Too much as they are 








Is Wallace Stevens in The Tortured Poets Dept? One suspects yes. 

There are resonances and resemblances. In roses picked and figures deployed and the rhetorical space between the object itself and its objectness as metaphor, between substitutive fakes or tricks of the light and the Real Thing. 





    3 Films, 3 Albums

I Saw the TV Glow There are strong shades here of Jane Schoenbrun's earlier We're All Going to the World's Fair and also of Kevin Phillips' Super Dark Times, but it's vastly more coherent than the former and less ultimately impactful than the latter. Its first two acts (1996, 1998) are really engrossing and well-done, the third (2006) more of a mixed bag, the twenty-years-later denouement perplexing, disappointing, or a bit of both. On the whole, though, its particular wavelength of strangeness is appealing; at times tapping into (if not quite articulating) ideas that feel in some sense new and in some sense right. Schoenbrun is making strides both as a storyteller and visual stylist. I look forward to what will come next. 

Abigail A very by-the-numbers, old-fashioned trapped-in-a-haunted-house-(/vampire's-castle) movie, with paper-thin stock caricatures, an overly slick script abounding with cheesy horror-comedy one-liners (esp. puns, of course), an in-theory-poignant but in-practice-just-perfunctory emotional back-story for the Final Girl, and easily foreseeable plot twists paying diminishing returns as it runs out of gas over the last half-hour or so. But if none of these formula components is a deal-breaker per se, it's a reasonably fun diversion made with an amateur's infectious enthusiasm and a professional's basic competence and solid budget. (RIP Angus Cloud, a distinctive talent and presence, gone far too soon.)

Unfrosted If you love Seinfeld (and/or Seinfeld) and hold firmly to the convinction (as I do) that Cabin Boy is one of the funniest films ever made, then this one's for you. Everyone involved is having a ball, clearly, most of all Seinfeld himself, and that pervasive sense of fun and playfulness is infectious enough to compensate when the jokes don't quite land. But most of them do land -- at least if the above criteria apply to your sense of humour. 













                                                            

Billie Eilish, Hit Me Hard and Soft Unbelievably in 2024, there are just ten songs here, most of them quite good or better, namely the first three and last four. The album's middle gets a bit middling and mushy, with a few songs that sound left over from the ho-hum, surprisingly boring Happier than Ever. But (more) happily, the best songs here ("Chihiro," "Lunch," "The Diner") point in a new direction. None sound much at all like When We All Fall Asleep, Where Do We Go?, a masterpiece of precocious youth and goth-pop pleasures distilled like bottled lightning. I would be very surprised if ever she were to make a more viscerally exciting album, or just a better one; but HMHAS – unlike HTE – restores faith that she is highly likely to keep making good and interesting albums, and the latter may matter more actually, because boring really doesn't suit her at all. 

Ariana Grande, Eternal Sunshine Hit Me Hard and Soft would've been an apt title for any of the three of AG's great albums, i.e., 2016's Dangerous Woman (now classic, if it wasn't so instantly), 2018's Sweetener (spottier but terrific), 2019's Thank U, Next (to my tastes her best to date). This new one just hits soft, though in so doing it leaves more of an overall impression than did 2020's Positions, which landed like something of an afterthought. 

Dua Lipa, Radical Optimism Sure, it's pretty radical to be optimistic about much of anything in 2024, but that's (thankfully, maybe?) where this album's ostensible radicalism begins and ends. (Which is fine!) Certainly neither the form nor content of Radical Optimism poses any kind of implicit or explicit challenge to anything at all, except for one's ability to sustain a glum mood while listening to it. (Which is great!) To propose another title swap, Eternal Sunshine would've been a perfect name for this one, while Radical Optimism would be a good way of describing that extra, persevering power injected into AG's stronger songs since the trauma of the Manchester concert bombing. Dua Lipa -- whatever her background, biography, or politics (...?) -- is a consummately professional disco diva making slickly polished disco records. If those records will change no one's life, they might at least change the tenor of someone's day. (Which isn't nothing!) What, god knows, we don't need more of in 2024 is over-committed, under-qualified radicals. But we can definitely do with more eternally sunny, professionally committed disco divas. 

Live from New York 












                                                                            

SNL is 50. And I've been watching it for as long as I can remember. 

