Saturday, 31 May 2025

books, films, gigs, events may 2025

 books

- han kang, human acts

- alberto manguel, packing my library

- the various diaries (as and when)

- lesley hazleton. england, bloody england 

- richard jefferies, after london (opening chapters)

- samuel taylor coleridge, kubla khan 

- various substack things

- GDN articles on passivhaus, 

- max reeves interviewed on tradfolk

- hereford times, golden valley parkway snubbed again

- new NLR and sidecar including jensen suther, peter gordon's adorno 

films

- near dark

- two weeks at sea

- outlaw bookseller, bookpilled. andy edwards (the musical stuff not the political stuff)

- sapphire and steel 

- the dave webb show on new river radio

- slade in flame

-  a radio show on the incredible string band (mixcloud) 

-  a documentary on sparklehorse

- a few clips on townes van zandt associate (and all around nutter) blake foley

- LRB marina warner and adam thrilwell on kafka 

- architectural digest, frank lloyd wright's hidden woodland utopia

- radio 3, the essay, song detectorists

- R4, anatomy of a firetrap

- the copsford project (youtube), reading from copsford, 

- dorothy carter

gigs

- soft white underbelly (aka. the blue oyster cult)

events

sun ra arrival day, may 22nd—25th sun ra festival  in birmingham (alabama), a visit to abergavenny, a visit to the wen, afternoon in the pub with pizza with howard, TG walk around, gig with mike T, the 7th anniversary of the release of musicians of bremen volume three

'to start with nothing - this morning - again'

'it seems that these days I mostly write to communicate with friends - I write poems, especially.'  - glyn hughes, blog,10th december 2009.

'to start with nothing - this morning - again' - glyn hughes, the opening line to the final section of life class his autobiography in verse.  

zoom beers with howard

horsemouth is trying to tempt a review of glyn hughes's  millstone grit out of howard. (well he can't read and review it again as he would like to because howard has the book). horsemouth was trying to find something by glyn hughes (we've just missed his birthday on the 25th). horsemouth found a website with a blog from the last few years of his life. his neighbours remember him at least. 

horsemouth loves the fact that the edition he owns is a bookclub edition.

howard is nearing the end of his musical endeavours for the year and was discussing the final fixes and sending it all off for mastering and writing horsemouth a letter. 

'its just something to make the moment stay and you don't forget that time that's all.' - annie eliza courtenay in a letter to her son tom (the famous one).

horsemouth and howard were discussing people who write in the morning and then never publish what they write in the morning. writers who are writing to develop their writing muscle. horsemouth is not sure it works like that. horsemouth agrees it is important to write (similarly the way it is important to practice singing or playing the guitar or any activity you want to do well) but he is not sure that success in writing necessarily comes from being well practiced and exercised. 

this is an archetypal worked out the day before blogpost. it benefits from horsemouth being able to edit and re-edit and being flexible in what he wants to say. 

last night horsemouth was feeling a bit overworked and tetchy despite a perfectly pleasant day out. he's found it a bit hard to let go off so he's just gone to bed. 

a grey start but later a perfectly passable day. sunday maybe some rain. 

horsemouth's aunt and uncle used to have a copy of the rolling stones' high tide and green grass he always used to pester them to play it when he went round as a kid. come to think of it the cover shows low tide and no grass - they are all lined up by the riverside, brian in pole position, mick and keith next in the bating order, the bassist and drummer (who) just about squeezed into shot, all looking a bit surly and troublesome. here it is played on a reel-to-reel tape machine (glorious). 


Friday, 30 May 2025

the apparatus in the corner of the bell-tower

bell-ringing done for the week

there was a point in the day when horsemouth thought there was no lift to the bell-ringing (and he was sad) but then he found out it was on at the abbey (so walking distance). he didn't go out to the pub after - though that would probably have been possible.

horsemouth had had a beer in the afternoon (when he thought the bell-ringing wasn't running) and that threw him slightly. 

there was an apparatus in the corner of the bell-tower horsemouth will have to ask what it is. it may be a dreaded carillon - no not enough bells, it may be a chime, yes it's a chime but one played with an ellacombe apparatus

'the system was devised in 1821 by reverend henry thomas ellacombe of gloucestershire, who first had such a system installed in bitton in 1822. he created the system as an alternative to using his local ringers, so that he did not have to tolerate behaviour that he saw as unruly... an example was in 1875 when he weighed in with a diatribe against a ringing competition at slapton in devon, when he wrote, 

"we blame the vicar and churchwardens for allowing the bells to be so prostituted for the benefits of a publican's pocket..."' 

otherwise it was a fine day of watering and planting things out (more beetroot, more spinach).

soon it will be possible to wander over to the village and wander back after the pub in the twilight. we move into the bright 1/8th of the year - the 6 1/2 weeks round the solstice. 

here it is a grey morning horsemouth has fed (and unleashed) the chickens and taken the milk over to the fridge in the garage. he's out buying tomato plants at some point (but then he may also have some zoom calls to do). 


Thursday, 29 May 2025

horsemouth and the gwangju uprising

check it out! 

an entirely written in the morning blogpost

horsemouth has unleashed the chickens and poked his nose into the greenhouse. he has had his first cup of coffee and will shortly be departing for downstairs after a second. 

at some point he will go and get the bin from the bottom of the drive. 

ah yes. he's just remembered he's got to go and open up the abbey. 

back with the coffee. 

horsemouth has been reading han kang's human acts a novel focused on the gwangju uprising in korea on may 18th 1980. curiously he seems to have been reading it on the correct dates with the army retaking the city on the 27th of may. 

thousands died. 

later one of the survivors is working in a translator's office - they are translating an english book on crowd psychology (or rather crowd morality), a chapter on the 1968 student uprisings is left out in order to facilitate the books passage past the censors. horsemouth has no idea who this writer could be (if in fact they are not fictitious). 

and here horsemouth is cultivating his garden. 

the first set of runner beans have started reaching the top of their poles. horsemouth has added two more sets. the potatoes are in. horsemouth planted out some spinach yesterday (at least he thinks it is spinach he won't really know until it comes up). the problem now is finding the space to put in the carrots etc. 

he has spotted an errant pea plant and stuck some twigs round it (to give it something to climb up). a few of the pea plants have flowers on them. there seems to be a random lettuce

really horsemouth could do with getting some tomato plants. one of the pepper plants in the conservatory has fruit on it (the others do not).  at the moment the greenhouse is used more like a potting shed.

at the other end of the garden he has put some nets over the strawberries (thank you julie). 

ok it's off to the abbey.


