Tuesday, November 3, 2026

A Year of Blind Spots: Celebrity Skin

Joe is working through a list of albums that he considers "blind spots," i.e. albums that he's never heard but feels like he should.


1001 Albums You Must Hear Before You Die:

When she dies in the bathtub, who doesn't shed a tear? Courtney Love is fabulous in The People Vs. Larry Flynt, a celluloid signal that her post-Cobain years might not be all flings and fisticuffs ("Hole is a band," huffed Rolling Stone, "Courtney Love is a soap opera").

The musical legacy of her mid-1990s Hollywood heyday is Celebrity Skin. From the whoosh that opens the title cut, it is a whirlwind ride into a post-grunge Oz. Courtney is half Dorothy, half Wicked Witch, alternately blessing and blasting those who cross her.

As the words skip between sunshine and shade, Eric Erlandson's guitar jangles and jabs, Melissa Auf Der Maur's bass rumbles and rolls, and Patty Schemel's drums smack and crash. Above it all soars the voice of Love, who roars where once she screamed. Also key are co-writers Billy Corgan of the Smashing Pumpkins, Jordan Zaroronzny of Blinker the Star, and Charlotte Caffey of the Go-Go's—and producer Michael Beinhorn.

There is plenty for armchair detectives: "Boys on the Radio" is about Jeff Buckley, Brian Wilson, and the Lemonheads' Evan Dando, "Awful" is Bush's Gavin Rossdale, "Northern Star" is probably Cobain, and "Playing Your Song" fits Trent Reznor like a gothic glove.

Gossip aside, Celebrity Skin is a misunderstood, melodic masterpiece. "I was very disappointed for her that people didn't get behind that record" lamented Love's muse Stevie Nicks. The album takes the same sonic leap from 1994's Live Through This as that crunching classic did from 1991's synapse-shredding Pretty on the Inside—and thus completes a Hole hat trick of classic albums.

Joe:

Certain key questions arise when listening to an album for the first time, questions whose answer will provide what you need to know about the story of the band. The questions will look different to everybody. E.g. when we were listening to this song at home, Pam was like "I think one of these songs was in a '90s rom-com," which is probably right, and most definitely important to Pam's understanding of the music as it fits into pop culture. But my question was "I wonder if this came out before or after Live Through This?"

Because we covered that album in this column over five years ago at this point, and it's probably one of my favorite Blind Spot albums ever, and this one is even better, in the way that it sounds waaaay more pop-like than the grunge album I fell in love with previously. So my question would provide the answer of which direction Hole traveled in? Did they get grungier through Love's love of Kurt Cobain and reach grunge catharsis around the time of his suicide, OR did they find the peak of grunge and move past it, into the upper reaches of mainstream rock, by writing hooks that could find themselves into any number of styles of pop songs?

The answer is the latter, obviously, if you took like two seconds to read the blurb above or the Wikipedia page or whatever. That makes the most sense anyway. It's more common to become more accessible as time goes on. And it makes sense that Hole would take their sound in that direction in 1997, which was past grunge's peak anyway. I like the fact that it was done on purpose, that Hole had a vision for this album and that vision had everything to do with being boldly accessible and catchy.

The title track is recognizable from '90s rock radio. I didn't recognize anything else—which is a good thing, as always in this column, to not be distracted by ubiquitous hit songs of yesteryear—but I fell in love with "Awful." I think the chorus on this one will be burned into my brain forever. I really liked the aforementioned "Boys on the Radio" too, felt like a grunge-fringe version of jangle pop, like a dark mirror version of something that R.E.M. would have been putting out around the same time.

Why did Hole remain such a blind spot, after all this time? I think the RS quote in the blurb above hints at the reason—women in rock 'n' roll are taken less seriously than men. Which is fucked up. But I will cop to the fact that I have been raised in my rock 'n' roll education to know Courtney Love as a slightly unhinged woman who was Kurt Cobain's widow and who has loud opinions. "Frontwoman of Hole" almost seemed like a footnote. It's fucked that it took multiple efforts in a dumb blog column to understand what a formidable musician Love was and is, and how the main story here is that her band kicked fucking ass. Who gives a shit what "celebrity tabloids" are (still) saying about her. It's all about the music, and the music is incredible. If Live Through This is one of the best grunge rock albums of the '90s, then Celebrity Skin is surely one of the greatest rock albums of that decade, period.

Listen to the entire thing here:


(P.S. I cannot fucking BELIEVE that the 1001 Albums blurb spoiled a Film Club movie for me. What the fuck!!)

In My Place 306

November 2, 2026. 40.08725, -75.09314. See the updated map here. See all the blog posts here.


This gym doesn't have "influencers" as far as I can tell. Well, not at 5 AM anyway. I guess that's not really the "influencer lifestyle," waking up that early. I hate the idea of creating strawmen in my head. Do influencers actually exist? In large numbers? In the way that the internet wants us to believe? The only contact I'd ever have with influencers at the gym are, like, videos on Reddit that are designed to make influencers seem stupid, e.g. here's a young woman trying to tape her workout for her dumb Instagram account a grizzly old dude stands in front of her camera on purpose because he's as pissed off about it as you, the audience, are. I'm all haughty about the internet not influencing ME but then I scroll through Reddit and get influenced by a couple videos about influencers. It's, like, inescapable, the act of being made a chump by propaganda, big and small. I caught someone taking a selfie of themselves after beasting her way through like 20 pull-ups, and I don't blame her. It was impressive. I'd rather be influenced into getting into the gym early every morning to work on my own pull-ups and feel good about it than being influenced into seeing the world as stupid and lame and upsetting.

Monday, November 2, 2026

Monday Morning Mixtape 084: What's on Second?

Welcome to Monday Morning Mixtape, a PoYB Contributor-curated playlist of songs, made just for you on the first Monday of each month.


"What's on Second?"
Songs that start with the word "what"
chosen by Joe







"What a Time to Be Alive" by Superchunk
from What a Time to Be Alive, 2018

What is she up to now? What she said to me about this was that it was invigorating, that this was the music that made her feel alive, that I should get on board while I could. What I listened to suggested that this is something that somebody could get into, could base their whole life ethos around. What happened next I don't remember.  —Joe


"What You Know" by Two Door Cinema Club
from Tourist History, 2010

Remember how one of the ways we would discover new music was by catching an underplayed song on the radio? In the case of "What You Know," I first heard it in college while listening to 104.5 in the morning. I think I was driving to an internship, but those details are fuzzy. What I do remember was the DJ saying the band's name after the song played and keeping that memorable name (Two Door Cinema Club) tucked away until about a year or two later I heard this song again. That second time is what made me seek out the album on iTunes (remember iTunes?) and on YouTube where the comments section for this song kept saying that the lead singer looked like Ron Weasley from Harry Potter. Something about that process of discovery felt natural. Now we just have algorithms trying to read our minds and mostly failing.  —Batts


