vishnu the preserver
iesus christos
krishna the avatar
and then next
buddha
and all prophets n seers n sages
n angels of the ages
bless this holy earth
the dreamy misty lakes
the green pointillistic trees a'swayin
the kind hearted people
the chemical factory guys who start work at 5 am
the broken down suburbs on the way in
the audiences in the darkness
the cops n the villains
the schoolhood buddies who got high together
the endless rivers of traffic
the gifts we receive
the girls with busted noses n single dads
the truckers swaying thru the night
the warm night
endless rolling undulating
the traintracks
the wire fences
the guys who got married too young
the history
the maverick quality
bless everyone
whoever you are out there
you always have answered my prayers
let these people get a little abundance
send their dreams to em with bells on
let everyone be a rockstar for 15 minuets
be fruitful
increase
gauge the truth
one sparrow worth more
than all them silver machines buzzin' chicago today
i got glass in my big toe
my little toe is sliced open on a bed leg
no hotel tonite
milwaukee all accom sold out
deliver us from evil
send me home
aum
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sweet sweet head
Bless you, Steve. A lovely prayer from a beautiful soul. I hope you were joking about not having a place to crash. Of course theye are having some sort of Irish Festival in Milwaukee, is that the reason? If I did live up there I would offer my house to you and the fellas in a heartbeat. Hell, I offer my place to you guys anytime, except I am back in Chicago! I am 10 minutes from O'Hare Int. and we have plenty of room. No joke. We have select crashers quite often, as we are fortunate to have the space, just me and the miss. Alright, you guys please take care and we'll see you again soon. Be good...
Ben V.
aw, jeez~~so tired you can't stand it and you don't have a place to sleep. so that probably means you'll have to get on the road after the show to go out of town to find something....no rest for the weary olde hippy.....
take care of your foot. ouch!! that's all you need, huh? to have to be on it for the next few hours, trying to play a gig with a cut up, sore foot. well, after tomorrow night you'll be going home, and you can prop it up.
thanks for the prayers. and here's one for you.....
lotza love.....
Thanks for that Sunday blessing sk, but it sounds like you need a prayer for those bleeding toes...ouch!!!
Is it one show to go? Good luck and go easy on that foot tapping tonight!
Love,
Amanda
Dante's 11th level of purgatoty??
"one sparrow worth more"
"Each day a bird would shelter in the withered branches of a tree that stood in the middle of a vast deserted plain.
One day a whirlwind uprooted the tree, forcing the poor bird to fly a hundred miles in search of shelter ~ ' til it finally came to a forest of fruit-laden trees."
Home
I will say an Australian prayer for your big toe!! Good luck tonight in Wisconsin!!
hang in there
Celticat
I hope you recover swiftly. Maybe you can find a soft bed not too far down the road.
When this passes, I'd love to hear how you thought the shows/audiences/performances were in Cleveland, Chicago, and Milwaukee.
Peace.
One more thought... I want to thank you for inspiring me to pray. It worked.
Remember how I told you (backstage Cleveland while smoking "Ohio's Finest") that I also have terrible howling tinnitus as a result of an ear balance disorder? The worst symptoms are vertigo and disequilibrium (perpetual motion sickness). I've had this condition for 3 years, with the last year being nearly intolerable, even after seeing 4 doctors. Well the last round of vertigo hit me in early June. I was sick for 2 days straight and when the spinning stopped, for a whole week everything bounced when I walked or moved my head. Uhhhhg.
So I remembered what you said about asking god for help, when you just can't take it anymore, because he can reach through and hear and help. Well, I was at wits end. I wanted anything to end this ongoing daily suffering. I asked for peace louder than I ever asked for anything. Two days later, the pressure in my ear went away, the disequilibrium stopped for the first rest in 1.5 years. I've been feeling great since then. Going on 9 weeks. I feel like a new person.
Thank you for the inspiration. I think that your Midwestern Prayer will be answered.
BTW, what I have is called Meniere's Disease. It is now believed that Van Gogh had this. And look what he did to solve it. You can certainly see the inspiration of vertigo in his art. I wonder if Van Gogh thought it was worth all that suffering. Certainly he would have been a great artist without vertigo as added inspiration. For me, nothing would be worth the kind of torture I had endured for 3 years.
