today horsemouth returns to the wen

it's 1980 and  PIL are on american bandstand.  

it's the 90th anniversary of the birth of 'neither structuralist, nor marxist' anthropologist pierre clastres (author of the chronicle of the guyaki indians as translated by paul auster - archive.org have a copy with his photos of various guyaki tribespeople). 

horsemouth has been struggling with howard's version of pastures of plenty. at the moment he can't find anything he's playing that will sit with it. howard is doing a fiddly fingerpicking thing and horsemouth keeps falling off. howard has pulled the 'G' from the last line (well most of the time) leaving a vamp back and fore between C and Aminor (well in fact he's doing it with a capo on the 3rd fret so that's Eflat and Cminor).  

horsemouth has got the pretty polly derived tune (he believes) but the shift to G then back up is the bit of the melody that really appeals to him. he's retuned the guitar with the b string up to c to make playing the Eflat and Cminor easier (he's noticing the arthritis in his finger joints more).

ah well maybe something will click when they meet up. maybe he'll try putting howard over the anker speaker and see if that gives him a better balance. horsemouth and howard have a gig the end of august and horsemouth wants to get match fit for it and have a better more integrated show than last time. 

today horsemouth returns to the wen 

denise and jonnie are over visiting and horsemouth wants to catch up. 

he's back in h______ the first week (there's a meeting of the communal endeavour and a triple negative gig), thereafter he's away cat-sitting at the house in the borderlands (fka. the cloud forest located somewhere near walthamstow). he will try to get in a visit to his brother while he's up that way and do some book buying in the charity shops/ get in some drinking with friends/ go for various walks and excursions. 

saturday june 1st there's the jacken elswyth album launch gig. a matinee at greennotemusic. 

it's the evening before all of this is due to start and horsemouth has just noticed the rain starting (he's been waiting for it all day).

last night horsemouth dreamt he was alone on a frozen plain dressed in a blanket. a large bird with very small wings was succeeding in flying away through the trees.