this morning, when horsemouth got up and went for his morning pee. there were giant machine helicopter taking off/ alien space ship landing noises outside the window. he wandered out onto the balcony (in his underwear) but, unable to see what was going on, wandered incuriously back in.
it's a coldish/ greyish morning - the seasons are on the turn it feels like. horsemouth has a jumper with him (cautious beast).
last night horsemouth watched peterloo (well as far as the march setting out). it's all going to end badly predicts horsemouth the scaredy cat. the peterloo marchers wanted universal male suffrage so that the working man could be heard what they got was chopped up by the cavalry. fuck the ruling class snarls horsemouth from under his duvet.
yesterday horsemouth went to visit andrew minty. they had a bit of a jam. (it was nice to play the old tunes and to hear some new ones). horsemouth was out of practice with the singing (when it came to his turn) but it was fun to do. he chatted (briefly) with sam, bands getting better, getting their acts together.
it's a strange world to launch into - everything is a calculated risk. austin songwriter cari hutson;
“we can’t afford to sit out shows, we have to vaccinate and mask up or everything we’ve worked our entire lives for will be gone. and it’s so upsetting to work so long on a craft and lose opportunities left and right, because people would rather believe vaccine conspiracy theories than at least try these precautions out...”
reputedly there's an indian summer on the way (a reprise of summer lasting out into autumn). this would suit horsemouth fine (he thinks). today not a lot of very much. he has finished his coffee in a little while the news and toast.
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