'... as soon as the first sounds began...'

yesterday was georgia faun day (in particular the afternoon). 

it was the anniversary of marion brown recording the first album in his georgia trilogy in 1970. (this is the great thing about jazz albums, they were recorded on particular days)

'... as soon as the first sounds began and we knew we were recording, everyone was in it and totally listening to one another—listening to the sounds that the others were making and always putting something in that complimented the other sound or contrasted the other sound one way or the other...'

- chick corea, afternoon of a georgia faun wikipedia entry. 

this is the album in the trilogy that horsemouth does not own. he has the others (sweet earth flying and geechee recollections) on a double CD. 

horsemouth himself collected snail mail addresses of his friends so that he could post out copies of the far future village band stories (in this case chapters one, two, and three). he chatted with iona online. 

he will get on with all of this today as part of his visit to the village. 

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'it is necessary, to recreate a world that conforms to one's interior image, and to do it systematically' - jean-pierre melville.

horsemouth is up. it is a greyish morning of low cloud. he has put the milk in the garage and fed the chickens. he has a slight headache. he has picked the last of the broad beans for this crop. the runner beans are a roaring success (everything else less so).