horsemouth has finished fucking with the drains (for now).
the puddle that generates by the kitchen drain horsemouth thinks is mostly down to drainage from the banking above it rather than overflow from the drain itself. horsemouth's parents had the outside brick-paved round and the corner is a little lower where the kitchen drain is and so the water collects there and doesn't drain off.
puddle explained and we move on.
horsemouth is going to have a go at drying it off. (if he fails that's proof positive it's coming down from the banking not up from the drains).
the drain itself has some kind of u bend thing before the waste pipe heads of to the inspection cover where horsemouth can get the rods in. there's nothing much to do but try and rod out as much of the congealed fat and rotted food waste from one end and pump it out through the other. by 'nothing much' horsemouth means putting your hand down there and attempting to scoop out the blockage, dump drain unblocking shit down there (both of which he did also).
he seems to have got it so that the sink will now drain again (woop de fucken' do).
ultimately the only real cure is to dig it all out and replace it (otherwise it's just going to continue to be chronically shit).
fortunately there is (effectively) a whole other kitchen with a kitchen sink just round the corner in the kitchen with a straighter run of pipe to the septic tank. (the septic tank another reason horsemouth doesn't want to put anything too toxic down the pipes).
anyway horsemouth has stuck his clothes in the washing machine and had a shower and washed his hands numerous times and hopefully in about 36 hours he will stop smelling the drains on them. with a bit of luck nothing will get infected and he won't get sick.
this is (sadly) not the first time horsemouth has wrestled this particular drain (but with a bit of luck it will be his last)
up above steve albini makes perfectly sensible arguments about the record industry as was. horsemouth supposes we should really have a discussion about how it has changed in the last 13 years since the interview. not much, horsemouth thinks it is into its new stable pattern.
'the thousand incarnations of the rose' was a 2018 american primitive guitar festival played in takoma park (john fahey's birthplace and hometown but named after a robbie basho tune). all the key figures in the scene played. in a way what john fahey did - start an independent record company, have a career outside the record label system, refuse to have his song used in a movie (by punching out the director antonioni (allegedly)) - is very steve albini, is very in that DIY punk way.
it is the anniversary of a 2019 musicians of bremen duo gig down at sunny waterintobeer (the one with martin and nick doyne-ditmus). no doubt horsemouth will repost some of the photos in a few days.
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