fahey week begins again (and horsemouth is on holiday)

it is the 25th anniversary of john fahey's death (and fahey week begins again)

later on this week horsemouth will produce a fahey discography focusing on the recordings that horsemouth owns. it will be entitled blind joe death to red cross.  

he will try and give them a listen again so that he knows what he is talking about (or typing about). 

in this week you should allow fahey to intrude on your thoughts. from the raw boned and attitudinal youngster to the grand old man of 81 with heart problems and  epstein-barr syndrome. 

fahey was always well-organised when he came to record. said one of his collaborators. others recall that if it didn't go right on the first take you were in for trouble. often it came right regardless. but these recollections conflate fahey at the end of his career and in the middle of his career (in the orchestra period). 

horsemouth is on holiday

indeed he is. there are photos to prove it.

he should make a bigger effort to look happier in them don't you think. 

today a slow start in the morning. then a journey into town. he heard the bells rung at st. magnus the martyr (he thinks, it could have been another nearby church). 

he walked to stepney green arriving early and hid out for a while before ringing up to minty's. 

minty and jacqueline fed him (butterbean chili and taco shells) and then himself and minty headed off towards bethnal green and broadway market in search of second hand books. 

in search of second hand books

horsemouth recommended lewis hyde's trickster makes the world in oxfam bethnal green but the queue was long and this deterred them from buying it. they tried the salvation army bookshop on mare street and minty got a brace of thrillers for bus ride reading. they then cut across to broadway market for a coffee and a further book browse (but proper full price art books this time). 

there was much to admire but horsemouth wasn't feeling it. when he worked second hand books were a reward to himself for labour, materials in a vast research project, now that he is retired, and has moved them to the wilds of hereford, they are kind of a guilty burden. he needs to get on and get shelving for them (so he can get them in his room). he feels he  needs to reconstruct the library before he can add more books to it. 

of course he couldn't explain any of this at the time.  

thereafter they wandered back to minty's block and horsemouth wandered off to get the train back. 

tomorrow evening possibly the beginnings of a plan with myk. 

and in the day...? hmmmn. no real plans yet. 

horsemouth wakes up (the usual paranoia). he's made himself a pot of coffee. it's a greyish morning (but at least it's not raining yet).