Historically, Bill Callahan has carried the Smog banner with intentions of converting the unknowing losers out there amongst us into followers of his sad procession. Truths: 1) The discovery that pleasure and enjoyment can be found in self-loathing and pity has been the firm foundation of many a Smog album. 2) The certainty that love will eventually be eclipsed by hatred or obsession makes it that much easier to stay in bed all day long and fabricate tales of love and loss. 3) Words are worth more when not spoken.
The Smog of today, however, is toying with the idea of reentering society as a caring, loving, responsible, and above all, happy individual. Still unable to face all of the harsh vulgarities of our modern society, Callahan decides to move to the country in search of the simple life with a goat and a monkey. He befriends a tall, captivating woman to whom he can release his thoughts. The tall grass becomes his home. Apart from a few desolate minutes (including a duet of sorts with Loren MazzaCane Connors) in which Callahan recalls those suffocating thoughts from the past, this is Smog at its most content and satisfied.
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