horsemouth was dreaming. he didn't eat much yesterday so the dream was catered. ross was there (on the tube train), and on the keto diet, and therefore gave horsemouth the non-meat part of his meal (which seemed to be some kind of stodge with haricot beans in it that tasted kind of mustard-y (he does hope this is not a sign of covid)). before that horsemouth was having a conversation with someone else directly opposite him but then ross appeared on his right at the front of the carriage.
horsemouth has published his end of october books, films, gigs, events list.
this month there was a gig to report (triple negative, harrga), his reading continues to be a bit desultory but coloured by his interests (translation, textual variations, adorno, althusser - these are crazed marxists with an 'a' this time). with the films it's a solid diet of horror (with some samurai thrown in). he suspects the next thing will be a bela lugosi season.
a year ago. lucie was saving the day. the pandemic was accelerating up into the winter and the government were delaying locking down again.
today it is a rainy, grey day. horsemouth is on his second cup of coffee. the coffee beans have run out and it is time to have a negotiation with sten about whose turn it is to buy more. (theirs is a lavazza red label house).
horsemouth has calmed down (after the excesses of the meeting of the communal endeavour and the business plan). mind you he still has to go and have a chat with martin.
horsemouth is enthusiastic about the reformation of peter, paul and enza (assuming it happens - he's such a pessimist). really he is enthusiastic about getting tunes sung in other languages notably french (something enza can definitely do) and then there are pete's tunes (which are pretty memorable and decent) and then there's the opportunity to do something in a jazz/ cabaret kind of way (maybe he can get a version of je te veux up and running or a zandunga).
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