Here are the twenty-five best musical performances I can recall (albeit with a few conspicuously highly regrettable hosts...) –– some before my time and viewed as re-runs, but most caught live, hence the admitted '90s-forward bias. 

01. Paul Simon with Ladysmith Black Mambazo, "Diamonds on the Soles of Her Shoes" & "The Boy in the Bubble" [at 26:00 and 52:17] (Nov. 22, 1986; host: Robin Williams)

02. Radiohead, "The National Anthem" & "Idioteque" (Oct. 14, 2000; Kate Hudson) 

03. Sinéad O'Connor, "Success Has Made a Failure of Our Home" [at 7:46] & "War" [at 13:30] (Oct. 3, 1992; Tim Robbins) 

04. Hole, "Violet" & "Doll Parts" (Dec. 17, 1994; George Foreman) 

05. Nirvana, "Heart-Shaped Box" & "Rape Me" (Sep. 25, 1993; Charles Barkley) 

06. Sinéad O'Connor, "Three Babies" & "The Last Day of Our Acquaintance" (Sep. 29, 1990; Kyle MacLachlan) 

07. Nirvana, "Smells Like Teen Spirit" & "Territorial Pissings" (Jan. 11, 1992; Rob Morrow)

08. A Tribe Called Quest, "We the People..." & "The Space Program" (Nov. 12, 2016; Dave Chappelle) 

09. Taylor Swift, "All Too Well" (10-minute version) (Nov. 13, 2021; Jonathan Majors) 

10. Robyn, "Call Your Girlfriend" & "Dancing on My Own" (Dec. 10, 2011; Katy Perry) 

11. Rihanna, "Diamonds" & "Stay" (Nov. 10, 2012; Anne Hathaway) 

13. The Cranberries, "Zombie" & "Ode to My Family" (Feb. 25, 1995; George Clooney) 

14. Sia, "Alive" & "Bird Set Free" (Nov. 7, 2015; Donald Trump) 

15. Rage Against the Machine, "Bulls on Parade" (April 13, 1996; Steve Forbes)  

15. Talking Heads, "Take Me to the River" & "Artists Only" (Feb. 10, 1979; Cicely Tyson) 

16. The Bangles, "In Your Room" & "Hazy Shade of Winter" (Dec. 3, 1988; Danny DeVito)

17. Beyoncé, "If I Were a Boy" & "Single Ladies" (Nov. 15, 2008; Paul Rudd) 

18. Rosalia, "Chicken Teriyaki" & "La Fama" (March 22, 2022; Zoë Kravitz) 

19. Fine Young Cannibals, "She Drives Me Crazy" & "Good Thing" (May 13, 1989; Wayne Gretzky) 

20. R.E.M., "The Great Beyond" & "Man on the Moon" (Dec. 11, 1999; Danny DeVito)

21. Kate Bush, "The Man with the Child in His Eyes" & "Them Heavy People" (Dec. 9, 1978; Eric Idle)

22. Phoebe Bridgers, "Kyoto" & "I Know the End" (Feb. 6, 2021; Dan Levy) 

23. Taylor Swift, "Ready for It?" & "Call It What You Want" (Nov. 11, 2017; Tiffany Haddish) 

24. Britney Spears, "Me Against the Music" & "Everytime" (Oct. 18, 2003; Halle Berry) 

25. Eminem, "Stan" & "The Real Slim Shady" (Oct. 7, 2000; Rob Lowe) 

The Best of the Best (since Barcelona)

Like so many people around my age, the summer of 1992 was when I became thoroughly, and forever thereafter, locked in as an avid NBA fan (and not just for a given team). That Dream Team summer also marked a major historical turning point between the end of the Magic/Bird era and the apex of the MJ (+Pippen, et al!) Bulls, with exciting (if mostly unsuccessful) challengers ranging from Barkley's Suns and Hakeem's Rockets to the Shaq/Penny Magic and the Ewing/Starks/Oakley Knicks. These are my picks for the 32 best players over the 32 years since the Barcelona Olympics (i.e., factoring in bodies of work, with some consideration of international play, from the '92/'93 season forward, but not what preceded it):

Five Months in, Tops 5s so far


01. One Life The most shamefully slept-on Great Film this decade, with the distributor as much to blame as critics; less so, general audiences. It's a vitally important and inspiring historical account, beautifully and patiently told, with the finest performance of Anthony Hopkins' career as its centrepiece. That Oppenheimer packed summertime theatres and won truckloads of awards while One Life -- released on January 1 in the UK, on March 15 (five days after the Oscars, incidentally) in North America -- passed by relatively unnoticed speaks to the overall sinister shittiness of our times, with art (or its reception) reflecting life (or where the culture's at right now). 

