late Fall, Silver Lake, The City of Lost Angels. i was washing dishes at Prasada (3818 W Sunset - go!) until kind of late, so by the time i sprinted over to Spaceland, SIX ORGANS OF ADMITTANCE were finished, and Mr. SMOG had already played for quite a spell. to my grateful, silent rejoicing, he & bassist & drummer kept the tap open & poured out several spellbinding numbers though, despite the hour being so late. thank yee thank yee! afterwards, i sallied up to drummer man to inquire who (if anyone) he usually plays with, only to find to my astonishment that this was Mr. Jim WHITE, renowned rhythm-maker for Nick CAVE & DIRTY THREE & CAT POWER's 'Moon Pix' masterpiece! wowza! i then proceeded to corner Mr. Callahan (in as innocuous a way as i was capable) & request a review, which he kindly turned down at the moment. now it is New Year's Eve day, and i can gladly report that what didn't materialize in person has done so via e-mail, so Happy New Year y'all, and in-joy!
(every so often we here at p.m.r. interview a new band - the 5 W's & How?, plus a story about that age-old indie-rock institution, crashing at people's homes on tour.) voila.
who: The names Callahan. Bill Callahan.
what: Smog's the game. And it is the sum of what other people make me. To the point where you can subtract the "me" from that equation.
when: Long about now and 12 or so years hence. But I only just now looked down and noticed my bicycle has no chain!
where: Texas is my roost. From Spicewood to the Congress Bridge. Anywhere they'll have me, in truth.
why: To family is all you can do. And one must make it somehow.
how: Without noticing is the only way to get along.
As a band we would plant the seeds early in the night, dropping hints to the kindliest looking people early. Later there are the people with their shoes on the wrong feet. People who look like they need a floor to sleep on more than you do. Those are usually where we would end up. There was one time we all slept on a living room floor. My back, it gave out the next morning. We had to leave but I couldn't get up. Just there on my back. Some joker handed me my guitar and said sing us a song. I held it for a while with everyone looking at me waiting. I wasn't going to do it. I strummed a few chords and took the deep breath and PING! the disc nosed back into line. We split.
p.m.r. interview #8 with David GRUBBS
p.m.r. interview #7 with CINERAMA
p.m.r. interview #5 with THE JON SPENCER BLUES EXPLOSION
p.m.r. interview #4 with LAIKA
p.m.r. interview #3 with THE mAKE-UP
p.m.r. interview #2 with CORNERSHOP
p.m.r. interview #1 with YO LA TENGO