sex and death - there's the equation

today it was a lovely cool morning. normally horsemouth would complain and say a grey morning but after a few days above 30 he’s already enjoying the coolness (wimp). yesterday he walked down to howard’s (via the canal) and the back up again later (up the roads not managing to cut through the park - it was shut early). he passed literally hoards of maskless youngsters out buying coffees (maybe beers even), sunning themselves, cycling, jogging, passing closer than 2m, passing closer than 1m. ah humanity you are beautiful.

on the other hand horsemouth thinks you should be staying socially distanced and wearing facemasks not hanging out in big consortia. horsemouth just thinks the juggernaut of death will keep rolling if we don’t make efforts to prevent the spread of the virus. he knows that, for the young and healthy, the virus is most often merely fucking unpleasant, but having had it before does not necessarily grant immunity. for older (and less healthy) people the virus is considerably more dangerous with a much greater risk of death, long painful hospitalisations and permanent life changing damage.

horsemouth would rather not add it to the list of close personal friends (the flu, the cold) humanity will be taking to the stars as passengers and horsemouth will be dying from.


please try and stay safe says horsemouth the avuncular mule. people like to be in crowds, they like to stroll along the prom prom prom and have an ice cream and a bag of chips. but sex and death there’s the equation.

at howard’s (a brief) an overview of the evolving artwork and discussions of how the various tracks will be parceled out between various release formats. volume one they shoehorned on all the tracks they had recorded and it suffers from this, volume two and three are better in that they are more tightly focused, the question is how to divide up volume four. 

they also had a brief look at play live over the internet technologies (though by this time they had cracked open some beers, had a pizza and were losing focus rapidly). howard was giving it the let’s put the show on right here, right now horsemouth was giving it the hmmm maybe let’s have a few rehearsals first. 

they played through a few songs to check they could actually be played. the results were a bit mixed - amarach/ amharic came out surprisingly well, others less so. horsemouth opined they should make videos. horsemouth shared his most recent discoveries in music lena platonos (great witchy greek electronica) from his friend jeno void in san fransisco, and some old favourites, baaba maal mariama, early pointer sisters, a cover of the doc watson tune ready for the times to get better. 

at some point, and still with beer in the fridge and the nearby supermarket still open, it was horsemouth (for once) who called a halt.