The wide open spaces of Mr. Callahan

This cover looks after American naturalism anno 1927 made. With a touch of William Turner. The echo of such spaces in the songs and traveling on horseback singers should be trained in the casualness. One must also not thrilled and can make snap at the foot of the mountain, and, as it were that simple, just look! This voice, said a friend, was only just getting used to. He probably thought at the first notes of Lee Marvin Bassgegrummel his hit on einenen wandering star. Now, I know Bill Callahan singing and mumbling since his early album The Doctor Came At Midnight. When he was on the road Smog still for a decade, under the name. The first-person narrator of these songs are classic drifter, seekers, love, life and death prospects, and draw their own conclusions. They are thankfully devoid of grandeur, no redemption fanatics make use of a simple language, laconic humor, double bottoms. In the first song of the new album Bill sitting (we call the narrator simply Bill!) In a bar, and looks like he noticed through the window that does not exist. He notes that the only words that he had spoken all day long, beer and thank you were. Succinctly, you mean? The banality of life? You could not be more wrong. The everyday and the existential lie in these songs often deal only one oblique tone, a colliding guitar sound and a rotation of the words. "All I want to do is to make love to you in the fertile dirt, in the fertile dirt, with a careless mind". From the first to the last note, these are a masterpiece, full of wonderful stories. No superfluous word, no supernumerary sound, finely interwoven flute and violin sounds that give the whole a touch of Folkjazzigkeit, a great sense of humor that is so quiet that one could almost hear him. (And wonderful that the work, resp. My vinyl edition all texts enclosed!)