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I dremt that PITCHFORK asked me to review a remixed reissue of HORSES by PATTI SMITH.
Naturally I gave it a mark so high that Scott Plagenhoef's less famous and possibly imaginary brother DALE convened a conference to see if this number even existed. The conference was to be held, as naturally, at the house I grew up in, viz the Queen Anne mansion turned Field Centre PRESTON MONTFORD HALL, where mum and dad had a tiny little flat till I was 12. When I got there no one except Dale had turned up, so we waited out by the long high wall that in the old days separated the little kitchen garden from the bins, leaning on the back gate gazing over the field as it dips undulates and rises towards the steep high riverbank. If you walk to the skyline you can look down at the Severn snaking fatly through Shropshire. My surely inaccurate memory tells me that in one of the years of great cold -- 1963? -- the entire flood plain froze, to the horizon, and all Shropshire came out to skate on it.
The last bit wasn't in the dream, but came into my head the moment I woke.
Naturally I gave it a mark so high that Scott Plagenhoef's less famous and possibly imaginary brother DALE convened a conference to see if this number even existed. The conference was to be held, as naturally, at the house I grew up in, viz the Queen Anne mansion turned Field Centre PRESTON MONTFORD HALL, where mum and dad had a tiny little flat till I was 12. When I got there no one except Dale had turned up, so we waited out by the long high wall that in the old days separated the little kitchen garden from the bins, leaning on the back gate gazing over the field as it dips undulates and rises towards the steep high riverbank. If you walk to the skyline you can look down at the Severn snaking fatly through Shropshire. My surely inaccurate memory tells me that in one of the years of great cold -- 1963? -- the entire flood plain froze, to the horizon, and all Shropshire came out to skate on it.
The last bit wasn't in the dream, but came into my head the moment I woke.