Wednesday, 28 May 2025

when the vampires met the old farmer

last night horsemouth watched near dark (eighties vampires on a roadtrip, the perfect film for I love the night) and a number of excerpts from films by ben rivers. he mainly watched two years at sea (old dude wanders round scottish farm, cuts down trees, goes boating on a lake, takes a shower, clears out a caravan etc.) all in a gorgeous black and white. 

horsemouth has been out to unleash the chickens (he has just remembers he needs to go down and open up the abbey). 

last night his mum came down with him to lock it up. 

it's the 7th anniversary of the release of musicians of bremen volume three. here horsemouth presents it to you in a slightly spruced up player.

a few years ago horsemouth had howard video him playing some guitar in the ruins of his back garden. (not howard's back garden - that is going from strength to strength). the theme from sliabh na mban and a version of when the faun met alice. 

Tuesday, 27 May 2025

'if it had been possible to build the tower of babel ...'

outside it has been raining

horsemouth feels like it is a sunday.

but it is not. it is a monday.

and by the time you read this

it is the tuesday (at least). 

following on from a substack post made up of the best lines from his blogposts from 10 years ago horsemouth has attempted to repeat the experiment. sadly it shows that his lived experience (or at least his reading) has becoming less compelling.

'if it had been possible to build the tower of babel without climbing it...'  he edits the kafka to make it more aphoristic. let the reader do more of the work (says horsemouth). let the reader build the tower and transgress on god's kingdom and have their language vanish out from under their thought.

'if it had been possible to build the tower of babel without climbing it...' 

'if it had been possible to build the tower of babel without climbing...' 

'if it had been possible to build the tower of babel without...' 

outside it has been raining II 

this is good for the garden and the plants. it is due to rain more overnight too. (horsemouth will let you know how that goes). 

'if it had been possible to build the tower of babel ...'

(horsemouth is reminded of gil-scott heron's arguments against the space shuttle). 

then the peoples of the world would not have many languages. 

monday afternoon a zoom call with howard. in the morning a walk on the common. 

ok horsemouth is going to go and put the milk in the fridge in the garage and wake up his mum. 

here a decent enough(ish) morning. later more rain (allegedly). 


Monday, 26 May 2025

women with long hair in maxi-dresses dance at stonehenge to blues rock

 an entirely written in the morning blogpost

horsemouth is back in the wilds. he successfully walked from kingstone (4 miles or so) and then bumped into martin and sylvia at the pop-up cafe at the village hall. 

thereafter he had a lie down to recover. 

 in a bit he goes to open up the abbey. (he will go and close it up at 5pm in the evening. 

today rain (tomorrow even more rain) - horsemouth may be excused watering the garden - but for the moment the weather looks good. it has been a long dry spring - in theory a warmer climate should produce wetter weather but actual weather is notoriously chaotic and unpredictable. 

outlaw bookseller in pensive mood 'you can't read SF all the time because you don't really develop any taste beyond that'. so what is he reading and listening to instead? well he tells us. it is a difficult moment for the channel. there is a pressure to produce to  keep the views up high.

similarly bookpilled still has back and neck problems but there he is in the garage unpacking book-boxes to find stuff to sell. 

both have got some kind of patreon thing and yet both still post stuff on the tube. 

above women with long hair in maxi-dresses dance at stonehenge to blues rock. this is how horsemouth thought the future would be (it may indeed be how it turns out to be). 

Sunday, 25 May 2025

and then came the last days of may

horsemouth gets into town and he gets on the lizard line (crossrail to you and me). 

but to his horror he discovers himself being routed through canary wharf (and not through stratford to better test out if the overground is running for later on). he changes to the jubilee (through corridors of intense underground shopping experience)  and at stratford he finds out the overground isn't running after all and ends up on a rail replacement bus coming through homerton.

and home. (phew)

in a bit horsemouth will head out the door to the soft white underbelly gig. he thinks 38 (most of the way) or walk it (an hour fifteen according to tfl). there's a meet up in a pub at 7.30. 

but first horsemouth is killing time waiting for a phonecall from his mum (6pm). he's eaten a cheap pizza and had a cup of tea (that should hold him). 

and the gig

'tonight is the night we ride!' 

he pronounces it most excellent. 

he met mike at the compton arms for a pre-match pint. 

they entered to the end credits music from blade runner  (good choice).

particular highlights - the golden age of leather, cagey cretins, godzilla, burning for you, don't fear (the you know what), ETI, ME262, subhuman(?), and then came the last days of may and others his memory will gradually return to him. mike T and his good self were parked near a group of voluble spaniards. it was one of those great gigs where everyone knows all the words. 

no astronomy, no veteran of the franco-prussian wars, nothing off cultosaurus, no nosferatu (but an I love the night - the spanish girl's favourite).  

they went for a post match pint (or in horsemouth's case two)  at the wetherspoons on highbury corner.

horsemouth returned on the 30 (which was a much better choice than the 38 which got him there). 

horsemouth was up early and off to paddling pool. he was on the train early. he didn't truly relax until his mum gave  him a phonecall. (and so here he is)

now to get the bus back from hereford to kingstone and to walk from there horsemouth expects to be back home by 3pmish and the sun is shining. 

Saturday, 24 May 2025

horsemouth is typing into a blank page

 an entirely written in the morning blogpost. (like literally horsemouth is typing into a blank page).

yesterday copious amounts of log shifting as a result of a dead tree being chopped down. horsemouth was back and fore with the wheelbarrow and eventually managed to get it all stacked in the shed. at some point he decided to stop shifting logs in the blazing heat of the sun and wait until the garden was in shade to do it. (sensible horsemouth). 

in a bit horsemouth will start packing for his journey. he will travel light. keys, money, fags (he doesn't smoke but it's on the list), phone (so goes the checklist), cash, cards, chargers, book, laptop, raincoat, hat. he could take the opportunity to be offline (but he wont). 

ok diary - he'd better take that it's got all the bus and train times in it. 

he wants to be away on the 0920.  he was worried the bus timetable had been changed (but it only affects the 1pm bus.

and he wants to be back on the sunday.

this whole plan is based on there being a bus (the 39A) to hay-on-wye on a sunday that can drop him off in kingstone (a mere four mile walk from his mum's). but it's the hay festival this weekend - what if the bus is full? 

horsemouth's current plan is to get the postcodes of various intermediate locations and see if there is any mileage (pardon the pun) in getting a cab halfway.  if not then it is painful cab fare. 

as he came through ewyas harold it was the scarecrow festival (there was paddington, there was donald trump, there was ET in the panier of a BMX bike...) 

ok wish him luck.