"What Makes You Think You're the One" by Fleetwood Mac
from Tusk, 1979

What this feels like is a sequel that improves on everything, but also feels new, not a retread. What I am specifically referring to is that Fleetwood Mac could've easily just done Rumours II ("easily" being relative, since everyone makes a big fucking deal about how "strenuous" those Rumours sessions were, with all the drugs and infidelity and whatnot). What they actually did was blow the whole thing up to monstrous proportions, add everything, leave no stone overturned, went to the outer limits of what a '70s pop-rock band could do. What it means to me is that I'm not stuck in the muck and mire of overrating of their most popular album, that I get to have my cake (big hits) and eat it too (strong deep cuts). What this is is magic.  —Joe


"What the Fuck Is Up Tonight?" by Mean Jeans
from Gigantic Sike, 2019

What I meant was that it was okay for a band to sound like another band. What is the different between a copy and an homage? What is Mean Jeans doing here to differentiate themselves from Ramones, and should they even try in the first place? What other bands can you think of that do this kind of thing? What is Mean Jeans doing that is different than Greta Van Fleet? What does this mean for the future of music, that the idea of "sounding the same as" another more established band? What will happen when everything sounds like something else that already exists? What if I said that everything sounds like something else already that I lack the stamina to even give a shit when a band leans too far in that direction and sounds exactly like something else? What are the Ramones, anyway?  —Joe


"What's My Age Again?" by blink-182
from Enema of the State, 1999

Is this the definitive pre-break-up blink-182 song? Or is it "All the Small Things"? Instead of properly blurbing, I'm going to assume that someone else has suggested this song too and just use this space to pose some questions: How has early blink-182 aged? Is this song fine wine or curdling milk? Has anyone gone to a blink-182 show recently and seen if these guys have played this song? Are they embarrassed now that they are much older than "23," or just soldiering through it because it's one of the hits?  —Batts


"What I Can Do for You" by Sheryl Crow
from Tuesday Night Music Club, 1993

What I can do for you is write this blurb about this song. What I can do for you is tell you that this is an artist worth exploring. What I can do for you is make you comfortable while you are here on this blog about music. What I can do for you is nudge you in the direction of music that can make you feel whole. What I can do for you is fill space with words while you listen and enjoy. What I can do for you is make up bullshit in a blurb that exists solely for the purposes of recommending music. What I can do for you is stop this blurb while I'm behind so that you're not distracted.  —Joe


"What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Paranoid" by the Beaches
from Blame My Ex, 2023

What didn't kill me but has made me paranoid: cars, all cars everywhere; electric scooters going the wrong way in bike lanes while I'm crossing the street; red wine and gin and Lionshead; Wawa chocolate chip cookies; deer staring at me from the side of the road; every airplane I've ever stepped on; every firecracker that goes off within a mile of me on the Fourth of July; some real shady situations; gangs of teenagers; the air in my windowless office; the government. What did kill me: to be determined.  —Joe


"What Feels Like Eternity" by Metric
from Formentera, 2022

Sorry, Joe, but I recently failed to watch a Film Club film that I offered to watch without any coercing. I did, however, watch the divisive new Tom Cruise film Digger, and have plenty of opinions on it. In fact, I think it would make a great Film Club film because it feels so much like a love-it-or-hate-it big swing that some of the regulars here will really enjoy and others will just not be able to stand. But both parties will likely have something interesting and justified to say, and for that, I would say that Digger is more of a success than not. It is also not the movie that is being advertised, so I wonder if that is part of the reason for some audience members being frustrated by it. Oh, and unfortunately there aren't any songs by Metric in the movie...  —Batts


"What Does Your Soul Look Like (Part 1 – Blue Sky Revisit)" by DJ Shadow
from Entroducing....., 1996

What these types of Monday Morning Mixtapes force from all of us is to consider that music can be grouped together in an infinite number of ways, and many of those are completely arbitrary, e.g. songs whose titles begin with the same word as other songs. What songs that start with "what" can tell us is... anything, basically, anything at all, and in some ways, nothing. What I mean by that is that we can find meaning anywhere, in any way, and if we want to find meaning in a mixtape comprised in a fundamentally random way, then that is our prerogative. What other people are contributing to these thoughts remains to be seen.  —Joe


NEXT MONTH: TBA for the next MMM on Monday, December 7th!

In My Place 305

November 1, 2026. 40.07508, -75.0661. See the updated map here. See all the blog posts here.


Anything I said in this column yesterday about not feeling "home" in this neighborhood or whatever, you can throw all of that out the fucking window when I step eighty feet to the right and end up in the woods. Maybe I forgot about this crucial aspect of the 'hood because it doesn't even feel like it's part of this world, let alone part of the subsection of the city in which I live. I'm jealous of my kids for growing up adjacent to this. Think of a childhood that runs through these paths, these bridges, this creek. They'll enjoy it (once they stop bitching and moaning about literally everything, including the woods, as we walk through it).

Sunday, November 1, 2026

Album of the Week: Panic Shack

The last four weeks, including this one, have featured albums chosen by those non-regulars of RC who completed their Summer Homework. It's been a pleasure welcoming some friends into the fold, even if it was temporary. Know that anyone choosing an album, anyone listening, anyone reading this sentence now, can come back to Record Club at any time! We'd love to have you!

Record Club:

WEEK 405 — November 1-7, 2026


Panic Shack
by Panic Shack

LISTEN:

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PICKED BY KAIT

KAIT'S PITCH: "Sometimes when a friend recommends a new band or album to listen to, I check it out straight away. Other times, I don't and outsource it to Record Club. Can't wait to tell my friend what you all think of this band she recommended to me six months ago."

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ALBUM DETAILS

GENRE: Post-punk revival, pop punk, dance-punk revival

RELEASED: July 18, 2025

LENGTH: 34:17

TRACKLIST:
  1. Girl Band Starter Pack
  2. Gok Wan
  3. Lazy
  4. Tit School
  5. We Need to Talk About Dennis
  6. Do Something
  7. Personal Best
  8. Pockets
  9. Unhinged
  10. SMELLARAT
  11. Thelma & Louise
LYRICS: Genius.com

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ARTIST DETAILS

PRONOUNS: could only find preferences for Harvey (she/her/hers) and Smith (she/her/hers)

ABOUT: Panic Shack formed in 2018 in Cardiff, Wales. The members are: Sarah Harvey (vocals), Meg Fretwell (guitar, backing vocals), Romi Lawrence (guitar, backing vocals), and Emily Smith (bass). Nick Doherty-Williams plays drums, but Wikipedia says "accompanied by," so I'm thinking he might not be an official member of Panic Shack. Three of the members worked at the same cosmetic store, and would joke around about starting a band, before actually going through with it. Their music is borne of the riot grrrl tradition, and is informed by working class roots and the fight against misogyny.

DISCOGRAPHY: This is their only album! They also have a 2022 EP and a couple loosey singles.

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ADDITIONAL INFO

READING SOME SHIT: a 2025 feature in DIY Magazine

WATCHING SOME SHIT: full performance on KEXP, including three songs from this album

RECORD CLUB CONNECTIONS: Panic Shack and Mclusky hail from the same city (Cardiff, Wales). This album's producer, Ali Chant, has also produced for Perfume Genius. Jamie T's album Panic Prevention involves some panic as well. (Last week, Jamie T became the most recent RC alumnus to ignore my plea to choose an album for us when I asked him on a Reddit AMA.)

