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sometimes i thinksometimes i sinkin some incredible race karma: awake soul put on your suit of fleshthis will be your new lifeyou will incarnate as steven john kilbeythe eldest son of les and joyce kilbeyyou will be english and white and maleyou will grow up in australiayou will have 2 brothersyou will have 5 daughterssoul : and my occupationkarma : a writer of words, a player of musica singer of songsnow rush on aheadtaste this!you are now 52 years oldplaying music in the continent of europasoul :when?karma : now i awake in a roomwho am i?what am i?for a few moments my head has gone blanci have been hurled down here…i know its hard for you to believethe words hotel room come into my headin englishbut before i was thrown down here into this dreami spoke another languagemany other languages that i was a’ croonin’ inmaking them ladies swoon and the gents go a loonhotel room says the wordssays the voicethis steve kilbey voice which he talks to himself inin englishhe talks to himself in his own anglo-austra accenthe used to try to emphasise the anglobut now he deliberately emphasizes the austrahotel room says the/his voicehe sits uphe feels clobbered by the alcohol from the night beforehe is not a drinker but he has picked up the deleterious habitof drinking strong alcohol before he performshe finds it acts as a pleasant dis inhibitortonight hes playing in luxembourgthey gotta long drive ahead of usi stumble down to breakfastoh breakfast just closed says a girl in her thick accentoh i say gee im hungry cos ive hadda smoke and done yoga n xi gongkilbey does these practices everymorningthe practices are spiritual mental n physicalthey harmonize these three forces in manthey then align this unified field into the greater unified fieldconnect up to […]

sometimes i think
sometimes i sink
in some incredible race

karma: awake soul
put on your suit of flesh
this will be your new life
you will incarnate as steven john kilbey
the eldest son of les and joyce kilbey
you will be english and white and male
you will grow up in australia
you will have 2 brothers
you will have 5 daughters
soul : and my occupation
karma : a writer of words, a player of music
a singer of songs
now rush on ahead
taste this!
you are now 52 years old
playing music in the continent of europa
soul :when?
karma : now

i awake in a room
who am i?
what am i?
for a few moments my head has gone blanc
i have been hurled down here…
i know its hard for you to believe
the words hotel room come into my head
in english
but before i was thrown down here into this dream
i spoke another language
many other languages that i was a’ croonin’ in
making them ladies swoon and the gents go a loon
hotel room says the words
says the voice
this steve kilbey voice
which he talks to himself in
in english
he talks to himself in his own anglo-austra accent
he used to try to emphasise the anglo
but now he deliberately emphasizes the austra
hotel room says the/his voice
he sits up
he feels clobbered by the alcohol from the night before
he is not a drinker
but he has picked up the deleterious habit
of drinking strong alcohol before he performs
he finds it acts as a pleasant dis inhibitor
tonight hes playing in luxembourg
they gotta long drive ahead of us
i stumble down to breakfast
oh breakfast just closed says a girl in her thick accent
oh i say
gee im hungry cos ive hadda smoke and done yoga n xi gong
kilbey does these practices everymorning
the practices are spiritual mental n physical
they harmonize these three forces in man
they then align this unified field into the greater unified field
connect up to infiniti (reedy)
kilbey is far from connected
marginally perhaps if that
if only that
he has however begun to reap their diligent practices rewards
which combined with swimming in the sea everyday
have actually had some rejuvenating effects
if youve seen him judge for yourself
i keep thinking of a blogge im gonna write
as if it was about being my true self
looking out at all this with its alien eyes
the girl says
you can have some bread and jam if you like
oh yes please i say
oh bread n jam n a glass of tinny orange juice
kilbey sits in the now empty breafast salon
pictures of people who stayed here line the walls
smiling grinning pouting looking straight into the camera
faces of people from some distant show biz past
cabaret dancers and hammy beaus
dressed in the clothes of the day
faded and black and white
signed n autographed
to the excelsior hotel
from sam and dolphine klemmer
kilbey notices all these things
they crowd in on him
all these sad dead faces from yesterday
soon you, they all whisper
soon you
kilbey chews his bread and jam
hes put butter on it even tho he says hes a vegan
fuck it he says in his mind
as he spreads it on the crusty white bread
but deep inside it makes him feel real bad
after this pack his clothes in his grey suitcase
well
kilbey doesnt pack
he just throws it all in and out
fuck it he thinks to himself as he pushes down
on the unruly crowd of dirty washing thats trying to escape
back out
he lugs it down the corridor
catches a tiny continental lift
im mildly claustrophobic
did you know that
and some people make kilbey claustrophobic too
i stop to pay phone bill
i rang my wife last night
to give her the number here
so we could talk
a picture of kilbeys wife appears in his mind
delicate face n curly blonde hair
the face his three youngest kids have half of
ha ha ha
says mwp
one of the doodles looks exactly like you
and the other exactly like her
kilbey says baffled but which is which?
well evie is you and aurora is her…!
children
fatherhood
joy n sorrow
and the rest of it
kilbey pays the couple of euros bill
he jumps in the van
with some others n drives
another man sits next to kilbey
and gives directions from a map
music fills the cabin
the man occaisionally becomes angry
as kilbey loses focus and fails to turn left or right
left and right has always been bad for me kilbey thinks
perpetuating his confusion needlessly
we drive n drive n drive
kilbeys a safe driver considering
he doesnt get angry with the traffic
and rail at the uselessness of women drivers for example
he doesnt carryon pointless conversations under his breath
like
go on, do it buddy
oh fer fucks sake
what are you waiting for now you idiot
go on lady thats the only colour green they got
kilbeys basic machina drives the car
his reflexes are relatively sharp
he is not intoxicated in any way you may understand
but his mind is away
the man next to him talks n talks
kilbey nods n mms n shakes his head n sighs
but hes somewhere else in his head
reliving an olde bad situation
or thinking about lyrics
or thinking about his wife too
and his people back home
sometimes the goings on intrude
we arrive at petrol station
trevor fills the van up
i go inside n buy a red bull n a water n some crisps
back in the car
same thing x hours n hours
fun fun fun on the autobun
we arrive at place after argy bargy with mapquest
our highway just stopped dead
detour it said
a whole new highway going somewhere else
walk into gig
medium sized dark room
smells of smoke
the others are here
setting up the instruments
boom boom boom go the drums
time for him to play
he plucks the strings
boom boom boom
he puts no thought into playing
the fingers run around with minds of their own
he sings the words
the words are ingrained somewhere
they slide out effortlessly
he doesnt try very hard it seems
doesnt put a lot into it
he glides
its not like working of course
the driving
that was working
but this is easy
boom bang crash goes the soundcheck
tempers flare n subside
kilbeys earpieces are uncomfortable
they sit inside his ears blocking out the worst of the noise
his ears ring continuously in a condition called tinnitus
the sondcheck finishes
a dinner of tomato soup n french fries
strangely enough kilbey enjoys this meal with relish
he is no gourmet
he loves a veggie burger n chips more than almost anything
the musicians hang around till its time to go on
its too much hassle to check into hotel now
which is a far way away
ditto finding veggie restaurants
eventually its the path of least resistance
if they got tomato soup (least likely to contain chicken or beef stock)
and they got chips then im ok
maybe some chocolate soymilk
we got that too
n humous n pita
the dressing room is ok actually
with mirrors with lights round em n everything
kilbey dont enjoy looking at his face so much anymore
tho he admits its a good character face
a face for an arrogant king in shakespeare
the face of kind and groovy daddy
the face of a brutal aussie bricklayer
kilbeys eyes imply things
they imply things he has no idea of
and make promises
he never realised he was making
or breaking…
still he checks the mirror
hmmm in this mirror here you could marvel
at how well preserved the old rake actually is
but under this mirror here
under the morose flemish sky
kilbey is every inch his years
somehow this paradox can be worked to an advantage
kilbey wonders and wanders backstage
he slips out into a back alley with jan
jan lives here
you know i rilly gona think you will like a this shteeeve
says jan producing a joint of the ubiquitous widow
the widow thats been a’following me
oh schteeve why dont you play somethingk off preeesht equillz orra
we talk n talk
jans gotta ph d in something
oh beleeef me schteeve…it means nothingk
we smoke out the back of the club
the night is warm n aromatic
soon we will be hitting the stage

