a bright sunny morning (memphis)

once, as a child, at his grandparents in herefordshire he thinks it was, horsemouth saw a tom sawyer annual (he can’t remember if it was a cartoon strip or if they were illustrations to a story) but the conflation of it is that while tom and huck were on the raft in the mississippi the and on either side turned into ancient egypt (complete with pyramids and ancient egyptians and pharoahs and tombs closed for all eternity by draining sand like egg timers(lifted from the hollywood ten commandments).

maybe it was just a dream. beyond this memory there is nothing more so horsemouth cannot say more.

horsemouth is off to his folks in the countryside. last night he watched charlie parr play - charlie has recently had an accident and lost the use of all except his thumb and his forefinger on his picking hand - still that’s the treble and the bass covered, the occasional chord for punctuation, slide on the little finger of his fretting hand sometimes, a choice of not one but two glorious resonator guitars. a good solid foot stomp and a decent singing voice. horsemouth liked charlie’s minutemen t-shirt. he manages real depth sometimes, he manages to take you right back, was that a lift from last kind favour?...

his warm up man and harmonica player jd wilkes plays great banjo (swapping between the styles within one song) and does an excellent distorted harmonica sonny boy williamson routine (hey, what about little walter?). then there are songs where he plays banjo with one hand and harmonica with the other (which is a neat trick) - perhaps this trick was overdeployed ( three songs JD - really?).

horsemouth liked his songwriting - dark moralistic tales of feral hillbilly youth and he does the classic murder ballads also (pretty polly). he’s a hardworker clearly, aiming for huckster rather than wise old man, plus he has a rockabilly band the shack shakers.