sun is shining (weather is sweet)

horsemouth is up and about and has his coffee (the cat has been fed) and there’s sunshine. this means it is probably a beach day (his last day in ireland). the bbc weather seems to think it will last all day (horsemouth will take a packed lunch - when he’s bought it). horsemouth has been living on new potatoes, bread and cheese, there’s been some courgette, zucchini, tomato, onion, red kidney beans, pasta sauce and pasta, and even a little salad. he bought some sweet potatoes but didn’t get round to cooking them. he’s had a quick tidy up (more this evening and tomorrow morning).

horsemouth has (as usual) achieved less than he would have hoped (he couldn’t -for example - get the tv working) - on the other hand he’s had a few ah-ha moments that he wouldn’t have had sat on his arse in the sweaty seaside towns. he’s read less than he hoped and made little progress musically but he’s more relaxed and realistic about the amount of work he will have to do. on the other hand he has a gig to play when he goes back (and he’d like to play more if anybody is asking).

life for horsemouth is comparatively easy - work pays (just) enough to live and there’s enough of it to keep him engaged (but not so much of it it drives him crazy) - similarly with leisure (a much more dangerous adversary than is commonly thought). politically horsemouth is even optimistic - the state has no good moves it can make (zugswang), the bases are loaded. the times they are a-changing (with all the concomitant anxiety that entails) but as horsemouth’s namesake horsemouth remarks at some point in rockers

 ‘I-and-I know that all of the youth shall witness the day that Babylon shall fall.’ 


if he’s not been incredibly successful (or written that great song yet) at least he hasn’t had disasters that have beset other white boys with guitars (jackson c. frank and ‘skip’ spence for example). 

anyway. back tomorrow evening. he’ll see you when he sees you.