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rambling underfoot

where would we be without music? powerful stuff how does it work? nobody knows i can write it i can play it i can sing it but i got no idea how it works musics like a car to me i know if i do certain things i will get to where i want to go but i have no idea why good music feels so good how do i write music these days? well if i’m on my own i fiddle about i may have some vague shadowy thing in my head like i want to write a cross between all my favourite songs in one othertimes i just goes with the flows like debussy automatic writing i pick up an instrument …phrases come to me out of the blue it is like that for me now with all my endeavours a geeza sends me a song sing on this please sk ok yeah bang a couple of hours later i dreamed up the words sang all the parts no problem where did it come from? i dunno but i know it will be there having duly honoured my muse and creativity i feel like i am now rolling easy i can do whatever i want to do vis a vis music painting and writing i expect to do something bloody good and i almost bloody well do sometimes i observe myself endlessly pulling stuff outta the ether… i pay for it in other ways tho of course i am a bit of a foolish fellow…you have to understand and now half deaf i am almost quite comical rambling on when i get the wrong end of the stick i do that quite frequently i should shuttup and work my work is all i’m good at i have so […]

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my guitar is my staff : charged with my energy : it is in symbiosis with me

where would we be without music?

powerful stuff

how does it work?

nobody knows

i can write it i can play it i can sing it

but i got no idea how it works

musics like a car to me

i know if i do certain things i will get to where i want to go

but i have no idea why good music feels so good

how do i write music these days?

well if i’m on my own i fiddle about

i may have some vague shadowy thing in my head

like i want to write a cross between all my favourite songs in one

othertimes i just goes with the flows

like debussy

automatic writing

i pick up an instrument …phrases come to me out of the blue

it is like that for me now with all my endeavours

a geeza sends me a song

sing on this please sk

ok yeah

bang

a couple of hours later i dreamed up the words sang all the parts

no problem

where did it come from?

i dunno but i know it will be there

having duly honoured my muse and creativity

i feel like i am now rolling easy

i can do whatever i want to do

vis a vis music painting and writing

i expect to do something bloody good

and i almost bloody well do sometimes

i observe myself endlessly pulling stuff outta the ether…

i pay for it in other ways tho of course

i am a bit of a foolish fellow…you have to understand

and now half deaf i am almost quite comical

rambling on when i get the wrong end of the stick

i do that quite frequently

i should shuttup and work

my work is all i’m good at

i have so much work to do

i have some serious writing commissioned

i have some paintings commissioned

i have songs commissioned

i have guest appearances being booked

i speak i act i perform i reminisce

i sometimes make em laugh with my old palaver yes

i keep the people here entertained

yesterday i asked scarlet if she’d rather a bike or a unicorn

after a bit of thought she said oh a unicorn i guess

then i rang up the imaginary bloke at the bondi junction unicorns R us

and i’m talking to him in a very grown up voice

and scarlets eyes are widening all the time

yes yes i want a flying unicorn please…do you have any left?

the guy mutters some apology

only 3 left sir this afternoon

i tell scarlet

her eyes are wide now like saucers

she wants to believe it but she’s not saying much

any females? i ask

but the guy says he’s only got males

i tell scarlet about 7 year old snuffly the male flying unicorn

would you like a little male, scarlet?  i ask

but she shakes her head

i have a bit of an argument with the bloke

i mean you’d think they’d bloody well have some little females wouldn’t you?

i mean c’mon is there a unicorn shortage?

anyway  after some grumbling i hang up

scarlet looks thoughtful

about 5 minutes later she comes up

she’s looking very serious now

dad I’ve changed my mind

I DO WANT SNUFFLY!

 

 

 

bib pectins fave moments in aussie rock history

ha ha bib pectins back like he never wennaway cor blimey i’m such a likely lad eh what you betcha little lovely someone asked me to reminisce th’other night some top notch awards ceremony in a (scout)hall in broads head my fave aussie moments in rocknroll c’mon bib please be a rack on tour for us well christ lemme think i says between champers and vegi-sushi nibbles with that fucken sauce i don’t like… i turned to me manager banga pearson who once worked for chuggy himself i told you not to ever have this stuff served at my gigs but bib-0 says banga this aint your fuckin’ gig me old sunny jim jam wham bam thank you ma’am get on with the story bib you turkey or i’ll dim your bloody sim for ya! can’t remember what i was saying banga when you interrupted me… about your fave aussie rock moments in your ill-ustrious careering… oh yeah well one would have to be johnny hooch and the young new stars the young new stars were anything but young or new or stars such is the power of the media chicks flocked to these mock turtles like yabbies towards a bit of meat johnny hooch that wasn’t even his real name… fuck i wish i’d thought of that instead of being bib pectin or even johnny pectin has a bit of wallop ya know what i mean although bib hooch is quite a fine moniker too for a refined avuncular wild yet mild man a swooning crooner who wears the crown among the cabaret clowns who drown in maudlin towns anyway johnny friggin’ hooch and the the new young ding dongs are like in this hotel man down in the east lake airport strip some hot night they just did […]

