My second comic in this series takes me back to 2011 and Bill Callahan’s sublime ‘Apocalypse’. This is another one of those albums that I got to know so well in such a brief time that it gives me an intense sensory memory – an almost tangible evocation of a moment in time.
2011 was a difficult year, yet I have many fond memories of it. I was out of work, and as a result going through an identity crisis of some kind. My creative drive was faltering, and I had no idea where to look to find purpose.
I was diagnosed with depression that summer, and at the time believed strongly this was as a direct result and symptom of unemployment, as opposed to a more nuanced, cyclical flow of causality. This naivety has had ramifications for the years that follow, but was also the start of a journey back to the creativity that I had always define myself. Or perhaps a new, more focused incarnation of that impulse.
I can genuinely say that ‘Apocalypse’ is an album that helped be through this particular rut, and I will always have a deep fondness for it.