MENTIONS ON THE BLOG: None! Always cool to bring a brand-new band into the fold.

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RECORD CLUB ALUMNI ASSOCIATION

This week's discography dive album: Blue Record by Baroness

This week's follow-up album: two albums by DJ Arana: O último anjo and Mobile; plus, The Real Me by Future and All the Space Between by Surfaces

This week's keeping up album (probably): n/a

Listen with us! Keep your favorite Record Club artists in the rotation!

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COUNTDOWN:
69 Weeks Until Week 420

ralph malph woulda fuckin LOVED panic shack

We are tracking and counting down every week from here on out till Record Club Week 420. We started this countdown 69 weeks out. During Record Club Week 420, we will be covering Donny Most by the esteemed Happy Days virgin Donny Most. The goal for Week 420 of Record Club is that it will feature 69 reviews from 69 different people. 

THIS WEEK: We are 15 weeks away from Week 420.

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Happy listening, RC family!
Have a great week!

In My Place 304

October 31, 2026. 40.07525, -75.06845. See the updated map here. See all the blog posts here.


It's possible that I live here for another 40 years and I don't think I'll ever come to know it as "my neighborhood." It has nothing to do with the place or the people, both of whom are very nice. It's more a manifestation of the affliction of "outsider status" that I've felt more and more as I get older, where I don't feel like I'm a part of anything. Objectively that's not true, I am a member of groups both formal and informal. I have lived in this neighborhood for six years now, and I recognize a great number of its residents. E.g. just realized that an old coworker of mine moved in with his young family right down the street. But they've been there since May, and I didn't know, and I honestly don't know if I will see them again until next Halloween. That doesn't feel very neighborly of me. But the intruding thought would be "they would think it's weird if I asked to hang out." And my "outsider status" is used as justification to support that theory: I am an observer, I am not a member, I see from the outside, I am okay. Halloween is always a nice night, and the kids have a blast. Everyone is so goddamn nice, in this neighborhood I am temporarily hanging out in (for the rest of my life).

Saturday, October 31, 2026

Record Club Alumni Association — Minutes from Meeting #21: Max Roach, Jalen Ngonda, Of Montreal, BIG|BRAVE

The Record Club Alumni Association meets every week to discuss the larger body of work that our RC alumni have put together, outside of the specific albums that were covered in the main section of our club. You can follow along with everything that the RCAA has covered so far HERE.


(Deeper Dive)

Max Roach

Drums Unlimited — RC Week 215 — 3.5 pukes out of 5

M'Boom
1979 (exact date unknown)

It's tough for me to ignore the stigma I sloppily attached to Max Roach's jazz during my last and final outing at McGillin's, but I get there with M'Boom, because it leans in hard toward the percussion of it all. This album is 100% comprised of men hitting things (the drums are truly unlimited now!). Absolutely no blowing, just hitting. This is my shit. I should've done this one for RC instead. Ah well. I actually think that Roach should've went farther. Eschew the xylophones and marimbas, and let the amelodic rhythms take over. Though I acknowledge that maybe there would be even less of an audience for that. I just love when musicians hit things, it's my favorite. You don't need to know which songs are good or which songs are bad. You won't be able to tell the difference. They are making songs from hitting things, how much more of a description do you need? You're either in or out. I'm in.

GRADE: 4 pukes out of 5


(Follow-up)

Jalen Ngonda

Come Around and Love Me — RC Week 247 — 3 pukes out of 5

Doctrine of Love
June 5, 2026

We've written about Greta Van Fleet on this blog a fair amount, and I think about them often. Just the idea of an artist sounding exactly like an older artist. This is a rock band from the 2020s that sounds exactly like vintage 1970s Led Zeppelin. Some people hate that, others like it, some are like me and just kinda shrug and appreciate that more music that sounds like music I already liked is being made today. I wonder if this phenomenon stretches past the genre I like so much (rock 'n' roll). Are there country artists who sound exactly like Garth Brooks? Are there jazz musicians who sound too much like Miles Davis? Is there an R&B artists who is aping Aaliyah? With Jalen Ngonda, we basically have the reincarnation of '60s soul artists. He's bringing that Sound of Philadelphia back to the masses. And, like with Greta Van Fleet, I shrug, because I don't see a problem with this at all. I fucking love those soul bands, the stuff that dips into doo-wop. Those fucking four-part harmonies that came spilling out of the Sigma Sound building 60 years ago. Jalen Ngonda is doing that. Sounds just like it. He is doing the opposite of reinventing the wheel. It's more like he's leaning so far into that original sound that it becomes original again just because of the balls it takes to release an album that sounds like this in the year 2026. Consider me fully invested at this point.

GRADE: 4 pukes out of 5


Of Montreal

Freewave Lucifer f<ck f^ck f>ck — RC Week 336 — 2 pukes out of 5

aethermead
June 5, 2026

The Bandcamp description almost immediate compares this newest album to three of Of Montreal's best (or maybe more like three of their only good ones), Hissing Fauna, Cherry Peel, and Lousy with Sylvanbriar. I felt sad at first, especially because the blurb immediately pivots to say that Of Monteal does NOT repeat itself, never, not ever, never never. Whereas we all know that this is untrue. aethermead sounds like an Of Montreal album. This is mostly a bad thing, because "Of Montreal album in 2026" is one thousand layered retreads. The most I can ask for at this point is that the album features actual songwriting, as opposed to schizophrenic noise labeled as "art" (this is basically what the RC album was). This newest album features songs, which is an amazing start. I think that it sounds tired and I don't think that you can do the thing where you're like "it's the best album since whatever the last good album was!" (probably Lousy with Sylvanbriar, to be honest), but I do think that it meets the most basic requirement. There are songs here. Verses and choruses. Attempts at hooks. Freewave Lucifer set the bar extremely low, and Of Montreal easily clears it here. But I still wouldn't be here if it wasn't for the RC alumni requirement. I'm glad I'm here, though. I want to be here for when Of Montreal drops one last classic. I don't know when it's going to happen, but it will some day, probably years from now. "Already Dreaming" is far from the best thing they've ever done, but it's a song that makes me know that there's something in here, way deep down, and that some day it's gonna suddenly burst to the surface, and we're gonna be like, holy shit, here it is, the final last gasp of a once great band that's been on hospice for literally decades. I can't wait. In the meantime, something like aethermead is bearable at least/best.

GRADE: 2.5 pukes out of 5


BIG|BRAVE

A Chaos of Flowers — RC Week 281 — 2 pukes out of 5
OST — RC f/u #50 — 2 pukes out of 5

in grief or in hope
June 12, 2026

I don't knowwwwwwwww. I don't know what else to say! How fucked up would it be to say that I was disappointed to hear that the titular "grief" that the band was exploring was not actual experienced grief, but more so the idea of grief? Of course I'm glad that guitarist/vocalist Robin Wattie wasn't experiencing grief. That would've meant something bad happened, some terrible loss of some kind, and I wouldn't wish that on anyone. But it gives me less to go on when listening to this album. If it's about a theoretical grief (and a theoretical hope), then the sound remains, quite simply, extended noise exercises. Which is cool if that's what you need. Hey, maybe someone experiencing grief found a way to listen to [throws a dart at the board] "skin ripper," with it loooooong droning guitar notes, and gained from it a sense of closure in their grief, or like some way to cope, protection within the noise, whatever! Just something! Because I'm listening with all my might here, and I don't think that there's actually anything to pull from this thing. You can, which speaks to the power of art, that you can pull from literally fucking anything. But I'm saying pull something from in grief or in hope without anything other than the music. You can't. It's just noise. Which is fine. That can be art! That's not what I'm saying! I'm just saying that I struggle to even know what the fuck this is! And so how can I critically assess it!!