A groundhog has taken up residence in the woods behind the house. Good. It'll give the creature hanging around the house (looks something like a border collie ... I've been feeding it dog food for years, at any rate and it hasn't left yet) something to bark at. If it can remember how to bark. I sometimes think it was kicked out of canine school. Not too quick on the uptake, if you catch my drift.
Looking at the tour schedule, it sounds like you and the lads need something more along the lines of a wormhole (instead of a groundhog hole) to make it to the next gig. Mapquest estimates it at over 2000 miles and 31.6 hours driving time.
Put the Foghat CD on replay and burn out the "Drivin Wheel" track. Bummer about Rod Price biting the stairs last year . . . he played a wicked slide guitar.
Me thinks you're going to need at least a mostly alluminum and steel machine (silver's too costly for an aeroplane)
to make it to SF on time.
But then, who knows what wonders The Time Being can perform?
Bummer about the toes. I nearly took a nail off one of mine years ago and it's not been right since (the nail, not the toe). It wants to grow in crazy directions. It has no manners, I tell ya!
take good care
of your foot sk
sending good vibes
love
diane
xo
Oh Steve,
If someone told me 20 years ago that my favourite singer-songwriter/poet/writer in the entire world would be sitting alone in his sleazy hotel room, feeling all those sad things, 5 floors above my sleazy hotel room, I would've said they were insane. But alas, after the show, there I was, on the 5th floor of same said sleazy hotel room (could you believe that place??? I swear I didn't know you guys were staying there - someone told me to stay there...BTW, the windows there DID open, I tried it, and the sleaze factor made me consider leaping out...heh) lying on the bed, watching a fly buzz around the room, not wanting to kill it, but wanting it to go away. I think that place had serious lonely, sad vibes to it. Well, at least I had the fly for company. Anyway, just got home from LAX - I would like to say some really nice things about the Chicago show and I WILL, but my cats decided to get sick in 20 different places around the apartment so I'm now cleaning that up. It's not glamorous just being a fan either! ;)
I know how badly you want to get home...you're almost there, hang on. I can't believe I can be in the same room with you and still miss your blogs so much! Finally, I can get my bloggy fill now.
love ya,
denise
xxoo
P.S. Good gracious - no hotels in Milwaukee??? Prayers for a better find that Friday night's place...
Yo, way to go Killer!
Steve
I looked at your blog and it said 14 comments. Such glory be ours. Did you hear Tiny Tim yet?
big fan from detroit. thanks for the blogging. damn, dawg, you write all good and junk and stuff.
word up.
fight the power.
down with lamey.
have a good trip home (all of you, that is).
thanks again, it's been fun.
yay church.
yay.
Steve,
Well que sera sera w/my carpets...seems everyone has said everything there is to say about Chicago! I will say the show was MORE than worth two flights and a sleazy hotel...L.A. treated you horribly! You deserved so much better and I'm so, so, so happy I came out to see you at the Park West. That verison of Reptile was the highlight of my night - it was creepy, yet sexy. Creepy sexy! I had chills - I can still hear it! Sitting in front of MWP, watching him during Grind was utterly amazing....can his fingers move ANY faster? Tim is a monster on the drums, Peter is the eternal essential - brilliant no matter where he is, what he's playing...and you HAVE turned into Paul Stanley! The kicks! The ballet moves! The crazy dancing! The pelvic thrusts! The Elizabethan banter! I thought, "Hmmm, someone's feeling no pain this evening..." I've never seen you so animated. It was a treat; you had such a twinkle in your eyes. Davida was a delight, Rob was Rob (i.e. fabulous)and Petra is a doll. BTW, except for the woman who could NOT stop telling you she loved you ("Lady, I'm deaf as a post!") I thought the crowd was lovely and I was proud to be in the midst of such nice people for a change. I was born and raised in L.A. but so many people out here have no manners. Chicagoans (sp?) are so nice. I enjoyed the city, the restaurants, the Art Institute, the architecture....but not the humidity and rain, ha. Seriously, what a great crowd.
Steven, you are a gracious, lovely, classy, kind gentleman. Thank you for everything...and for taking a moment at the end of the evening for me when you weren't feeling so well.
I know how badly you want to get home - who can blame you - I'm gone three days and be it ever so humble, there's no place like home. I wish you a safe flight, and both quality and quantity time with all of your beloved ladies. Please tell NK, the doodles and even Scarlet, that we say "THANK YOU!" for being without hubby/dad for over a month. You are more appreciated than you will ever, ever know.
love,
denise
xxoo
No place to rest your head and your asking the Gods to send us our dreams...