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local colourful identity

ha ha bib pectins back like he never wennaway

cor blimey i’m such a likely lad eh what you betcha little lovely

someone asked me to reminisce th’other night

some top notch awards ceremony in a (scout)hall in broads head

my fave aussie moments in rocknroll c’mon bib please be a rack on tour for us

well christ lemme think i says between champers

and vegi-sushi nibbles with that fucken sauce i don’t like…

i turned to me manager banga pearson who once worked for chuggy himself

i told you not to ever have this stuff served at my gigs

but bib-0 says banga

this aint your fuckin’ gig me old sunny jim jam wham bam thank you ma’am

get on with the story bib you turkey or i’ll dim your bloody sim for ya!

can’t remember what i was saying banga when you interrupted me…

about your fave aussie rock moments in your ill-ustrious careering…

oh yeah well one would have to be johnny hooch and the young new stars

the young new stars were anything but young or new or stars

such is the power of the media

chicks flocked to these mock turtles like yabbies towards a bit of meat

johnny hooch that wasn’t even his real name…

fuck i wish i’d thought of that instead of being bib pectin

or even johnny pectin has a bit of wallop ya know what i mean

although bib hooch is quite a fine moniker too for a refined avuncular wild yet mild man

a swooning crooner who wears the crown

among the cabaret clowns who drown in maudlin towns

anyway johnny friggin’ hooch and the the new young ding dongs

are like in this hotel man down in the east lake airport strip

some hot night they just did a fuckin’ gig and pulled a thousand people

and some bastard ran away with the door

the whole door for the whole night

and hoochie bring some you know ha ha senoritas back to room 113

and he no called hooch for nothing you know what i really mean here

some other idiot gotta speargun

in johnnys room the champagne has been flowing and flown

strewn clothes carelessly adorn the dawning

man i shoulda been floored just by the beer

and whatever was that christmas cheer hooch picked up here

before he flew there where he had a pair of sold out blocks

the first señorita

you see she’s lapping up fames big lie ha ha like a cat yes yes

oh johnny i love your music so much blah blah ha ha ha

oh yeah which song you like best little stranger?

oh i dunno there names johnny i just love the way the feel to me

which is good for you johnnie cos i wanna be good to you too

in those days i used to open for hooch strange as it may seem now

i used to go up to his room

he always had the best fucking room in the joint

and vice versa naturally seeing he was the hooch man himself right

his big number one hit written by boswell scallywag and tob bobbin

banga what was that called…. that one….?

i call you zephyr cause you blow?

nah banga not that one the one about the scrubber in the flat

that really romantic one…?

fuck that was a great song what was it called…..?

recorded by dennis menagerie wasn’t it at nausea studios …?

you mean the old rex vomit place in new oldham….?

not the place wrinkled carrot made hedgehog….?

mate wrinkled carrot didn’t even play on hedgehog that was the old new young stars

but who played the solo on my girl rat?

that was tiggy moss-gosse from fearsome waterfowl

really i never knew tiggy could play like that ….

but what about johnny hooch and the lads…back at the hote-ie…?

yeah a guy turned up was actually mr asias dad mr asia snr

opiated hash carved into replicas of buddha man heavy as your heart

hooch and mr asia snr get totally ripped on the products at hand

hooch smoked almost a whole sid-arthur before he stopped

then mr asia snr says now where iss my munny hooch…?

but says hooch i didn’t get paid at the gig sir i got fleeced as you might say…

things turn nasty

one of the roadies of the flamboyantly dull knocks over the aquarium

shorts out the lights and everyones in the dark

the guy with the speargun fires into the darkness

as the cops bust down the door and a news elly-coptah ‘overs hoverhead

and the guy who signed em to tepid records rolls up with a fucking cheque for a hundred grand

bullshit. he also had a nuff coke-ayne to last a legion of actors and footy stars a leap year

and the models and playboy bunny who was the premiers mistress sister to manny gambini at the cross

he had vatty-kin ties dyed with that lot who whip emselves through the streets of meddy-evil movies

johnny hooch was also a 13th dan jing jing-u master

i saw him take on a senior girls hockey side with ‘is guitar still ‘anging off ‘im

plus the cops were on the take from mr asia snr

it was give n take actually

and hooches twin brother gerald at that moment showed up

he was a senator in some bi election

fuck!

yes!

what happened then?

what?

what bloody happened then?

?

oh well

send five euros to pectin@you’avemunny.org.ie

and i might tell ya what happened next…if yer lucky….

