Bert Jansch – In the Bleak Mid-Winter
Merry Christmas all.
Merry Christmas all.
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.
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:
One of those things; no reason I can point to. I’ve just been listening to Neutral Milk Hotel’s album In the Aeroplane Over the Sea a lot over the past couple of weeks.
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.
I was a teenage smog / sewn to the sky
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.