Whelp. Here we are! 1:30 on a Yunnan morning.
Lately I’ve found myself only able to endure the “existential” “biting cynicism” of Bill Callahan’s emotionless Smog tunes. I’m grossed out by the criticism I’ve looked up, which blabs about his misogyny and complexity and some other bullshit that says nothing about the music at all.
I am picking up a humor about alienation and longing for something simple that one doesn’t actually have a practical appreciation for. Wanting something simple and ignoring the fact that you would be bored as shit if it were reality. There are two lyrics from one of his songs that I just can’t step away from - -
all we need is here on earth
about every other day
can’t say anything to his ‘every other day’ idea, but i feel like he’s being an asshole and i appreciate it. and…
oh to live in the country
with a chicken and those other things
goodness. the baritone deadpan, the longing!
i think he has the right idea. it all doesn’t have to be so serious when it is so serious.