to be continued tomorrow
tomorrows episode: standing in the wings feeling kinda sick

chairman of the bored

sorry i wasnt all things to all peoplei aint st francis of assisii aint a lovelywonderful manne neithernot according to anyonedid i ever say that i was..?i fucking put on my best show in londoni put my heart n soul into itmy heart n soulno exagerationim sorry bout the dudes chairthere were no chairs i could seebackstage we had 2 sofasand then some other jealous anonymous little prick jumps inn people character assassinating me n rickyone of my dearest friends….i was there to play musici was there to deliverand i delivered itcos it took all of us a long time to get therethe band and the audienceit was fucking monday nightwe drove up from brightonwe got lost in londonwe argued with each otherwe loaded inour soundman was sick n couldnt make itwe had a guy who’d never done it beforewe had all the usual problems with our antique gearwe finally soundchecked just as wed run outta timen yetn yetwe played a blinderim sorry if some people are disillusioned with meya got 2 choicesrealise this: im not jesus christorlets say fare thee welli write this bloggas a mixed media workpart diarypart factpart fictionpart poetrypart bullshiti dont pretend to be nothin’ misterim a peaceniki abhor meat i pity the poor saps who eat iti am almost fifty three…im an olde boyi am bitter nasty callous forgetful bastard sometimesaint you?and can ya admit it?i make mistakesi say n write things i regreti do stupid thingssometimes things i intend as funny come out sadand vice versaim honest and you better believe itno agenda except my own self aggrandizementand saying obvious things likethe iraqi war n all wars are an abominationguns are stupid things that are meant to killand lets face itthey very often doi am anti western anglo saxon imperialistic bullshiti think blair AND […]

