Party Ends

   Me and Bill, we go way back. All the way back to high school when I stumbled onto a beat up copy of Rain on Lens at the pawn shop, woozy with gasoline fumes. Back to when there were still perenthesis on Smog, before Sigur Ros made them hip. I fell for the old man voice emenating from that sincere boyish little body, the anvant-garde ambiguity of his lyrics, and the sheer, unrelenting darkness of the overal tone of his music.

(it's funny cause this is a pretty old picture, but he still looks and dresses exactly the same; looks and dresses like a badass, that is)

   Well, I don't know if it was Al Gore, that little elf girl he hangs out with all the time now, or the sun shine of his new hometown, but now Austin based Callahan has completely dropped the Smog moniker and is releasing a full album, Woke on a Whaleheart, using just his name and a whole bunch of love. Due out in April on Drag City, I know John is as excited to see where all this funny business is headed as I am. So mark it on your calendar and keep your ears to the ground, gang for anything new, though what you hear will probably sound something like this:

MP3: Bill Callahan - Diamond Dancer

Or even this, though I just put it here because it's totally awesome:

Video: Smog - I Feel Like the Mother of the World  (featuring Chloe Sevigny not giving a blow job)