‘thisday, thatday, otherday, someday, yesterday, today and next day’

'the trouble isn’t the ghost, but what the ghost reveals.'  

so says jack hanson in a recent edition of the baffler when reviewing the ghost stories of edith wharton. horsemouth had taken up reading the NYRB website (because the LRB and the TLS are really stingy in comparison).  there's a zoom session between NY literati - the top two seem very pleasant the guy on the bottom is annoying as fuck. he does, very wisely, warn the youngster of derrida as an explanation of ghosts, warning that it drains the joy from things. 

last night horsemouth lay dreaming. he was wandering round some small town with howard (and someone else). horsemouth caught up with them sitting outside a pub and preparing to order some food. later they were camping out in the countryside. in the night there seemed to be strange military activities going on with stealth planes or light aircraft. horsemouth crawled through the darkness to get a better look. 

seems like we will be having ourselves a covid christmas - shop keepers, teachers, sign language interpreters of horsemouth's acquaintance, they all seem to be getting it right about now, horsemouth (from his privileged position of economic inactivity) advises caution. 

horsemouth goes to get booster jabbed monday morning (he hopes he hasn't left it too late) and then he tries to high-tail it out of town as fast as his little legs will carry him. there's a kind of parallel with the white guard, there the dudes are waiting in kiev for the inevitable arrival of enemy forces. (and as to kiev and moscow  don't get him started).  

horsemouth found a basho special online from NTS and charlie drakeford. the dudes over at american primitive guitar seem to like it. michael hurley has hit 80 (he gets an NYT article). god that man is indestructable, and still looking good). 

'I never thought of a career in music. what I do is goof off — and try to get away with it.'

in the absence of a new episode horsemouth listened to the hawkbinge podcast on hawklords - 25 years on again. the new musicians (harvey bainbridge, martin griffin, steve swindells) are competent (and can carry a tune), bob calvert is inspired, the barney bubbles packaging  is awesome, they produce what is probably the best album of the silver age (of the calvert era), certainly the one with the best songs on it. 

yesterday horsemouth discussed it with mike T (just as he was going out the door).  mike was critical of flying doctor but strangely accepting of 25 years itself (a silver machine re-lick) - the two weakest tracks on the album. the youngster points out the bowie in bob's vocals (and he's not wrong). 

horsemouth includes for your delectation the oumou sangare track howard included in his recent ambient mix. it's funny who, of the african musicians, gets taken up by the youngsters, opined mike T. horsemouth is glad he took the time to go early to the brockwell park field day a few years ago to go see her. she was moaning about how strong the sun was (which was strange for someone from mali horsemouth thought). 

‘thisday, thatday, otherday, someday, yesterday, today and next day’

horsemouth no longer relies on the seven days of the week.  or rather despite not working he still does. today (this evening) another spot of child minding. monday the jab. tuesday the train. thereafter horsemouth goes to practice his new immunity in the countryside.