sorry i wasnt all things to all people
i aint st francis of assisi
i aint a lovelywonderful manne neither
not according to anyone
did i ever say that i was..?
i fucking put on my best show in london
i put my heart n soul into it
my heart n soul
no exageration
im sorry bout the dudes chair
there were no chairs i could see
backstage we had 2 sofas
and then some other jealous anonymous little prick jumps in
n people character assassinating me n ricky
one of my dearest friends….
i was there to play music
i was there to deliver
and i delivered it
cos it took all of us a long time to get there
the band and the audience
it was fucking monday night
we drove up from brighton
we got lost in london
we argued with each other
we loaded in
our soundman was sick n couldnt make it
we had a guy who’d never done it before
we had all the usual problems with our antique gear
we finally soundchecked just as wed run outta time
n yet
n yet
we played a blinder
im sorry if some people are disillusioned with me
ya got 2 choices
realise this: im not jesus christ
or
lets say fare thee well
i write this blogg
as a mixed media work
part diary
part fact
part fiction
part poetry
part bullshit
i dont pretend to be nothin’ mister
im a peacenik
i abhor meat
i pity the poor saps who eat it
i am almost fifty three…im an olde boy
i am bitter nasty callous forgetful bastard sometimes
aint you?
and can ya admit it?
i make mistakes
i say n write things i regret
i do stupid things
sometimes things i intend as funny come out sad
and vice versa
im honest and you better believe it
no agenda except my own self aggrandizement
and saying obvious things like
the iraqi war n all wars are an abomination
guns are stupid things that are meant to kill
and lets face it
they very often do
i am anti western anglo saxon imperialistic bullshit
i think blair AND howard AND bush are worms
all bombs are terrorism
who would jesus bomb?
i am a load of badde things
dont you think i know that?
but the fucking suggestion that i was ignoring a sick guy
while i was swanning around is a joke that is in actuality
not worth defending
i dont control who comes back
i dont control where chairs go
im just an olde tired bass player
turning up
n doing it as i know best
and trying
trying so hard
im sorry youve gone and painted this picture of me
you rained on my parade now
just like ive presumably rained on yours
thanks
theres always gotta be a catch…
overcoming all odds
we played a good one in london
and next day i have to see this…
oh well
i am home at last
uneventful flights
watch stranger than fiction
which COULDA been good
but was actually half baked n under realised
muse?
yes nevets i was unsatisfied with this film
im afraid could only give it 2 n a half *s
oh dear well im gonna give it a 3***
because …oh i dunno..it was ok
and then the illusionist
which i started watching too late
only about 25 mins
n we landed in syddley
i was hopin for a holding pattern…muse?
well nevets its got all the ingredients you like hasnt it
and that filter thing they do with the computers nowadays
but quite frankly the romantic angle was a little unlikely
so i can only give it so far 3n half ***s
oh well i disagree im given it 4****s …so far
but i can see it could get errr ..schmaltzy
anyway
here i am back home
in a silent empty house
for 2 weeks
europe over
america?
a few big ifs?
dont count on it
thats what i’d say
tomorrow
im gonna give ya my impressions of the tour
my de briefing if you want it
you know
at anytime
if you dont like the stuff i write
you can stop reading
its ok
hell
i wont feel a thing
i wont even know
im just reminding you thats all

stevie bouy northern bondi wilderness
just back from the cliffs n the sea n the golf course n poo stack
where the frangipanies have disappeared
and the world looks more sombre
where i know the guys who work in the local shop
and those nice but noisy greek kidss under neath me
and my big white i box pumping out a weird shuffle
and my great friend glenny boy who sorted me out
the moment i got home and fed the fish for the doodle heads
and the most people here
they dont know i write a blogge that has had well over a half a million hits
or that i sold over a million records
nor that that i been narcomaniac n spent a night in jail once
they dont know im one of the best lyricists in my field in the world
it doesnt matter if i dont sell any records
you know its true
and ive flown for days n days n days
n stayed in more hotels
than all of ya reading this put together have
ive seen more of america than most americans
i was plugged into an amp n pumping out
my own mellifluous bass riffs
before a lotta ya were born
i aint so pretty anymore neeva
im looking my age, boyo
you tell me who dont when theyre this olde
but i can fucking jump about n sing my head off
for two hours while lugging that great big heavy
but ohh so beautiful straddle-various of a bass
my bass my familiar my other wife
oh when we start to lock in…..
i hadda life you cant imagine
unless you done this no one can
im not boasting
im not complaining
ive stayed in the best places
and ive stooped to the lowest
you want some truth
or some bullshit
i got both
you unravel it my friendss
you sort it out
i aint the best in the world
but on the other hand
im a rare commodity
cos despite what they say
i care
think about it
i care
n
i try
simple words
simple concept
sometimes i forget
but it aint cos im swanning around
like marie antoinenette
saying let em eat cake
thats not fucking true
i care
as much as i can
you know me
but i dont really know you
i care as much as i can
for people i dont really know
ok?
im sorry i made ya disgruntled
i cant be all things to all people it seems
i was trying to meet n greet the ones i did see
im shaking hands n kissing babies like ya wanted
doing the hard yards driving a van for thousands of ks
all thru city n dell n marsh n alp n plains n other planes
you may think ya know me….
but i putta lotta hard yakka into this thing
try being a fucking vegan for 3 weeks in europa
for a cuppla days i ate bread rolls n tomatoes all day
somedays i hadda put up with something with cheese or starve
you dont know the love n care i try to put in my words n songs

and i love what i do
and i give you the uncondescending best that i have
everytime
be it jack frost or hex or a poetry reading or a lyric or a blogg
(as i type this line grant comes on shuffle
what are the chances
i know grants been trying to contact me..
grant im still alive, i cant see you )
dont tell me i aint trying hard enuff
im committed
im committed to quality
im committed to the the strange n extraordinary
im committed to the electric guitar
im committed to bobby dylan n neil young n leonard cohen
n keith richards
im not in their league
but baby
thats how im planning to get olde
just like that
rocking n rocking on
whatever any of ya dont like about me
too badde
thats what it takes
take the badde with the johnny be goode
ive fucked up my own career with my stupid behaviour
im my own worst enemy
i dont need snide little comments from anonymouse
jealous little prick
i know who you are
and im gonna nail ya!
ha ha ha

