Flashes of Panic

Have you ever read something so audacious you went past speechlessness and into (to invent a word) laughterlessness?

Since it seems like it’s The Thing for musicians to have weblogs nowadays, I just happened on The Time Being, the ramblings of Steve Kilbey (of The Church and numerous other neopsychedelic projects.) It’s a very strong flavor. He gets all the bits of weblogs right (he talks about being beat up in high school, his daughters visiting, etc.) but the style. I can’t even begin to describe it, long columns of clipped lines like free verse but heavily freighted with half-Scots, half-Strine slang, deliberately affected misspellings (“olde,”) as though he was taking irreverance all the way to areverance.

In my opinion, the best part is where he nominates himself for the part of King Miraz in the next Narnia film. (He has a serious issue with the wolves having American accents.)

No feed, though. Someone should send the man a copy of Julie’s book.

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