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

hex : the search for euphoric music

i first met donnette thayer in 1984 in san francisco on tour 4 years later despite both having someone else we fell into an incredible glamourous decadent collaboration and called it hex in fact dt had put a bit of a hex on me one day after catching up with her in san francisco i woke up and realised i was totally hooked on this person i could not think straight my system had delivered some kind of endorphin hit and it was screaming out for more but she lived with a guy who was a lead singer he was the main man in her group called game theory who were an eccentric and quite wonderful band who had absorbed some big star and were incredibly melodic the songs had strange turns dt was the other guitar player n sometime vocalist game theory were doing pretty good they were doing ok in their scene make no mistake their records had some brilliant bits anyway i was touring america for almost a year straight and calling dt for an hour during her lunchtime at the lab she had a fucking degree in chemistry for christs sake but eventually she flew out occasionally to where i was playing and we entered a world of our own conspiring in strange and luxurious and run down and nondescript hotel rooms we began to hatch hex i guess when donnette wasn’t around i stayed in my room and wrote music i vividly remember certain hotels in certain cities in tampa florida on a warm night after the show i plugged in my sequencer and i composed the songs that would be on our album all this pent up confused feeling i had came out as this music which i diligently crafted into the night the […]

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mile after mile burn after burn return

i first met donnette thayer in 1984 in san francisco on tour

4 years later despite both having someone else

we fell into an incredible glamourous decadent collaboration

and called it hex

in fact dt had put a bit of a hex on me

one day after catching up with her in san francisco

i woke up and realised i was totally hooked on this person

i could not think straight

my system had delivered some kind of endorphin hit

and it was screaming out for more

but she lived with a guy who was a lead singer

he was the main man in her group called game theory

who were an eccentric and quite wonderful band

who had absorbed some big star and were incredibly melodic

the songs had strange turns

dt was the other guitar player n sometime vocalist

game theory were doing pretty good they were doing ok in their scene

make no mistake their records had some brilliant bits

anyway i was touring america for almost a year straight

and calling dt for an hour during her lunchtime at the lab

she had a fucking degree in chemistry for christs sake

but eventually she flew out occasionally to where i was playing

and we entered a world of our own conspiring

in strange and luxurious and run down and nondescript hotel rooms

we began to hatch hex i guess

when donnette wasn’t around i stayed in my room and wrote music

i vividly remember certain hotels in certain cities

in tampa florida on a warm night

after the show

i plugged in my sequencer

and i composed the songs that would be on our album

all this pent up confused feeling i had

came out as this music which i diligently crafted into the night

the next day i’d ring her at lunch n play her stuff over the phone

i wrote the music to impress her

it was the best i could do

i was hearing a new sound in my head

electro pop music that would feel like romantic acid

incorporating lots of reverb and howling guitars

incorporating the sampling of voices and re-playing them back in

incorporating weird sad beautiful lyrics

and here was donnette thayer

in some parallel universe she could have been a pop star

to me she was like one of those heroines in forties n fifties movies

she contained many opposites and was of a feline bent

and she oscillated between the sacred and profane

she could be urbane american or goddamn cowgirl from denver

she seemed dedicated to me like an apostle or something

and yet she was tough cynical and resilient

the fact that someone like her thought i was so great impressed me

it was 1988

my life was now in a whirlwind

after a long slog to crack it

we are touring the states incessantly

only interrupted by brief stabs at europe

then back in the usa

so i put a lot of work into the record

as i get insulated from this real world out here

into a strange bubble oh boy

at the end of 1988 dt and i go to nyc where we record hex

we were staying in my managers apt uptown somewhere

it was winter and dark and snowing

at night we worked during peoples off hours

donnette and i worked on the lyrics together

theres some real good things here …some great words

it all kinda started to coalesce for me

i added the guitars and basses and percussion

i played around with different recording tricks and techniques

i think the singing on here is pretty good

it was exactly what was needed

some of the songs on this record suddenly burst through the clouds

and hit ecstatic plateaus

we were influenced by absolutely no one here

this was instant hex

as a labour of love i had conspired these songs

guided by my intuitive instinct for pop

and my intrinsic desire to transcend

the music and the words we summoned out of the ether

because something told us to do it

we bickered a bit and sometimes she rebelled against my meglomania

but she endlessly concentrated on working

she was ready for experimentation

and she usually sang quite in tune

and she could suddenly get very shrill very fast

like cilla black could

go from soft velvety to passionate and edgy in no time

usually i liked this tho dt sometimes had a tendency to overdo it

but mostly i was able to get these great performances as you hear here…

when margot smith heard the last song on hex

she insisted on doing it on the spot

so you will hear it on her album touch

anyway it got some good reviews but generally it sank without much notice

i don’t know why

in 1988 this was quite a futuristic record

the final piece in the hex puzzle was engineer bryce goggin

