shamanic depressions (sleeping gas)

of late horsemouth has mostly been stuck in a van with julian cope touring america. julian isn't having much fun, even when he isn't stuck in a van touring america, he has to write songs with the other members of the band nipping at his heels. things are even worse back in the UK - he has been marketed as a pin-up and a pop star and his audience are screaming teenage girls. he is profoundly ungrateful. he is ungracious about his audience. he's living on pennies (35 quid a week) and owes a fortune to the record company. he is self-medicating with LSD. he feels fake and phony but after four years of purgatory the band splits and he is free. 

his adventures are continued in repossessed: shamanic depressions in tamworth and london (1983-89). horsemouth has just read the opening page, he appears to have decided he's odin (bad choice dude). 

nonetheless horsemouth is impressed by sleeping gas  the first single. it could be the happy mondays, it's obliquely funky and has that love, seeds (pushing along) feel about it. 

meanwhile it is two years since the QAnon shaman and the hillbilly brothers invaded the capitol (together with 1000s of other trump supporters intent on stopping the certification of the election). the crowd make a pretty good job of bringing democracy to a standstill, and if horsemouth liked their politics he would be impressed. he watched a timeline put together by VICE magazine, trump tells them to fight like hell, they march down to the capitol and er. fight like hell, after about 3 hours of a genuinely insurrectionary moment he appears on TV to tell them to go home (and they mostly go home). 

there are no charges for trump and likely there won't be any - it is easier for all concerned to pretend that nothing really happened (and to jail the likes of QAnon shaman, the hillbilly brothers and actual rioters for minor(ish) offences).

thursday horsemouth walked back from islington (about 6 miles all told), friday he did a visit to asda (the supermarket in the fields - 4 miles all told). he watched a joseph l. mankiewitcz noir somewhere in the night - the hero has lost his memory, a minor character gets a speech, the tough cookie is a tough cookie. it doesn't quite work (but with a better cast it could have worked), only the minor character does it - her speech about loss and longing burns a hole in the screen.  

last night pasta and pesto. in the day a vegeburger. at asda a deal on linda mccartney fakemeat sausages (horsemouth is tempted to go back for round two).