Jun 17
I saw Smog last night at Johnny Brenda’s. I was leaning against the stage, cuddling the speaker.
Bill Callahan’s voice was just as crystal clear and nonchalantly profound as ever. He’s been doing this shit for 20 years, so he must be 40 or something, but he looks and seems very young.
I went alone, because it was a Tuesday night and everyone had to work the next morning.
There is something thrilling about being alone in a crowd of unknown hipsters, floating between conversations.
I’ve made it a point to do this again soon.