intavu with ricky

im sittin’ here with ricky of the beejayemin the foyer of the columbia hotelits the morning afterits warm n sunnyricky n i have just had a smokey dokeytonite i fly back homesk :hey ricky …..how are ya?r:great thank yousk:how was the gig?r: it was great one of the best i seensk:when did you 1st meet me?r:1990 october san francisco paradise lounge solo gigi was so young i had to hide in the shadows of the clubi was only 17 n you hadda be 21 to get ini woulda been mortified if i missed itsk : we actually met right?r: yeah 17 years agosk : what was i like…and be honest i wont mindr: surprisingly open to meeting meapproachable friendly happy to sign albums you were looking for a joint so i left…i thought if i stayed to long youd tell me to get outyou have no recollection at all….i was just a pasty faced kid with a loada recordssk : did you know on that day i’d been stung in the mouthby a wasp when i was tripping?r: was it that night?sk : my tongue had just been going down…what happened i was in a forest outside san frani had a fresh juice which i put on a tree stumpi was tripping on some magic pizza toppingsand i picked up my drinkn i noticed a big orangey lump floating round in itwhich i took to be pulpi stuck my tongue in expectantlyn bangi cant describe itthe painbewildermentmy tongue swellingby time of gig i could only just sing or talk at allr: next time we met it was palo alto in 95 south bayyou n marty acc tour…sk : my dark daysr : yeah you were a lot less happyit was apparent in your aura that youwere existing in that dark(read […]

im sittin’ here with ricky of the beejayem
in the foyer of the columbia hotel
its the morning after
its warm n sunny
ricky n i have just had a smokey dokey
tonite i fly back home
sk :hey ricky …..how are ya?
r:great thank you
sk:how was the gig?
r: it was great one of the best i seen
sk:when did you 1st meet me?
r:1990 october san francisco paradise lounge solo gig
i was so young i had to hide in the shadows of the club
i was only 17 n you hadda be 21 to get in
i woulda been mortified if i missed it
sk : we actually met right?
r: yeah 17 years ago
sk : what was i like…and be honest i wont mind
r: surprisingly open to meeting me
approachable friendly happy to sign albums
you were looking for a joint so i left…
i thought if i stayed to long youd tell me to get out
you have no recollection at all….
i was just a pasty faced kid with a loada records
sk : did you know on that day i’d been stung in the mouth
by a wasp when i was tripping?
r: was it that night?
sk : my tongue had just been going down…
what happened i was in a forest outside san fran
i had a fresh juice which i put on a tree stump
i was tripping on some magic pizza toppings
and i picked up my drink
n i noticed a big orangey lump floating round in it
which i took to be pulp
i stuck my tongue in expectantly
n bang
i cant describe it
the pain
bewilderment
my tongue swelling
by time of gig i could only just sing or talk at all
r: next time we met it was palo alto in 95 south bay
you n marty acc tour…
sk : my dark days
r : yeah you were a lot less happy
it was apparent in your aura that you
were existing in that dark(read heroin) days
sk : how was the show
r : it was great i met you backstage
sk : how was my attitude towards you that nite
r: you didnt remember me
from before
you seemed generally not as happy
so i didnt spend time bothering ya
you played a bit of remindlessness on an acc guitar for me
marty was so involved in a book n left him alone…
sk : so last nite…?
r: woulda liked to have seen wide open road
sk : so i ask you for a comment on last nite
n thats the 1st thing that occurs to you?
r: i guess…..the sound was better in brighton..gelled more
sk : have we changed?
r : in so many ways,….peter playing all the keyboards
you interact with audience a lot more..the free association
you particularly your stage presence has changed
cos your more in tune with yaself physically
sk : ok , is it silly an olde geeza like me
rocking n rolling n poncing about on a stage at my age?
r: not when you see you doing it…
if someone asked ..yeah
but its just your way of entertaining
the whole thing transcends the age issue
you dont think about it!
sk : shucks……..

london was all i hoped for
we rocked baby we rocked
it was good
it was all good
it was what i needed
thank you
boydie
thank you
leesy
kevvy marshall
andy voyez
boydies missus n kids
tilda
peta luma the bright one
greg n sylvia
leigh gregory n oh dana! c’mon…..
davem n missus m
zoltan
trevor johhnno johnstone
our lighting man for twenty one years
kevvy allegedly nejedly
the greeks
the german
all the other crazy knuckle heads
richard n especially merrick
who is a true star
if i forgot ya..
hs7
an amazing band from hungary
please check em out
some of their songs i wish i had written
tiare
all the rest
ernst n his sister
stefan fandorin
jens time
all the rest
a cast of thousands…
speek to ya from australia

my dearest fiendss….

i love you guysthanks for your warm n heartfelt encouragementsi appreciate yer kind wordsn i feel like a fool (again)and mr van go has some good pointsabout being happy to play to anyone at allandas a solo artist i amput me anywhereand i’ll playbut the church has overheadswe got car rentalsequipment rentalsweve got a small crew to payweve got flights n fuel n taxis n taxweve got hotels n strings n repairsetc etc etcit dont run on pure loveunfortunately the logistics of this tourmean it dont work when we only have small crowdsdespite all the goodwill in the worldcan ya see that?it isnt only vanity that makes me crave a slightly larger crowdi mean i dont wanna be at the enormo domebut we need around a cuppla hundred just to make ends meetor we can shrink downjettison more thingswe can all sleep in one hotel roomhell maybe let one of the guitarists goonly have 2 drums on stageor…or ya can sayheywe lasted 27 yearswe toured n we toured n we touredwe did itno one lasts forevermaybe it really is time to not tourand its all very well playing the “big” cities in ukbut who wanted us?who was prepared to fork out our guaranteethat we need to not bring down financial ruinthe promoter in hamburg summed it up“the old people dont come to gigsthe young ones want something newi couldnt afford to put posters upbecause it wouldve cost more than you wouldve madetheres no interest in radio or mediayou got no record company anymorebuti’d put you on again because i like you…”we cant afford a managerhis cut is our meagre prophet marginwe need one of 4 things1 a big new act aknowledging as as major influence2 a big new movie or commercial featuring church songhopefully not you know what3 someone covering […]

