'the hero rides a mule and not a horse'

(on spaghetti westerns - from 'not so quiet on the western front' by pietro bianchi)

work has cancelled. horsemouth has washed his duvet cover and hung it out to dry. now he's going for a walk. he will put some sunscreen on his face (not being one for public nudity he tends to develop a farmer's tan in warm weather - face, forearms, chest).


bill laswell is full of regrets - he'd do it all differently if he had his time again. grandmaster d.st (crazy cuts) makes the usual reconciliation of experience and learning. they sit as if they don't (really) want to be in the same room together. they're being interviewed for the story of cellulOid records a french label that started out putting ut free jazz, then put out tons of african music and inbetween put out lots of NY music from downtown to early electro and hip-hop. but half of the story (at least) isn't there - the free jazz is skimped, as is the african music (represented only by fela kuti and ginger baker. where's the toure kunda? where's the foday musa suso?).

mules are unheroic, low rent. lower even than workhorses. horsemouth has a day in the sun. tonight he goes to a meeting. tomorrow he goes to a gig. friday he works. next week he's back to the grind. but it's not long now and he'll have made his money for the year. what next year will bring who knows.