It has been a while. Bill Callahan’s newest album, Apocalypse, is due out soon. You can find it for download if you’re impatient. It will be worth your impatience. One of the few endorsements of impatience you’ll hear me give.
Gearing up for another move, back to southern Maine for a couple-month stint. Re-orient. Build. Gather & build.
Swirls since last time: Mary Robison, Philip K Dick, Letters to Emma Bowlcut, Pulp, illness, Diane Arbus, Glen Ligon, the Fear, leaning into comfort, Lee Hazlewood,
Lasciate mi morire!
E che volete voiche mi conforte
In cosi dura sorte,
In cosi gran martire? (“Lamento D’Arianna”)
“anxiety, unresolved conflict, partial prophecy, sexual tension, secrets, threat of violence, threat of…[build anticipation]” (from Lewis Robinson’s notes on short stories), the plays theplaystheplays, Vic Chesnutt, constant, drink&drunk®ret, the Stopping, reaping, Say Valley Maker!, the shivering, rationalization, the Only Thing I Don’t Have To Rationalize, the exhale.
And so it comes again, as it could not before.
Smog – Hit the Ground Running
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