i love you guys
thanks for your warm n heartfelt encouragements
i appreciate yer kind words
n i feel like a fool (again)
and mr van go has some good points
about being happy to play to anyone at all
and
as a solo artist i am
put me anywhere
and i’ll play
but the church has overheads
we got car rentals
equipment rentals
weve got a small crew to pay
weve got flights n fuel n taxis n tax
weve got hotels n strings n repairs
etc etc etc
it dont run on pure love
unfortunately the logistics of this tour
mean it dont work when we only have small crowds
despite all the goodwill in the world
can ya see that?
it isnt only vanity that makes me crave a slightly larger crowd
i mean i dont wanna be at the enormo dome
but we need around a cuppla hundred just to make ends meet
or we can shrink down
jettison more things
we can all sleep in one hotel room
hell maybe let one of the guitarists go
only have 2 drums on stage
or…
or ya can say
hey
we lasted 27 years
we toured n we toured n we toured
we did it
no one lasts forever
maybe it really is time to not tour
and its all very well playing the “big” cities in uk
but who wanted us?
who was prepared to fork out our guarantee
that we need to not bring down financial ruin
the promoter in hamburg summed it up
“the old people dont come to gigs
the young ones want something new
i couldnt afford to put posters up
because it wouldve cost more than you wouldve made
theres no interest in radio or media
you got no record company anymore
but
i’d put you on again because i like you…”
we cant afford a manager
his cut is our meagre prophet margin
we need one of 4 things
1 a big new act aknowledging as as major influence
2 a big new movie or commercial featuring church song
hopefully not you know what
3 someone covering a song of ours and having a big hit
4 a complete revolution in mass consciousness
as for america
we do slightly better there
but only slightly
only just scraping thru there
hey we’re old
ian hunter said you gotta be a young man you can never grow old
im 5 fuckin 3
yeah yeah i look ok
we all do
but the kids aint interested in 50 year olds n i dont blame em
yet we dont make oldies music
we still have edge n grit n darkness
and most people my age aint interested in that
we are an anomaly
we fall thru the cracks
we are neither one thing or another
we have been made redundant by grunge n britpop n hip hop
n emo n whoever the hell else is up the hit parade tonite
yet we still remain aesthetically superior to these things
the press dont wanna write about us…why would they?
we aint huge like the eagles or depeachy mode
we aint legendary like nick cave
we aint loverly pop like crowded house
we aint populist n sweeping like u2
we’re just the church
our biggest n only hit 20 years ago
twenny years…?
are you kiddin me mister…?
and i wonder why we have fifty in hengelo
which by the way
is a lovely town
the venue was nice
the staff were helpful
and the 49 other people were v. nice
i still rate the dutch as the truly coolest people on earth
except for the occaisional dickweed
by the way
when we did play the hit
marty says that particular idiots dancing to it
made him wanna give up n go n get a real job
im lucky i missed that i guess
i dont resent hengelo
it was a fill in gig
between hamburg n brighton
i just reckon ive done my time on the frontline
i used to get real excited at the thought
of blasting some dark little dive
full of rocknroll
when i was 19…
but now…..
and i dont see the cities i go to
i see a venue n a hotel
i dont get to see many statues n museums
thats why my blogg aint full of culture…
i see the road
and somedays its lovely
a few fellas in a van
the wide open road
a cd pumping
a bit of a laugh or argument
yeah
i’d miss it
miss the camaraderie for sure
but a lot of it is just a numb bum n aching legs
wishing them fucking miles n kilometres away
being nervous at hurtling along in a fragile little body
being tired n lonely n mean n selfish n all the rest
having to be nice
(and i try lord i try)
losing things
breaking things
temper temper olde bean
all the anger n vanity is ill becoming an olde gent such as yerself
go on try n be all things to all people
go on n rock like the son of satan
then come off n be polite while you sign a cd
then be sympathetic when the promoter tells ya
how much dough he lost on ya
n the roadies complain that theyre not getting enuff
to do all the work (and theyre right!)
and yer running as hard as ya can
to stay in the same place
and i miss my fambley
so much
i just missed 3 weeks of the bumpers life…
but look
i aint complaining
i feel comfortable with ya
n im pooring out my heart
im crying on yer soldiers
you know me
i’ll be better tomorrow
and hey
im alive
n im (relatively) healthy
n i do get to play n travel
i aint whingeing to you fiendss
im just telling it how it is…
brighten was great
not amazing
but great
boydie says after
wow killer…the english just get it, dont they?
course they do…
a great audience
lifted my spirits
brighton
love reign o’er me
a day off
a swim in sea but too cold even (embarrassingly) for me
wait till that waters up around yer dick said boydie as he immersed in it
yep
it felt like my family jewels were in the grip
of a powerful red hot vice
and i panicked
n got the fuck outta that dirty sea
(it is scummy…you dirty poms)
and the beach is rocks not sand
(fiendss…it aint like bondi)
brighton is full of mutton dressed as lamb
jaguars n prams n weird modern kids
who i dont understand at all
its sleazy expensive n slightly run down
my hotel is rated 4 star
but in most places it would struggle to get 2
everythings a bit worn out n busted
n shoddy
the desk clerk
some olde campy gent said
if ya dont like it
we provide complaint forms
they are on rolls in your bathrooms
ha ha ha!
outside my window the brown atlantic
across that ocean my darling fambley n missus in dela where?
the “balcony” is a tragic carpet of pigeon droppings n ciggie butts
a single bed….puh lease
no room to do yoga
i have to make do
but hey
im not a pig on the way to a slaughterhouse
its alright being me
i just had such high hopes…..
never mind olde rockah
ya got further than most
you did ok
maybe it is time for a revolution in mass consciousness
whats the time again?
sk brighton april 2007