Friday, 23 May 2025

horsemouth NEET

horsemouth not in education, employment or training. 

this is true - he's retired.

horsemouth is taking a rest from some  log shifting tasks (after going out drinking after going out bell-ringing last night). (progress continues to be made). 

tomorrow he travels to the wen. on sunday he discovers if his travel plans coming back will pay off. 

apologies for the lateness of the post. 

Thursday, 22 May 2025

'it has been emotional' (peer-group pressure was applied and horsemouth was cured)

horsemouth has done the meeting of the communal endeavour (the game of thrones edition).  what was the line in lock,stock and two smoking barrels? 

'it's been emotional' 

he also did a webinar to show willing (but it's all recorded and online anyway - so whomsoever could always revisit it if they wished). 

horsemouth was just listening to wishbone ash live dates volume two. horsemouth would have bought it when it came out in 1980 from the record shop round the back of hereford market he thinks. 

he saw wishbone ash on the number the brave tour and then down the marquee a number of times and over at polytechnic of central london once he''d moved to the wen. all these were with the andy powell, laurie wisefield, trevor boulder, steve upton lineup.  he never saw the martin turner line up, still less the original martin turner, ted turner line up. 

he was somewhat spoiled - the first album he bought was argus (widely considered to be their best). the first three are generally considered the classics, the fourth a bit of a (transitional) dud and then you are into the laurie wisefield (rather than ted turner era). they move to the states and become slicker and softer. 

and then peer-group pressure was applied and horsemouth was cured

he loved the live gigs though and he even loved the laurie wisefield era. they were craftily built songs with clever guitar lines, meaty baselines and great drumming. 

it's yet another beautiful morning. horsemouth has just been out to feed the chickens and let them out. in a little while he'll go out and do his expanded watering (expanded to include the potential potatoes). 

he's also trying to clear around the fruit bushes (the gooseberry harvest looks very good). this means cutting down loads of buttercups (which is a shame really). he should try and get some carrots in as well.  (and get in the remainder of the potatoes). 

today it is sun ra day. hail the genius from saturn. hail the musicians who keep his memory alive. 

tonight bell-ringing. at the weekend a gig. 

 

Wednesday, 21 May 2025

at the rumination of the cud (a.n.yway)

'watch me join the circus

watch me steal the show

there ain't no easy money

there ain't no easy road...' 

- wishbone ash, no easy road from wishbone 4. 

to harp on about travel arrangements

so horsemouth has this plan involving the 39A (seemingly the only bus in herefordshire to run on a sunday).

his original plan was to get it to the vowchurch turn (and then walk from there). but pesky of peskies it seems that the nearest it can get him to there is another mile and half up the road at peterchurch poston mill park. (it seems to go via madley instead which is a bit far out of the way). about 5.1 miles (slightly shy of 2 hours walking)

it might be easier to get out at kingstone and walk from there (more like 4.6 miles/ an hour and three quarters). 

that's the best that can be done horsemouth thinks. 

horsemouth thinks he's walked it before - he got the wrong bus as a kid when they'd just moved to the area  in 1980 (to say he was not best pleased would be a fucking understatement, it did not endear him to his new home). 

anyway it's do-able. it's pretty much a straight line. it's just a trudge. 

it's the tuesday afternoon. horsemouth is going to go for a walk on the common. (he's just back). 

a.n.yway 

horsemouth came up with the title for this post at the rumination of the cud while watching the sheep ruminate the cud. 

this morning it has clearly rained. horsemouth is unused to this (but it's not like the garden can't use it). today eggs, bin, possible online meeting then the game of thrones edition of the communal endeavour. 


Tuesday, 20 May 2025

books and their makers (a garden too)

 'books are often wiser and more generous than their makers' - alberto manguel, packing my library.

at the start of it alberto is in france, near the loire valley. he is moving into an old farmhouse in a village and setting up his library there in the barn (it is a big library). 

there is a garden too. alberto mostly concerns himself with the library. his wife mostly concerns herself with the garden. 

and then he is moving out and putting the library into storage.

at the end of it alberto is head of the national library in buenos aires. the streets are changed from when he lived there as a teenager and read for the blind jorge luis borges.  the national library is a huge concrete monstrosity. 

horsemouth has stuff to do with the garden. a friend has brought over some seed potatoes and today horsemouth must plant them (they are 'earlies' he needs to get them in). 

'chickens are sociable creatures' a website tells him. horsemouth is tempted to name the chicken with a broken leg sociable creature (it is waiting for him at the front door as we speak) but the rule in farming is that you don't name the animals (it brings them too close to us). he has unleashed the chickens for the day and taken the milk over to the fridge in the garage. 

last night wailing foxes in the distance. 


Monday, 19 May 2025

any belief (that you hold for more than a week)

'after keir starmer declared that plaid cymru leader liz saville roberts was talking “rubbish” 

she asked if there was any belief that he held for more than a week...' 

good cuss (nice comeback). 

but of course sir keir does have political beliefs. he believes you need to be in power to effect political change but then he also believes a whole load of other things about not bucking the markets and the 'deserving poor'. 

result? he is in power (tick) but he can do no good for anyone (cross). 

of course it's a long time until the next election (wednesday 15th august 2029 at the latest) which 'will determine the composition of the house of commons, which determines the government of the united kingdom.'

well not quite. as a well-meaning bbc voiceover might say. we are currently living through an era of a massive labour majority and what has it changed? we are back with the policies of austerity. ultimately the financial markets do more to decide the government of the UK than the elected government. 

the labour party have four years to show people that the pain has been worth it and valuable and they can lead us into the sunny uplands etc. etc.

well not quite. as a well-meaning bbc voiceover might say. 

what is the alternative to labour? 

the grant-snatching lib dems? the so not racist cult of farage (aka. reform)?  the regional parties - the holed beneath the waterline SNP? plaid cymru? the 5 MPs to the left of labour? 

what's not an alternative to labour is the dead-in-the-water conservative party.

horsemouth predicts (and prediction is a dangerous business this far out) labour survival with a much reduced majority or in coalition. 

he predicts vast gains for reform which will fall apart at some point (it being just the cult of farage). 

he predicts small gains for MPs to the left of labour. 

the continuing growth of wealth inequality

horsemouth predicts the continuing growth of wealth inequality (aka. the poor will get poorer). he predicts the failure of the political class to get to grips with the economic changes coming down the pipe and he predicts their continued survival because of the nature of first past the post (though to be honest proportional representation would achieve almost exactly the same result). 

he expects things to be properly shit for the youth (sorry youth). 

his plan is to hide in the hills and grow potatoes. 

after a slightly cloud start it is a bright and beautiful morning out here. his mum is off to ewyas harold later (is it?) courtesy of dore community transport. 

horsemouth will go out in a bit and do the watering. 


