'a puddle of treacle (the brine of hostile criticism)'

morning. good morning.

'... a universal, if somewhat lobotomized, accommodation reigns. a book is born into a puddle of treacle; the brine of hostile criticism is only a memory...'  - elizabeth hardwick, harpers, october 1959.

and it is a monday morning. horsemouth has survived the weekend.

sadly he did not get out to practice making music. the skies opened when he was half-way there and he was properly drenched. he was rained on (and therefore rained off). it's rare that he is unreliable. he has made a living out of being reliable (he hates to let people down) but in this case he was defeated. he was slightly discouraged by his attempts at fitting a part earlier. 

last night he was unaccountably hungry (so he had a pizza). he talked with his mum on the phone. he listened once again to tangerine dream's birth of liquid plejades - which has an entire cello section sawing away, florian fricke (of popul vuh) plays moog, the outgoing dreamer steve schroyder plays an organ outro. 

horsemouth has been indulging in some nostalgia for films he saw as a youth. the towering inferno he saw at the castle cinema caerphilly as a kid, at the earth's core, the land that time forgot similarly (no he didn't see the sex pistols and the clash when they played there, nor did he get in to see jaws or rollerball - he was too young). star wars he thinks (but it wasn't that fashionable with him - he was a bit of a science fiction snob already). 

the poseidon adventure he had seen at butlins. he supposes the thing with butlins was not having to pay for the individual entertainment, a world without money (until you got to the bar horsemouth now thinks). 

going to the cinema involves a couple of miles walk into town in the dark  (it's the same kind of distance as his walk to school). he could have got the bus for most of it he supposes. 

ralph bakshi's lord of the rings  he saw in a largely empty cinema in cardiff  with his mother and brother (likewise watership down - it was a rare visit to the cinema with horsemouth's dad, he laughed each time any of the rabbits died). alien he didn't get to see (though everybody told him to go), 

horsemouth would watch barry norman's film__ and michael rodd's  screen test. he would watch top of the pops he would watch the old grey whistle test. he listens to the friday rock show, john peel (naturally), the hitch-hikers guide to the galaxy.  

in 1979 he  goes to see hawkwind play (his mum drives him in) by the winter of 1980 he gets the train down to go and visit his friends (and goes and sees hawkwind again - this time with ginger baker). music becomes the thing. a few years later he is off to university in london. film is not really a thing again until he is living in hackney and goes to the rio cinema of a monday (cheap night). 

later. a walk with TG. 

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