shimmy she wobble (anaïs)

horsemouth was listening to springtime in azalea city by john fahey. he thinks it could be a stranglers organ instrumental (it also reminds him of a rundown in time was by wishbone ash). 

fahey crops up on arhoolie records mississippi delta blues jam (together with bill barth) under assumed names (r.l. watson and josiah jones respectively). horsemouth probably knew this before but had forgotten. the shimmy she wobble track is on it too (but performed by different people again). 

outside the weather is changeable. horsemouth waits in for a zoom call from howard (when he could have gone out and gone for a walk). howard had not gone to southampton as planned. the did zoom beers as usual.

they discussed the political issues of the day, horsemouth's marrows, and the correct way to pronounce anaïs. 

earlier he was picking the last (nearly) of the gooseberries. hence he is (still) wearing trousers. 

ultimately the berry patch needs sorting out/ pruning back/ access routes cut into it. it is un-useable as it is. most of the fruit has been eaten by the birds or shaken to the ground. they had gooseberry pie for tea though (and it tasted good). 

he's also been out dead heading the sweetpeas (really you should dead head them in a pre-emptory fashion and display the flowers round your home).  it might be time to re-plan and rearrange the flowerpots round the house. 

he watched william freidkin's sorcerer (the one with the tangerine dream soundtrack). it takes a good 20 plus minutes to get to our south american hell-hole, horsemouth thinks this is a defect when compared to the h.g. clouzot original wages of fear. overall though he thinks it's worthy. he saw it on tv as a kid - and later he bought the record of the soundtrack.

he also listened to a R3 drama on the opening up of erik satie's flat after his death (one curiously mixed with jorge luis borges's the aleph). 

today (tomorrow when he writes this) a day with no literary diary references that horsemouth can spot in his usual sources. (except for kafka in 1916, for whom a small bird flies out of a chimney, and then flies away). 

in the night it has rained so horsemouth is excused watering again (except in the green house which he has done).  they seem to be out of ground coffee. horsemouth will have to check if the village shop is open (or do without). 

last night (well, this morning really) a hans bellmerish dream.