No one’s talking about the rhyme recycling, heh?

From ‘I Wonder’ – “How many ladies in the house without a spouse? Something in yr blouse got me feeling so aroused, whachoo about?” > “Fuck you and your Hampton house. I’ll fuck your Hampton spouse, came on her Hampton blouse”
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From ‘Good Morning’ – “I’m the fly Malcolm X buy any jeans necessary” > “For my theme song my black leather jeans on, my by any means on”

Normally I wouldn’t want to add to the rapidly expanding (and unfortunately easily dismissed) heap of “How did you miss ______?” or however you want to phrase it, but since you included Wilco, Kurt Vile, Fleet Foxes, and Ryan Adams (+ Youth Lagoon who is kind of singer/songwritery or tries to be), all of whom are certainly in the same ball park as Bill Callahan, how could you possibly leave Apocalypse completely off this list (and even the runners-up)? There’s more complexity both musically and lyrically in those seven songs than at least half of these albums. While I appreciate all of them, I really want to hear a case that says Robin Pecknold, Justin Vernon, Kurt Vile or (perhaps even the closest in talent) Jeff Tweedy are better songwriters or can say more with the same level of elegance as Bill Callahan. And to top it off you’ve got no love for Drag City at all. No Bonnie Prince Billy, no Ty Segall, no CAVE. It’s pretty disappointing.