That's compassion.
Thank you, Vishnu, Krishna, Christos, Buddha. I gratefully accept whatever blessings you have for me; and while I have your ear, make sure to save some for SK and the boys and their circle of loved ones and friends and acquaintances and enemies and...
I ask this Sincerely.
1 more day and you'll be back with your gals. I'm sure you'll be feeling those blessing in full when you get home.
Safe trip.
dear orpheus,
no tweezers for that big toe yet?
"send their dreams to em with bells on
let everyone be a rockstar for 15 minuets"
make mine Sibelius please, and you have a deal.
my prayers will be to the Traveller, the Protector
for all of you to be home safe and sound.
xo
Mary, in Philadelphia
Aww. Feel better. Even though it's easier said than done I know.
"Let everyone be a rockstar for 15 minutes."
How Warholian! Ya know, I love me my rockstars, hence the name, but I'm sure from what I know from these secondhand experiences, I couldn's hack it. It seems a hardknock life.
So I'm sitting in a quaint, tiny-tiny hotel room in SF - a place I've never seen before. It's cool because I've never taken a flight involving air travel where I wasn't EXPECTED BY SOMEONE or OBLIGATED TO SOMETHING. It's rather adult. European desk clerk disapproves of me when I get there - something to do with my Hello Kitty t-shirt, dirty cargo pants, hoodie and skateboard shoes (good for walking). The handle of my suitcase got busted in transit.
Later, after a nap and a bath, he was much more accomodating and the eyebrow was back down where it should've been. I clean up okay. Grey will get you everywhere. I ask him if it's okay for a lady to go out and meander around O'Farrell this time of night. He says yes, just to watch out for the homeless people. Same rap I got from the cab driver in, only he said to watch out for the drug dealers. Funny how different people's fears of people are different.
Five minutes out the door and I have a new friend. "Wanna get high?" Doesn't mix with my chemistry these days. "No sir," I said. "That's cool, then." He crossed the street but turned his head to flash me a smile. "Gotcher back if you change your mind." What friendly purveyors. (!) Nice dreads.
I think I caught the diss coming in because I booked this thing on priceline and they ain't making much money off ME. But here I am in a fantastic new place, on an adventure and it isn't even Columbus Day. Another gift, if indirectly, from The Church. They just keep coming, like ripples. S'why I'll never stop listening. It's bottomless. It has no ceiling. I love all you guys. <3
I like the ethnic grocery around the corner too. But not as much as you lot.
give in to the impetus to rest.
may the feet, mind and soul heal,
mez
Oooh. I meant to say that it's interesting how different people's fears are OF different PEOPLE. The European clerk and the homeless. The East Indian cabbie and the drugs. On the flight I sat behind a family from Spain and played my bad-grammar espanol games with the little girls. Behind me were boys studing Hebrew. I really wished I understood some of their words..exotic. I wish I spoke every language. I'll have to settle for being happy to just hear it.
Mr. K....would that injury be your version of "break a leg" before the big show??
Amen man. Hope you have a safe and pleasant flight back home, the waters surprisingly warm, the surf is consistantly perfect, the skies are vast and the ocean is gonna wash away yesterday and leave ya in the moment of things, and everythings going to fall into place, real easy.
we wondah where are the stories of groupies, sexual assault and sniffing v.i.p. area. oh, man, how times change! i just can't believe it. remembering lots a tales. my friend krista... seriously, a dedicated fan was there in the same hotel and all she was high on was the bologg?? jeez!
All the melancholy
And the prayers
A thousand boys and girls trying on your face
Banging away in their bedrooms the world over
Trying to get it out
Trying to say it
Just so
The way they hear it being whispered
Old. They grow old
Trying to give a voice to the voiceless murmur
And nobody hears them
Or recognises them in the street
Their world is no mirror
Just flat glass
Their muse is the same as yours
There are only nine, after all
But you were the one they allowed to speak on their behalf
And for this
If nothing else
You should be thankful
Amen
silence listen appreciate
0x0
Vincent (Starry, Starry Night)
Song by Don McClean
Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They would not listen they did not how
Perhaps they'll listen now
Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left inside
On that starry, starry night
You took your life as lovers often do
But I could have told you Vincent
This world was never meant for one as
beautiful as you
Starry, starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget
Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn of bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
Now I think I know
What you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They did not listen they're not listening still
Perhaps they never will
Starfish mentioned Van Gogh and this song immediately came to mind
it reminds me very much of you also
thank you for your prayer, it was beautiful and very touching
I pray for you too!
