today a greyish day ending in rain.
yesterday beautiful sunshine. humanity resumes its perpetual party. people wander around barely clothed. horsemouth finds himself walking on the shady part of the street.
horsemouth has a task (he is child-minding). first down to haggerston for the violin lesson (and associated food) then back from haggerston by the wonder of the 26 bus to hackney wick to GROW to handover the child to a friendly parent and to permit the child to play with other children. the bus turfs them off early and they are forced to rely on memory and bus maps to get them there. on their way to GROW horsemouth bumps into dave and claudia (they are out for a quick daytime beer having been swimming).
the social distancing seems to be at an end. the party is back on.
at GROW there is a bit of a wait. the sun shines. it is pleasant to be by the water. they do some drawing. then everyone arrives. mission discharged horsemouth scurries off quickly.
he returns home via the canal. on the canal boats people sunbathe and play acoustic guitars. it is a vision of paradise. back home horsemouth hides in the shade and has a beer and this is where the headache catches him. he spends the early part of the evening dosing himself with paracetamol and coffee and water in an attempt to drive it of.
horsemouth has been corresponding with sean who is enthusiastic about the prospects for irish unity given that the british have installed a border in the irish sea with respect to northern ireland in order to simultaneously comply with the brexit deal and also avoid having a land border on the island of ireland (or ireland as sean insists it should more properly be called). sean is hoping to get on with the cartoon work.
yesterday was the 40th anniversary of the release of church of hawkwind the dave brock/ harvey bainbridge synthesizer twiddling album - the kitchen table project where they decided they could do it themselves without adding a dedicated keyboard player.
soon a meeting of the communal endeavour, the 4th anniversary of the release of volume 3, horsemouth will decamp to the cloud forest to go cat-sitting for half term, the anniversary of a mixcloud mix (tunes chosen by horsemouth, mix assembled by howard).
horsemouth is sitting around on a sunday morning reading the FT weekend section from last weekend (that he recovered from someone's bin) and listening to volume 3.
her hair like some glittering gold (basically a cover of debussy's la fille au cheveux de lin on a slide guitar in open G) was recorded in a hurry on the wrong guitar. he regrets not putting in a repeat with fake monk chanting on let all mortal flesh keep silence. he always misses pete's double bass when he plays the devil live. serpent(S) and on the banks of the susquehanna are both enlivened by john clarkson's loan of the harmonium and the melodica (and howard's playing of them).
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