14th October 1968 and Tyranousaurus Rex release a remix (we would now term it) of their first single Debora as DeboraarobeD by placing a backwards version of the track at the end of the original track. they do this on the album prophets seers & sages - the angels of the ages.
it is a pleasure to hear such a cheerful thing in these tempora(ri)ly challenged times.
horsemouth coughs and sneezes (he tries not to spread diseases). he contemplates reciting show me show me show me (just like heaven) by the cure in the style of john betjman. now he’s thinking richard burton.
last night horsemouth ran the heating. the sash windows are old and draughty. horsemouth will install carpet between the radiator and the wall in front of the window to direct the heat up into the room (rather than out the window).
yesterday was pharoah sanders birthday. it’s his 80ieth birthday. horsemouth doesn’t have any more pharoah for you until next tuesday’s jewels of thought. pharoah is the link between sun ra and john coltrane and on to alice coltrane, from free jazz to cosmic soul to world music, from blistering improv to universal reconciliation.
meanwhile horsemouth felt a strange and (for him) rare emotion. he will now attempt to write about it without telling you what it is.
‘sitting in the autumn sunshine on the front step. doodling. passing time. just beneath the surface of the old man who tells you he has got everything sorted and tidied away nicely is the callow youth ... horsemouth long ago learned the trick of being ‘philosophical’ about his feelings - that is to generalize them up and away so it is almost as if it wasn’t him having them.
it is interesting the different kind of writing that writing by hand creates. life has obliged by providing material. it is nearly the last day of sunshine to be had.
here we are having survived since february. the last day of work in the outside world 14th march. since then lots of staying in and avoiding crowds. has he succeeded in halving the amount of contact he has with humanity? (probably). certainly no foreign travel. no raves. no gigs. only two or three singing events. no discos. no pubs (amazing that). no second hand book shopping. far lower consumption of coffees and snacks. next to no public transport use.
sitting in the autumn sunshine, on the doorstep, doodling, passing time...’
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