Hope you were able to find rest last night, I'm so relieved that this is almost over for you,
believe it or not, we've been suffering right along with you (though not in the same way, obviously)
but when you hurt, so do we
be safe
love and peace to you
A hotel unknowingly inhabited with fans, and you alone in your room? How bizarre that sounds. Sorry to hear about your wretched toe and the crummy room, and being roomless! I’ll bet you said a few choice words because damn it hurts like hell when you stub a toe, let alone cut it open. Well one of my neighbours told me that equestrian people use ye old manuka honey on their expensive horses if they get any cuts or gashes – they smother the wound with honey, wrap it and hey presto... so there you go - toe protectorant if u can find some!
Easy travels sk, its been amazing being on the sidelines with you...and your fans here! Hope you dont remember this as the 'Grind' tour or give us this day, our daily grind ...for we forgive those who trespassed against you (or maybe not) Ahh, there's nothing quite like home Dorothy. And your own bed! Bet you've missed your tubes of paints and empty canvases - make that last gig a killer!!
x
Denise - I thought that loud lady might've been you ha! :)
ps i adore that song renee! i heard Seasons in the Sun playing on the radio today ..."but the stars that we reached were just starfish on the beach".
hey steve,
hang in there man...have a great show in san fran. wish it was atlanta. a beautiful day here. have a safe trip home and take care. and watch those toes.
mark
I'm with u on the Don McLean, gals.
B.Bon
You're almost home, SK. You shouldla played Canada, though. I'd have been interested to hear some stuff in your blog about our lovely, empty country.
Listen to Fripp and Eno, that'll cheer you up.
SK-
Man I just can't help it - this weekend is Church Celebration regardless where I am and you are. Glad the cats in ol' Milwaukee brought ya back - your buddy is happy that you miss him and want to remember him but he was getting a little upset that you were letting it effect YOUR livin', ya dig? The Cats of Milwaukee brought ya back, but how could they not (fine and friendly peoples, them Wisconsiners - everyone. Though their claims to Da U.P. are greviously mistaken!)
Good luck tonight, SK, bum footie and all. Every poster on this bloggie wishes they could jump a jet plane and be in San Fran. I'll be workin' too and will most likely be listenin' to your CD'S all night. Sock it to'em good, Space Rockers!
Incidentally, and I know you'll think me doofus and laugh at my poor taste, but I want ya to know that I no longer have any Beatle CD's (not even Revolver) but I got every Church CD since "Blurred Crusade" - an' I wouldn't even trade a one for Revolver (except maybe "Quick Smoke at Spot's" but I'd think about it first!). That's what I think of you guys - thanks for stoppin' by the U.S. and expecially Ferndale (much safer and nicer than Deetroit!)
You Groovy Cats in San Francisco -
Send the boys off in style tonight. Know that there's Church fans wishin' they were there with ya - so's scream and hoot just a little louder and make'em realize they aren't the old hippies or 80's hacks they sometimes feel to be but the REAL and vibrant Artists that they are (for example - how many artists are able to redo so many of their past works and make them better? Not many could do that - I'm not sayin' each is a gem but it is evidence of Artistic Greatness). And make sure they don't leave town without hearin' "Jazzy Reptile" (a blessing, perhaps, lost to Time
passing so slowly
yet amazingly quick
away .... ?)
fertile be the fruit strewn mountain,
fruit strewn be the showery wood,
showery be the river of waterfalls,
of waterfalls be the lake of deep pools,
deep pooled be the hill-top well,
What a beautiful place Bondi must be. I can almost imagine the thick smell of ocean breeze in the air and the chilly winter evenings you are about to experience. Home, with those you love...And those who love you.
tonesnlevers.blogspot.com
So you hit your toe and got glass in it?
