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saraswati favour me again help me unlock the secret words that will turn the people on oh i want to open up and let everything out because everything is moving so fast now and i’m rushing towards the end and voices in my head clamour to be heard and if i could so energise myself in one great burst of creativity i could succinctly nail it for once and for good so i never had to again so i could let it go where it wants no more laziness no more doubt my crown will be flooded by the cosmos and all the greatest artisans from the old days will flow thru me let me access that place let me rifle thru the library of mankind let me listen in on music never written let me see the taste of the sound i want everything at once my ambitions exceed my meagre talents the things i dream of are dazzling and monstrous but somehow reality defeats us and we work in shadows and we struggle needlessly against life and the fingers and voices that translate what we find in the void are incapable of the subtlety and finesse and our minds which should be hard as diamond focusing the beauty of the entire earth and its history thru the prism of a song or painting a song which sings itself so to speak something so fucking obvious no one could even see it ! so i’m searching through my mind and heart trying to find whatever it is i need some element some ingredient some unthought of combination i talk in my head with unknown persons a committee of disembodied voices whispering and shouting out their various trips me : i’m just a vessel i take what i can get […]

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inconvenience store

saraswati favour me again

help me unlock the secret words that will turn the people on

oh i want to open up and let everything out

because everything is moving so fast now

and i’m rushing towards the end

and voices in my head clamour to be heard

and if i could so energise myself

in one great burst of creativity

i could succinctly nail it for once and for good

so i never had to again

so i could let it go where it wants

no more laziness no more doubt

my crown will be flooded by the cosmos

and all the greatest artisans from the old days will flow thru me

let me access that place

let me rifle thru the library of mankind

let me listen in on music never written

let me see the taste of the sound

i want everything at once

my ambitions exceed my meagre talents

the things i dream of are dazzling and monstrous

but somehow reality defeats us

and we work in shadows

and we struggle needlessly against life

and the fingers and voices that translate what we find in the void

are incapable of the subtlety and finesse

and our minds which should be hard as diamond

focusing the beauty of the entire earth and its history

thru the prism of a song or painting

a song which sings itself so to speak

something so fucking obvious no one could even see it !

so i’m searching through my mind and heart

trying to find whatever it is i need

some element some ingredient

some unthought of combination

i talk in my head with unknown persons

a committee of disembodied voices

whispering and shouting out their various trips

me : i’m just a vessel

i take what i can get

i get what i can take

but something animates me surely

forcing me to go on until i finally hit that golden nail

so i stumble along imagining things all over the place

life is full of marvels there is no shortage of subject matter

night falls in australia

autumn closing in

its already march

wow!

 

 

fine fracture

bondi oh the weather is warm night arrives the cars all leave the ghosts in the house whisper there they are but you missed em coincidences on top of serendipity things get wild outside i am out here naked in the dimming light morning straight into evening evening straight into morning my daughters : aurora :  a brilliant mind and a somewhat guarded heart her blonde hair turning dark her olive skin her piercing brown eyes she sees she remembers she appraises eve : soft feminine intuitive forgiving her hair like a tangle of dryad roots her already voluptuous figure her trusting green eyes her gorgeous husky voice when she sings scarlet : the wild card beautiful angry difficult overflowing with love strong and sturdy her broad forehead bulging with brains her sky blue eyes which search souls….. the tour is over some say we are the best band in the world these days peter : the master musician thoroughly understanding music on every level wonderful melodious versatile original marty : the guitar hero passionate dedicated fiery intuitive the ying to peters yang tim : the deep foundation powerful incessant steady subtle drumming singing steering the show me : the joker the bass guitar the words the voice we have a made a great leap forward somehow miraculously after 30 years still blossoming and blooming fucking nailing it….eh?! we embrace so many contradictions we slay our audiences now we walk on and we let em have it 3 hours of poignant sound bound to make you smile and cry let me tell you we use only the very finest ingredients and we add boy wonder craig wilson into the blend imagine a geezer so precociously talented that he can just jump into any church song on any instrument and replicate […]