Sunday, 18 May 2025

sunday - well we shall see (shan't we)

saturday

a walk up the hill. a can of some brewdog thing (tasty but not politically correct).  in the afternoon zoom beer with howard (while he was eating his dinner - veggie pie and mash). 

the sheep are back (ewes and lambs). 

his mum was looking into getting more chickens. there's an adopt an ex-battery hen scheme but it looks a bit official. 

in the morning a dust up between crows and a buzzard. the buzzard had either killed or found the corpse of a young rabbit, the crows chased it off to spoil its fun.

horsemouth did more watering. he's run out of compost so he can't pot out any more plants until he gets some (granted he can re-use the compost in the pots that didn't come up). he's planted some more runner beans in pots - looks like two have come up so far (woo-hoo). 

his mum wants to get more potatoes (and some tomatoes). 

sunday

well we shall see (shan't we). 

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why global warming may result in the UK getting colder and drier

the argument is that global warming is causing the atlantic meridional overturning circulation to weaken.

'this weakening would reduce average air temperatures over scandinavia, great britain, and ireland, because these regions are warmed by the north atlantic current... 

a collapse would substantially lower the average temperature and amount of rain and snowfall in europe. it may also raise the frequency of extreme weather events and have other severe effects.

a 2020 study assessed the effects of an AMOC collapse on farming and food production in great britain.... an average temperature drop of 3.4 °C (6.1 °F) after the effect of warming was subtracted from collapse-induced cooling. a collapse of the AMOC would also lower rainfall during the growing season by around 123 mm (4.8 in), which would in turn reduce the area of land suitable for arable farming from 32% to 7%.' 

so you can see why horsemouth would worry about these sort of things. 

and yet he has survived again. 

next week: 

wednesday evening the first meeting of the communal endeavour of this season with the game of thrones (election of the officers). 

thursday bell-ringing

saturday an incredibly brief visit to the wen followed by a return to the wilds on the sunday. (let's see if that works). 

week after abbey rota. 

Saturday, 17 May 2025

in which scholem and borges meet to discuss the golem

 'if it had been possible to build the tower of babel without climbing it, it would have been allowed' 

- franz kafka, 19 November 1917. (a variant on this aphorism was published in parables and paradoxes in 1946). 

and in 1969 scholem and borges met to discuss the golem in israel - so says the alberto manguel (which is going well). 

alberto manguel packing my library / unpacking my library walter benjamin

yesterday horsemouth walked over to ewyas harold to buy some fakemeat, baked beans and cheese (and the hereford times). the weather is absolutely gorgeous (and will be for the next week or so) until friday 23rd when it just starts raining more. 

today probably a wander up the hill to deliver eggs. 

plantwatch

looks like the nasturtiums in the pots are on their way to flowering. the nasturtiums and buttercups round the raised beds have flowered and look good together. 

horsemouth has planted more beetroot seedlings and some spring onion seeds. the runner beans are climbing up the poles.

the broad bean plant and the marrows? no real improvement.

the peas in the raised beds are looking more cheerful.

a few stray potato plants are growing here and there. 

the gooseberries are well on their way and the plums and damsons have begun. 

there are some (small) peppers on one of the pepper plants in the conservatory. he has some pepper plant seedlings growing  in the greenhouse. 

his mum was asking where the potatoes should be planted, horsemouth is unsure, he's running out of space even though not that much is coming up yet. 

very little that he has planted directly as seed seems to be coming up but the stuff that he starts in the green house seems to be doing ok. 

it has been a very dry spring with little rainfall. the water butts round the house are empty, horsemouth will probably have to use commons water to get him through to when it starts raining again. 

hazelnuts - horsemouth thinks there will be a few. 

there are (of course) many more things growing but they are not edible and horsemouth doesn't know the names of them. 

Friday, 16 May 2025

to reconfigure people’s notions of the world music (to reactivate the sediments)

so horsemouth recently wrote on substack a piece on his graphical choices when he was in his fake brooklyn afrobeat band bush house (roughly 1988 to 1995)

he did this under the title (and subtitle). 

to reconfigure people’s notions of the world (and thus of world music)

as horsemouth could have perhaps said more clearly the distortions required to fit the surface of a globe onto a  flat 2D map create (or encourage) a number of  political distortions in our understanding of the world.

horsemouth was interested in inverting the world map to put the south at the top (to make the global 'south' politically more important), and in the peters projection that showed continents and countries at their proportionate size (this also serves to make the global 'south' politically more important).

the second was certainly the argument the new internationalist was making when it published the peters projection map.  

horsemouth was interested in this because it fits into his understandings of music and politics and how they relate. it fits with his need to undermine world music as marketing category, to turn it on its head and set it on its feet. 

when horsemouth came to london and started hanging out with anarchist types in the early eighties  it was soon made clear to him that only two types of music were really acceptable - punk (preferably anarcho-punk) and reggae. the rest of it was commercial 'product' and ideologically suspect. 

only in punk and reggae were the correct fusion of politics and music held to occur. 

later on hip-hop started to happen (this was acceptable too - up to a point). later house music started to happen (this was acceptable too). 

later on lots of things happened. 

horsemouth (ever the contrarian) became interested in african guitar music - starting with king sunny ade. he was fascinated that you could have a band with so many guitarists in it without there being murders.  he was fascinated by the way that foregrounding the interplay of rhythms made this possible. he heard this as very democratic. in this he was probably mistaken.

politics at the level of process/ politics at the level of the globe. 