I am confused
reminds me of the the catholic prayers of childhood
Confounding, soothing and beautiful all at the same time
good luck tonight and thank you for the prayer.
theglynnisjohns
Blessings upon you as well as you journey back towards the Pacific, San Francisco city of lights, cool fog upon us this morning, into the darkness tonight to see the Distance-Crunching Honchos with Echo Units light upon the stage, probably exhausted but hopefully fueled by the gathered ones for one last night of transcendance, one last chance to find release from the ordinary din of life. That's why I'll be there.
JJ
sk,
rock it to em
sock it to em tyu-knight
r.
Steve, the show was wonderful, the energy invigorating and the warmth from everyone enveloped me.
Listening to you read this entry to me last nite backstage was a peak moment. I swear, your voice could melt steel.
It may indeed be 22 years again til i see you, maybe 2. Either way, thanks to you and everyone involved for their graciousness to this stranger.
Enjoy the lovely SF (i hope you got SOME sleep... it took eek, t and i over an hour of driving and many stops at hotels to find anything that had a room. We ended up in Illinois before we found something).
And, most of all, have a swift journey home to the heart of your life.
Love, Staci Grove
p.s. thanks for the nickname! Although Pablo has also nicknamed me "Tempe".
Tonight will be magic.
Thanks for the prayer, I need all the help I can get.
Amor y besos,
Cecilia
Our instruments have no way of measuring this feeling
Can never cut below the floor, or penetrate the ceiling.
In the space between our houses, some bones have been discovered,
But our procession lurches on, as if we had recovered.
Draconian winter unforetold.
One solar day, suddenly you're old.
Your little envelope just makes me cold,
Makes destination start to unfold.
Our documents are useless, or forged beyond believing.
Page forty-seven is unsigned, I need it by this evening.
In the space between our cities, a storm is slowly forming.
Something eating up our days, I feel it every morning.
Destination, destination.
It's not a religion, its just a technique.
Its just a way of making you speak.
Distance and speed have left us too weak,
And destination looks kind of bleak.
Our elements are burned out, our beasts have been mistreated.
I tell you its the only way well get this road completed.
In the space between our bodies, the air has grown small fingers.
Just one caress, you're powerless, like all those clapped-out swingers.
Destination, destination.
BEST. SONG. EVER!
funny, "aum" besides being the most sacred syllable in Hinduism (that I've learned just now on the web) also sounds at the same time like "home" (of course) and the french for "me" in reverse: "moi", that is, you, where the heart is.
Beautiful, caring, and meaningful, Steve
Compassion
Sue C says:
>>Denise - I thought that loud lady might've been you ha! :<<
Ha! You mean the one in Chicago constantly professing her drunken love for SK? Ah no. I had no dinner either, but since I'm a true lightweight, I didn't drink. This woman obviously had had MORE than a few - although I truly believe she loves SK - and what's not to love??? ; )But SK knows I love him like my slightly older brother, haha. I don't need to scream it out in the middle of a show!!! LOL! Seriously, she became obnoxious pretty fast, huh Chicago?
SK - you might find this funny BTW; I meant to mention it - you know Hare Krishnas aren't what they used to be are they? I was 'gently' accosted by one at O'Hare...they dress like airport employees now, which is what I thought this guy was. He immediately started telling me I had good Karma. Which is great, but I said, "What about the pilot? And the mechanics? How's their Karma? How's my plane's Karma?" ; ) Must've been good because the flight was perfect.He was a sweet man who tried to give me a huge hardcover copy of the Bhagavad Vita. I declined as I seriously couldn't handle one more item in my carry on. I don't like being preached to, but he was very nice actually and I wished him well. It probably helped that I am a believer of Karma and a lot of things he tried to talk to me about.
SK - having problems w/the dvd - about to throw my computer out the f-in window. I'll write and let you know when I finally pull it together!
love ya,
denise
xxoo
Hang in there! The end of the tour is almost here. Relax, smoke a peace pipe and enjoy cool San Francisco. Wake up early and see if you can find anyone practicing Tai Chi and watch them. Maybe follow along with some of their moves.
I heard they brought a priest in...
Daylight
to be awoken by the cold sun
I didnt think I needed so
but my god, I need
I am in constant fluxidity
Good lord I know why we come to you and why its you we seek
because you are there
and we are all there too
and I need you sweet lord
because I too can sing your song
I too can hold the harmony
its so hard though
the dissonance
the Mayanic reappearence
the blur
the boys and girls
I hope they can see
between the mirages
the blood coursing thru
the love below
the infinite blessings
the undying laughter
the tear that flows endlessly
the baby toe that holds the heart
the big toe that gets in the way..