GRADE: 2 pukes out of 5 (the 2-out-of-5 grades keep coming until morale improves!!!!)


(Random RCAA News)
  • As promised, we present to you an update on the Macklemore concerts to support a free Palestine, and we present it in this space because, as suspected, RC alumni Kneecap showed up as one of the opening acts at the opening night show in Ireland (saying at one point "We'd like to thank [RC alumnus] Ed ["Not Complicit"] Sheeran for organizing this concert"). RC alumnus Hozier was there too! The call on this blog to all those who agree with Macklemore's message of peace and love as well as action for those Palestinians who are being slaughtered by the Israeli government remains open: HERE is the link again for Gaza Soup Kitchen, if you'd like to take action like friend of the blog Macklemore.
  • Sufjan Stevens played some live music, apparently the first time in about eight years.
  • Hum is going out on tour, including a stop in Philly. I guess I didn't realize that their drummer had passed away about a year after RC covered them. I'm adding Bryan St. Pere to the RC In Memoriam list. R.I.P.
  • Eric Harm is a current full-time member of Titus Andronicus, a former fulltime member of Titus Andronicus as well (2007-2015), and he provided some vocals for the RC album The Will to Live. Now he's releasing a solo album, and +@ mastermind Patrick Stickles is producing.
  • New Brunswick hardcore band Taylor Swift was, for some reason, inducted into the Nashville Songwriters Hall of Fame, despite not being of the genre that they typically induct. But that's the power of New Brunswick hardcore band Taylor Swift, I suppose. They are all-encompassing and ubiquitous.
  • "My Chemical Romance Bow to Pressure from the Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders"
  • Jim James is releasing a memoir next year!

Let us know if you'd like to join RCAA and write about any of these albums! There's a lot to discover!

In My Place 303

October 30, 2026. 40.07957, -75.07744. See the updated map here. See all the blog posts here.


The classic local deli setup, right here in Fox Chase, with chips and soda and a pickle barrel for fresh pickles. The place is called Chubby's. I'd recommend their hoagie trays, for anyone else who is looking to pick up a hoagie tray for their kid's fourth birthday party.

"Chubby's," ha ha, hee hee, yes, we're gonna get FAT if we eat all these hoagies. My insurance doesn't seem to want to pay for my weight loss medication anymore, so I guess all joking aside this is gonna be a concern again. The "food noise" is back with a vengeance. Without the meds, I suppose it's time to buck up again and try my best to make healthy eating and exercise work. I know I can do it physically, but it just takes a lot out of me mentally, ya know? Too much time thinking about it, worrying about it, browbeating myself about it when I fuck up, endless cycles of disappointment. It was nice when all that went away and my body was able to regulate itself and my mind was at ease.

So for now, without the meds, I will be spending part of my time dealing with anxiety over my health, part of my time writing boring-ass blog posts about it, and the rest of the time daydreaming about Luigi Mangione finding the dude at the insurance company who caused this.

Friday, October 30, 2026

Discussion — Week 404: Chocolate Starfish and the Hot Dog Flavored Water by Limp Bizkit


At least two people messaged me by Monday and said that they saw the email about Limp Bizkit and that they NEEDED to write a review this week. I am writing this blurb in advance, on Tuesday, so I'll be curious to see if Limp Bizkit's name was able to move some people to do some blogging. In my experience, who the artist is does not move the needle at all. There's a huge fucking leap from "I recognize the RC artist this week" to "I will sit down and write something for the blog," and most people do not make that leap. Which is okay! But this all speaks to why the email should probably come to an end after Donny Most Week. It doesn't do much, and is too much work for too little payoff.

Speaking of very little payoff, what did we think of this album with the infamously preposterous name? Can an album named after a poopy butthole be good, actually? Let's here it in the comments. TGIF, etc.

Chocolate Starfish and the Hot Dog Flavored Water, Sunny


I realize I've heard about Limp for so, so long. There were those kids in school who had a certain aesthetic and loved to write Limp Bizkit in various fonts all over their notebooks and paper covered texts. Because of their aesthetic and the font's aesthetic, because of Fred D, because of the legend of Woodstock '99, because of the uniqueness in band name, and album name, et al.

And so to meet the source material, finally, and recognize it as, uh, rap rock? Was a surprise. A surprise indeed. There was an evolution from surprise, to distance, to contemplation, to a certain level of enjoyment. I don't totally get all the sampling, the creatively named tracks, and the balance between rap, rock, and rap-rock, but also there are times where they're just screaming and jamming and I totally understand how this taps into a certain vein of emotion in a seminal way. I can't imagine when I'll be back for more.

Chocolate Starfish and the Hot Dog Flavored Water, Bobby M.


It's easy to dismiss a band named a Limp Bizkit, and especially an album with this name. Nü-metal is a complicated genre for me, and this album epitomizes all of it. It feels like the genre has a built-in ceiling for how good it can actually be. SOMETHING has to be bad in nü-metal. If the bands take it seriously (Slipknot), it's cringy and over the top, but if they don't the music seriously, the good parts get overlooked. Some bands have glimpses of genius where it all comes together (Some SoaD, KoЯn, even the song "Faith" by LB is *chefs kiss*).

The good: Limp Bizkit has undeniably great instrumentals. They are all very talented and understand their place—no one is overplaying. And you know what? Fred Durst has a great fucking voice for the genre. The dude is in his 50s and still absolutely rips. Watch their 2024 Lollapalooza Set if you don't believe me.

The bad: the lyrics. do I even need to explain myself? It's just bad. All of it. Terrible. 0/10

Chocolate Starfish and the Hot Dog Flavored Water, Jeanine


I hate hard rock/heavy metal. As far as music genres go it is my least favorite, I do not find it to have any listenable qualities, and as a rule I do not listen to it. The one exception is Limp Bizkit. I still go hard for this album 26 years after its release. I will be rocking this album on my way to and from work today.

I was a total pop girl in the late '90s. I started at my first job at Boston Market in September of 1999, and my new coworkers introduced me to a different world of music than what my friends listened to, rock and rap. I took to the rap right away, but I never could get into the rock and metal they would play in the back, until Bobby and Scott introduced me to Limp Bizkit. My Backstreet Boys-loving heart fell for Fred Durst right away. The backwards baseball cap. The tattoos. The sagging jeans. DROOL. I was already running home from the bus stop to catch TRL and the daily fight to #1 between Backstreet Boys and *NSYNC, Britney and Christina, and now I was running home to catch Limp Bizkit, and see where they would land. Would KoЯn unseat them or would it be Eminem? Maybe Kid Rock, who knows? "Bawitdaba" had a chokehold on America, and I was always upset when his video was voted higher than Limp or BSB. I just never understood the appeal.

