horsemouth of the many faces

horsemouth has just dreamt (philip k. dick style) that he’d taken something that rendered him incapable of recognising his own face in a mirror. consequently whenever horsemouth looked in a mirror a different face was there - a black man, a young girl, a blank space etc, horsemouth himself (but looking strange).

the dream took place in a giant, dusty dark, stately home (and surrounding parkland) - it was like some filthy squat party. at one point horsmouth emerged from a side room to find the rest of the place deserted, he eventually found the people outside clustered round a tree.



yesterday (at myk’s invitation) he went to a gig celebrating the life and work of guitarist phil miller - and very good it was too - there was some fierce fusion style unison work (which horsemouth was terrified to observe was sight-read rather than learnt) and some satisfyingly meaty prog jazz things (think early king crimson), there was also a solo rendition of matching moles’ god song.