SMOG : Floating EP
The very first Smog recordings I heard, & it's this general era of Bill Callahan's long career (who'd have guessed?) that I still hold dearest (not that I spend a lot of time in his company these days - it's a fine line between elegant minimalist restraint & sheer cuticle-chewing bloody tedium afterall...), the Forgotten Foundation album being a particular fav. As usual, it's John Peel's fault. Somewhere, on a dodgy c90 full of dodgy late 90s bands who'd flapped around enough long enough to attract the great man's attentions for a moment or two, I have a crackly recording of "Floating" from this e.p. - no doubt retained because it was exceptionally brief & filled up an awkward gap at the end of a side or summut, but subsequently returned to, obsessed over & eventually tracked down (Drag City back then wasn't the many-tentacled multinational megacorps it is nowadays so that was a more protracted process that you might expect). Bill was still recording onto a busted cassette deck in his bedroom at this point & it's that cheapshit spontaneity that still excites & engages. That & the perpetual twilight suggested by timeless lines like "You looked like Marc Bolan's girlfriend", of course...