02. The Sixth See below.  

03. Stopmotion Think: Showing Up reimagined as a (really good! really scary!) horror movie--though definitely not for the squeamish or faint of heart, in which case just stick to Showing Up.

04. All You Need Is Death If there's nothing truly new under the sun, a slow-burn horror story about people competitively searching out, collecting, and selling rare Irish (or ancient, proto-Irish) songs and peculiar variants thereof feels close enough to count, especially when it's so thoroughly well done and all-in on its specific, fascinating premise. Highly (though not to say "warmly," as there is nothing warm about this film) recommended!

05. Challengers Luca Guadagnino: contemporary cinema's (tortured?) poet laureate of horniness; our Rohmer, say, or Bertolucci, maybe. It's not as poignant as Call Me by Your Name or as hilarious as A Bigger Splash, but Zendaya's performance (her best yet outside the Levinsonverse) and the Reznor/Finch score are terrific. 


01. Kacey Musgraves, Deeper Well It may not win all the Grammys and CMAs and critics' polls that Golden Hour did, but this is low-key her best album to date; quietly exquisite, achingly lovely, without a wasted note or overwrought lyric, much less a skippable track. "Heaven Is" might well be (appropriately) her Forever Song. It's also the best agnostic guess at heaven since Belinda Carlisle. Or maybe since the Talking Heads. 

02. Taylor Swift, The Tortured Poets Department By no means a misstep, but a curveball of sorts. Awesome in its breadth and scope, if knottier and/or thornier than expected, it's above all, with the (largely excellent) "Anthology" bonus songs, an exceptionally generous gift from an all-world artist at the peak (?) of her powers – a gift that attentive, receptive listeners will still be unwrapping come Christmas, no doubt finding new surprises and pleasures therein. 

03. Sleater-Kinney, Little Rope No Janet, no problem? Not exactly. But it's the strongest front-to-back S-K album since The Woods, which came out the day I turned 20 (!). They're even older than I am, which is old enough to know it's only rock n' roll – and at least one of them no longer needs to depend on making new music to make a living – but they like it. 

04. Shakira, Las Mujeres Ya No Lloran The most sonically varied, adventurous, and all-around exciting record she's ever made, and yet her singular, still-indomitable voice remains the raison d'être, no matter the genre, producer, sonic engineer, or famous guest dropping by to genuflect and bask in her glow. 

05. Beyoncé, Cowboy Carter Brilliant, monumental, idiosyncratic, imperfect, ultimately exhausting in its quest to be exhaustive – but, in the first place, brilliant. 

The Tyranny of the Mob



Prioritize seeing the new excellent documentary The Sixth, not the concurrent, thinkpiece-conjoined Civil War (Nomadland meets the Purge franchise but yielding less than the sum of its parts and somehow both ho-hum and histrionic). Thoughtful and mournful, serious and specific, The Sixth is the Election-Year Film that merits adjectives like “important” and “vital,” and not only because it could be (but doesn’t have to be) déjà vu all over again come the Sixth of November this year or sometime between then and Jan. 20, but also because this senseless shit has just happened, is happening, or is threatening to happen right now in New York, Los Angeles, Boston, Austin, Madison, Ann Arbor, et al., even (if characteristically a bit late to the antisocial antics) Vancouver and Toronto, just, mutatis mutandis, with brainwashed hate-spewing left-wing populist radicals instead of brainwashed hate-spewing right-wing populist radicals. 

Recall: a few years prior to the Jan. 6 insurrection, what were those MAGA neo-Nazis in Charlottesville all chanting? “Jews will not replace us”? Sounds an awful lot like “From the River to the Sea,” which merely cloaks its eliminationist end-game slightly less conspicuously—much like, say, the leftover Covid masks repurposed to do, in effect, the same identity-concealing work as Klan hoods. If “love is love is love,” hate is hate is hate, and these days it is, very sadly, as much the lifeblood of the ultra-far-left as of the ultra-far-right. 