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perry scope

bondi oh the weather is warm

night arrives

the cars all leave

the ghosts in the house whisper

there they are but you missed em

coincidences on top of serendipity

things get wild outside

i am out here naked in the dimming light

morning straight into evening

evening straight into morning

my daughters :

aurora :  a brilliant mind and a somewhat guarded heart

her blonde hair turning dark

her olive skin

her piercing brown eyes

she sees she remembers she appraises

eve :

soft feminine intuitive forgiving

her hair like a tangle of dryad roots

her already voluptuous figure

her trusting green eyes

her gorgeous husky voice when she sings

scarlet :

the wild card

beautiful angry difficult overflowing with love

strong and sturdy

her broad forehead bulging with brains

her sky blue eyes which search souls…..

the tour is over

some say we are the best band in the world these days

peter : the master musician

thoroughly understanding music on every level

wonderful melodious versatile original

marty : the guitar hero

passionate dedicated fiery intuitive

the ying to peters yang

tim : the deep foundation

powerful incessant steady subtle

drumming singing steering the show

me : the joker

the bass guitar

the words

the voice

we have a made a great leap forward somehow

miraculously after 30 years still blossoming and blooming

fucking nailing it….eh?!

we embrace so many contradictions

we slay our audiences now

we walk on and we let em have it

3 hours of poignant sound bound to make you smile and cry

let me tell you we use only the very finest ingredients

and we add boy wonder craig wilson into the blend

imagine a geezer so precociously talented

that he can just jump into any church song on any instrument

and replicate it authentically

there is only one other i have seen do that

and that was ricky maymi

i myself would never be capable of this kind of musicianship

and instead of growing dull and safe and insipid

the church still yearning for the thrill

oh believe me its a thrill

to lock down like a machine

the church is a rolls royce

you cant feel how fast you are really going

you are enveloped in a lush cushioned ride

our machine is inexorable and precise

for various reasons we have arrived here

we had the raw talent to start with

we stuck to our guns

we learned to ride the popularity curve

becoming neither too despondent or too cocky

we went away from each other

we gathered many new abilties

we became minstrels teachers producers painters

we are harsh on ourselves

fuck yes we have high standards for what we will let pass

and while not yet quite in old age

we have a deep experience of playing

master craftsmen working in rock n roll

playing u23 i myself began to realise what a great record

priest = aura what can you say?

in some parallel universe where everyone has 50 extra IQ points

priest is considered a classic by all

sorry folks the church isnt all inchoate musical feeling

the lyrics on this album ….

for fucks sake who could write this stuff but me…..?

i stand there singing the disillusionist

marvelling at the venomous ferocity  i hurl at myself

i take in all other lyricists and i spit out kilbey

look i got it all in there didnt i?

and then straight away changing into old flame

the tenderest shortest sweetest  song in the language of love

my fucked up brilliant mind

wanted to incorporate it all

i had a good try

my lyrics are ambitious

i take inspiration from the greatest writers from all places n times

i love the book of genesis and chuck berry

i love all great artistic movements

i am of impressionism automatic writing surrealism

ambiguity collective unconscious drugs dreams drama

shakespeare strindberg marvel super heroes whatever it is

all of it

our complete history

every glorious or sordid moment

every weird wonderful cerebral sexual transcendent thing

puzzles dilemmas mazes phrases proverbs lies

big words because i write for MY audience

and they are mostly educated intelligent people

and they demand something worthwhile in their music

and the church provides something worthwhile

i guess

more to come…..

 

 

shatterday

this is still the place i tell the truth except when i am forced to lie to aggrandise myself my hoarse speeding shadow duplicates in summers dying days i think of the snow melting up in cape cod in some gothic town spring bursts outta the wings with all its things jealous sprouts of green eyed envy combusting in the seed the weather is strange but aint it always  been strange kilbey wings ‘is way home its midnite in australia i keep rolling with the luck of the devil double six double six double six my gambling debts i use as envelopes for angelfruit my wickedness helps old ladies down from trees my evil cuddles kittens oh no here comes trouble goodnight  

