Bill Callahan should write more books. The baritone poet has already released one, 'Letters To Emma Bowlcut' -- a collection of random thoughts, barely interconnected, collected into a novella. In true Callahan fashion, the book is a delight to read, even if the reader has no fucking clue what he's talking about: the sentences just sound nice. Now, he's releasing 'I Drive a Valence', a book compiling lyrics from seventy of his songs alongside over a hundred original self-inked images. He really is a man of many talents.