of destiny always burnt within me so hard

i just get up n play n i dont care

let em thump me afterwards i gotta play my songs

(incidentally no one thumped me or even said anything except for one

long drawn out sneer of KILBEY!!!!???? when i hit the stage)

paul n i kinda remained friends after that but things were a little weird

paul n i both loved bowie and paul was really getting into all the bi-sexuality hoopla

well i very faintheartedly tried to embrace the idea

but the truth was i liked girls n i didnt like blokes not one tiny bit

paul called me as butch as a meat pie

i mean i still liked to dye me hair n put makeup on

but i just didnt dig blokes

paul never suggested anything inappropriate to me either

we verily loved each other like brothers

i dunno how paul felt about me but to me

he was the voice of all good taste in things to do with music

paul loved the beatles the who n todd rundgren too

and he filled me in on everything

half the stuff i know about anything to do with rock probably was from paul

he like me was a man out of time n place

if he’d been in london or somewhere he woulda been engineering n producing

im convinced of that

he really understood pop music in a way that few people ever grasp

he would have made an amazing producer  he had a great “ear”

eventually i guess my butchness n i guess sometimes harsh words

woulda broke up our friendship

but not before we travelled up to sydney together n saw trex

(they were absolutely awful!!!!!)

paul n i drifted apart tho we caught up a few times

once he completely blanked me when he was working in a newsagents in civic

i invited him round to my place but he didnt wanna know me

well i held a grudge and i held it good

when the church got wellknown i met up again with paul in 1981

he was working in the public service

i couldnt work out if he was straight or gay or bi or whatever

whatever it was he seemed confused by it and

i wasnt so friendly

paying him back for the newsagents incident

but just lately we have met up twice in canberra when the church played

paul had really changed

but he was still funny witty gossipy and bloody lovely to hang out with

we talked about all the stuff only WE knew about

paul was meeting a woman from sydney that night

in some bizarre twist she worked at the bondi post office

and we had already spoken about paul

paul told me that night

youd be proud of me i’m gonna date a woman!

it seemed things were looking up

paul wrote me a lovely letter about the churches performance

he hit every nail on the head in his critique of us

he asked me where i got my new choppers

paul had somehow lost some front teeth n he was reticent to smile

it seemed the new romance might have a chance

i kept saying come up to sydney paul

he kept saying he would but he never did

this guy was a huge influence on my nascent musical direction

he was a brilliant brilliant man and as i said

in some other time n place he would have been feted as quite a somebody

i knew his brother phil at school too

he was a diamond geezer a really nice cat

i remember his whole family as being gracious and hospitable

i dont think anybody quite knew what to make of paul though

i dont think he did himself

as far as i go

he was an indispensable part of my story

we studied bolan n bowie like other people study mathematics

we debated we laughed we argued we rhapsodised on em

i unreservedly tell the world paul culnane was a big influence on me

he had an idea for something called the amnesia operetta

i finally stole his idea last year for a church song called operetta

i told paul n he was chuffed

oh i’d forgotten all about that he said…..

an adorable man

a sad day for me

paul if you see marc up there……ah…you’ll know what to say…..

i’m gonna miss you man

sk philadelphia on tour

feb 2011

that

a bode

i made this little movie of last nights hotel a lovely fan of ours called bruce arranged a top notch hotel at  budget rates for us thanks bruce it was fantastic the front of the film got lost somehow please go to video section n watch a abode sk

i made this little movie of last nights hotel

a lovely fan of ours called bruce arranged a top notch hotel

at  budget rates for us

thanks bruce it was fantastic

the front of the film got lost somehow

please go to video section n watch a abode

sk

beat poem

the cold is inside my shoes it nip nip nip at my toe i hurtle on into the future towards the east i climb on a stage i play a bass guitar i sing songs i stand there in the light while music throbs around me yoga and swimming throw me around the stage my words are crazy to me nightmarish naive florid snapshots of some bullshit 20th century life then we did this then we did that i strummed a fuckin’ guitar n i got lucky i thought of some words anyone could fucking do it we put a band together just find some cool cats who can play and we went round n round this earth hawking our existential art rock mope neo psychedelic blah blah blues we rolled the dice we moved up n down the snakes n ladders we did  smart n stupid things i landed on a hotel on mayfair but the bank error was not in my favour i didnt realize the old the young the black the white the men n women they were picking up this insistent distant beat i drum my fingers on a table i shave my reflection in a mirror i approach and apprehend music streaming to me through my ethereal connection who wrote all these fucking words i sing why it was you and you and you theyre yours again now say them to hotties in a bar they might get you laid write them in your notebook and feel their power in ink use them uncredited in your spiels i no longer care my words my music my movement my rhythm all happening while i stand back and watch some say we are the best band in the world now how is that possible you say please […]