meanwhile if rhodesia had fallen (to become zimbabwe) but apartheid in south africa was still dragging on interminably. the releasers of compilation albums from these countries (how horsemouth heard this stuff) were not above playing up the political aspect - rhythms of resistance was one album title of south african music, take cover the title of another from zimbabwe. and then there was thomas mapfumo. 

the music seemed politically engaged but also dance music. uniting people. 

horsemouth became interested in learning how to play this music. he studied (very briefly) with noted african guitar teacher folo graff and jenako arts in hackney. there were lots of people in hackney at that time (in the post paul simon graceland moment) trying to make that fusion (and most of them were in folo's class). 

and he formed his own anarcho-punk band playing this sort of stuff.  

but lets be clear about this. it was an anarcho-punk band, what they were  singing was agitational propaganda  and intended to be played at benefit gigs for anarchist-type causes. 

because punk had limited musical means it was often open to a bit of thievery from other musical genres - think of that relationship with reggae and dub, the clash's sandinista, blondie's rapture, a certain ratio, 23 skidoo...

phase one: the band form

the first time he recorded with ross and andy they did a cassette of 3 songs - a punk one, an on-u soundish dubby hip-hop one, and a (somewhat dull and derivative) soca. there was a kind of minuteman/ firehose thing going on too. 

however horsemouth's enthusiasm for this sort of material was not enough to sustain his fellow band members (particularly when the band expanded out to include noma on vocals and pete on percussion). 

once the initial excitement of being in a band, playing gigs and recording wore off the rest of the band's interest in playing this sort of material did too.

horsemouth did his level best to find a way through but ultimately he was defeated. 

meanwhile hip-hop had really started to happen for anarcho types with the message, white lines  and public enemy,  house music and raving had happened. the whole sampled, sequenced music thing was happening and by 1993 jungle and drum and bass were happening. 

phase two: the band began their dalliance with the machines

in this phase horsemouth was closest to what was going on in the wider culture. sampling had given people access to a wider range of musics within the fields of house music and hip-hop, there was coldcut sampling ofra haza for eric b and rakim's paid in full, there was fundamental, there was transglobal underground, there was afro-celt sound system, there was jah wobble's invaders of the heart, there was the rai of rachid baba and the bhangra of bally sagoo. there was mory kante's yeke yeke. 

but still they couldn't make it happen and ultimately you only have a certain amount of time to make it happen. 

and horsemouth fell out of love with his original inspiration because he could not make it happen. 

later there was the asian underground, the seeding of the world with electronic dance musics, hip-hops and dancehalls. 

the temptation is always to arrange the elements of the story in the light of the way it turned out rather than in the light of how people saw it at the time, the potential in that moment.  

but let us reactivate the sediments of that original inspiration. 

Thursday, 15 May 2025

horsemouth back in town for the solstice (books, glorious books)

'at 10 morrell called and we walked down to cabalva where the river was to be netted for salmon. it was bitterly cold when we started but the day soon began to mend, and the afternoon turned out brilliantly beautiful.'  - kilvert, diaries, 15th may 1871. 

kilvert waxes lyrical. almost two full pages of description. but the truth is that description of nature isn't kilvert's strong point. 

7.15am. hail the binmen! (in a bit remind horsemouth to go down and pick up the bin). here it's a greyish morning (horsemouth is not sure why). 

woo-hoo! looks like horsemouth will be back in town for the solstice (21st june) out at least until friday 27th and possibly stretching it out over  the leigh folk festival weekend  (28th and 29th). 

but before that he's back for a lightning visit on the 24th and 25th of may to see soft white underbelly.  sadly he doesn't think he can hang around to do any socialising. he doesn't think he can transport many possessions on either occasion. 

the one extension is dependent upon the success of the other. 

next meeting of the communal endeavour is in a week's time. horsemouth has already started worrying about it. indeed it was making him grumpy.  he's checked things are proceeding keenly and the membership of the central committee of the communal endeavour is remaining roughly the same. 

outrage! golden valley parkway  doesn’t get a mention in the county’s new transport plan! 

right now horsemouth would probably settle for buses that ran on sundays and bank holidays. 

the manguel packing my library is going well

horsemouth faces the same problem of (re)moving his library, his record collection and his musical instrument collection from the wen to the wilds (for manguel it is from the french countryside to new york). horsemouth has already attempted some removal piecemeal but that clearly won't do it.  

further he faces the problem of storage once he gets them here. he needs to either re-purpose some shelves or get some new shelves built. 


Wednesday, 14 May 2025

a visit to abergavenny (books, libraries, old barns, gardens)


excellent!
someone horsemouth met through this internet lark has an album out and they've been interviewed.

go buy it! (anyone who namechecks space is deep...)

'I thought that once the books found their place, I would find mine. I was to be proved wrong.' 

- alberto mangel, packing my library: an elegy and ten digressions.

horsemouth is back from a visit to abergavenny 

the first he has made since he has been back in the wilderness. 

it is a surprisingly pretty town and it was a bright sunshine-y day.

he used the semi-legendary 442 bus via abbeydore, longtown, pandy inn etc.). the journey took the better part of an hour (1hr 12 mins).  when he got there he raided the second hand books section of every charity shop he could find. (regrettably he missed out the town's actual second hand book shop near the bus station). he also made time to go up to the castle and look at the town museum. 

it looks like he wasn't needed for his meeting after all. horsemouth will be sorry to say goodbye to all that (but it looks like he is not needed). 

accessions diary

- a nietzsche reader, selected and translated by r.j. hollingdale - one squid. horsemouth has various other neitzsches that he should get on and read (er. but they're not here, so...)

- han kang, human acts - one squid. author of the vegetarian. 

- john williams, butcher's crossing- one squid

- alberto manguel, packing my library -  one squid (should've been two but the assistant took pity on horsemouth)

the manguel, so far, features all the right things, books, libraries, old barns, gardens. 

Tuesday, 13 May 2025

after london (ecological succession)

'started for clyro by the usual 8.42 train...' - kilvert, diaries, 13th may 1871. 

kilvert is back in his parish. you can sense he's glad to be back. 

the railway brings him back. the last part of the journey on the railway that used to run between hereford and hay. the one that no longer runs and is replaced by a bus service (and that bus service is replaced by yet another bus service on sundays and bank holidays).

this at least horsemouth hopes. he has plans to make use of it.  a bus on a sunday? have you any idea how rare that is in herefordshire?

herefordshire (as horsemouth is fond of remarking) used to have 50 railway stations. now it has four. 

there is however a network of bus services running on a variety of multi-tasking timetables. horsemouth has a plan to attempt to use the local bus service to get to abergavenny, do some charity shop shopping, and come back. 

for a little while he thought there was a gig on in abergavenny but it turned out to be in aberystwyth (which is literally the other side of the country). 

wish him luck. (it should work ok - and if it doesn't there's a plan b aka. another bus).

he may be doing this or he may be doing a meeting. 

