I’m New Here

Smog

Like the best short stories, this feels incomplete until you realize it’s like a kaleidoscope and you need to keep the rotating the chamber. Even though he’s likely up to nefarious things, I love this unreliable narrator who begins with no, no, no, no — probably saying it to himself or to this endless cycle he’s in. No matter how far wrong you’ve gone, you can always turn around Bill Callahan’s like the Jim Jarmusch of music — even with all the acclaim, he’s still underrated. This song was covered by the great Gil Scott-Heron.

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