Well..
My girlfriend is in love with yu guys
esp. Marty, ha ha, Joanne says hello
thanks for showing us your calloused paws
Sk, yu charmed my lady, she loves the love i love..
she was just intro'd to the time being
and she really digs it, says she can here you speak through
the screen,
its a new day now..
I get to newly enjoy the affirmation of my appreciation
very happy bout it..
told yu she sang me Monday Morning
and I bout died, she sees the light now
full circle and then it vanishes like everything
thanks for coming to visit US, your a star out there...
i wish it all for yu
cuz your like a sexy jesus singing as she describes..
take it easy and thanks for the prayer.
Om Tat Sat OM...
ur brother...
jaime r..
Wouldn't it be intersting, if not a bit frustrating, if you could only see in pointillism vision.
Then, everytime you'd get near something you lose sight of it.
I think I may be suffering from that affliction as we speak.
deep thoughts,
By Melquiades
Wow steve...great entry today, very warm and endearing of you...kinda hope that through all the difficulty you understood that there are so many people here rooting for you. I really can't imagine what you have been through since hitting the states, but as long as you know there are those among us who appreciate the effort, I hope that is some comfort. I flew from New Hampshire to St. Pete to see you play. My third live show. Loved it. Sorry for those who showed-up and were not so attentive. I have often thought that your music has become the soundtrack of my life. I keep wondering when I will outgrow the Church like every other band....16 years later I'm begining to believe its impossible. I wish you, Marty, Peter and Tim a speedy and safe trip back home.
-Brad Abington
HEY DJK!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Brother Churchite :) It was good hanging the other night. Krystyna and I wish you guys the best. Right on, right on. SK, hope things are groovy, just think Lovely Sydney is calling. Travel well, amigo.
BV
Alway's used to stub me ol toezies as a kiddie wink...Bloody painful, so I have empathy with ya Killer.
see ya back down under...are ya stopping in Auckland?????
matt
Melquiades said....Wouldn't it be intersting, if not a bit frustrating, if you could only see in pointillism vision.
That actually describes what happens to me after painting 12 hours straight.
:)
Thanks for all the reportage from the frontlines. It was great reading. Here's wishing you and the band a safe flight back home and a happy reunion with your loved ones! Love
Rehan
You know what happened to Bob Marley a few years after damaging his toe, make sure you put some Dettol (or the US equivalent on it) pronto.
dream sequence -here I am in the soft light
take me in your mind tonight
transport me over the longing distance
bringing me ever closer to your heart
So Steve, is your guitar tech's first name Inagadda? Richard
you rock ;)
i read a review where somebody spoke of a videographer... what do they do?
record in intimate detail all of your movements? big big dvd coming our way?
well done on the big tour. I hope you guys have a big snooze and vitamin fest before you take off on your bound-to-be-successful oz electro trippy.
I don't know if you can feel the love on this blog, but there's a lot of it around...
"i got glass in my big toe"
Remember, use glass to get it out. Don't wipe it with a rag.
John
TAPE. I meant TAPE. Not glass.
Duh.
Dear Bard and fiends,
All this blogtopsite ranking is a fake, check it, sites have been reset with empty shells.
I guess the man deranges propaganda.
Only blogranker has been keeping him first for long.
Anyway, dear Kilberry I got so deep in your lush sound (toto, prince, marillion and the likes too), that I also got a maybe little tinnitus to control and live with. A case of public health that is not on the news to warn us, they let people suffer.
Dear SK you have contributed to my intelligence. And eating less and less meat and more blackberries in the ancient celtic (mediomatrics) forest feels good ;-)
Cheers
"Lonely is the room, the bed is made, the open window lets the rain in
Burning in the corner is the only one who dreams he had you with him
My body turns and yearns for a sleep that will never come
It's never over, my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder
It's never over, all my riches for her smiles when i slept so soft against her
It's never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter
It's never over, she's the tear that hangs inside my soul forever"
Great jb song sk ...playing at a myspace near you
Turned me on to J Buckley, never gave much attention. Good stuff. Thanks for all the sacrifice put in so we all could enjoy those moments never to be forgotten. More than just a good show when the positive vibrations extend past the theater walls. I was amazed how natural and effortless your voice sounded, i hope you guys captured some live takes.
