the one in which horsemouth plays a gig (anxious landscape)

how did horsemouth get to the gig yesterday evening?  he got a train. 

how did he get back? he got the bus (a 26). 

so how was the gig? 

it went well horsemouth thinks. he didn't play very well (but people didn't seem to notice). he sang well enough he thinks. and people said nice things about it all (which is the main thing). 

as you can judge from the photo he was remarkably well colour coordinated with his surroundings. the red pinstripe suit with a red lining (the iron shirt - proof against all state plots to jail your humble mule and in this photo you can't see the moth holes either), the red and orange collared shirt (a garibaldi collar his source informs him), a pair of black leather shoes - the shirt and shoes horsemouth used as a disguise during his visit to the natlib (as a filthy leftist he wasn't sure they'd let him in as a guest but a club member vouched for him). 

horsemouth was feeling nervous (he hasn't played out in at least a year) but apparently it didn't show. 

he didn't play the devil song but he did open with satan your kingdom must come down (and tried to get people to sing along), he didn't play when the faun met alice (to be retitled where the faun met alice) but he did play worldes blisse, he played broadbury down (to go with max's theme of anxious landscape), he played katie cruel (with its woods, mires and briars) and ended up with something's on your mind made famous by  karen dalton (but actually written by dino valenti - horsemouth had a senior moment and couldn't remember his name at the crucial moment, but no harm done). he played the werewolf (and got the audience to howl along). 

he thanks the dude who sang along. (later they had an impromptu beat boxing session outside).

enza took the photo (horsemouth has clipped it to remove extraneous detail). in a comedy moment about 5 seconds later he remembered it was a slide guitar tune.  

horsemouth saw micalef but by a dreadful accident of timing he failed to see elspeth anne or ben edge  (oops sorry people). enza saw them and said elspeth in particular was great (enza loved the shruti box). meanwhile horsemouth was outside chatting with josie, john cunningman, darsavini, anthony, the guy who sang along. he did see adam sherry from a dead forest index (most excellent). 

horsemouth is up a copy of max's diary of a plague time (photos taken during lockdown 2020 inside max's stunningly beautiful flat). 

horsemouth did want to drink more (as usual) but sensible heads prevailed. 

bus. falafel wrap. home to bed.