the horrors at big sur

horsemouth has survived the weekend - sunday he spent mostly being hungover. ok there was a little light babysitting sitting in a park in the shade groaning. friday night he babysat also (being a gig enabler).

it was saturday night that did it - emboldened and enthused horsemouth and andrew minty wandered off to a stoner/ sludge metal gig in camden - four bands - horsemouth’s favourite were surya who described themselves as ‘post-metal’ (kind of shoegaze cut with black sabbathian creeping dread), black shapes, a two piece were on first, there was a three piece in an MC5 type mold (power chords, clenched fist salutes - kalloused (?) horsemouth thinks) the guitarist had an anarcho-syndicalist sticker on the guitar. decent.

thereafter horsemouth’s will buckled and he allowed himself to be dragged out first to the regent and then, with a girl they met there, up to the eyeliner bar. there he drank and danced to northern soul and then walked back in the early hours (having acquired an additional two young people).

and of course sunday he suffered (as you know)

kerouac has retreated to a cabin in the woods at big sur - alone in the transcendental nature of thoreau and emerson- but it’s not going well, he pursued by the horrors, by a gnawing sense of dread. horsemouth found it (garden wall potlatch) on his way back from the park sunday, together with sigmund freud’s three essays on the theory of sexuality.

he still has the common stream (rowland parker) on the go.