I have a lot of good memories tied into this album.  A lot of nights listening to it and rocking out with my friends. I have distinct memories of squeezing six of us into a four-seater after work to go play lazer tag or midnight bowling, blasting Limp Bizkit and screaming along to just the curse words. Playing it on the Boston Market boom box outside while we smoked our Marlboro Reds. Maybe I still love this album so much because of the nostalgia. A month before its release, Fred Durst surprised everyone by joining Christina Aguilera onstage during her VMA performance, and I had just turned seventeen. 

Can we pause for just a minute? I feel like we need to talk about how incredible the VMAs were between 1998 and 2003. In 2000, a month before Chocolate Starfish dropped, we had an iconic night at the VMAs. As referenced above, Fred Durst jumped in on Christina's set. She was performing "Come On Over" and he walks up onto the stage and breaks into "Livin' It Up" at the end and Christina is moshing on stage with him. Eminem coming in to Radio City Music Hall with a thousand other Slim Shady lookalikes, paraded down the center of the seats rapping, "So you guys could just lie to get me here, so you can sit me here next to Britney Spears, shit, Christina Aguilera better switch me chairs so I can sit next to Carson Daly and Fred Durst, and hear 'em argue over she gave head to first" AND THE CAMERA PANNED TO EACH CELEBRITY AS HE NAMED THEM. EPIC. NO NOTES. We had the mindblowing sophomore Britney Spears performance where she wears the flesh-colored bodysuit covered in diamonds, and then she went and followed that up the next year with an even more unreal performance of "I'm a Slave 4 U” with the boa constrictor. Hilariously, also at the 2000 VMAs, Limp Bizkit won the award for Best Rock Video, and the bassist from Rage Against the Machine stormed the stage and climbed up on the equipment behind the podium! In protest! He was up there for nearly two minutes! I mean COME ON, WHAT A TIME TO BE A TEENAGER WHO LOVED POPULAR MUSIC. 

I would say this is a no-skip album, but "Full Nelson" and "My Way" pull down the vibes for me. Other than those two songs, you have an album of absolute bangers. "My Generation." "Rollin'." "Getcha Groove On (Dirt Road Remix)." My favorite banger? "Livin' It Up." Love the shout out to Ben Stiller when starting the song, nice touch having him in the video for "Rollin'." Love the "Mrs. Aguilera" lyric. Love the chorus! This is the song he did on stage with Xtina at the VMAs!!! BRAIN EXPLOSIONS! I can't ignore "Rollin' (Urban Assault Vehicle)" remix with Redman, Method Man, AND DMX. What a brilliant collaboration. "Boiler" is another really great song. It gets me in all my emotions. It's nice to have a song to listen to when you're angry, but also exhausted. I realized while writing this review and listening to the album that I still know the choreography from the "Rollin'" video. I was dancing in my car all week.

Honestly, the only way this album could be better is if "Break Stuff" had been on this rather than their second album. Only missing link. CSatHDFW was a great third album, in my opinion better than their sophomore release Significant Other. Impressive they were only released about fifteen months apart, too. I feel like we are getting robbed these days with music, from having to wait five years between albums only to have the artist drop a body of work that is only 35 minutes long. Chocolate Starfish clocks in at one hour and nineteen minutes, which is one less minute than you can fit onto a CD. We're getting scammed in so many ways and it kills my musical soul. Just give me my 80 minutes of music, I've burned enough CDs to know!

Chocolate Starfish and the Hot Dog Flavored Water, Joe


This is angry music, and I think that's part of the appeal. I personally find it appealing, just assuming I don't think about it too much. If I don't think about it, and just let it act as a conduit of anger, then it's helpful in processing emotions. It's enjoyable, even. How fun, to listen to an album of music that might reflect how you feel in small moments of the day, when the world's great injustices press upon you and make you, ya know, angry. Why not lean on a '90s nü-metal rap-rock album to soothe your angry soul?

But then I start thinking about it too much, and I ruin the moment. I start thinking about why I'm angry, and about why Fred Durst et al. is angry, and come to the conclusion that, no, I don't think we're angry for the same reasons. Which punctures the balloon a bit here. There's a difference between being angry at something specific and being angry at everything. Anger at a specific thing, especially when it's something you should be angry about, can be useful, as the anger spurs action. Anger at everything, or anything, is the other side of the coin from being angry at nothing, i.e. just being angry. I get the sense that Fred Durst's anger, in not being directed at anything in particular, is just an irresponsible way at processing anger over not understanding anything, at being too stupid to understand how the world works and, from within that ignorance, lashing out at that world, with anger.

Because, note that he doesn't actually explain what "my way" is, on the song "My Way." "Just one more fight about... a lot of things" he stupidly sings on this stupid song. But he's stupid enough to think that, in his ignorant, he has a right to browbeat you into accepting the world as he sees it. What is he fighting about, or fighting against? What is he so angry about? He never says. And that's to Limp Bizkit's detriment. It's okay to be angry. There's a lot to be angry about. But if you feel anger and you don't know why and can't explain, then that's a fucking problem. It then becomes a matter of either humbling oneself and asking for a better education on subjects that are important to you, or bravely accepting mental health services to address a feeling within you that you can't explain. Pushing people away and refusing to back down and being angry at everyone for no particular reason? Not healthy, man. And not a message I can condone in my nü-metal rap-rock songs.

It's actually not that hard to discuss specific things that might cause the reaction of anger. There's a lot going on in the world that would induce that particular emotion. I feel anger sometimes. I feel anger at injustice in the world. I see kids starving in my own city and I lack the agency to feed them all, while our federal government actively harms by taking away resources. I read about kids getting blown apart across the sea, starved and burned and murdered, so I get angry about specific incidents of that happening, as well as the inaction of people who shrug their shoulders and say, hmm, well have you ever considered that we, the citizens living under the oppressors, are the real victims, and not the kids being murdered by my government? That all makes me angry. And you could get angry at the fact that I'm typing this, on this blog, which is another form of inaction, of useless anger. But at least it's specific anger, which is my point here. Limp Bizkit seems incapable of describing specific reasons to be angry. The anger on this album is oblique, useless, and stemming from a place of obliviousness about the world and how it operates and how we exist within it. It's anger as a symptom of being confused. (Where's the Epimemeologist when you need him?!)

The easiest way to avoid this particular pitfall when you enter the world of assholes that look like starfish covered in poop chocolate is to... avoid it. Ignore it. Bask in the ignorance, and just let the anger fuel bliss. Which is fine. This is a safe space, here in the realm of music and the sub-realm of music criticism. Limp Bizkit's bizness should not inform the way you live your life. Perhaps it can enhance it, by giving color to the specific anger that you feel. You can feel angry in responsible ways and you can enjoy the irresponsible anger of Limp Bizkit and you can use their anger to withstand your own. You don't need to adhere to their principles, but you can harness the energy and use it for good. In order to do this, I would recommend listening to the song "Getcha Groove On," a song that makes explicit the plan to take the anger that you feel and use it as an excuse to forget about the world around you and just take it easy for a little bit. You can lose yourself in the unrighteous anger of watery hot dogs, allow yourself to be unburdened by the righteous or unrighteous anger that you feel all the time, and accept, just for a little bit, that some things are out of your control.

