horsemouth is back from the martin carthy gig (in fact it's the morning after and he's getting up to face the day).
while waiting for howard to show up outside the gig lou came round the corner (back from a barbacue in leyton and on her way to dinner). she has gigs (indeed she's been playing gigs). they chatted (horsemouth feeling guilty because they'd promised to record her and then run out of time). she left. howard showed up. they got their tickets and got a beer (nearly a fiver a half jaysus) and went to sit outside.
martin carthy (looking dapper in a floral shirt) came out with his grandson (was it? young, hoodie, phone). he chatted with a concert goer and a homeless woman spare-changing the audience as they went in 'just five pound and I'm good to go' she cheerfully announced. (but most of the audience were in already and firmly sat down).
he played two sets (with a 15 minute intermission). songs about transportation? ah the transportation of people to australia. a great sounding guitar (tuned down it seemed to horsemouth). mostly picking out the tune with his thumb and forefinger to support the vocal. lots of words to remember (some battles here but then the audience were keen to assist particularly on the devil and the feathery wife), at one point his phone goes off (but fortunately at the end of a song). scarborough fair (of course) with a tale of recording it with a string arrangement for some netflix type show (which horsemouth can't find).
there were tales of learning songs at one sitting from davy graham. there was the odd 'fuck' as a tune went astray.
horsemouth would last have seen him play about 40 years ago upstairs in a pub near great portland street (down near the institute of architecture if he remembers correctly). songs about poaching and such like.
horsemouth supposes that the advantage of being a solo act is that the band never splits up. he liked this guardian piece on what pop stars do after (when their 5 minutes of fame is over).
he was glad to be back. people were glad to see him.
in the intermission horsemouth and howard hastily adjourned to a pub round the corner in the hope of cheaper beer. but their random choice of pale ale was lemony and unpleasant and they couldn't face drinking more than a half of it (so it probably didn't work out cheaper but more expensive).
at the end an encore and then howard was off to the train and soon enough back to work. horsemouth (on shanks's pony) headed for home.
howard has put up rough mixes of wondrous love (oof horsemouth was singing badly that day) and you and your sister (which came out not too badly). howard has been back through and put down a bed of harmony vocals to smooth out the roughness of horsemouth's performances. horsemouth gave them all a listen on headphones and pronounced himself pleased (or at least satisfied). even jai guru is starting to do it for horsemouth and sound better.
in the day horsemouth wandered round the marshes with TG catching up. (there are no photos). the photos taken on various expeditions have been going down a storm. other than that he sat out on the front step sunbathing and reading bukowski or out in the back garden. the day was bright and sunny the night a little cold.
today (well this evening) horsemouth has to plan a journey for tomorrow. he will probably test again for the c-o-v-i-d (but seeing as he has not yet had a positive result he's not absolutely convinced he's doing it right).
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