backstage in brighton

yeahthats rightarrived in the motherlandwheres rikki?have met legendary church fans out the frontpeople from all over the worlddan from san diegoa guy from italyetctonites gig almost sold outlast nite was only about 50the smallest crowd we ever played to since 1980wowam i humbled now?i think soi do wanna give upsometimesobviously we cant tour europe againits too close to the wiretoo near the boneit dont work playing to 50 peopleyes im grateful to the 50 thereit coulda been even worseeven so we had some dutch wally yelling out“play yer hits…thats what we’re paying you for”thanks palyou hurt my feelings when i was already downboo hooanyway i did my bestwhatever thats worthnot muchi just read a message to anton alfred e newman backstage herebut i cant repeat in case my mothers readingboom boomso its nice down here in brightonhome to nicky cave n bob gillespieneither of whom i presume will be coming tonitei have been warned not to swim in seweragey seayeah…i guess i’ll give it a missim feeling lonely n scatteredpeople talk to me but i cant concentratemy eyes wanderi m disinterested even in someonetelling me im the best thing since sliced breadi gotta rethink this whole thingi gotta quit while im a headi gotta …i gotta goa big blogge 2 morrow i promiseif you thinking of seeing us in londoncome…it really could be the last timemaybe the last timei dont knowoh no…

yeah
thats right
arrived in the motherland
wheres rikki?
have met legendary church fans out the front
people from all over the world
dan from san diego
a guy from italy
etc
tonites gig almost sold out
last nite was only about 50
the smallest crowd we ever played to since 1980
wow
am i humbled now?
i think so
i do wanna give up
sometimes
obviously we cant tour europe again
its too close to the wire
too near the bone
it dont work playing to 50 people
yes im grateful to the 50 there
it coulda been even worse
even so we had some dutch wally yelling out
“play yer hits…thats what we’re paying you for”
thanks pal
you hurt my feelings when i was already down
boo hoo
anyway i did my best
whatever thats worth
not much
i just read a message to anton alfred e newman backstage here
but i cant repeat in case my mothers reading
boom boom
so its nice down here in brighton
home to nicky cave n bob gillespie
neither of whom i presume will be coming tonite
i have been warned not to swim in seweragey sea
yeah…i guess i’ll give it a miss
im feeling lonely n scattered
people talk to me but i cant concentrate
my eyes wander
i m disinterested even in someone
telling me im the best thing since sliced bread
i gotta rethink this whole thing
i gotta quit while im a head
i gotta …
i gotta go
a big blogge 2 morrow i promise
if you thinking of seeing us in london
come…
it really could be the last time
maybe the last time
i dont know
oh no…

disengaged feeling of intermittent blues

hamburgnice gignot too many peoplethats a shame but we played welli had some tofu n seitan for dinnerunder a lovely tree outside under a warm evening skyhamburg throbbed along oblivious to my presencejust as it still does now i have leftthis travelling can make ya feel real impermanentsome times im unaffectedother times it becomes hard to keep afloati saw nothing of hamburgi did nothing except play n sleepyoga n xi gong of coursein the warm sun of a german hotel roomat 8 am this smorningstretch my tired bones outcalm my mind downi listen to popul vuh hosianna mantraim listening to it now off my lappyas i sit sit sit backstagein hengelo hollandour last continental gigin a small dutch townwhy?logisticswe dont just randomly lurch aboutits supposedly been figured outavailability of venues on certain nightsetcanyway i feel sad to leave europe propernot looking forward to you know wherewhere we fly tomorrow on ryan airwaysthe wurst in the world that i been onbut theyre cheep, peopleand so we get up real earlydrive to la dusseldorf where i wish we were playingfly to uk drive to brighton do a soundcheckdinnerdo a gighave noivous brakedowncommit chop sueyside etci really dunnothe future is uncertaini love the musicbutbut buti dont wanna get on aeroplanei dont wanna feel exhausted n miffedstanding in queues n linestoday i drove half way from hamburgtraffic on dutch border starts to slow to crawlroadwork then a roadblockwe talking a big arterial autobahnfriday arvoall them germans pouring into hollandall them trucks n bikes n tourists n familiesall grinds down to standstillionour 2 lanes become 1 n a halfin our big van i feel like im getting the squeeze put onbetween mammoth trucks n steel barrierthen all traffic is slowly diverted into a carparkeveryone on the teeming autobahngets filtered thru this carparkwe get waved thruothers […]

