of course (once again) horsemouth should make more effort to stay sober and compus mentis unto the very end.
the rock and roll stuff went over well (opined howard / john smith when horsemouth visited him for pizza and a beer on sunday - me n’ bobby mcgee, lucille). later (in response to a request for motorhead, and having attempted deep purple's smoke on the water) horsemouth sang an impromptu version of ace of spades in the style of elvis.
where to next? maybe a birthday (or two) or a pub back room on a sunday probably.
horsemouth is reading unto this last by john ruskin - as ruskin points out what we have is not a division of labour (tuesday I am a lawyer, wednesday a musician, saturday a sanitation engineer) but a division of men and a reduction of work to mindless demeaning and atomised tasks. but isn’t the modern artisan form of boutique capitalism a kind of ruskin vision (one that still leaves people reduced to mere factors of production even as it farms their innovation).
ruskin’s political insights are lost in his life story - no wonder at the end of his life he wrote ‘an autobiography from which he deliberately excluded the memory of anything which caused him pain.’
in further reading horsemouth also found a copy of arthur c. danto’s the transfiguration of the commonplace - on that duchamp/ andy warhol moment (25p sarf lunun charity shop on horsemouth’s long march to camberwell. danto borrowed the title from that of a book written by a character in muriel spark’s the prime of miss jean brodie (horsemouth is ashamed to say he has never read it).
it is the anniversary of one of howard's mixes.
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