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horsemouth is out in the wilds. he's waiting for a thunderstorm to arrive. 

'thunder blossoms gorgeously above our heads [...] bleeding rain / dripping rain like golden honey.’ - jean toomer

plenty of thunder (but no rain as yet). 

horsemouth has become very fond of the cover of a hardback edition of after london aka. wild england by richard jefferies. this is one of the great eco-collapse/ everything goes back to nature novels. or rather the first few chapters are, thereafter it all goes a bit rubbish (sad to say but it's true).

'in the castle yard at longtover may still be seen the bones of an elephant which was found dying in the woods near that spot.' 

look at those blues. looks at that green. look at the gold. look at the texture of the binding. 

it begins with an interest in ecological succession - how species compositions change in an ecological community over time, in particular secondary succession, occurring after a disturbance such as fire or habitat destruction. 


horsemouth is interested in the concept of after london now that it seems he may be living it.

Monday, 12 May 2025

the first of the nasturtiums (last of the mohicans)

'my mother's birthday. I gave her a travelling brass inkstand. please god that she may be long spared to us.' -  kilvert, diaries, 12th may 1871. 

the first of the nasturtiums has flowered (horsemouth is delighted). 

it is the afternoon of the 11th when horsemouth types this. he is waiting for a thunderstorm (you know how that feels). 

and now it is raining outside (horsemouth had kind of forgotten how that felt).

still it will be good for the garden. 

he has just put up a substack post most of which he  wrote two years ago. 

in it  he thinks about how retiring has altered his writing (comparing it  to how he used to read, write and research while he was still working). 

work used to give him structure and distractions. it would divide up his day.  it gave him time to read, time to right and time to make notes.  it also gave him access to university libraries (as well as second hand bookshops). 

look at him. he looks like a government leaflet. 




ok after a brief check on his energy provider's website horsemouth has  been paying upfront on a monthly direct debit for the gas and the electric at the house (and recovering other people's share of the costs from them) since april 2021. 

he was  also responsible for the gas and electric before that but he can't remember who that was with so he can't tell how long that was for. if he were at home he could look up the old bills because he has probably kept them.

it has been suggested to horsemouth that he should take over the broadband (or rather that someone else should take over responsibility for the broadband other than the person who currently does it). as horsemouth is moving out he does not think this is a good idea if it's him. he does not mind if someone else wants to take it on.  


Sunday, 11 May 2025

no TV last night (not even the news)

11th may 1871. no kilvert.

horsemouth has dipped in to england, bloody england by lesley hazleton (less an expatriate's return than an emigration memoir from the late 80ies - portions of it appeared in tikkun and the new york times, can that be right? ok yes tikkun not tiqqun and not tikkun olam either.)

on the back cover there she is with 80ies shoulder pads,  glasses and hair. in the first few chapters she's wandering round liverpool 8 - so rough and benighted it doesn't even have a name. toxteth, next door, toxteth you've heard of. 

mostly it is a moaning on about the english and english 'coldness' and the class system and the industrial decay and the dry rot. horsemouth thought it might be interesting to compare people complaining about the country and leaving then and now. 

horsemouth wandered up the hill to deliver eggs and then he did zoom beers with howard. the topics of conversation escape him for the moment. ok no sapphire and steel they discussed, howard still has some left to watch. 

this morning a cooler, duller morning (so far). ok no it is brightening up. later a thunderstorm (allegedly). thunderstorm this evening (and tomorrow evening possibly).

a friend has done the hereford way walk up to peterchurch. apparently it was not all plain sailing but with the aid of a map and a geolocation app they made it. (horsemouth, as you know, is planning a walk back from nearby vowchurch). 

no TV last night (not even the news). 

today is the anniversary of the release of space ritual by hawkwind one of the all time great space rock albums. 

Saturday, 10 May 2025

life after london (horsemouth suspects)

10th may 1871 kilvert is being scandalised by one mr. winthrop.

'mr. winthrop anxious to refute all high-church arguments and repudiate all high-church tendencies , threw over the church altogether... he said a man became a clergyman just as he became a gardener, by taking up that particular line of life.' 

horsemouth has already detached from the world of work

he is preparing to detach from the world of the communal endeavour 

it will be very strange not to have it to think about (horsemouth thinks) 

he has laboured long and hard but circumstances have changed and it is time to move on to the next thing. 

horsemouth will be moving from the wen to the wilderness

- is that an actual wilderness or a metaphorical one? 

- a literal actual one (horsemouth has done metaphorical wildernesses before in relation to the communal endeavour and maybe he will do again). 

- is this life after london or a sojourn?

- this is (horsemouth suspects) life after london

another friend is thinking of moving out (citing 'random monster rent rises') and has asked for advice. horsemouth is still in the middle of it and so has no advice to give.  it sounds like the friend has options (that may be the problem). 

from tuesday it looks like the weather is good (until then it is a bit changeable). 

after some sapphire and steel horsemouth listened to the dave webb show on new river radio (music from the ambient dub swamps). 

it is the one year anniversary of the installation of  the raised vegetable beds. we have entered into the bright quarter of the year (the 13 weeks surrounding the summer solstice).    

