TAG: Great
Released: March 1995
I’ve gone through more drafts of this review than I have of anything I’ve done, maybe even more than my professional calibers of editing. It’s not really because this album is super hard to talk about — it’s because there’s a lot to say and interpret. I’ve had many listening sessions of this record to the point of having several different and tiny memories for what the album feels like. It’s an actual diary by an emotionally disturbed and incomplete human being. It is the finality of Bill Callahan’s weirdness, its peak, his shaping into musical appropriation. Wild Love is just a bunch of things. Continue reading




It turns out there are plenty of people who believe strongly in their voice, maybe too many, but they stem off into several varieties: protesters, politicians, auctioneers, your boss, disk jockeys, dentists while your mouth is occupied by the awful thing that scrapes particles between the gums and teeth, and the teacher in fifth grade that you believed treated you differently because they were sexist. These roles are infinite. With the present opportunities given to us to use our voices positively or for gain of a cause, movement, or ourselves, we must take advantage of the multiple mirrors to express it and not easily become these completely monotonous roosters. Claire Boucher may know what I am talking about. 