in deepest mirk (from bethlehem to bedlam)

last night horsemouth made it out with martin and andrew minty to max’s launch night for his exhibition at st. leonard’s church. those two bailed early (unused to being out of hackney) and after walking them to the bus horsemouth returned to discover john cunningman and antknee had arrived.

when everyone had had a chance to drink a beer or a glass of wine and look at max’s excellent photos (the ones without people this time), or perhaps purchase a book or booklet, the live entertainment began.

to start in reverse order;

• adam sherry played with gemma thompson (the guitarist from the savages) - a set of loopstationed guitar and vocal fragments (most excellent), 
• micalef recited (another great gig) - the sniffing glue lot were phoning him up about a sex pistols gig in the centre of town (but of course he couldn’t get there in time so he went back to bed), 
• a couple (when horsemouth finds out their names he’ll let know) did a double bass and dub poetry set (more mutabaruka than lkj or benjamin zephaniah), 
• niall mcdevitt took us to jerusalem. 

the show is on until the 13th of october so you have plenty of time to visit.

josie appeared for a while, questioned horsemouth about his facebook use and was then spirited away on family business (ensuring that they will now talk on facebook). horsemouth chatted to a nice young austrian dude about the slade and austrian writers. he chatted to micalef about blake/ tom paine and mary wollstonecraft in the french revolution. he drank beer and at one point he accidentally turned the lights out (he swears this wasn’t some puckish health and safety challenging prank).

antknee and cunningman noted his dangerous enthusiasm for the beer and dissolved the evening. horsemouth returned home (getting a bag of chips on the way).

earlier in the day horsemouth had practiced with pete (leaving him practicing the moon over bourbon street - er. rather a lot according to subsequent reports from howard, to horsemouth it is the quid pro quo of playing the gig). they forgot to practice painbirds, horsemouth’s faux-cuban version of don’t fear the reaper was starting to sound decent, the get carter style intro was working well.

forward to horsemouth’s electric set.