don't tell the d-o-g

don’t tell the d-o-g but horsemouth is breaking up the b-a-n-d.

the cockerel (howard grange) is safely back in england (probably down in pop(u)lar at this very moment), horsemouth (as you know) is the mule, or donkey, or donkeymule or whatever, the d-o-g and the c-a-t are who they say they are.

but the d-o-g and the c-a-t do not get on (in fact they are barely talking). this is why horsemouth has decided to break up the b-a-n-d.

horsemouth will probably reform the b-a-n-d in england as just himself and howard (though he may musically collaborate with the c-a-t in future), the d-o-g is, in any event, off to the k-e-n-n-e-l-s later on today (probably), that was always the plan anyway. the d-o-g is only a young feller (and a hothead), the local dogs seem mostly to sing I’m the king of the castle, but the d-0-g’s song seems to be you’re not the boss of me.

horsemouth hoped that if he could just get everyone in a room talking then the reformation would naturally follow but it was not to be. 

horsemouth knows that in other cultures the musicians of bremen are composed differently - a badger rather than a dog say - and indeed in many tellings of the story they are not even on their way to bremen.

actually the d-o-g is probably not gone until monday.

horsemouth was bored so he got out the time machine...

one year ago horsemouth and howard got john clarkson's harmonium out of storage (and so hence the current musicians of bremen album). two years ago horsemouth was moving his worldly possessions after several happy years down in langdon park (thanks to everyone who helped). three years ago he was buying the biography of karl krauss: apocalyptic satirist in oxfam in walthamstow. four years ago he was going to a meeting to be persuasive (he can't remember what about to be honest or if he succeeded or failed). five years ago horsemouth was hiding out in the countryside at his folks and reading balzac's a murky business. six years ago he was with kevin davy watching people going off to the london olympics down the greenway. seven years ago he needed a bass amp and a means of getting it to the gig for a snatch foster band gig - iona obliged with the amp (and an awesome beast it was too), john clarkson drove (cheers dude).

hmmm - reincorporation has been achieved - that seems to be a good place to stop.