It's probably unfair to ask Limp Bizkit to show their work anyway. They have no obligation to make clear what they are angry about, and their being unclear about it shouldn't affect the value of the art. I think I am just getting caught up in the idea that there are so many angry people in the world today, and so many of them have no fucking idea what they are angry about. Plus consider the number of ways that propaganda can provide misinformation about sources of anger. It's like (e.g.) you feel anger because you hurt your lower back, and get access to health care through the Affordable Care Act, and then somehow end up directing your anger at the President who made the ACA happen. The anger is real and warranted but misdirected through ignorance and propaganda. I am afraid that Limp Bizkit is fueling this anger too, the misdirected kind. I just can't bring myself to trust the American populace to interpret the purpose of Chocolate Starfish and the Hot Dog Flavored Water responsibly, to not take this anger here on this album and use it to justify their own misguided anger. I don't know.

It's also not my responsibility to worry about how other people interpret art, so I'm in the wrong here, probably. And it's also not really Limp Bizkit's responsibility either. They made the album and once it hits the shelves, it's out of their control. If people want to listen to it after getting really angry about having to vaccinate their children and think "wow, Fred Durst is angry, just like me!" then there's not really much anyone can do about it. From a harm reduction standpoint, I suppose you could even make the argument that it's better for someone to listen to Limp Bizkit for all the wrong reasons then to, say, shoot up a school. Like if people need Limp Bizkit in order to mirror their own ignorance, and that makes them feel at peace in a fucked-up, confusing, anger-inducing world, then have at it!

Not all of these thoughts that I've written about so far are kind thoughts, and many of them betray a general sense of anxiety I have about the state of society. I want you to know that I do have empathy for all humans, including those who don't see the world how I see it, and those who don't care to ever learn anything about the world or themselves. I really do appreciate the idea of someone finding this particular album and finding peace here. That would be the best case scenario. I like the idea, mostly, of finding peace in camaraderie, in finding common ground with others and using that as a springboard to a better understanding and eventually to real action. It has to start somewhere. Why not start at Chocolate Starfish and the Hot Dog Flavored Water?!

If I'm choosing one song from this album that might exemplify the ideal, I'm choosing "Rollin' (Urban Assault Vehicle)," in which Fred Durst teams up with DMX, Redman, and Method Man in an ode to perseverance. (My woke bonafides constrict me from saying that this is a "good" song, mostly due to the celebratory use of the r-slur, but if we could please, for the sake of the argument I'm about to make, gently put this very real and warranted criticism to the side, temporarily.) Like, if we're talking about anger in society, and how many people are ill-equipped to deal with this very real and warranted emotion, then maybe we can look to such a song as this and use it to gather an action plan.

A key lyric is literally "breathe in and breathe out." That's good advice! Better advice? Keep rollin'. Keep goin'. Keep existin'. Keep fightin' the good fight. Keep stickin' up for what you believe in. Even if there are people out there who are going to doubt you, belittle you, write mean blog posts about you, you gotta keep rollin'. And the best advice? That we can do all this together! Think about what it took to get these rap titans on this goofy-ass rap-rock band's album! They are working together. There are a lot of differences between Fred Durst and DMX, but this song finds the commonalities. They are able to join together to acknowledge that the world is tough to live in and that all we can do is keep going. It's the power of togetherness that this song effectively makes clear. We can only survive if we work together! Keep rollin' together!

And so... I thought a lot about this album throughout the week. I will say that the music mostly annoyed me. Not a fan. Some moments of levity, for sure, but also some moments that induced eyerolls. That's nü-metal for ya. That's rap-rock for ya. But through it all, I can say that one thing that it didn't make me feel was anger. The worst albums that we've ever listened to in Record Club make me fucking angry, and I didn't get that here. Now, whether that's a sign that I approached the album initially without anger or if the album's messaging was effective in reducing my anger to nothing, I don't know. Maybe it doesn't matter. I wouldn't listen to this album again by my own free will, but I ended up appreciating it for what it was, and was glad to spend time with it, and consider it seriously. And I think if you're still angry after listening to this album, then there was nothing any music could do to help you to begin with.

GRADE: 2.5 pukes out of 5

Wanderer, Sunny


Sunny:
To quote the 2012 hit: "Not really sure how to feel about it."

Joe: What is that?

Sunny: It's the line from "Stay."

Joe: ...

Sunny: The song on the album.

Joe: ...

Sunny: The Rihanna cover?

Joe: Oh, is that... I don't know. Obviously it's been a while since we covered this one.

Sunny: Look it up later.

Joe: [laughter] Got it. Sorry. Go ahead.

Sunny: So that's how I feel. I mean—

Joe: That's a Rihanna cover?

Sunny: Yes! I heard it—and this is kind of the feeling I had for the whole album—this reminds me of something, and I can't quite put my finger on it. I heard that cover in particular, and was like, "Oh, I remember this from a long time ago." This was a very popular one, but got memory-holed. 2012? That's before trump! That's a different life. So I had to double-check, and it is indeed a shortened version of the Rihanna song.

It's not bad. The whole album's not bad. I appreciate the opening "Wanderer" thing, the low production singing, and then exiting on "Wanderer" too. It's just a big wandering album. It sort of dovetails nicely into our discussion on Nebraska. Whereas something I pulled out of that book was that Nebraska was an incidental display of wandering, this feels a bit contrived. The biggest criticism is that the two biggest song it are, one, the Rihanna cover—which, ya know, great, it's a strong feminist album, you have a strong Black woman writing a hit, so covering it is great.

And the other one is the "Woman" song, which, there ya go, co-written by Lana Del Rey. And there she is again. And so I thought, who is this album reminding me of? Is it Lana Del Rey? There's a little in there, but it's not that. Is it Maggie Rogers? There's a little in there, it's not that. Is it some homage to Dolly Parton? A little in there, but not that. Fiona Apple's probably the closest I've gotten, but it still doesn't feel quite right. Because of this whole feeling of "this isn't a uniquely personally product"—or if it is, it's not coming through—and it's sort of gesturing too much to other, slightly-more to mega-more popular artists. Even if you do consider the covers co-writes or not. It's just fine.

But you know what? Less than 40 minutes, I was able to listen like three times between yesterday and today, no problem. I can throw this on at an office party, no problem. I'm not gonna get a lot of pushback, or a lot of confusion. It's just fine. So that's my review for this. It's just fine.

Joe: Yeah, I mean I feel like it was definitely underrated at the time that Record Club did it, seven and a half years ago.

Sunny: One of the O.G.s.

Joe: Yeah! Underrated probably just because of the tone, that it was slow. Not necessarily something that I was personally used to at the time. I've gotten there, we've gotten there as a group. There's ways to appreciate this, without worrying about tempo.

Sunny: For sure. There's some great things you can do in a low tempo.