we met him in new york and he mixed it for nothing

he not only mixed it

but he contributed greatly to the albums sonic wallop

by replacing some of my dodgy sounds with some very cool ones

and then he mixed it and nailed it in a crystal dreamy innovative way

i will always believe this record was a masterpiece

it was just too good to be understood then

the few people who came across it were amazed at the songs herein

we were searching for euphoria

sometimes we goddamn almost find it

vast haloes is a different story

hex was written in a fevered dream a honeymoon period

i had been reborn a star and i had dt as my disciple

if you’ve seen judy davis playing william burroughs wife in naked lunch

you can kinda get the idea of how donnette was

languid sleepy tired sometimes

funny the more tired she looked the more i liked it

she looked good tired i don’t know why

she really knew a lot about guitars and amps

she was a good guitarist too actually

she could actually play

but i was a tyrant

and the purity of hex depended me playing everything

that having been said donnette ran into a guy called jim mcgrath

he was a percussion master

and he played all over this record and added much colour and spice

he added organic energy too

now while hex had been very sparse electro and in some ways restrained

vast haloes took on other genres with varying results

vast haloes has a bigger sound in some ways

a few songs on here are pop masterpieces i have no doubt

recorded in la at various studios including a+m

its a record made on the way down

its high points are maybe higher

its low points a bit lower

over all its still a special record

i played it produced it co-mixed it

i controlled everything

sometimes i lost my judgement

sometimes i came up with fantastic lush stuff like aquamarine

imagine this

a room at the hollywood roosevelt in the dead of winter

dt had her own joint down the road

she wasn’t always there

alone in a wet cold alien winter

i looked out onto the empty blue pool and jacuzzi

smoking new strains of powerful ganja

i came up with this music

dt would come back we’d think up the vocals

we’d get another few days somewhere on the cheap

or as a favour to our manager mike lembo

he never realised hex was actually pretty good

it got a couple rave reviews in england too..but….

i stayed there for quite a while in that same room

there was no one on hollywood boulevard it seemed

slightly unhinged by my whole life

its successes and failures

and reacting badly to too many bad things

too bad i didn’t know then what i know now

still theres some stirring moments here

some unusual things some arcane and fabulous moments

after the first records austerity necessitated by time and technology

i crammed everything but the kitchen sink onto this record

in an effort to emulate todd rundgren a la wizard a true star

so theres stuff going on everywhere

sometimes its vulgar and comedic

sometimes its intricate and quite mysterious to me now

how did i ever dream some of this stuff up

yes there is some great transcendent pop music here

the birth of trip hop someone once said

during the making of the first hex one day donnette and i got food poisoning

and we both lay in bed hallucinating in a cold fever

one day i looked in the mirror

there i was gaunt dishevelled tired stoned unshaven

man i was every popstar i ever wanted to be rolled into one

my head was bursting with ideas for music

people in australia were beginning to twig i was drifting off

they would ring me and persuade me to come back

but i didn’t want to

i was in new york city

it was winter

i had a bit of money

it was cafes and restaurants and cabs to the studio

i bent all my focus on the first record

my life was suddenly impossible groovy and alien

i really was a bit of a popstar

we went to bars and we drank a bit and watched comedians

once in the middle of a deadcold winter night

a comedian stopped the show and pointed to dt and said

hey lady you got something going with this guy aint ya?

at christmas time instead of returning to australia

i went to donnettes mothers place in denver colorado

oh man!

a truly extraordinary time!

donnettes mother and boyfriend were quite youngish

they were extremely groovy and turned on hipster types

they made me more than welcome

they also laid on many many special refreshments

my christmas gift was a wonderful refreshment

her mother was an amazing character

madeleine stowe always reminded me of her mother

we used to go to the best mexican restaurants

and we’d drink beer and have a really cool time

these were no byron bay hippies

these were the real deal

travelling all over america

her mother was like a tough pretty funny classic american type

the type i had seen in the movies so much as a young kid

feisty women who chart their own course for reasons known only to them

donnettes  sister turned up too

she looked like donnette maybe not so tired

she kinda kept up a mostly good natured string of little jibes at me

i didn’t mind that much

it all seemed like a movie

my first american christmas

i’m in denver colorado

my record is in the charts here in the US

i’m staying in the suburbs of denver

its snowing and all that

sometimes i take a walk with her mother

she remains totally unimpressed by my stoned blather

its a thing i liked about her

we did lots of touristy things with the family

there was another half sister who only lived nocturnally

one did not see much of her

we went skiing we went to the hot water springs on freezing days

we hit the most authentic mexican places a lot

sometimes we would play some new board games at night

but the refreshments were there too

but the atmosphere was very relaxed and warm

it really was like being in a film

eventually of course

rightly or wrongly

i was compelled to return to australia

hex was done

i had no pretext whatsoever to tarry

the brief golden age of hex was already over

the first record represents that on every level

the second record represents hexes glorious fall

on every level

you can download either of these records now from this site

see details on the left about bandcamp

 

 

 