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this and that.... well they must be the same

this is still the place i tell the truth

except when i am forced to lie to aggrandise myself

my hoarse speeding shadow duplicates in summers dying days

i think of the snow melting up in cape cod in some gothic town

spring bursts outta the wings with all its things

jealous sprouts of green eyed envy combusting in the seed

the weather is strange but aint it always  been strange

kilbey wings ‘is way home

its midnite in australia

i keep rolling with the luck of the devil

double six double six double six

my gambling debts i use as envelopes for angelfruit

my wickedness helps old ladies down from trees

my evil cuddles kittens

oh no here comes trouble

goodnight

 

tour diary

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

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darkness returning

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

paul culnane RIP

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

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NO!

in about 1972 i met him

he was a year older than me about 19

we met up in the david jones record bar in canberra

i was asking for some records and paul was in there

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

we started talking and immediately became fast friends

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

he understood! he fucking understood….!

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

he was a good looking dude with his beard n everything

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

paul was such an incredibly knowledgeable character

he kept all his pop magazines neatly filed and sorted

his records were all in plastic bags n in mint condition

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

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

in the rock world

paul was interested in production too

and already had a tape recorder he was experimenting with

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

but paul n i were honest with each other about bolan

even if it hurt

paul said after we bought tanx “how disappointing!”

it was

we knew bowie was the future

paul n i formed a band

he was the singer i was the bass player

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

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

as a  consequence of paul pulling out of singing that night

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

a word about these bullies

i knew em

i saw who was there that night

a bunch of teenage thugs who’d given paul grief

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

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

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

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

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

were probably smacking him around a bit at school

so he just said

i aint doing it!

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

it was our first ever gig

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

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

it sure looked insignificant in the daylight so many years later

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

but my sense of destiny always burnt within me so hard

i just get up n play n i dont care

let em thump me afterwards i gotta play my songs

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

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

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

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

well i very faintheartedly tried to embrace the idea

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

paul called me as butch as a meat pie

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

but i just didnt dig blokes

paul never suggested anything inappropriate to me either

we verily loved each other like brothers

i dunno how paul felt about me but to me

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

paul loved the beatles the who n todd rundgren too

and he filled me in on everything

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

he like me was a man out of time n place

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

im convinced of that

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

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

eventually i guess my butchness n i guess sometimes harsh words

woulda broke up our friendship

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

(they were absolutely awful!!!!!)

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

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

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

well i held a grudge and i held it good

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

he was working in the public service

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

whatever it was he seemed confused by it and

i wasnt so friendly

paying him back for the newsagents incident

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

paul had really changed

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

we talked about all the stuff only WE knew about

paul was meeting a woman from sydney that night

in some bizarre twist she worked at the bondi post office

and we had already spoken about paul

paul told me that night

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

it seemed things were looking up

paul wrote me a lovely letter about the churches performance

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

he asked me where i got my new choppers

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

it seemed the new romance might have a chance

i kept saying come up to sydney paul

he kept saying he would but he never did

this guy was a huge influence on my nascent musical direction

he was a brilliant brilliant man and as i said

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

i knew his brother phil at school too

he was a diamond geezer a really nice cat

i remember his whole family as being gracious and hospitable

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

i dont think he did himself

as far as i go

he was an indispensable part of my story

we studied bolan n bowie like other people study mathematics

we debated we laughed we argued we rhapsodised on em

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

he had an idea for something called the amnesia operetta

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

i told paul n he was chuffed

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

an adorable man

a sad day for me

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

i’m gonna miss you man

sk philadelphia on tour

feb 2011

that

a bode

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

i made this little movie of last nights hotel

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

at  budget rates for us

thanks bruce it was fantastic

the front of the film got lost somehow

please go to video section n watch a abode

sk

beat poem

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

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february schism of our ideas