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february schism of our ideas

the cold is inside my shoes

it nip nip nip at my toe

i hurtle on into the future towards the east

i climb on a stage

i play a bass guitar i sing songs

i stand there in the light while music throbs around me

yoga and swimming throw me around the stage

my words are crazy to me

nightmarish naive florid snapshots of some bullshit 20th century life

then we did this

then we did that

i strummed a fuckin’ guitar n i got lucky

i thought of some words

anyone could fucking do it

we put a band together

just find some cool cats who can play

and we went round n round this earth

hawking our existential art rock mope neo psychedelic blah blah blues

we rolled the dice

we moved up n down the snakes n ladders

we did  smart n stupid things

i landed on a hotel on mayfair

but the bank error was not in my favour

i didnt realize the old the young the black the white the men n women

they were picking up this insistent distant beat

i drum my fingers on a table

i shave my reflection in a mirror

i approach and apprehend music streaming to me through my ethereal connection

who wrote all these fucking words i sing

why it was you and you and you

theyre yours again now

say them to hotties in a bar

they might get you laid

write them in your notebook

and feel their power in ink

use them uncredited in your spiels i no longer care

my words my music my movement my rhythm

all happening while i stand back and watch

some say we are the best band in the world now

how is that possible you say

please come and see us play if you can then

judge for yourself

some energy we are tapping into

do you even wonder how some old aussie bloke pushing 60

can run around singing and slinging a heavy bass for over 3 hours

its the energy

it is attracted to us

we feed off it

the energy of over a hundred years of collective musical experience

filtered thru musicians dedicated and rededicated to their music

and its quality

and there it is

the energy come to guide us thru it all

as it uncurls outta the future

hey  hey

sk

hard road

yesterday a long drive we start at 12 noon we finish  at 12 midnite on the way i have 2 bowls of soup n some oatmeal the trip is boring after a while dazzling snow all the way as the sun goes down the feeling gets grim we cross indiana and ohio and now we’re in pencil-vania at some unholy meshing of servos and fast food joints trucks and buses and serious looking people working hard for their living the eastern winter is bleak it aint no picnic out there i know today we drive down to alexandria , virginia just right outside of d.c. amazes me how close the north n souths cities were to each other in the civil war…… looking forward to going home n seeing my children looking forward to going home where life feels a bit easier than this freezing industrial conglomerate our show at chicago was our best yet the band have improved n improved hell yes we transcend and we will transcend tonite despite anything i really love my american fans i know they understand what we’re doing here i hope we can bring this show to europe and australia gotta fight with my suitcase now done my yoga done my chi gong now to get back in that fucking van n ride ride it all out love etc kilbey

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winter in america is cold and i just keep growing older

yesterday a long drive

we start at 12 noon

we finish  at 12 midnite

on the way i have 2 bowls of soup n some oatmeal

the trip is boring after a while

dazzling snow all the way

as the sun goes down the feeling gets grim

we cross indiana and ohio and now we’re in pencil-vania

at some unholy meshing of servos and fast food joints

trucks and buses and serious looking people working hard for their living

the eastern winter is bleak

it aint no picnic out there i know

today we drive down to alexandria , virginia

just right outside of d.c.

amazes me how close the north n souths cities were to each other

in the civil war……

looking forward to going home n seeing my children

looking forward to going home where life feels a bit easier

than this freezing industrial conglomerate

our show at chicago was our best yet

the band have improved n improved

hell yes we transcend and we will transcend tonite despite anything

i really love my american fans

i know they understand what we’re doing here

i hope we can bring this show to europe and australia

gotta fight with my suitcase now

done my yoga done my chi gong

now to get back in that fucking van n ride

ride it all out

love etc

kilbey

with mah sistah..

there was once a little black girl of 8 living in the suburbs of chicago she came across the church one day on her radio 28 years later we met up at this gig her name is janet it was so lovely to meet you janet it was an honour to be part of your childhood it was lovely to talk to you tonight i’m glad you stll dig us, child much love steven