hamburg
nice gig
not too many people
thats a shame but we played well
i had some tofu n seitan for dinner
under a lovely tree outside under a warm evening sky
hamburg throbbed along oblivious to my presence
just as it still does now i have left
this travelling can make ya feel real impermanent
some times im unaffected
other times it becomes hard to keep afloat
i saw nothing of hamburg
i did nothing except play n sleep
yoga n xi gong of course
in the warm sun of a german hotel room
at 8 am this smorning
stretch my tired bones out
calm my mind down
i listen to popul vuh hosianna mantra
im listening to it now off my lappy
as i sit sit sit backstage
in hengelo holland
our last continental gig
in a small dutch town
why?
logistics
we dont just randomly lurch about
its supposedly been figured out
availability of venues on certain nights
etc
anyway i feel sad to leave europe proper
not looking forward to you know where
where we fly tomorrow on ryan airways
the wurst in the world that i been on
but theyre cheep, people
and so we get up real early
drive to la dusseldorf where i wish we were playing
fly to uk
drive to brighton
do a soundcheck
dinner
do a gig
have noivous brakedown
commit chop sueyside etc
i really dunno
the future is uncertain
i love the music
but
but but
i dont wanna get on aeroplane
i dont wanna feel exhausted n miffed
standing in queues n lines
today i drove half way from hamburg
traffic on dutch border starts to slow to crawl
roadwork then a roadblock
we talking a big arterial autobahn
friday arvo
all them germans pouring into holland
all them trucks n bikes n tourists n families
all grinds down to standstillion
our 2 lanes become 1 n a half
in our big van i feel like im getting the squeeze put on
between mammoth trucks n steel barrier
then all traffic is slowly diverted into a carpark
everyone on the teeming autobahn
gets filtered thru this carpark
we get waved thru
others in a party stopped searched minutely
dutch cops looking for drugs?
yep or alcohol
or anything you aint sposed to have
within half hour of arriving at giggy
i have been to coffee shop
n purchased jazz smoking materials
thanks i say to red headed dutch girl
who takes me to the shop
no problemsh she says in that strange dutch lilt
i needed to buy shome hashh for myshelf anyway
ok ok
oh its a little strong i must say
peter k procures some absinth
but im unconvinced its the “real deal”
if you think its all frivolity
just remember i did 5 hours in the effing van
flying down the bahn
or grinding to halts
i m writing my blogge
then some kinda dinner
(have no idea how good or what?)
yeah then a soundcheck
then a short lull
then wallop
a gig
boo hoo!

whole lotta hurt for ya get to the bliss

strange lifestrange daze indeedwhat would i knowyessaday i visit christianaboy things have changed within copenhagens weed compoundthe cops did a big raid n closed down all the stallsnow ya gotta buy it off guys who look kinda nasty n desperateits still therebut now its more expensive furtive n dangerousnice work gee that sure sorted em all out2 hundred years ago there was no smuggling drugsyou could walk around high on whatever ya likedthere was no customs looking for hashish n opium n coca leavesyou could do whatever ya likedno one had yet thought to intrude on this last frontier…mans personal “headspace”that is, some prick in a governmenttelling me n you what we can do…ok its bad for uslet people take their chances the way they do with booze n cigsbooze n cigs killed more people than heroin has or ever probably willso anyway in the early 1900si guess some smart little ratbag in the u.s.realised they could seriously be able to clamp downon certain groups…need i sayblacks, the poor, artists, bohemians,libertarians etcby making dope illegalya could bust this lots ballsbut your wasp folks would be finecos they didnt mostly do drugsthey just drankanyway christiana was a shadow of its former selfthere was hardly any choiceeveryone had same little baggies100 danska kroner for a cuppla spliffsbout the same as a 20 in sydney i guesswhy is an otherwise law abidingpeace loving man such as myselfforced to consort with crimsjus’ so i can have a smokeor whatevercmon leave me alonelemme decide whats playing in my headcos i dont dig this “straight” world youve constructedim too big a goose to fit in yer cagethats right im a goosebut i aint no chickenso why are the turkeys dick-tating their alpha male jiveto such personages as ourselves?no i will choose what i do with mah […]

strange life
strange daze indeed
what would i know
yessaday i visit christiana
boy things have changed within copenhagens weed compound
the cops did a big raid n closed down all the stalls
now ya gotta buy it off guys who look kinda nasty n desperate
its still there
but now its more expensive furtive n dangerous
nice work
gee that sure sorted em all out
2 hundred years ago there was no smuggling drugs
you could walk around high on whatever ya liked
there was no customs looking for hashish n opium n coca leaves
you could do whatever ya liked
no one had yet thought to intrude
on this last frontier…mans personal “headspace”
that is, some prick in a government
telling me n you what we can do…
ok its bad for us
let people take their chances the way they do with booze n cigs
booze n cigs killed more people than heroin has or ever probably will
so anyway in the early 1900s
i guess some smart little ratbag in the u.s.
realised they could seriously be able to clamp down
on certain groups…need i say
blacks, the poor, artists, bohemians,libertarians etc
by making dope illegal
ya could bust this lots balls
but your wasp folks would be fine
cos they didnt mostly do drugs
they just drank
anyway
christiana was a shadow of its former self
there was hardly any choice
everyone had same little baggies
100 danska kroner for a cuppla spliffs
bout the same as a 20 in sydney i guess
why is an otherwise law abiding
peace loving man such as myself
forced to consort with crims
jus’ so i can have a smoke
or whatever
cmon leave me alone
lemme decide whats playing in my head
cos i dont dig this “straight” world youve constructed
im too big a goose to fit in yer cage
thats right im a goose
but i aint no chicken
so why are the turkeys dick-tating their alpha male jive
to such personages as ourselves?
no i will choose what i do with mah own brain
even if it means breaking some petty rule
that theyll laugh about in 100 years
just like these days ya cant believe
all that other persecution that gets dished out
and its always these same old guys
these bitter stupid old bastards
deciding which war youll fight
what drugs ya can n cant take
(eg no weed …er have a valium)
because it has been determined
that the need to change consciousness
is only in third place behind foodnshelter and procreation
thats right
i have a god given right to alter my consciousness
it is a deep need within me
i use this change to create the music n words
that are the reason i presume
youre even reading this twaddle
unless youre my mother
in which case she hates drugs
ok
fair enough
she doesnt take them
but she once offered to stop drinking tea
if id stop shooting junket
unfortunately i never took her up
anyway
copenhagen was a good gig
no it was really good
really good on every level
austria was the best so far for me
but c-hagen was still pretty goode
i was talking about “princess” mary of tasmania
n the locals yucked it up beaucoups de ha ha ha
i was straddling n sprawling about
in a vain effort to look exciting
but as someone said
looking like a buddhist ski instructor
or something
anyway good luck to her
hello d’yer come here often…im the fucking prince of denmark, baby!
i mean
thats gotta be a better aphrodizzy-ack
than hi im stanley and im a clerk in the public service from croydon
yeah
howcome no princess ever discovered me
in some bar in sydney
muse: youre never in a bar for a start…
yeah its true i hate bars
except muesli bars with spelt bing-bangs
anyway driven all the way down south in denmark
across on a ferry to deutschland
n now backstage here in the knust club
n writing to ya as we speak
at this very very moment
i had pomme frites on the ferry n watched the propellors go round
on the misty coast of germany
i stood in the sun n fresh air
and the sky n sea both blue…royal blue
and the northern spring is unseasonably warm
its 27 …
but people are determined to enjoy it
hamburg here i am
the most visceral n sordid of germanies cities
but very bohemian
more chaotic
more wild
what you want mister?
they got it here….
whats that?
oh yeah plenty of that too
anyway
thats it for today
sk

