no one wants to listen to your music (unless it's good)

the morning (yesterday)

his mum - a phonecall.

horsemouth - a phonecall.

at roughly the same time. 

later horsemouth wandered the eggs up the hill to martin (one small bottle of beer each).

later still - picking, peeling and chopping up apples. 

later still - great! he's found something to be anxious about. 

he watched a little of andy edwards's no one wants to listen to your music 

(ok ok he didn't watch all of it - but he has watched the end and then the beginning). 

that no one wants to listen to your music

this is true. it is remarkably difficult to get people to listen to new music these days. what is horsemouth doing now? is he listening to music he owns on CD but has not listenened to yet? no he's listening to some marion brown (an artist he knows) on youtube (admittedly he doesn't know the track). he listened to a welsh track because a friend recommended it on facebook. then he watched a little of the band live (which was good enough but didn't get him where he lived). 

ah now it has swapped back to sweet earth flying (part 5) which horsemouth knows already. for now horsemouth can't remember if it's muhal richard abrams or paul bley who actually plays it. 

the problem (of course) is that everyone now can have a decent home studio set-up for very little outlay, record their music and then 'release it' on bandcamp. and then... nothing. similarly you can get gigs and play gigs (but so what). 

of course the problem with andy is that he talks some sense (and then he talks some nonsense). 

today's gig is pharoah sanders at the festival musique ouverte de chateauvallon  on this day in 1977. this was round about the time of harvest time but it's not the harvest time band playing these tunes. anyway that is horsemouth's listening for today (should he decide to accept it). 

today a journey into the village to buy loaves of bread. horsemouth was planning a raid on the town to visit the big non-central charity shops and raid them for books (but now he guesses not). 

last night he forgot to lock up the chickens (bad horsemouth) but they seem all to be there (the fox didn't murder them) so all is good.