 

forget me knots

while i was in sweden i had a listen to forget yourself fuck what a good record! i never stopped to listen to it at the time but theres some great stuff on there i mean obviously we never make bad records although some we have made i really don’t care for but they were not bad records forget yourself is a fizzy electronic-y guitar-pedal kind of album i had just moved back to sydney and the ganja here was mind blowing at that time plus i had finally thrown off the last shackles of heroin and i was back on form again after a bit of a struggle it was recorded at tims old studio in glebe it was crammed with gadgets and equipment and stuff for some reason we had this engineer nick hard he didn’t really seem to understand exactly how we thought we were s’posed to be so forget yourself is a weird hybrid record its noisy bright and a bit digital pretty energetic tho for a bunch of old guys…eh? i mean we are not going gently into that good night…are we…? anyway i guess i never really understood what it was at the time but listening to it for the first time in ten years i was kinda impressed we put a lot of thought into what we do and we argue and carry on during the creative process sometimes i think everyone in the band goes out of his way to make each song special peter with his apollo approach to guitar marty with his dionysus approach to guitar tim was the walloping drums n guy who understood pro-tools i was the geeza who played bass and sang the songs we don’t like to write stale hackneyed showbiz stuff on this album it […]

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while i was in sweden i had a listen to forget yourself

fuck what a good record!

i never stopped to listen to it at the time

but theres some great stuff on there

i mean obviously we never make bad records

although some we have made i really don’t care for

but they were not bad records

forget yourself is a fizzy electronic-y guitar-pedal kind of album

i had just moved back to sydney

and the ganja here was mind blowing at that time

plus i had finally thrown off the last shackles of heroin

and i was back on form again after a bit of a struggle

it was recorded at tims old studio in glebe

it was crammed with gadgets and equipment and stuff

for some reason we had this engineer nick hard

he didn’t really seem to understand

exactly how we thought we were s’posed to be

so forget yourself is a weird hybrid record

its noisy bright and a bit digital

pretty energetic tho for a bunch of old guys…eh?

i mean we are not going gently into that good night…are we…?

anyway i guess i never really understood what it was at the time

but listening to it for the first time in ten years i was kinda impressed

we put a lot of thought into what we do

and we argue and carry on during the creative process sometimes

i think everyone in the band goes out of his way to make each song special

peter with his apollo approach to guitar

marty with his dionysus approach to guitar

tim was the walloping drums n guy who understood pro-tools

i was the geeza who played bass and sang the songs

we don’t like to write stale hackneyed showbiz stuff

on this album it seemed our horizons suddenly exploded

especially compared to AENT..a very measured record indeed

this record reminds me of some of my paintings

lots of bright colours lots of naive joie de vivre

a sonic recklessness is afoot

after AENT and its tastefulness

FY comes unleashed fucked up squashed chopped up feeding back

a strong sense of some cartoon psychedelic trip

a sense of a rebellious looseness

i have come back to my full powers as a lyricist by now i guess

after some dodgier moments on the gear in the past

in fact at this moment i was on a roll

i wrote june and don’t you fall one night  about 5 minutes apart

despite the fact i was being hassled at the time by someone as i wrote em

it was a hassle-y period

lots of people dropped in

there were always someone hanging around

we went out n took long lunches and dinners

i usually turned up late n went home early

(tho i usually do that)

a lot of good songs from these sessions went on beside yourself

yeah thats a good record you should track down if you like this one

we recorded tons of songs

we went through a very productive streak writing wise

in fact it doesn’t seem possible the church could not write songs ever

we always come up with something

look we just muck around

we just fiddle about until a song starts to form

or we follow weird little strategies of writing

i said to peter one day

give me a chord progression any chord progression

on the spot he came up with the chords for sealine

its called sealine because it reminded us of i am the walrus (geddit?)

song in space sounds like some krautrock group from the seventies

i wrote june and don’t you fall on a bass guitar only

that hardly ever happens

nick hard and tim were doing stuff with the sound

was it meant to be like this ?    i used to wonder

now it doesn’t seem to matter

the record is a glorious accident

its got a couple of beautiful songs

june and maya for 2 at least

its got electro-euphorica e.g. reversal

its got a great slow dissolve ending in summer

which was the aural equivalent to being back in bondi beach

and its got some turbulent strident stuff

and its got some triply poppy stuff

hell you can’t go wrong with forget yourself

if someone else did it it probably woulda been huge

but the church were fated to be ignored for a while

even though we still made great music like this

if we aren’t the best band in this universe we’re not far-off

ie we have delivered interesting accomplished songs and music

for thirty 2 years now and we show no sign of getting soft

still too highly strung for our own good

eccentricity or just plain mad…?

thats the church

we will be back

eventually

 

 

 

 

 

the squalls and the warm calms

 

 

 

 

lily field

lily field at the edge of a forest scarlet asks me : daddy what is a gnome? a house in a tree the little grey men oh they fled their england so long ago foxglove and poppy violet and rose watercolour childhood left out in the rain south is the winter north is the summer at the edge of a forest we see lily field we see arboreal spirits who tend to their tree we see the ravens and castles and war for a crown we see the lake of forgetting we live the day of remembering we dream of a night and then it comes into being and the roots hammer deep under the oak and the river rushes pleasantly along a hundred years could pass this way it would seem in the end just one day lily field then in her patterns of june her aprons of april her man on the moon lily field where witch hazel lie where creepy bat and slow worm and trespasser die she stands at the edge of a forest decor of dew patiently waiting waiting for you   scarlet says : you should write the end  

