horsemouth heard it the other way around

rob lawson in good company on don campau's no pigeonholes show. 

horsemouth heard it as war, pestilence, famine and death. that has a nice foot. the t-shirt company has it as 'death & war & famine & pestilence'. it seems strange to be naming the four horsemen of the apocalypse as if they were santa's reindeer (but hey). 

last night horsemouth watched suspiria (again) which is, he thinks, the best of them by a long way. it combines the best soundtrack with the best visuals with the best protagonist. 

musicians of bremen have a review (courtesy of martin - of martin+angela) 

'I've only heard volume four so far but I really like it because it incorporates electronica, folk, psychedelia.. it was like travelling on a soundwave that started with forest swords, had, intermittently, flashes of john fahey, and ended with an early floyd mashup. love it.' 

of course this is such a good review that horsemouth only wishes he'd had it as a blueprint and made the album in its image. (thanks dude). 

horsemouth has finished work for the week (he had a bottle of beer to celebrate). 

'I think we are well advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be.' - joan didion. 

our joan is very stylish (she knows it, she is constantly reusing the same poses, the ones that worked well before). and she writes well (this scores big with horsemouth). she works well reduced to black and white either way. her prose is the tough guy prose of marlow (as is the territory). she shows us the memory trick - how one phrase that pricks the ear from a situation, written down, will bring it back to the minds eye and permit it to be looked at afresh - the importance of keeping a notebook.

neither facebook nor blogger work as notebooks anymore. facebook because it now has no index function (the furthest you can scroll back before your patience goes is about a month, and that's not enough to introduce you to your earlier selves), blogger because it now has to do service as a diary/ as a notebook it's no longer a selection. 

of course turned round it would be,

'the people we used to be are well advised to keep on nodding terms with us.' (by didion joan perhaps) 

lest they become forgotten and inexpressed, cut adrift.