‘on the third day of brexmas my truelove gave to me, three dancers dancing, two bouts of drinking, a diary of a snail and a bag of chips for one pound fifty’

'empires crumble my friend, republics founder and fools survive.’
‘bravo, m. ségalot, ça c'est du meuble !’

anna karina (wearing a fedora) gets up to dance. there’s been a brief discussion as to the moves (which the third dancer wasn’t a part of). m. ségalot interrupts but it all goes off well. every once in a while the music will stop but they will keep on dancing, you can hear their handclaps and foot stomps while the narrator tells us what will happen. godard asserts his authority over the scene at the same time as he breaks the laws of realism in film to show us how the apparatus works.

she’s dead. she’s gone.



over on john fahey and american primitive guitar horsemouth has landed a resonance fm show about robbie basho, his 12 string guitar has been found as have boxes of master recordings some of which have never been released before (exciting times). about 20 people have liked it, it seems to have peaked there.

yesterday (actually the second day of brexmas) horsemouth went round pete’s flat and they dd some work on pete’s tunes (and played a few of the old ones just to keep their hands in). pete fed him (thank you pete) they had a few glasses of red wine and discussed events. today (actually the third day of brexmas) horsemouth will either do some administrations or shuffle them off until tomorrow.