killas pix from sweden

minna n her fringeme n ellikilla rockin them swedieskilla gives sage advice to hungarian rockers


minna n her fringe

me n elli

killa rockin them swedies

killa gives sage advice to hungarian rockers

swedes n turnips

whatta loverly daywe drove over the huge bridge connecting danmark n sverigeoh i love scanda in the springarrive at kb in malmotheres marky s my olde buddy i known nearly 30 count em yearstheres martin k my dear olde swedish friendn sharers of many mis adventuresn therese whos now married…..theres martin t who i aint seen for years n yearstheres signe martys daughtern then theres 2 certain twillipopse n alooking tall n slim n beootyful(just like big daddy)we play greata reasonable size crowd2 encoresjoking around in swedishthe killas gusto re appearedn i rocked rolled strolled n straddledbomp bomp bomp went my basssing sing sing went my throata swede afterwards summed it up“when i 1st saw you in 1986youre were just sniffing at it…now….you let it take youand you give everything you have”ah yeswell i’d like to think sothe twillies werent that impressedbut thats the twillies for yait was good daddy…but it gave me a headachesee…? no man is a prophet in his own familynice clubnice placenice peopleminna minny strone came n slept here lassanitethat lazy little devil is still asleepbut i been up fer hours doing my xi gong n yogaah….youth…..well i feel rejuvenatedand ready to rock againtonite is copenhagena short drive awayahit aint so badde reallylove to veleska …hope its gonna get betterhope andys heart dont break againhope davy mattison gets that part in nzhope b bon is looking after the card board boxhope ryan is happy to be backhey patty 12 string thanks for attempted jazz deliveryi appreciate it even if ya didnt get thrutoday legal dope market in christiana denmarki’ll bee therefor sureokgonna try n post pics soonsk

whatta loverly day
we drove over the huge bridge connecting danmark n sverige
oh i love scanda in the spring
arrive at kb in malmo
theres marky s my olde buddy i known nearly 30 count em years
theres martin k my dear olde swedish friend
n sharers of many mis adventures
n therese whos now married…..
theres martin t who i aint seen for years n years
theres signe martys daughter
n then theres 2 certain twillipops
e n a
looking tall n slim n beootyful
(just like big daddy)
we play great
a reasonable size crowd
2 encores
joking around in swedish
the killas gusto re appeared
n i rocked rolled strolled n straddled
bomp bomp bomp went my bass
sing sing sing went my throat
a swede afterwards summed it up
“when i 1st saw you in 1986
youre were just sniffing at it…
now….you let it take you
and you give everything you have”
ah yes
well i’d like to think so
the twillies werent that impressed
but thats the twillies for ya
it was good daddy…but it gave me a headache
see…? no man is a prophet in his own family
nice club
nice place
nice people
minna minny strone came n slept here lassanite
that lazy little devil is still asleep
but i been up fer hours doing my xi gong n yoga
ah….youth…..
well i feel rejuvenated
and ready to rock again
tonite is copenhagen
a short drive away
ah
it aint so badde really
love to veleska …hope its gonna get better
hope andys heart dont break again
hope davy mattison gets that part in nz
hope b bon is looking after the card board box
hope ryan is happy to be back
hey patty 12 string thanks for attempted jazz delivery
i appreciate it even if ya didnt get thru
today legal dope market in christiana denmark
i’ll bee there
for sure
ok
gonna try n post pics soon
sk

danish pastry

dear fiendsssyoull be pleased to know1 my washing dried( what a saga)2 my t shirt found3 about a 100 at gig4 2 encores5 today i see them twillie popsoils well that ends wellbut im suffering from a strange crash in mood n energyno swimming?no goji juice (i was warned)whats missing?be glad to get out of prison like hotelhoorayanother identical one in copenhagengeewhiz

dear fiendsss
youll be pleased to know
1 my washing dried( what a saga)
2 my t shirt found
3 about a 100 at gig
4 2 encores
5 today i see them twillie pops
oils well that ends well
but im suffering from a strange crash in mood n energy
no swimming?
no goji juice (i was warned)
whats missing?
be glad to get out of prison like hotel
hooray
another identical one in copenhagen
gee
whiz