the cold is inside my shoes

it nip nip nip at my toe

i hurtle on into the future towards the east

i climb on a stage

i play a bass guitar i sing songs

i stand there in the light while music throbs around me

yoga and swimming throw me around the stage

my words are crazy to me

nightmarish naive florid snapshots of some bullshit 20th century life

then we did this

then we did that

i strummed a fuckin’ guitar n i got lucky

i thought of some words

anyone could fucking do it

we put a band together

just find some cool cats who can play

and we went round n round this earth

hawking our existential art rock mope neo psychedelic blah blah blues

we rolled the dice

we moved up n down the snakes n ladders

we did  smart n stupid things

i landed on a hotel on mayfair

but the bank error was not in my favour

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

they were picking up this insistent distant beat

i drum my fingers on a table

i shave my reflection in a mirror

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

who wrote all these fucking words i sing

why it was you and you and you

theyre yours again now

say them to hotties in a bar

they might get you laid

write them in your notebook

and feel their power in ink

use them uncredited in your spiels i no longer care

my words my music my movement my rhythm

all happening while i stand back and watch

some say we are the best band in the world now

how is that possible you say

please come and see us play if you can then

judge for yourself

some energy we are tapping into

do you even wonder how some old aussie bloke pushing 60

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

its the energy

it is attracted to us

we feed off it

the energy of over a hundred years of collective musical experience

filtered thru musicians dedicated and rededicated to their music

and its quality

and there it is

the energy come to guide us thru it all

as it uncurls outta the future

hey  hey

sk

hard road

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

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winter in america is cold and i just keep growing older

yesterday a long drive

we start at 12 noon

we finish  at 12 midnite

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

the trip is boring after a while

dazzling snow all the way

as the sun goes down the feeling gets grim

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

at some unholy meshing of servos and fast food joints

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

the eastern winter is bleak

it aint no picnic out there i know

today we drive down to alexandria , virginia

just right outside of d.c.

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

in the civil war……

looking forward to going home n seeing my children

looking forward to going home where life feels a bit easier

than this freezing industrial conglomerate

our show at chicago was our best yet

the band have improved n improved

hell yes we transcend and we will transcend tonite despite anything

i really love my american fans

i know they understand what we’re doing here

i hope we can bring this show to europe and australia

gotta fight with my suitcase now

done my yoga done my chi gong

now to get back in that fucking van n ride

ride it all out

love etc

kilbey

with mah sistah..

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

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i remember driving driving in your car

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

she came across the church one day on her radio

28 years later we met up at this gig

her name is janet

it was so lovely to meet you janet

it was an honour to be part of your childhood

it was lovely to talk to you tonight

i’m glad you stll dig us, child

much love

steven

heartbreaker

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

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

arrive in the windy city last night

this morning i stumble out n walk these mean streets

folks its fucking cold out there

freezing numbing dirty cold

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

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

yeah i’m looking pretty good aint i?

the girls behind the counter like my accent

i tell a few jokes

oooh youre a singer too theyre saying

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

i have my food n drink

i feel pretty snazzy

i gotta another possible sellout show tonite n i feel big

i feel kinda vindicated or something

i catch sight of myself in the mirror

stupid clothes for winter i guess

my face is looking a bit crumpled

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

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

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

eventually with a nice full belly

i stroll outta there into the cold

feeling like quite the big shot

then

i hear a voice coming from a pile of dirty snow

are you warm enough honey dressed like that?

there sits an old lady

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

i tell her i got thermal underwear on

and i squat down n start talking to her

she is not drunk nor has she been drinking

she is not suffering from dementia or any other mental problems

(as far as i can tell)

she is if anything quite dreamy

she sits there all huddled up in blankets n stuff

our breath turning to steam as we talk

we talk about thermal underwear

we talk about australia and england

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

she does not smell

she does not ask me for money

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

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

i stand up to leave

i fish round in my pocket n find a fiver

here you go i say

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

i fish round in my coat pocket some more

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

i fucking give her a hundred

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

yeah i’m sure i say

i say what you gonna do with it…?

she sticks it in some pocket somewhere

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

i bend down n kiss her frozen pale cheek

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

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

cmon people

what the fuck!

this aint about republicans n democrats

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

a fucking disgrace

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

we should all be ashamed

all of us!

and god must be fucking weeping to look down on it

it sure took the wind outta my fucking sails

imagine if it was your own mother ……

sk deeply saddened

chicago winter 2011……