Unlike the ultimately superficial Civil War, The Sixth offers up some hope and thought and care that things don’t get have to get more dystopian still. That all is not lost. That cooler, saner heads can still prevail. 

And here’s to hoping they will – tomorrow, next week, on Nov. 5, and beyond.

I was fortunate yesterday evening to attend an event, organized by the Jewish Federation of Greater Vancouver, centred on a remarkable conversation with Mosab Hassan Yousef –– really one of the more compelling and vivid speakers I've seen up close in person. 

Thankfully it was recorded, and has now been posted (above), because more people should absolutely see/hear this right now

The strongest, most impactful part of the talk, in my view, is from 47:23–1:09:00. 

Also, from the Q&A (with both Yousef and journalist Rahim Mohamed), 1:18:00–1:26:15 is particularly interesting. 
I Know It's Only Rock n' Roll, But...

Dave Matthews and Peter Frampton got in – but not Sinéad: that's it, burn it all tf down now. Start all over. Whatever it is they're doing, they're doing it wrong if this dopey MOR dogshit gets in ahead of this

This is the most heartening US political news in many moons: someone (and – holy shit! – a Republican not named Mitt Romney) had a conscience and backbone at the same time, and actually followed through in doing the right thing, for the future of democracy generally and imperilled democratic allies specifically. 

'You. Look. Like. Taylor Swift': 16 31 Early Thoughts 

01. Are the statuary vibes and composition of the alternate cover for the Anthology edition an allusion to the above? 

02. From the album and track titles I was expecting something like a return to the folk-adjacent aesthetic of the pair preceding Midnights, yet, at least for 'side one' of the album-proper (the first 6 tracks here are all top-shelf TS), this is a superb New Wave mood record, more Movement than Closer, though had their lives matched up she would've 100% dated Ian Curtis. 

03. The Anthology bonus material comes somewhat closer to Folklore/Evermore territory. It could've on its own been LP #12. She is exceedingly generous, and not only to hard-working truck drivers. 

04. "Fortnight" reminds me distinctly of FYC; something like "I'm Not the Man I Used to Be," not "Good Thing" or "She Drives Me Crazy," obviously. 

05. "Down Bad" sounds like a Cyndi Lauper deep cut, its sparkly dreaminess belying its bitterness. She sure says "fuck" a lot. If she adds that one to future setlists, there will be some tender ears being covered by some parent chaperones. 

06. It is ironic that she is ostensibly/superficially so au courant, because from "Tim McGraw" to "loml" (='Loss of My Life,' evidently: did she coin this acronym?) one constant, near-signature aspect of her songwriting is that the here-and-now present is such a fleeting abstraction, existing only insofar as it generates soon-to-be wistful memories, doors closed too soon, sadly contracted horizons. 

07. "So Long, London" is one such closed door, and it's quietly wrenching. Track five, naturally. 

08. "I Hate It Here," a national anthem for Cottagecore fantasists and (in truth) many professional historians, sounds like her most personal song in a while that fully passes the Bechdel Test, but really that's anyone's guess; to each their own preferred Taylor. 

09. Parataxically: she should really read Helen Waddell's The Wandering Scholars. I strongly suspect she'd enjoy it. Might even inspire a nice song cycle about the clerici vagantes

10. Who else was surprised she went with the 1830s (so charmingly particular!) rather than the 1920s? Does this subtly mark the end of her F. Scott Fitzgerald Era?

11. Historically inquiring minds want to know: Where does she imagine living in the 1830s? Ante-bellum America? Ugh. But why assume that if she had a time machine she'd stay fixed in the same spot geographically? England, with an extended, leisurely Grand Tour of the Continent, seems like the preferable way to go. Would early Victorian TS have been a Chartist? Or married one? 

12. Give or take "Down Bad," "Clara Bow" might be, as of now, my favourite from the album-proper (insofar as that distinction matters?): "It's hell on earth / to be heavenly. / Them's the breaks. / They don't come gently." 

13. "It's fun putting your name in songs."

14. (I would be curious to see how many more hits than usual the Clara Bow Wikipedia page has received since TS announced the tracklisting and then since Thursday night.)