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she starts with s she ends with t (and she's lost 7 teeth)

lily field at the edge of a forest

scarlet asks me : daddy what is a gnome?

a house in a tree

the little grey men

oh they fled their england so long ago

foxglove and poppy

violet and rose

watercolour childhood left out in the rain

south is the winter

north is the summer

at the edge of a forest we see lily field

we see arboreal spirits who tend to their tree

we see the ravens and castles and war for a crown

we see the lake of forgetting

we live the day of remembering

we dream of a night and then it comes into being

and the roots hammer deep under the oak

and the river rushes pleasantly along

a hundred years could pass this way it would seem in the end

just one day

lily field then in her patterns of june

her aprons of april

her man on the moon

lily field where witch hazel lie

where creepy bat and slow worm and trespasser die

she stands at the edge of a forest decor of dew

patiently waiting waiting for you

 

scarlet says : you should write the end

 

hemmed/in-space

when the elastic throttle of equilibrium lifts you off into either ether and the whirring machine instruction increases peripherally in both ear something whispers secret instructions you never really hear at takeoff there is a stillpoint in moment of long refracted reflection in whistling shrieking cosmick winds a catapult shoots you into the sky a shot shoots through your systems using star energy so quiet and pure using star energy you silver between the streets in the sky in puddles on the moon behold futures unwritten Khartoum in solid space you shrink to nothing in solid time you are still travelling into tomorrow at lite years when your head explodes full of lithium absinth dead star wormwood pounds on in din a time stamp a machine gauges your etheric aura with pink painless implanted buds a sensor directs you to your next plasmic fix a ray alerts you as you approach terminal velocities a dial indicates an arcane antequarium a ratchet up the rounded numbers interlocking sequences concur sudden sickness of reaching 0 speed a communication from an outpost please identify yourself  do you read me? but by then you are far/gone already suffering space-lag the body crashes against the mind the spirit -driver impervious to all fire and ice enters brief sanctuary  

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trans-ponder

when the elastic throttle of equilibrium lifts you off into either ether

and the whirring machine instruction increases peripherally

in both ear something whispers secret instructions you never really hear

at takeoff there is a stillpoint

in moment of long refracted reflection

in whistling shrieking cosmick winds

a catapult shoots you into the sky

a shot shoots through your systems

using star energy so quiet and pure

using star energy you silver between the streets in the sky

in puddles on the moon behold futures unwritten Khartoum

in solid space you shrink to nothing

in solid time you are still travelling into tomorrow at lite years

when your head explodes full of lithium absinth

dead star wormwood pounds on in din a time stamp

a machine gauges your etheric aura with pink painless implanted buds

a sensor directs you to your next plasmic fix

a ray alerts you as you approach terminal velocities

a dial indicates an arcane antequarium

a ratchet up the rounded numbers interlocking sequences concur

sudden sickness of reaching 0 speed

a communication from an outpost

please identify yourself 

do you read me?

but by then you are far/gone

already suffering space-lag

the body crashes against the mind

the spirit -driver impervious to all fire and ice

enters brief sanctuary

 

then arose a great storm

at the edge of the land at the edge of the world at the edge of the known final approach through blustering rain i navigate the skies from my familiar room the black cat takes fright and disappears into the wind a silent black slit he makes exiting the plasmatic night ten thousand fingered cyclone bringing it on droplets hammered against glass and forced upwards back into the air sibilant sutra of incessant precipitation furious cold angry rain the houses shake under such an onslaught the mercury shudders within its glass blood pressure drops suddenly away dizzy beyond belief coming down with the cold hard rain like reality itself grim and in constant flux what do you want ? what do you believe? what do you want to believe? these questions interposed on some  inner nothingness and asked by the rain

Photo on 6-06-12 at 4.45 PM
Photo on 6-06-12 at 4.45 PM

pondering beyond

at the edge of the land

at the edge of the world

at the edge of the known

final approach through blustering rain

i navigate the skies from my familiar room

the black cat takes fright and disappears into the wind

a silent black slit he makes exiting the plasmatic night

ten thousand fingered cyclone bringing it on

droplets hammered against glass and forced upwards back into the air

sibilant sutra of incessant precipitation

furious cold angry rain

the houses shake under such an onslaught

the mercury shudders within its glass

blood pressure drops suddenly away

dizzy beyond belief

coming down with the cold hard rain like reality itself

grim and in constant flux

what do you want ?

what do you believe?

what do you want to believe?

