Name: Bill Callahan
Start: 2025-04-22T20:00:00-04:00
Location: The Treelawn

AT TREELAWN
Grog Shop presents: Bill Callahan LIVE at Treelawn with Ryan Davis
Tuesday, April 22nd
7pm doors / 8pm show
All Ages
$25 advance / $30 day of show
And were coming out of dreams / And were coming back to dreams is the first thing you hear Bill say as you remake your acquaintance on YTI⅃AƎЯ. Right out the gate, hes standing in two places at once: meeting up with old friends behind the scenes and encountering them on the record, finding himself coming round the bend and then again as someone else on down the line. Like the character actor he played on Gold Record, writing stories about other people, telling jokes about everyone, and in singing them, becoming the songs. You do what youve got to do / To see the picture Bills got a full band sound going on this one, with him and Matt Kinsey on guitars, Emmett Kelly on bass and backing vocals, Sarah Ann Phillips on B3, piano and backing vocals and Jim White on drums. Jim and Matt sing on one song, too, and some other singers come in, too. Bill plays some synth here and there, and Carl Smith drifts in and out of the picture with his contra alto clarinet, as do Mike St. Clair and Derek Phelps on brass. Somehow in between them all, you might think you hear the distant sound of a steel guitar. And you mightbut you might not, too. In this company, Bill continues his journey, tunneling underneath the weathered exterior of what seems to be and into the more nuanced life everything takes on in the dark. With Bills voice making the extraordinary leaps and bounds that measure the lives of the songs, the band follow him through passages that seem to invent themselves; other times playing with deeply soulful grooves and/or desperate intensity, as these moments come and go. Theres nothing they cant do. I wrote this song in five and forever / Im writing it right now Bill sings on Natural Informationan admission of the everyday alchemy hes forever trafficking in. Time passes, triangulating the encounters that went into any one record with two out of any three others, all of it made flesh, new constitution, in our stereo speakers. If every album is its own life, it stands to reason that theyre invariably passing in the night. Cascading images flowing from the stream of consciousness. Turning like pages from the journal, unspeakably personal, then suddenly become tall tales, like a book pulled off the shelf, completely unbound. Headlines flow through. Mirror images, mirthful ones. Bills lyrics strain at the lines on the page, not content to separate the printing of the fact from the myth or be confined to ink on paper. They want to fly free. And they do. I realize now that dreams are real On YTI⅃AƎЯs inner sleeve, alongside his lyrics, Bill celebrates the exhilaration and dread of cover artist Paul Ryans paintings. Pauls another one met up with again down the road, his indelible cover imagery on Apocalypse and Dream River now an axis of meaning in the Callahanian worldand in the bright colors found in these new images, a parallel to Bills recognitions here. A breath of exquisite air as we come up from drowning, sounds like the desired hope for those hearing the songs of YTI⅃AƎЯ.
Sale Dates and Times:
Public Onsale : Wed, 12 Feb 2025 at 10:00 AM