'to eschew the richest of all veins of material - ourselves - would be tantamount to making writing altogether impossible' - claudia mills, in friendship, fiction, memoir.
bookpilled/ thrift-a-life (sensitive soul that he is), has been caught vlogging in public (well in his car) 'an entire family...' he regards it as shameful (but not so shameful he won't do it or tell us about it - once he's driven round the corner).
worse he's also caught himself procrastinating, engaging in pseudo-activity, activity that looks like it could be productive but really is just goofing off. sternly he gives himself a talking-to for our benefit.
in this way we observe the rules of autobiography. our informant tells us something but it could also be for our benefit (but the tale mustn't be of direct benefit to the teller when it is told).
interesting the spell checker doesn't seem to know tantamount or at least not in the bumpkin spelling horsemouth was using tantermount. (origin: mid 17th century: from the earlier verb tantamount ‘amount to as much’, from italian tanto montare.)
as claudia mills notes in her essay friendship, fiction and memoir the internet has blurred the boundaries between telling, writing and publishing.
wheras horsemouth would have once written this for his desk diary (well no he probably wouldn't have bothered), writing for the desk drawer as russians once put it, now he pseudo-publishes it, people could find it and know about it, but they probably won't. any confidences breached here are probably safely breached because basically horsemouth isn't famous enough for anyone to care about what he is writing (apart from you the reader).
he tries to anonymise things and places (hell he tries to anonymise himself). people horsemouth wanders about with are generally anonymised, people with public personas, performers and alike, are left as they are (because they've chosen that life).
and here we have a mix of two eras of music horsemouth enjoyed - one is the freak rock of ladbroke grove (pink fairies, hawkwind, deviants, larry wallis, mick farren, motorhead) shading into the post punk anarcho-hippie music of horsemouth's youth (here and now, the astronauts, planet gong, inner city unit, the mob, zounds).
the scuzzy, slightly improv-y take on blues rock the freak rock bands ran was great fun (but not very deep).
now zounds were genuinely good (horsemouth thought, he met steve lake through a friend at one point) if more actual anarcho-punk, here and now, and inner city unit were just great fun live. there was an entire practically undocumented music scene of this sort of stuff.
more people (well at least one person) has been buying musicians of bremen stuff (thank you).
today (bright sunny morning) horsemouth will go for a walk. later he relocates to sunny frome. you may be able to follow him there you may not. towards the end of next week he is back in the wen. with a bit of luck he will be typing this on a different machine.
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