15. "But Daddy I Love Him" is her "Papa Don't Preach," right? In effect, though, it's a double fake-out: she's not actually 'in a family way' ("but you should see your faces") and hasn't made a song that has anything to say about procreative rights post-Dobbs v. Jackson.

16. Cowboy Carter is an Election-Year Album. TTPD is not, or only incidentally so. The closest she comes to politics is opting out of the present in favour of the 1830's "but without all the racists and getting married off for the highest bid." Potentially also "the family / the pure greed / the Christian chorus line / They all said nothing / Blood's thick / but nothing like a payroll / Bet they never spared a prayer for my soul" –– until you realize, or read somewhere, that it's just about the Kardashians, not the Trumps and the 'God Bless the USA' Bible

17. Where we stand now: Beyoncé made a front-to-back country album that celebrates whilst critiquing/re-thinking said genre. Taylor Swift: 0 country songs out of 31. 

18. A few of the Dessner tracks and the Antonoff "Fresh out the Slammer" have a faint twang, but just barely and vaguely. Give Bey all the CMAs, except the male-specific ones that Chris Stapleton should get. 

19. But TTPD is the better album, genre aside, esp. factoring in the Anthology additions. This kind of apples-to-oranges comparison matters only because, in a time when bands-proper no longer make hit records that (say) 3 different, otherwise unconnected people on a given subway car have all heard and care about (look around in vain for our 2020s The Clash or Nirvana or turn-of-the-millennium Radiohead), TS and BK-C are the only entirely bona fide contenders for Only Band That Matters status. Olivia R. and/or Billie E. could realistically challenge soon enough, at the point when Gen-Z art decisively eclipses Millennial art for primacy in what vestigially remains of our mass-cultural Olympus. 

20. And speaking of the Greek, "Cassandra" is a highly fetching bit of personal mythopoesis, notwithstanding the above-noted Kardashians dig because it's polysemous enough to overlook or ignore if one so prefers. To be sure, the ancients also wrote diss verses about such people; it's just that we remember, and still read, the most brilliant among the poets and have mostly forgotten the contemporary objects of their ire. Who, e.g., are the Aurelius and Furius to whom Catullus wanted to do such...graphic things

21. "Peter" is sadder and lovelier and is the track that (so far) I've been most apt to re-play as soon as it ends. Even if literally no one in 2024 thought they needed another song, or creative work in any medium, using Peter Pan as its point of reference/departure, the way she sings "You said you were gonna grow up / and then you were gonna come find me" leaves me all verklempt. 

22. "So High School" is a really sweet song. It's about dating the big goofy/hunky football star, presumably – right? Travis Kelce is the first TS boyfriend I've remotely cared about –– independently, that is, of his utility as muse or anti-muse –– since (I guess?) Jake Gyllenhaal, and mostly just because I like football. He seems like a genuinely good dude, is certainly an elite, possibly HOF-worthy tight end, and I wish them all the best (although if they manage something like sustained domestic bliss I hope she still writes the sad songs sometimes too). Those who know enough Joe Alwyn (I had to Google the spelling of his surname and would've otherwise gone with two 'l's) biographical factoids to recognize those subtexts are a decidedly different sub-species of Swiftie than I am. 

23. Travis Kelce may have dreamed about winning three Super Bowls...but did he ever anticipate that someone would someday write a song about him called "The Alchemy"? Let's hope love will keep them together, not tear them apart. :)

24. "How Did It End?" is beautiful and so alluringly cryptic and I am half-terrified to Google it because I really don't wanna know all the reasons that it's about the guy from The 1975. Because fuck that guy. 

25. "Imgonnagetyouback" sounds terrific in headphones. Another great New Wave ballad. 

26. "I Look in People's Windows" reminds me of my favourite Canadian (and specifically Vancouver-set) short story: "The Window" by Ethel Wilson

27. "Florida" is the only song here that I dislike...

28. ...which means it'll almost definitely be selected as a single. 

29. Solidly generalizable rule, it seems: no TS song has actually substantially benefitted from a featured credit. She's just not that kind of artist-as-artist, despite her social-networking instincts and philanthropic good will. The one with LDR on Midnights was ok-but-just-ok. The Evermore bonus track "Nothing New" is the nearest exception, yet –– while I really, really like Phoebe Bridgers –- it would be approximately as good with Swift singing all of it. Post Malone brings nothing ameliorating to the table on "Fortnight," and Florence Welch is a net-negative (fortunately, in a sense) on the album's worst track. 

