Wednesday 7 August 2024

tel-epa-thy

and now an entirely written in the morning blogpost.

so horsemouth went out to howard's to practice. 

what tunes did they practice? 

horsemouth was keen to get on with go your way (my love) a norfolk folk song (but mostly known from the versions of bert jansch and anne briggs), which they did, horsemouth is keen to get howard singing on it. there was a brief point where howard was playing the dulcimer on it and that was sounding good but it was difficult to keep together with the singing so possibly not for this gig but possibly they should do that when they record it. 

seeing as horsemouth had the guitar in dadgad (g modal) it was a near retuning to get it to dgdgbd (open g) to take a crack at am I born to die? and the opening of broadbury down (which they also took a look at).

amarach they took a look at and howard had the ukulele part up and running and now all that remains is for horsemouth to come up with a way for the guitar to flow nicely through it. 

they also got eyepennies (mark linkous/ sparklehorse) played through which they recorded and was sounding good. howard is playing melodica on this. 

these are the ones on which horsemouth plays guitar (and other than go your way) sings. 

pastures of plenty is pretty much up. howard is taking a crack at all my dreams, I am a cinematographer (will oldham), perhaps townes van zandt's  waiting around to die. 

howard fed him (fakemeat pie and mash) and after they headed down the pub with pizza (ostensibly for two but in fact for three beers - howard then, very sensibly called a halt). it took horsemouth a while to get going with the conversation lark (he's out of practice). 

whilst at howard's he showed him his copy of aeron bergman and alejandra salinas's telepathy (their proposal for a new name for art), up the pub horsemouth sung the praises of  zarah sultana as a model for integrity (howard has to give a speech about integrity). howard mentioned he was going to watch some french films - horsemouth recommended some french noir films but couldn't for the life of him remember the names of the directors (he has remedied that today). 

tonight horsemouth goes up to past walthamstow to see his brother (who will feed him). 

today he doesn't know what he will do (wander about perhaps, let people know he is here). 

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