Sunday, 4 November 2018
first gig of november (dayight music)
yesterday horsemouth went out to see gwennifer raymond play (excellent as usual) and then a vocal ensemble echo - there was some thomas tallis, some meredith monk, some hildegard of bingen, something in old french (horsemouth did not catch the title) and was that a jocelyn pook with the smiths’ there is a light that never goes out on top of it.
this last one horsemouth is dubious about (he thinks it is crowd pleasing - and he thinks this is a bad thing).
horsemouth didn’t hang around for group listening (the next lot on - sorry dudes) - he’d bumped into some friends mike (no lou), andy, kate and their eldest nesta - mike headed off, andy, kate, nesta, your humble narrator headed off to brick lane for some s-h-o-p-p-i-n-g and a catch up. kimi (mike and lou’s youngest) showed up later. shoreditch swirled round them - horsemouth finds himself out of sympathy with the modern marketplace.
horsemouth has a gig coming up himself (i.e. one that he will be playing at) and yesterday evening he got out the guitar tuner (one of the clamps has snapped so he has to hold it to the guitar), dug around in his (various) guitar cases for his slide (unseen for many a month), and stuck some new strings on the slide guitar (initially just a g but as the result of a tuning disaster a new treble e as well). it’s sounding very nice and bright and this inspired horsemouth to put in some practice.
so all the slide guitar things first;
girl with the golden hair (horsemouth will have to retune onstage for this), satan (your kingdom must come down), when the faun met alice, funeral music, the worldes blisse (all from the third album), sorrows of tomorrow (from the first), crisis in the credit system (petit mal cover). if he plays all of these it will be the first outings for girl..., funeral music and crisis (he forgot to sing it last time).
and the songs in standard tuning;
the werewolf (for sure - michael hurley, but more in the cat power style) er... well he also tried you and your sister (clive bell but more in the this mortal coil way), return of the grievous angel (probably not a runner), painbirds, sometimes our dreams (float like anchors), all of these are much more tentative at the moment. there are more possibles - he was singing loudly. it was good to be back playing.
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