these questions interposed on some  inner nothingness

and asked by the rain

return eternal burn

i descended from the misty clouds which were ripped over the city city of money city of crime city of wondrous things things go better with power and money winter a small hick up  in a long summer forever the moon shadowed by a dwarf rain so soft so invisible is it even there? no you are walking through maya warmth dreaminess i plunge into delicious darkness falling flailing failing framed against forevers spirits disembark the planes pass out into the nights the many nights of fresh storm storms come and they blow away leaving only day days come peopled in song that get sung by the throng at the end of the song song of the people working star fields fields of the heroes held onto the throne thrown to the wolves the lamb has endured lamb of this world world of this time time of our forefathers time of our distance we appear at entrances bound for outside oh the night outside is blossomed with lights the lights in the windows the lights in the sky and chimney stacks jostle midst chrome and glass spheres the black past humbles the silvery future the night slides by like knife into butter the night glides by like a travelling cheat that glides beneath you and between your minds the minds you never made up left behind i sing then of sisyphus who shoulders the stone and tantalus strung out in hades alone man i sing the song of the clumsy ninja boy i sing the song of the magicians nephew foolish things for more foolish things experimenting in profound things no one could understand the night has wings its wings sing of the white night white under lights yonder on city city which crouches erect through the rain a beautiful […]

Photo on 4-06-12 at 8.44 PM
Photo on 4-06-12 at 8.44 PM

home word bound

i descended from the misty clouds which were ripped over the city

city of money city of crime city of wondrous things

things go better with power and money

winter a small hick up  in a long summer forever

the moon shadowed by a dwarf

rain so soft so invisible is it even there?

no you are walking through maya

warmth dreaminess i plunge into delicious darkness

falling flailing failing framed against forevers

spirits disembark the planes

pass out into the nights

the many nights of fresh storm

storms come and they blow away leaving only day

days come peopled in song that get sung by the throng at the end of the song

song of the people working star fields

fields of the heroes held onto the throne

thrown to the wolves the lamb has endured

lamb of this world world of this time

time of our forefathers time of our distance

we appear at entrances bound for outside

oh the night outside is blossomed with lights

the lights in the windows the lights in the sky

and chimney stacks jostle midst chrome and glass spheres

the black past humbles the silvery future

the night slides by like knife into butter

the night glides by like a travelling cheat

that glides beneath you and between your minds

the minds you never made up left behind

i sing then of sisyphus who shoulders the stone

and tantalus strung out in hades alone

man i sing the song of the clumsy ninja

boy i sing the song of the magicians nephew

foolish things for more foolish things

experimenting in profound things no one could understand

the night has wings its wings sing of the white night

white under lights yonder on city

city which crouches erect through the rain

a beautiful horror it glows and diffuses

the warm paradise a beckon too fast

a puddle a footstep a roar in the quietness

a slip a trap a tumble a learn

a tremor a fountain a merry go round a rosy oh baby

this is the place this is the turn

this is return eternal burn

 

goodbye sverige i’m gonna miss you!

well i like it here well i love it here even with its long cold winters and sometimes short cold summers i bloody like it here and leaving for airport in one hour makes me sadder than sad all the times ive left sweden and left my kids comes down on me and weighs heavy a great gig last night with mwp a lot of friends there i will miss it here how i wish i could stay longer go out to the swedish countryside i feel cut in 2 sad and already lonely bye guys see you soon sk  

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me n the kid

well i like it here

well i love it here

even with its long cold winters

and sometimes short cold summers

i bloody like it here

and leaving for airport in one hour

makes me sadder than sad

all the times ive left sweden and left my kids

comes down on me and weighs heavy

a great gig last night with mwp

a lot of friends there

i will miss it here

how i wish i could stay longer

go out to the swedish countryside

i feel cut in 2

sad and already lonely

bye guys

see you soon

sk

 

scan d’ knavia

in nordic graveyards where heroes are buried gardens of the long gone dead that sorrowful northern light a single bird song in the twilights that linger on oh this is as lonely as you can be this is somewhere different this cold cold water clear and under the bridge old peasant types up against the nouveau riche theres this lovely smell in all the shops and malls the bathrooms all look the same no matter where you go the lollies oh so good believe me everything here in sodermalm is kinda top notch i’d say and prices too soder is like paddington in sydney i guess you know that art cool expensive part of town that once was working class anyway a pair of shorts on sale was about 200 bucks (glad they was on sale …imagine the full price….!) i eat at a veggie place called chutney on katarinabansgatan that might be misspelt …..i apologise the food is good and the atmosphere is…. its like being in someones cosy house conversation is low they have settees with red velvet cushions theres interesting art and eastern religious figures on wall there is NOTHING like this in sydney the food a bit pricey but youd pay this at home too everything is kinda top rate thats hard to explain but australia and england are more shoddy of course the reverse side of non shoddiness is its more straight too but the swedes are kind of dependable people not given to hysterical rubbish (unless young blokes who are extremely drunk) swedes are tending towards calm reason and fairness even the many swedish dealers thieves and prostitutes that i become friends with in my darkest days on earth they were reasonable dealers thieves and prostitutes they did what they did but it had […]

