'sociability' horsemouth

yesterday was bright and sunny - horsemouth therefore spent the day reading. mostly he read the byng, though he did dally a little with the physics of finance. byng is journeying to the north - near garwood he finds crag house and sir robert's cave (the first of which he finds 'without taste or design'). in knaresborough he awaits an extraordinary person - the 'genius' john metcalf who despite being blind was a violinist of note, taken prisoner at the battle of falkirk, and later a guide to stagecoaches on the road(!) and indeede a surveyor and constructor of roads(!).

increasingly though, he moans about the isolation of travelling (of being forced to converse with innkeepers, tradesmen and his servant), and indeed his powers of description are so weak (except when applied to his copious eating) that we feel the boredom too. he complains of bad food, lumpy beds and bad service at the inns ('this is no more a trout than you are sir!').

 'but where is your friend, your companion? one who would have enjoyed with you the observations, the sweatings and the cold meal; else, who cares for travel, or for what you saw or what you did? this is everlastingly, the burden of my song. I have dragged a servant hither, hired a clown to conduct me,; but where was the participation?'

this evening horsemouth goes to pick up some keys - tomorrow he may be interviewed - thursday he's going to a gig - it's a busy social whirl for new improved 'sociability' horsemouth. as usual horsemouth spends the best part of the day writing this (lacking an employment to get him up and out the door) and later is bored. yesterday horsemouth managed some work on a new song using satie's gnossiene no.1 and the mur-der-er rhythm. the intention being to write a jack wild penny dreadful style ballad about bad behaviour in a celebratory but sardonic vein (think mack the knife). it is of course important that no names attach to this song - it is not his intention to do the work of the police for them (heaven forefend).

thursday he should probably buy an e-bow on his journey into town - horsemouth was listening to his use of it on his recordings with goatboy (it's a pretty cool racket!).