Joe: I read something that... Cat Power might be antivax?

Sunny: [laughter] See, that's an interesting twist! Another topic that probably wouldn't have come up too much in 2012. But now...

Joe: The classic "too far left," and not, like, following RFK or whatever. You know, proving the horseshoe theory, that the left and the right bend around. I don't often believe that theory. But with vaccines, sometimes... I don't think that affects the music.

Sunny: She's a wanderer, man!

Joe: That's right.

Sunny: Can't be locked down by autism!

Joe: She's definitely, uh, independent. Was it around this time that she might have had a kid?

Sunny: Okay. The album cover has a little kid on there. Something about motherhood, feminism... Maybe this is a criticism that's not fair to musicians, but sometimes, the music is making me do too much of the work for the theme-building. That's kind of their job!

Joe: That's a good thing to put a pin in, and save for our book club conversation.

In My Place 302

October 29, 2026. 40.09728, -75.14447. See the updated map here. See all the blog posts here.


Daddy I don't want to do dance anymore.

That's fine. I do think that you should finish out the semester. It's already paid for.

I don't want to.

Just do what you signed up for and then we'll talk about it. I don't care either way. You can do two art classes if you drop out of dance. As long as you're doing something.

But I have a cut on my foot. I can't dance tonight.

Yes you can.

I can't walk.

You can walk. Just take the pain.

Okay.

You're not going to be comfortable every second of your life. Just take the pain. Dance tonight, and then we'll talk.

Thursday, October 29, 2026

Song of the Day: "Gonna Fly Now"

A column about music, and about how the music informs our lives. Today's author is Joe. See the previous songs HERE.


"Gonna Fly Now"
Bill Conti
from Rocky: Original Motion Picture Score
1976

I love XPN's annual countdowns. Some are better than others, but all of them are fun to think about and chat about and argue about. Like this one, whose submissions are due today—the Top 885 Songs from Movies and TV. An absolutely ridiculous countdown, bordering on nonsensical. E.g. what, you're gonna be comparing "Twist and Shout" from Ferris Bueller with the fucking theme song to The Munsters? So fucking stupid.

But I love it. There are so many options that you can easily come up with like seven different Top Tens if you wanted to. The mishmash of movies and TV really does a disservice to the formation of these lists. Who cares though! I don't. The mishmash of movies and TV and music does the worst disservice of all, because, like, am I supposed to be ranking the music itself, or its placement in the episode/film, or the episode/film itself? I don't give a fuck! There's no rhyme and reason! That's fun!

I'm not even going to be upset when the song that is today's official Song of the Day ends up at number one on their countdown, as cliché as the pick is. I'm not voting for it, but only because too many other people are voting for it. I instead like to use these lists as a way of getting some personal, niche picks in there, even though I know that such a list won't make a dent in the countdown. Unless I juke the stats, of course. (Ironically, that song that I crowbarred into the 2024 countdown has since taken on some cultural cache via the gay hockey drama, and has a legitimate shot at making this countdown without any tomfoolery from yours truly.)

I'm going to rank my choices below because I'm asked to rank them, but you should know that there's really not a way to compare any of this stuff. Too many factors. I'm going to give a tiny blurb, especially because such a countdown actually requires explanation, where other countdowns wouldn't. Like, if you were wondering why a song was on the Top 885 Songs of the 21st Century countdown, the answer is "it's a good song." But with the Top 885 Songs from Movies and TV, you have to explain what movie or TV episode it's from. That's a requirement. So I will abide by the rules and explain where explanation is needed.

HONORABLE MENTIONS / DISQUALIFIED:
  • "Running up That Hill (A Deal with God)" is a fantastic song, but it would only be eligible for this list because it became re-famous from a dogshit TV show, sincerely the worst television series of all time and it's not even close.
  • The theme song to The Office, which is culturally significant and instantly recognizable, and, even though I think The Office is massively overrated and not necessarily bad but probably the most cringeworthy show of all time (cringe in the way people like it, not the subject matter itself), I don't think TV show theme songs should be eligible (even though they are, and will be legion on this countdown)
  • The song that plays at the end of the Bluey episode "Pass the Parcel," mostly because I couldn't find what it was called or even if it's an actual full-sized song, and not because of any feelings I have about the show (the best kids' show of all time but the way other adults act like this is a legitimately great show in its own right recently has me backing away from any good will I have toward it, for better or worse, but I suppose that's a me problem, not a Bluey problem) or the episode (despite everything that I said in the last parenthetical, I still stand by the fact that "Pass the Parcel" is straight-up one of the best episodes of television in any genre).
  • "Out Tonight" from RENT, which is probably my favorite song from any musical at this point, and it's from a movie, but I don't think Broadway musicals should be considered, since "movie" is usually from an adaptation, so "movie" wasn't its original medium.
  • "Where Is My Mind?" by Pixies from Fight Club, and a thousand others, that are good songs but not great songs from good but not great movies, but which have somehow found their way onto any "best needle drops in movie history" list you could find on the internet, and which will, naturally, find their way to the top of this countdown as well.

Top Ten Favorite Songs from Movie and TV (Off the Top of My Head in This Moment in Time)

10. "Tomorrow Never Knows" by the Beatles

My best and most fully formed and most closely held opinion is that all TV sucks and that I hate watching TV. But that's not entirely true. There are six exceptions to this rule. There are six TV shows that transcend the base medium of filthy television and manage to become ART. Those shows: The Sopranos, Mad Men, Lodge 49, BoJack Horseman, The Leftovers, The Bear. Any show not listed on here SUCKS. If you're saying "what about Breaking Bad?!" right now then you should know I think you're a fucking philistine. Anyways, this song was good in Mad Men. I liked that the ad agency was like "we can't get an actual Beatles song for our commercial, it's just not possible!" and then Mad Men got an actual Beatles song for its episode-ending montage.

9. "On My Way" by Alex Lahey

Most of these songs are on here because of something they mean to me, as formulated by their placement in the visual media but more importantly their placement in my life. The Mitchells vs. the Machines was the first family comedy we got into as a family, and so hearing this song makes me think about my own family and how much I love them. Corny! Yeah!

8. "Genius of Love" by Tom Tom Club

I bet you the theme song from It's Always Sunny is gonna make the countdown. It'll deserve it too. But my vote goes for the song from the Season 12 finale, which feels like it encapsulates everything that makes this show one of the best of all time (but not art, see above).

7. "September" by Earth, Wind & Fire

I feel like I've written about this before somewhere on the blog, but I don't feel like looking for it now. "September" is the linchpin song of Robot Dreams, and is used so well in that perfect film that it singlehandedly pulled this song from the depths of "I can't fucking stand this shit anymore" and turned it into "this is one of the greatest songs of all time."

6. "I'm a Survivor" by Reba McEntire

Strip away the thousands of layers of irony, please, and consider this song for what it is: a great song. Grannies Gone Wild Day is in a couple weeks, so I don't need to rehash the GGW project right now. But I should say now that I'm bending the "no theme songs" rule, because my submission is the studio version of the song, that I am assuming that the show Reba uses at some point in the hundred-plus episodes of the series that I will never see.

