'a great deal of unhappiness in the last entry. going to pieces. to go to pieces pointlessly and unnecessarily.' - franz kafka, diaries, 27th may 1915.
there will be nothing from kafka now until september 13th 1915, when he reports that he is writing again because his father has bought him a new diary.
yesterday horsemouth was away at the renaissance music festival in crystal palace. the last time he was there for a gig was the 24th of august 1985 - he remembers hawkwind, vera lynn, the armory show and spear of destiny. online informs him that there was also the enid, doctor and the medics, the march violets, balaam and the angel, and the comsat angels but he has no memory of them, or them even being there.
the way the bowl appeared was also completely different to his memory.
the renaissance music festival was basically a modern metal music festival (but for free in a park) - he liked killercorp (tagline the most dangerous band from ipswich), concrete age. he liked the stage as well (which was giant and suitably abstract). horsemouth watched from the hill for a bit and then overcame his distaste for alcohol (he's overdone it the night before) and got a pint - soon after he bumped into enza and they went and sat on the grass and then went up to the stage to watch various bands. there was even a stage in the small room inside the building.
at one point late on the heavens opened and it rained but the rain falling on the lake in the sun did look great horsemouth had to admit. this mainly worked to drive people towards the stage for the final set of the day by die|kur. which was great but horsemouth was tired by this point and decided to head home. (fielding the regular sunday phonecall from his mum on the way back).
thanks enza for inviting him (and london overground for transporting him) and crystal palace for merely being there. .
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