Friday, 9 May 2025

travel arrangements and the firing of bells

'what a change in the weather from yesterday!' - kilvert's diary, 9th may 1871

it's a coolish morning out in the wilds. horsemouth has been out to unleash the chickens and moved the broken legged chicken down to the old garden. rabbits frolic. no sheep. there's a woodpecker on the bird-feeder.

only one broad bean plant seems to have come up (so far). horsemouth is debating where to put it. the beetroot and the sweet-peas seem to be doing well. he's planted out about half the beetroot that has come up so far. 

the delivery from TESCO has just been. so far it has all been utterly painless.  the  cost of a delivery compares favourably with the cost of getting a bus into town. 

and today (as it will be) mum wants to go into town. horsemouth will probably go too (there may be books to be bought etc. - ok there's a second hand bookshop down a side street he hasn't tried yet). 

ok so horsemouth is thinking about getting back to the wilds of herefordshire from the soft white underbelly gig in london on saturday the 24th. 

the sunday/ bank holiday monday conundrum

now the 25th is a sunday so pretty much no buses and the 26th is the late spring bank holiday  so pretty much no buses. the online timetable shows buses running on the 26th but horsemouth does not believe it and uk.gov says the 26th is definitely a bank holiday. and horsemouth knows there are no buses on bank holidays round here (he has been caught before). 

how about walking it?

hereford to abbeydore is a mere 12 miles on the A465. (so a mere 4 hours by shanks's pony)

but there does seem to be a bus that runs sundays and bank holidays (to hay-on-wye) via vowchurch - now vowchurch (on that route) is a mere five miles (or so - if horsemouth can get dropped off at the turning for the croft onto the B4347) from horsemouth's.  so the best part of two hours. 

further his brother has left behind an ordinance survey map of the neighbourhood which indicates that there is a path that is not the road (though horsemouth may not trust his map reading skills enough to take it).  the vowchurch junction he is familiar with once he gets to bacton he definitely knows where he is. 

horsemouth has also discovered there's a 426 bus to sutton st. nicholas from hereford so visiting his friend richard wildhare is possible. 

last night at the bell-ringing a discussion of the firing of bells where they are all rung simultaneously (as recently done for VE day) which strikes horsemouth as a very difficult thing to do. horsemouth is making progress (he is relieved to say)

Thursday, 8 May 2025

'... a damsel with a dulcimer (in a vision once I saw)...'


'... a damsel with a dulcimer 
in a vision once I saw
it was an abyssinian maid
and on her dulcimer she played, 
singing of mount abora...'


ok it's just become the afternoon of the 7th. horsemouth will be away delivering eggs in a little while. (he is indebted to myk for the coleridge quotation). 

as a kid horsemouth learned the first stanza of kubla khan  (and later he learned the story of its writing). 

'in xanadu did kubla khan
a stately pleasure-dome decree:
where alph, the sacred river, ran
through caverns measureless to man
     down to a sunless sea...'

later still he heard rush play xanadu  on tommy vance's friday night rock show. 

'for he on honey-dew hath fed,
and drank the milk of paradise.'

still the damsel with a dulcimer bit is new to him. 

tommy vance crops up in slade in flame (which really is a very good film). the band bicker their way up far enough to be noticed and then are taken on to the top. they then fall apart at the optimum moment. 
 


it's the anniversary of cecil mcbee recording mutima in white plains, new york in 1974. it's another one of those releases on the great strata-east label

later the bell-ringing. in the middle more gardening. 




 

Wednesday, 7 May 2025

how is horsemouth spending his time in the wilderness?

a golden glow from 2022. the photo is one of howard in the wilds (a long time ago).

how is horsemouth spending his time in the wilderness? 

he listened to a radio show on the incredible string band (well it was on mixcloud) allegedly out of newfoundland. he watched part of a documentary on sparklehorse. he watched a few clips on townes van zandt associate (and all around nutter) blake foley

he went for a walk on the common and he snoozed. he watered plants (and planted out more of the runner beans). he considered planting out the marrows. there are some beetroot and cucumbers to go out as well. 

in a bit he will be off outside to do the watering. he has planted out all bar one of the runner beans, the marrows and the remaining nasturtiums mostly in the raised beds.  he has onion seeds and carrot seeds to go in. 

great! another fucking banking meltdown. every time he tries to deal with these people it is just a fucking nightmare. hopefully no major harm has been done. horsemouth doesn't like them and wants to get away from them as soon as possible. he views them as a liability (if not an actual danger).  

he's drinking beer to calm himself down. 

it's the next morning. it's an eggs day. 

tomorrow morning a TESCOs delivery hopefully paying for this won't trigger another banking meltdown (horsemouth's nerves may not be able to stand the strain). 


Tuesday, 6 May 2025

metaphysics (the avoidance of)

 'I always thought of metaphysics as a prolonged form of latent madness...' 

- fernando pessoa, the book of disquiet, 6th may 1930. 

6th may 1871 kilvert is in bath. 

horsemouth is back in the wilds. he's had a look round the garden. nothing has died while he was away but the runner bean plants are looking a bit chewed upon (he'll put down some more wood ash after breakfast.  he's just noticed a hazelnut tree outside his window (maybe he can grow some more of those). 

the weather looks good for the next week or so, sunny (but perhaps not as warm as horsemouth would have liked) out til the weekend after next. 

horsemouth pronounces the visit to the wen a success 

he attended his meeting (things go on keenly), he was interviewed and spoke knowledgeably. 

further he got out to visit friends and even managed beers with a few of them and coffees with a few others.  he didn't get to see everyone he wanted to see but hey.

he has dispersed books (a whole two books). he has brought home another box of books (the hugo, flaubert, goncourt, maupassant box) and a raft of other books.

'shall I awaken in another homeland...?  

I am living in venice almost as though it were my own city... 

as though I have been living there a long time. 

centuries and countries... interwoven.'

german expressionist poem made from quotations of aleksandr blok.

it is two years since horsemouth (effectively) moved back to the countryside ('he expects to be up here at least a week').

another beautiful morning out here - he has put the broken-leg chicken in the old garden (where it is fenced in), he caught it halfway down the drive and on its way to the road. over at the main coop there are 6 chickens left. 

