'well done. very brave. let's do the difficult stuff.'

so horsemouth rehearses it. memories have returned to assail him (memories and things left unsaid). 

yesterday horsemouth went for a wander and is now back with you. 

horsemouth had forgotten (again) that it was bandcamp friday. for once horsemouth recommended  his own (well, musicians of bremen) stuff. (despite the fact that he thinks that everyone who is going to buy it has bought it all already).

he was listening to james blackshaw and reading clark ashton smith the dark eidolon (this time in a william beckford/ oriental despot  'vathek' mode). 

last night he wandered over to mike and lou's (lou has a gig tonight down at waterintobeer please go).  they fed him and there was a small can of beer (most civilised). horsemouth was after books (well a book). it looks lie the right book.

later horsemouth is due to wander over to howard's - a student of his wants a 'psychology' book for a sculpture so horsemouth will take a selection from his collection - or maybe howard is wandering over here. (horsemouth is not convinced - any actual book placed in a sculpture will unbalance the work he feels, not in a literal way perhaps but as a balance of meaning, but hey what does he know). 

it's the morning when horsemouth types this. cold, rainy and grey. he touches the radiators to make sure that they are on. he doesn't feel uninspired (but he doesn't feel very inspired either). new things refuse to come. ho hum. horsemouth would lie to be making more music but it's proving elusive.