equinox

horsemouth has survived until the vernal equinox (again) - this alone would be cause for rejoicing, but in addition he had an idea for a lyric on the way home.

looking out at the greyskies horsemouth finds it hard to believe that soon in will be summer, and yet it is so, we are entering the bright half of the year, soon it will be the solstice. horsemouth has celebrated by putting up a link to orbital's version of the equinox theme music (which if he remembers correctly had commentary by 'the voice of dr. who' tom baker, from whence comes the meat beat manifesto sample burning with ecstasy (he believes). he listened to chime (orbital's best track) and lush 3-1 (which features a young horsemouth in african guitar mode - he comes in about half way through under the double time hi-hats). this is horsemouth's 15 seconds of fame.

ok horsemouth should get on with some spring cleaning (or perhaps a snooze) - later

horsemouth has been having a nostalgia binge - first the stooges, then the 12 dreams of dr. sardonicus by spirit, then hawkwind - in particular a shot of dancer stacia from the start of the video for silver machine. the first time horsemouth ever saw hawkwind as part of a documentary on science fiction writer michael moorcock, m.john harrison cropped up, climbing a rock face somewhere the bubble machine creates bubbles, the audio generators burble to themselves and then assume an upward trajectory, the ascending guitar riff kicks in, stacia salutes, lemmy starts to sing.

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later horsemouth will probably listen to the hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy which horsemouth heard when it was first transmitted 36 years ago (when he was about 13/14), as improbable as it seemed the rumour that the theme music was by the (unfashionable) eagles turned out to be true. horsemouth pretty much knows it word for word and sound by sound.

horsemouth was a nerd avant la lettre, studying science, playing dungeons and dragons, reading science fiction, listening to hawkwind and the friday night rock show, computers hadn't quite happenend yet, space travel was over (but nobody knew it yet).

this years books (to the end of february)

ficciones - jorge luis borges,
and a threefold cord - alex la guma,
blues people - leroi jones,
beneath the visiting moon - david grubb,
gustav holst - imogen holst,
the lover - marguerite duras,
train dreams - denis johnson,
the people's land - hugh brody,
travel arrangements - m.john harrison,
unfinished woman - lillian hellman,
a handbook on hanging - 
the prisoner - thomas m. disch,
magic hour - jack cardiff,
summer in baden-baden - leonid tsypskin,
hadrian VII - fr. rolfe.

what does horsemouth love about his flat?

well he loves the light - the light that being on the 3rd floor gives him, the light from the sun that shines through his windows in the afternoon making certain places bright sunny and warm. (one thing he needs to do is to rearrange the furniture to take better advantage of this).

he also loves the heating - however grim it is outside he can be toasty in a matter of minutes...  and he loves the internet connection (so he can write tedious toss like this). the hi-fi system does not work well enough to be loved.

he loves the sofa - but not as much as he loves the bed - it's just not as comfortable.

... and he loves the shelving (and various boxes etc.) used to store and display all his cultural product until the glorious day when he can actually get round to reading or listening to it all.

the kitchen, the bathroom, the toilet, the cupboards - these are all very useful but they don't excite his love (not even the new work surface in the kitchen), they are insufficiently aesthetic. the fridge he has warm feelings for - it keeps the beer cold and preserves food long past its sell-by date. the coffee pot he only loves in the afternoon - in the morning he is not awake enough to be grateful. 

his balcony he does not love yet - for he has not tidied it up in preparation for summer.

the big mirror (from jiska's) he loves - it just bounces so much light back into the room. his tilak table (one of his few' spends' on furniture) he loves, the chair that he found in a similar style he does not (because it's a bit too heavy and he stained the wood oak which is too dark)

but most of all he loves the door that (after a hard days work and the commute from hell) he can close behind him.