rose simpson (now an old lady) invites us to remember her time in the incredible string band and gives herself permission to remember it too. who would have guessed it, the 60ies wasn't reliably wonderful (rows with the other girl in the band, girlfriends in tears etc.) and yet it was some kind of wonderful, 'we wanted to change the world'.
there are the props too. recovered from other family members. a moroccan drum that was a bathroom ornament, the recorder that was played at woodstock, the violin, the gibson guitar.
she attributes it all to being in the rio cinema in hackney in 2018 and all the people wanting to hear about it. it was all repressed. she left as the band moved solidly and methodically into scientology, she didn't fancy it much.
it all starts with mountaineering. later we are in the recording studio. perhaps a book on joe boyd's production company witchseason.
horsemouth plots his return to the great wen. he could (in theory) stretch it out here for another week (but he's getting angsty). it will avail him naught to be back (well at least for the first few weeks). while his life is there it is difficult to do much about that life (or with that life) at the moment.
it is the longest he has been away (continuously) in years.
horsemouth has been remembering triple negative. he wonders when it will be possible (or indeed desirable) to see bands again.
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