30. After a dozen or so full listens, plus many more for certain songs, over less than 48 hours, it's readily apparent that TTPD is a masterpiece. Not a perfect record but there are at most maybe a few dozen of those in existence. Where it places in her discography necessitates much more time and careful consideration (at least for habitual list-makers, comme moi). 

31. Bottom line, though: No one this big has been this ambitious and this prolific since Prince ca. Sign o' the Times. That was 1987, so that is, indeed, a Big Fucking Deal. That the same can arguably be said of Beyoncé might be the only distinctively interesting-in-a-good-way thing about the world in 2024. Otherwise "I Hate It Here" is a fair take. 

You Could Meet Somebody Who Really Loves You

Only discovering via internet rabbit-holing in 2024 that Susanna Hoffs recorded a Smiths cover in 2013 is some kind of personal Back to the Future shit. 

 A Mood 

01. Go-Gos, "Girl of 100 Lists"
02. ABBA, "Lay All Your Love on Me"
03. Whitney Houston, "Saving All My Love for You" 
04. Paul Simon, "I Know What I Know"
05. Simon & Garfunkel, "Hazy Shade of Winter" 
06. Bangles, "Hazy Shade of Winter"
07. Pat Benatar, "We Belong"
08. Stevie Nicks, "Edge of Seventeen"
09. Belinda Carlisle, "I Get Weak"
10. Fine Young Cannibals, "I'm Not the Man I Used to Be"
11. Smiths, "You Just Haven't It Earned It Yet, Baby"
12. Kinks, "We Are the Village Green Preservation Society"
13. Spandau Ballet, "True"
14. David Bowie, "Young Americans"
15. Paul McCartney, "Uncle Albert / Admiral Halsey"
16. Romantics, "What I Like About You"
17. Modern Lovers, "I'm Straight"
18. Runaways, "Cherry Bomb"
19. Heart, "All I Wanna Do Is Make Love to You"
20. Rolling Stones, "Miss You"
21. Siouxsie and the Banshees, "Arabian Nights"
22. Jackson Browne, "Somebody's Baby"
23. CCR, "Someday Never Comes" 
Flames eternal, ephemeral, or otherwise

Right: this is the absolute, indisputable apex of that nebulous thing we call "classic rock." 
Got This Feeling /
When I Heard Your Name the Other Day
























Of my three favourite bands of all time, one called it quits just after I'd turned 2 and another abruptly terminated due to a tragic death five years before I was born. Sleater-Kinney has been the most important (to me) band active during my post-toddler lifetime, and after the years of on/off hiatuses, line-up changes, and unexpected celebrity turns, it's pretty damn wonderful that in 2024 I can still go see Corin Tucker (whom I briefly met after the show!) and Carrie Brownstein shred and riff, twist and shout, shoot the lights out and shake a tail for peace and love (and, as an awesome bonus, with the utterly terrific Black Belt Eagle Scout opening!). 

It is in some sense...comforting (?), reassuring (?) that, e.g., The Simpsons is still on (even if I almost never watch new episodes), that LeBron is still playing at a high level (even if he's never been one of my favourite players and I've mainly rooted against the teams he's played on), and that Sleater-Kinney is still exploring new vistas of rock n' roll fun and romantic/sexual/personal/existential frustration (even if their latest album, though quite excellent and their best since The Woods, is haunted by the sonic absence of the most dynamic drummer of her generation).  

In other words, last night at the Vogue Theatre was some kinda bliss –– if slightly complicated bliss, because, well, that's the bliss we get 30 years on, take it or leave it, not any which way but loose anymore but any which way you can, "loose" notwithstanding. The Little Rope stuff sounded fantastic (esp. the volcanic "Untidy Creature"; see above), as did the (pre-Janet) Call the Doctor classics gifted to us in the encore, plus "One More Hour," a love/heartbreak forever song that predates Dig Me Out topically if not compositionally, with Corin and Carrie still singing the darkest-eyes blues as if they'd just broken up yesterday. But, alas, "Get Up!," "Oh!," "Jumpers," "The Fox," "All Hands...," and "Dig Me Out" –– though still (to be sure) fucking rocking and competently performed by C & C's tour-band backers –– were poignant and probably inevitable reminders that, well, some things you lose, some things you give away; i.e., replacing Janet Weiss is a fool's errand. 