Photo on 2012-05-31 at 17.12

graven imaged

in nordic graveyards where heroes are buried

gardens of the long gone dead

that sorrowful northern light

a single bird song in the twilights that linger on

oh this is as lonely as you can be

this is somewhere different

this cold cold water clear and under the bridge

old peasant types up against the nouveau riche

theres this lovely smell in all the shops and malls

the bathrooms all look the same no matter where you go

the lollies oh so good believe me

everything here in sodermalm is kinda top notch i’d say

and prices too

soder is like paddington in sydney i guess

you know that art cool expensive part of town that once was working class

anyway a pair of shorts on sale was about 200 bucks

(glad they was on sale …imagine the full price….!)

i eat at a veggie place called chutney on katarinabansgatan

that might be misspelt …..i apologise

the food is good and the atmosphere is….

its like being in someones cosy house

conversation is low

they have settees with red velvet cushions

theres interesting art and eastern religious figures on wall

there is NOTHING like this in sydney

the food a bit pricey but youd pay this at home too

everything is kinda top rate

thats hard to explain but australia and england are more shoddy

of course the reverse side of non shoddiness is its more straight too

but the swedes are kind of dependable people

not given to hysterical rubbish

(unless young blokes who are extremely drunk)

swedes are tending towards calm reason and fairness

even the many swedish dealers thieves and prostitutes

that i become friends with in my darkest days on earth

they were reasonable dealers thieves and prostitutes

they did what they did but it had a kind of layer of sordidness removed

the swedes do not think like us

many make the mistake to think that they do

but they do not

in some ways elektra and miranda are aliens to me

they see things from a point of view that is in their genes

you can maybe acquire a little if you live here

i already had grokked the nordic mojo when i was a kid

man i loved my norse mythology like a rabid fan

boy those stories seemed so familiar to me

they werent mythology to me like some dusty scholarly thing…

full of betrayal lust trickery and intrigue

people look here for the real genesis of tolkien and game of thrones

and you see the characters in norse mythology

well they are so fucking scandanavian

the gods and goddesses

they way they see n do things

its a fatalistic almost hopelessly sad feeling

oh yeah of course mr i bergman got it on film

but i feel it at every moment of every day

that longing

my longing to stay here much much longer

can you imagine i have 2 swedes of my own for daughters

they fascinate me

i see all members of both parents faces sometimes flash across them

some incredible computer figured out all the best DNA we had

chucked it together and produced them

but they are their own girls

they have gravitas

and they have that same skandic thing

that sad detachment

that reminds me of the elves in lord of the rings

the swedes are a handsome and beautiful lot

girls in fishnchip shops whod surely be models somewhere else

guys at starbucks who look like every rockstar ever but with blond dreads

serving coffee

no ones even looking at him

if that guy lived in sydney he’d be the lead singer of some newtown band

for sure

its overcast and coldish

this will make the swedes sad if it keeps up

these people need their fucking summer

and its a bummer if it never comes

sweden in summer is the nicest place on earth i swear

if you can get in with some swedes (or turnips ha ha)

and you get out to the summer house in the country

man after youve wound down you will love it

often with no electricity

candle lit meals outside in the daylight lasting till eleven

swimming in the cold brown lakes

the profound and holy silence of the gods forest

to me the archetypal swedish type is max von sydow in seventh seal

a handsome tragic uncomplaining doing his best to keep his head

cautious and alarmed by extreme behaviour

a little skeptical but underneath that sometimes

a desperate search for spirit

but the swedes are tuned into the weather

and some are tuned into a quite otherworldly gracefulness

until smoking drinking and eating rather lots of meat ruins it for them

oh and smoking loads of cigs and drinking lots of milk and cream

but by and large the people look younger than elsewhere

i guess thats the cold and long winters which preserve

personally sweden makes me feel very cosy and safe

although i know that is an illusion

it is the most sane place (in many ways) that you  ever go to

they look after people here children old people migrants everybody

its not like it used to be

but humanism certainly prevails

it isnt about a bunch of power drunk fatcats at the top

its different here although

they have a silly royal family

the princess christened her daughter

and the papers recounted every last detail

going over n over pathetic little snippets about shoes and bibs

and all these other royals from europe in medals n stuff

medals for what?

the king has been quite a naughty boy too

with a penchant for very rocknroll kinda things

strip clubs popsingers wild parties

how can ya take a king like that seriously ?

seriously if i was the king i wouldnt do stuff like that

he doesnt deserve it .hes a real twerp

kick em all out (but you’d decimate tourism !)

i reckon its day will have to come

swedes following their nose for progressive socialism

will one day ask the royal gooseballs to stand down

maybe a grandson of mine will marry a future princess

or a granddaughter will marry a norwegian duke

then i’ll be all for it! yes sir!

of course i’ll be the old guy in the admirals get up n medals

hanging around at weddings n things in europe

and spending christmas with the aga khan

 

 

if i had to leave australia then i would live here

it is still a very sane and civilised country