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i remember driving driving in your car

there was once a little black girl of 8 living in the suburbs of chicago

she came across the church one day on her radio

28 years later we met up at this gig

her name is janet

it was so lovely to meet you janet

it was an honour to be part of your childhood

it was lovely to talk to you tonight

i’m glad you stll dig us, child

much love

steven

heartbreaker

arrive in the windy city last night this morning i stumble out n walk these mean streets folks its fucking cold out there freezing numbing dirty cold so i swan into starbucks for my soy oatmeal my soy banana shake my soy fucking latte with a double shot of caffeine because i’m a greedy bastard yeah i’m looking pretty good aint i? the girls behind the counter like my accent i tell a few jokes oooh youre a singer too theyre saying ooh you gotta lovely voice i can hear it just talking to ya they say i have my food n drink i feel pretty snazzy i gotta another possible sellout show tonite n i feel big i feel kinda vindicated or something i catch sight of myself in the mirror stupid clothes for winter i guess my face is looking a bit crumpled my hair is a bit finer n thinner than it used to be but i still feel quite fascinated looking at my stupid face in the window the girls behind the counter are still flirting with me a bit eventually with a nice full belly i stroll outta there into the cold feeling like quite the big shot then i hear a voice coming from a pile of dirty snow are you warm enough honey dressed like that? there sits an old lady i guess shes around my own mothers age (about 80!) i tell her i got thermal underwear on and i squat down n start talking to her she is not drunk nor has she been drinking she is not suffering from dementia or any other mental problems (as far as i can tell) she is if anything quite dreamy she sits there all huddled up in blankets n stuff our breath turning […]

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bet yer bottom dollar you'll lose the blues in chicago, chicago

arrive in the windy city last night

this morning i stumble out n walk these mean streets

folks its fucking cold out there

freezing numbing dirty cold

so i swan into starbucks for my soy oatmeal my soy banana shake

my soy fucking latte with a double shot of caffeine because i’m a greedy bastard

yeah i’m looking pretty good aint i?

the girls behind the counter like my accent

i tell a few jokes

oooh youre a singer too theyre saying

ooh you gotta lovely voice i can hear it just talking to ya they say

i have my food n drink

i feel pretty snazzy

i gotta another possible sellout show tonite n i feel big

i feel kinda vindicated or something

i catch sight of myself in the mirror

stupid clothes for winter i guess

my face is looking a bit crumpled

my hair is a bit finer n thinner than it used to be

but i still feel quite fascinated looking at my stupid face in the window

the girls behind the counter are still flirting with me a bit

eventually with a nice full belly

i stroll outta there into the cold

feeling like quite the big shot

then

i hear a voice coming from a pile of dirty snow

are you warm enough honey dressed like that?

there sits an old lady

i guess shes around my own mothers age (about 80!)

i tell her i got thermal underwear on

and i squat down n start talking to her

she is not drunk nor has she been drinking

she is not suffering from dementia or any other mental problems

(as far as i can tell)

she is if anything quite dreamy

she sits there all huddled up in blankets n stuff

our breath turning to steam as we talk

we talk about thermal underwear

we talk about australia and england

we talk about the 2nd world war in which her husband fought

she does not smell

she does not ask me for money

she is lucid she is gently witty chiding me for my poor choice of clothes

eventually 10 minutes in this fucking frozen hell is all i can take

i stand up to leave

i fish round in my pocket n find a fiver

here you go i say

oh thanks honey now i’ll get something to eat she says

i fish round in my coat pocket some more

i got 800 bucks in cash cos i just got my wages the other day

i fucking give her a hundred

are you sure honey are you sure you can afford it?

yeah i’m sure i say

i say what you gonna do with it…?

she sticks it in some pocket somewhere

well you never know when you gonna be needing some money honey she says

i bend down n kiss her frozen pale cheek

good luck i say n i slip n slide off down the street

god bless you honey she says as i walk off to my warm hotel room with its blah blah blah

cmon people

what the fuck!

this aint about republicans n democrats

you had em both n still this …this treatment of old people

a fucking disgrace

one fucking smart bomb would pay for a thousand of these people to at least have a warm room

we should all be ashamed

all of us!

and god must be fucking weeping to look down on it

it sure took the wind outta my fucking sails

imagine if it was your own mother ……

sk deeply saddened

chicago winter 2011……