Thanks for a beautiful evening in SF last night SK, it rocked. Just do us one favor next time. and leave Rob Dickinson at home.
what was wrong with Rob? I thought he was a brilliant opener.
I hate to be negative, but I found his lyrics insipid -as cheesy as the worst of hallmark cards and his guitar playing unispiring. The comparisons to Radiohead left me aghast. It took me several Church songs to get over the hangover.
nevets
many a mind nugget you have provided during your sojourn through our land of many contrasts....
I am happy that you have an inner drive to play your music live as it provides joy for so many people...
strangely I feel sadness that you will soon be leaving our shores even though it has been many weeks since I saw you on your Dallas stop...
Perhaps it is this dang blog that is causing this malady...
Anyway thanks again for a wonderful evening and enjoy your family on your return...
Those kiddos will keep you on the run but coming from a father of twins myself they sure are fun aren't they? Peace SK....
Ulysses sayeth," I am part of all that I have met"
Lonnnnng SF account:
We kept SK and the rest of the lads up late last night, we actually threw in the towel well before they did and I didn't get home until 2 AM!
It was a soaring evening, Marty calling for POSITIVITY, right after soundcheck and I believe it did happen.
Of course there were the typical spattering of requests which are now becoming like fingernails on a chalkboard but they were minimal, praise the goddesses.
Steve was light on his toes despite the glass, voice immaculate and making up lyrics here and there ("Sometimes when this morgue is kind of empty...")Marty was a blur on guitar and right on the mark with his vocals. Peter on mandolin, harmonica and piano gave each song a new depth and he seemed very amused by his fellow musicians' antice. Tim held everything together and show us his less concusive side when at the piano. One observation: Marty plays drums con mucho coraje! I thought the drumkit was going to explode!
We were treated to 3 encores and to UNGUARDED MOMENT which had never been played in Northern California before, ever, ever - so yeah, you think that was a treat? The place went mad; you guessed it, several standing Os. They deserved it, I mean here it was the finish line, they were exhausted having slept at the fkn venue the night before AND they didn't give us any excuses, they gave us their ENTIRE SOUL, it was amazing and honestly defies description.
Some stage banter:
Steve "How can I become the next Jerry Garcia?"
Marty: "Get fatter!"
Steve: "Why Phish and why not The Church?"
Marty: "We'd have to spell Church with a K."
Steve:"This song we can play in Palm Springs."
Marty "Emerson, Lake and Palm Springs."
Steve:"It doesn't matter what I drink or smoke, nothing has an effect on me."
Marty: "That's because you're 78!"
You get the picture, it was just fkn brilliant and everyone was digging on the great vibes although I did have a drunk Joe Jackson lookalike sit next to me who insisted on behaving like a drunk shouting out the last word Steve would utter during a story. Steve would say "Milwaukee..." and drunk Joe would scream "MILWAUKEE!"
People, why?
But let's not focus on that loser... bottom line there was much hippy, trippy love for the band and we felt it ripple back towards us. I'm sure someone will post the set list and I believe it didn't much vary with the exception of Unguarded Moment. The smokey, slinky jazzed downed Reptile is very tasty.
Can't wait until 2008!
Besos,
Cecilia
Thanks to MWP, SK, TP, Tiare and all the bloggy friends that were there that I didn't get to meet...next time.
xxx
Well, tour's done and I didn't get to a show. C'est la vie...I have lived vicariously through the rest of you these past few weeks.
Safe travels home to SK and associates...you've earned a solid stretch of rest.
Steve, All I can say is Thanks... to you and the boys... for making it back to the States. Safe travels and all our love to you.
SK,
Fantastic SF show. Harp was sublime. Female roadcrew was glorious. And the sound? Well, it was the church so no need to lay another layer of accolades on that. I hope Devita (spelling?) found some good company for the evening. Petra (i think was her name working the shirts/cds table) couldn't convince me to stay out late given my recent exploding appendix trick. Thanks to you and the guys for a great evening. I hope you don't stay away for another two years before we see you again.
ET
SK,
safe travels back to the homeland. Thanks for making my B-Day the most memorable in Chicago. Thanks "stealthblue" (Ben and Krystna)...for the Bday wishes and the crazy evening. Even the stalking and siteing of SK was thrilling. What a gentleman he was. Wish him and his family all the best.
DJK
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