horsemouth the babysitter (on having an act)

horsemouth goes to do some babysitting (in the rain). last night he dreamed he was at curt's leaving do - as were hundreds maybe thousands of others - the do was in a big modern building and was catered like the party in la notte - with a break in the festivities for coffee and sandwiches. horsemouth was blanked by the object of his affections going in (though they did meet up later).


horsemouth has a slight headache from the one bottle of beer he consumed round andrew's while playing guitar - sometimes our dreams float like anchors, I still miss someone, dark as a dungeon, mojo working, who do you love, how, great thou art, peace in the valley, power in the blood, silver raven, eagle etc. this, together with a bit of slide guitar and harmonica and another instrument and horsemouth thinks they've got an act.

it is important (unless you are playing singer/songwriter) to do more than just sit or stand there and sing your songs and play your guitar. the songs should of course be strong enough to stand up on their own (the folk principle) but there has to be something memorable about the presentation of it - people go out to be entertained. they deserve your work in this area.