Monday, 5 May 2025

horsemouth is travelling hopefully (the better to arrive)

well here it is. the first train (1548) was cancelled so horsemouth is on the 1648. so far it all looks like it is going to work (but there is a 45 minute layover at some point). 

sunday morning

10.20 meeting with myk. near hackney city farm. it was colder than the day before and there was a distinct nip in the air. they sat (or leaned) in the park and talked. then they went and got a coffee in the little georgian place (where the occupied library used to be - one of three). they discussed the changing city and what they remembered of jacques camatte (oh and myk mentioned reading c.j.sansom). then horsemouth got a call from minty so they went up to meet him  at the top of broadway market. 

they (myk, minty, horsemouth) then did a circuit of london fields before myk headed home and minty and horsemouth dived off in the direction of lisa's. they had a quick look in the book-box near hers (no joy). 

horsemouth carried on to his where, after a brief restorative feast, he set off for clapton railway station at about 1410. he was towing the wheelie-bin but he decided against bringing another guitar back with him or another grab bag of books. 

sadly when he got to paddlingpool station the train had been cancelled (due to lack of staff). people going to swansea were more disadvantaged - there was a trackside fire - they were being advised to get to bristol and then there would be transport options from there. 

anyway horsemouth waited the hour and then got the 1648 train out. it runs as far as great malvern but horsemouth may get off at worcester foregate street because there are more food options from there. broadly it's 2 hours to worcester, 1 hour further on to hereford but there's a pesky 45 minute break in the journey to be sat out somewhere. 

anyway he's due into hereford at 2032. (so if that happens he will report it here). 

the visit

monday - travel

tuesday - TG in the morning. 

wednesday - annual meeting of the communal endeavour. peter, enza, lianne, colin, james, jamie, paddy, liam, the media people from the CCH (kasia and sebastian was it?), peri, sam, lethal. if horsemouth saw you and he has failed to mention you he apologises. 

afterwards the pub with james and colin and later lethal and peter. lianne was there briefly. 

thursday a day of recovery

friday - london fields but he couldn't see anybody around (or at least anyone he knew) then a phone call from TG and they went over the filter beds. 

saturday - up to howard's. chat in the garden and then to the pub with pizza. 

sunday - myk and minty round various parks and then away by train. 

horsemouth is back. the plants seem ok. (in fact they are growing well).  

Sunday, 4 May 2025

horsemouth was out east (dancecrasher)

we start with the last photo taken.

horsemouth out east enjoying a pint like a sensible human being. it has become a bit more overcast and horsemouth and howard have attempted to move to a bench that is in the sun to stay warm. 

howard had his bluetooth speaker with him (and his phone - naturally) and they were at this point listening to public image by public image limited (horsemouth's choice). earlier they had a been on a scientist inflected dub mission.  (voodoo curse etc.)

the music selection had been inspired by the strangler's golden brown being played in the pub.  howard had chosen kraftwerk's the model. 

soon they would move inside the pub for a last half. 

here we see howard and horsemouth at an earlier stage in the proceedings

earlier they had been eating pizza (a margherita and a vegetarian). earlier still they had been back at howard's - horsemouth had brought along two chocolate hazelnut croissants and they had sat out in the back garden and consumed them with cups of tea.  

and here we see horsemouth acting the goat. 

in the bar there was a huge dog. the locals (gingerley) made friends. 

outside (as you can see) it was very beautiful. 

later the sun hid behind the clouds and it grew colder. howard moved out of the shade into the sunshine. 

this morning

horsemouth is off to near hackney city farm to meet up with myk. he doesn't know if he'll manage to get in a visit with minty yet. 

later the journey home. it's supposed to be cooler today (which for the journey home will be a blessing). 

Saturday, 3 May 2025

books, films, gigs, events - april 2025

books 

- eugenie grandet (balzac)

- thoreau's journal, kafka's journal, kilvert's journal,  fernando pessoa, the book of disquiet, the reverend poole's journal  (as and when)

- claire bishop, information overload: the superabundance of research based art in art forum april 2023.  

- daily torygraph article on the accuracy of EPCs (energy performance certificates)

-thomas de quincey, the theban sphinx.  the ceasars, recollections of the lakes and the lakeland poets (part)

-  an essay on walter j.c. murray. by tom wareham

- 'to the success of our hopeless struggle: the many lives of the soviet dissident movement' (part)

films

- escape to a french fishing port (part 6), roger barnes

-  a brother to the ox, fred kitchen

- a song of summer (ken russell)

-  radio 4 like and subscribe a show on youtube

- bookpilled is back reviewing a pile of books and outlaw bookseller is reviewing the great english catastrophe novel. 

- nightfall and circles of danger (jacques tourneur) 

-  andy edwards (pretty much just the music stuff)

-  R4 doc on ronald blythe's 'every returning day: the pleasure of diaries'

- two episodes of 'science fiction in the atomic age'  on sky arts 

- a film from leeds beckett university about deep home retrofits and the accuracy of EPCs (energy performance certificates)

- orwell on jura

gigs alula down (great malvern)

events  his brother's daughter's 21st birthday celebration, chloe published an actual physical fanzine,  death of michael hurley.

why don't you just switch off your laptop and go and do something less boring instead?

'someone, I tell you, in another time will remember us...'  

- sappho (horsemouth would, of course, punctuate it differently). 

sten seems a more cheerful beast than when horsemouth last visited. he is singing the praises of the blogging, as a task that can be done (but not finished). 

in the morning of the friday horsemouth went out to the aldi bookbox (no joy) and then back through millenium parks. thereafter he snoozed in the chair upstairs for a while.  

he wandered out to london fields but he couldn't see anybody around (or at least anyone he knew). he read a little of eugĂ©nie grandet - the father has discovered the gold is gone. then he got a phone call from TG and they went over the filter beds. there are photos (at horsemouth's instigation). 

today (as will be) a visit with howard. 12.00 way out east. 

horsemouth had forgotten to do his read, watched, gone to list for april.  when he put it together it was surprisingly decent. 


Friday, 2 May 2025

zibaldone (what do you want us to do about it?)

new day (new word)

so horsemouth put the mop around a little. it was a hot day outside. he mopped the kitchen floor and his bit of the corridor, just outside the toilet and round what was easy to get at on the ground floor. everything was very dusty. everything was very dirty. everything was very sticky. 

later he went out for a walk around vicky park. 

right now he is cooking some pasta for his tea. (he just had some - delicious).

he watched a sapphire and steel series about a whodunnit on the summer solstice.

curiously this led repressed material from the annual meeting of the communal endeavour to surface.

what do you want us to do about it?

was the best question of the evening and would probably have been a good question to ask of those attempting to re-litigate the purchase of flats (they were against it at the time, but not sufficiently so at the time to actually stop it). 

so the flats were bought. 

so what do you want us to do about it?

well clearly they want us to get in the tardis and go back in time and not buy the flats. 

horsemouth is glad to have been involved in getting the flats bought because flats that were bought house people better than flats that weren't bought. horsemouth is a great believer in facts on the ground. 

but you see what horsemouth is doing here? he's lying in his bed late at night re-litigating the annual meeting of the communal endeavour. 

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it's another beautiful morning. the bin-lorries are clanking their way around the town. horsemouth has his coffee but he has no plan for the day.