‘the world is a den of thieves (and night is falling)’

the alice coltrane festival calender continues - sunday - the anniversaries of the recording of a monastic trio and cosmic music.

your beloved narrator horsemouth has a filthy cold (he does not believe it is physically possible to get more snot up into his nostrils - ewww gross).

so how are his new year resolutions going?

well he has played a gig (morven, siobhan and the silver ravens) but he has not got the recording apparatus out of its box and checked if it is still working. his resonator guitar is a bit of a one trick pony - clanking country accompaniment at volume (true it can manage sweetly reverbed single note playing horsemouth should try more of this), he has had his laramie hummingbird copy tuned standard but the strings are old and knackered and will need to be replaced before horsemouth proceeds, similarly with the dreadnaught, after an unfortunate accident the nylon strung guitar needs the bridge and nut replacing and then new strings fitting. he thinks he needs to purchase new headphones as well.

horsemouth is waiting for the mischevious and unpredictable monkey year to end and the more reliable year of the fat domestic bird (rooster or turkey according to choice) to begin.

 ‘horsemouth’s house is falling down, falling down, falling down....’

monday (parking peritting) the structural engineer comes to assess horsemouth’s dwelling - it has some cracks that may be the result of bodged/ skimped modernisation work undertaken before the house was sold on to the generous generous people who house horsemouth. horsemouth will be out earning a crust (as they say) and will miss the -told-you-so’s.

last night horsemouth watched nobody knows a japanese film about a group of kids whose mother abandons them - being illegitimate they have never been registered for school and the neighbours only know of the existence of the eldest boy - and so aren’t missed - and so the power and the water are cut off - eventually the youngest girl dies in an accident (and they bury her in a suitcase in the park). this all sounds quite depressing (but it is in fact very sweet) the trouble is it is based on real life. he also watched 35 shots of rum but he couldn’t get the soundtrack working so he was left trying to work out what was going on based on his limited french (and his even more limited german).