in the boat: the buddha

it's a greyish morning. horsemouth is up in the cloud forest and he has just fed the cats (now read on). 

welsh american primitive guitarist (see it gets complicated very quickly) gwenifer raymond plays hell for certain, eulogy for a dead french composer and gwaed am gwaed live in the studio as part of a radio show about world music festival WOMAD. starts about 40 minutes in.

see here the name is said 'gweniver'. 

yesterday it rained (quality thunderstorms).

the narrow path to the deep north  (or at least up to the summit of mount snowden). horsemouth watched some tv, first some kids on outward bound, second a commune type thing in hereford, third john carpenter's truly terrible (and not in a good way) ghosts of mars (the black metal remix). 

also during the day he read and snoozed.  in virconium continues to be good, it's nearly over, horsemouth will miss it when it's gone. it looks like the bit of work horsemouth was going to do has evapourated (the lecturer is self-isolating). being a lazy sod horsemouth is not too displeased by this.

a photo has emerged (well howard took it) of horsemouth round howard's gaff. horsemouth is looking pensive and a little tired. he is playing howard's old acoustic guitar (a hohner used extensively by howard on musicians of bremen volume 2 and decorated with an OM sign by a previous owner).

there are several items of note in the photo:floor: howard's rug, horsemouth's notebook. coffee table: beer, cheetos. mirror: ganesha. square shelving unit: small blue indian gods. framed poster: works of nek chand. painting on wine box lid: isaballa the cat. in the boat: the buddha.