In any case, in honour of the three decades since S-K first formed, here is an updated accounting of their 60 best songs (=30 x 2, because, tellingly, I couldn't satisfactorily stop at just 40 or 50):

01. “Good Things”
02. “Turn It On”
03. “One More Hour”
04. “The End of You”
05. “I’m Not Waiting”
06. “Call the Doctor”
07. “Not What You Want”
08. “Dig Me Out”
09. “Sympathy”
10. “Untidy Creature”
11.“I Wanna Be Your Joey Ramone”
12. “Youth Decay”
13. “Start Together”
14. “Get Up!”
15. “Oh!”
16. “Stay Where You Are”
17. “#1 Must-Have”
18. “Jumpers”
19. “The Day I Went Away”
20. “It’s Enough”
21. “The Remainder”
22. “Far Away”
23. “Words and Guitar”
24. “Modern Girl”
25. “Night Light”
26. “The Last Song”
27. “Write Me Back, Fucker”
28. “The Drama You’ve Been Craving”
29. “One Beat”
30. “My Stuff”
31. “Taste Test”
32. “Entertain”
33. “Step Aside”
34. “A Real Man”
35. “You’re No Rock n’ Roll Fun”
36. “No Cities to Love”
37. “Little Mouth”
38. “Little Babies”
39. “Crusader”
40. “Hell”
41. “The Fox”
42. “Burn, Don’t Freeze!”
43. “Things You Say”
44. “Say It Like You Mean It”
45. “You Ain’t It”
46. “Anonymous”
47. “The Size of Our Love”
48. “Buy Her Candy”
49. “What’s Mine Is Yours”
50. “All Hands on the Bad One”
51. “Ironclad”
52. “Don’t Think You Wanna”
53. “How to Play Dead”
54. “Combat Rock”
55. “Ballad of a Ladyman”
56. “A Quarter to Three”
57. “Six Mistakes”
58. “Price Tag”
59. “White Rabbit”
60. “More Than a Feeling”

Ten Things


01. Las Mujeres Ya No Lloran
02. Girls5Eva 
03. Under African Skies  
04. Sleater-Kinney, "Untidy Creature"
05. Cowboy Carter 
06. The Beaches, "Blame Brett" 
08. Sleater-Kinney, "Crusader"
09. The finale of The Curse
10. Glenn Yarborough
God, sometimes you just don't come through / 
Do you need a woman to look after you?
You meet some woman on the Internet and take her home
Anthony Housefather should be Canada's next Liberal leader and Prime Minister, after Trudeau takes his "walk in the snow" and passes the torch. This is the most principled speech I've seen from a politician in a long time. And he is precisely, eloquently on-point: deciding now to recognize Palestinian statehood or take this as an opportunity to push emphatically for an immediate pathway to a Two-State Solution would mean unambiguously rewarding terrorism of the most evil and depraved kind. It would make Oct. 7 the Bastille Day or Fourth of July for a state led to independence by an eliminationist anti-Semitic terrorist regime, who would be valourized forever thereafter as revolutionary heroes -– despite cynically planning attacks that they knew damn well would lead in response to many thousands of casualties among their own people, who they continue to use as human shields while crying wolf to ill-informed left-wing Westerners. If Oct. 7 were to be the watershed for Palestinian sovereignty, the terrorists who slaughtered peaceful kibbutzim-residing civilians and weaponized sexual violence against women and girls, while recording and posting their attacks for social-media celebrity/posterity, would be perennially celebrated as the Paul Reveres and Alexander Hamiltons of said state. 

So, shame on the NDP, federally and provincially (in spinelessly throwing Selina Robinson under the bus, Eby and his government lost my vote, at least). A pox on both their Houses! At the same time, the vast majority of federal Liberal MPs –- Housefather being one of just three not among them –– who ultimately approved a sanely measured, but still dangerously ill-timed, version of the NDP motion should feel personally ashamed too. Propped up by the (increasingly radical) NDP, the Liberal minority government knows that a forced election now would be disastrous, and are thus clearly desperate to not lose NDP 'confidence' –– even if Trudeau's government, in so doing, erodes much of the remaining confidence of left-of-centre or centrist Canadians of good conscience and historical sense.