Going For A Song: ‘Palimpsest’

Smog – Palimpsest

I ask for your indulgence because I only chose a Smog song a few weeks ago. But ‘Palimpsest’, as Nico’s song did last year, suits this afternoon’s winter’s day.

This is not only because of the lyrics, but because in ‘Palimpsest’ Bill Callahan holds the listener, with a simple repeated guitar figure and the measured drawing out of his words, in a holding pattern as the winter holds; not terrifying and coldly, but careful and still; and together, always, with the anticipation of being let go.

‘Palimpsest’ is from what is, I think, one of my favourite Smog albums – A River Ain’t Too Much To Love.

Other Shows Are Available

I have seen Bob Dylan live. I wasn’t sure at first. I remembered seeing him perhaps at Wembley Stadium, because I had a vague memory of talking with my friend Tim as we made our way out of the gig. But I thought this might have been a dream, a false memory. But no, I was there. I found the ticket stub:

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Going For A Song: ‘Feast Of A Thousand Beasts’

Whitmore & Hoyston – A Feast Of A Thousand Beasts

I was listening to William Elliot Whitmore’s new album, Kilonova, this week; remembered an EP called ‘Hallways of Always’ he recorded with Jenny Hoyston of the band Erase Errata.

The EP doesn’t seem to be included in Whitmore’s discography – and I couldn’t find it on Spotify – so I guess it’s gone out of print or something? Track it down if you can. If memory serves, ‘Feast of A Thousand Beasts’ is the opening track.

Not Gone Forever

Using the Wayback Machine for work this week, I deviated from what I was supposed to be doing to looking up defunct websites. In the process I managed to find this review I had published on the Plan B magazine website. I’d thought it’d gone forever, but no.

I was so pleased when I got this accepted, so pleased. I’ve sometimes thought to try to contact Gracelette, the lives editor at the time, to tell her how much I appreciated her publishing me, and for the much-needed encouragement it, and she, gave me. I never have. But one day maybe she’ll read this.