through his eyelids the flashes of lightning

while he slept horsemouth saw the flashes of lightning through his eyelids. he didn’t get up to look. this morning there seems to be evidence of rain (but not much of it). yesterday the house sat with the curtains drawn - horsemouth and his family skulked in the shade. here it was only 28 (sorry peeps in the seaside towns) - horsemouth is back among you to swelter soon to do some cat sitting (and possibly some recording time will tell).

howard has heard the 71 live alice coltrane session (and pronounced it the best music he has heard in a while) - at the start it alternates, alice is beating fuck out out of the wurlitzer organ, trying to make it do a john coltrane, to take off for interstellar space, the rhythm section are pouring on the petrol, then, a break, and a slightly unsettled indian music...

horsemouth has also watched some film of the sai antam ashram - gospel with hindu hymns.

horsemouth has been reading his bluffers guide to the british school of anthropology/ amthropologists (adam kuper) - malinowski, haddon, radcliffe-brown... its uneasy relationship with the british colonial project. side by side with this he has been reading like people you see in a dream the account of first contact for six papuan tribes (it usually ends badly).