5. "Can You Picture That?" by Dr. Teeth and the Electric Mayhem

"Favorite Song" wins out over "Best Song" every time on lists like this. "Rainbow Connection" is the better song, maybe the straight-up best movie song (i.e. "song made specifically for a movie") in history, if I'm being honest. But "Can You Picture That?" is my favorite. It's the only movie song that's ever made the transition from movie to iPod. As we all know, that is a serious indication of how much I love this song!!!!!!

4. "I've Got a Golden Ticket" by Charlie Bucket and Grandpa Joe

I sang this song for an audition one time. I was a very unserious thespian, and was mainly just doing it to talk to girls. That's my personal anecdote for this song, but the real story here is that the scene where Charlie finds the golden ticket is one of the best scenes in movie history. Just rewatched it a couple weeks with my kids (it was their first time, and they were only down because they had been watching a reality show competition that was themed like Willy Wonka... don't ask, because I didn't ask either...), and all four of us went fucking nuts when the golden ticket is revealed. Movie magic, baby. Deserves a song on this countdown to honor it.

3. "Like a Friend" by Pulp

The Venture Bros. would find itself at the top of a list of "Favorite TV shows that are just good stories, and aren't necessarily 'art' like the six shows I listed before." Great show, a fun show, a well-made show, a show cut down before its time was truly over (which is funny because it was on the air for 21 years). The end of Season 4 is soundtracked with this song, and perfectly encapsulates what makes this such a special show. But I can't tell you to watch it, because that would ruin what happens. And I can't tell you to start The Venture Bros. from the beginning and make your way up to that special moment, because I fucking hate TV and I would never recommend a TV show to you because I'm not a fucking loser.

2. "Slow Ride" by Foghat

I could probably make an entire Top Ten Songs from Movies and TV list from just my favorite movie alone, even if you drop the song sung by the sexual abuser. "Slow ride / take it easy" is the lyric that best gets to the heart of Dazed and Confused, though, so "Slow Ride" wins out over "Tuesday's Gone" et al. It's the best culmination of good song, good movie, good placement in the movie, and good placement in my life with this movie. Everything working together. If there is justice in this world, Dazed and Confused will rule XPN's countdown.

1. "Let the Mystery Be" by Iris DeMent

Yes, it was a theme song! It doesn't matter! Also, only the theme song for the second season! Also, wasn't made explicitly to be a theme song! Also, it works as not only a theme song for The Leftovers as a show but also as instructions on how to interpret art in general! It's not the answers you should seek, but the emotions you feel on the endless quest to understand! Also, it doesn't matter! None of this matters! The countdown is silly! We can have fun with it! The sometimes theme song to a great TV show is at the top of this list! I don't know! Who cares!!!!

As of this writing, you can make your submissions HERE.

In My Place 301

October 28, 2026. 39.95775, -75.15923. See the updated map here. See all the blog posts here.


What a cliché! How many skyline pictures does one city need?!

Still... can't deny the beauty of it. Especially on such a clear and sunny day. Especially when you successfully play hooky on a large work meeting and spend it chatting with a friend, and then make the slow walk back to the office, and stop to take a picture, because it's all just so goddamn beautiful, this whole fucking city, and every life contained within it.

Wednesday, October 28, 2026

(til) DEATH #30: "No More Mr. Vice Guy"

A review of S02E08 of the American sitcome 'Til Death.


He sat in the back corner, the farthest away from the big boss as possible. Thomas "Tommy" Bines had no intention of making himself known at the meeting by speaking or being conspicuous in any way. It backfired immediately when the big boss rolled into the "good morning... I said good morning!" bit that big bosses like doing, and when the second response was still lackluster he looked to the back and said "Tommy, can you hear me?" because he was all the way in the back. The ensuing "getting to know [your new big boss" PowerPoint slide made no mention of music, and so we can probably safely assume that big boss was not making an intention reference to the Who's rock opera.

But that PowerPoint made a few other things perfectly clear, clearer than they had been even before, when Tommy tried to escape this big boss's chain of command but accidentally got promoted into another chain of command at the same time that big boss was getting promoted and swallowing that chain along with the promotion, so that he was still here, still at these godforsaken meetings, still sitting in the back corner praying he would be ignored while big boss boomed bullshit. Tommy knew how he operated. All talk in public, weaselly snickering in the shadows. There's no way around any of it. His presence loomed too large. His ego was like a black hole, all dense and pulling at everything around it constantly.

Tommy couldn't stand it. He couldn't stand any of it, any of these fucking people. The big boss and the little bosses, they all represented everything that sucked about this fucking job. But there was a chain of command and he listened to it because he needed the paycheck, and so he sat in the room and listened to big boss and his minions crack inside jokes and all the while Tommy fumed and wished he were anywhere else but here. He looked out the window and saw a pigeon stare at him then hop backward off the ledge and hit the wind mid-drop, soaring away, to somewhere, parts unknown, in a way that made Tommy jealous.

Big boss was still talking about his history as a person, his alma mater, his slow climb through the ranks, making sure to underline how he deserves this, how he worked hard and cares deeply about the game. Tommy wasn't denying that. It's easy to care. You have to be inhuman not to care, and Tommy knew that big boss was human. A deeply flawed human, sure, and a vastly annoying one, yeah, but human nonetheless. You can be a human and an asshole at the same time. You can care about what matters but also care about shit that doesn't matter too. It's possible. Here was big boss, proving it every day.

Big boss's existence and modus operandi had a way of holding Tommy accountable, which, when you honestly thing about it, was probably a good thing, though annoying as fuck too. There was an incident a couple years ago when big boss leapfrogged two spots down the chain to call Tommy personally, about some fucking case (Tommy couldn't even remember the specifics), about the kid on the case and how big boss was taking a vested interest in the case for whatever reason, and Tommy froze up when he got the call. It was intimidating, to be at the center of big boss's attention, ain't that the fucking truth.

And Tommy must have said something that rubbed big boss the wrong way. It wasn't clear on the phone call what the issue was. If you had asked Tommy after big boss disconnected the call, Tommy would've shrugged and said that it went well. Except that, two weeks later, Tommy's direct boss (the only good and decent person in this whole goddamn building, thank god, the only person without a great ugly pulsating ego attached to his fucking forehead) whispered to him that word got down to him that big boss had actually taken issue with Tommy's interpretation of the case. Tommy had no fucking idea. This was all through back channels.

But and yet—and this came with a year of relitigating the scenario again and again in his mind as he stood silently in the shower, thinking, thinking—maybe this had a way of strengthening Tommy's skills as a worker, too. Because that whole fucking thing that happened with that particular case, it never happened again under Tommy's watch. He knew that protocol like the back of his fucking hand, just in case big boss ever leaptfrog down the chain of command again and called Tommy and asked him. He would be ready with answers, would be ready to deny big boss the pleasure of talking shit behind closed doors.

Big boss was yapping about some nonsense up there, sans microphone and only two out of every three words intelligible, and Tommy started daydreaming a little bit, thinking about that time that big boss had burned him, and also thinking about the episode of television he had seen the night before, and how this particular episode of the American sitcome Til Death felt relevant. The tall guy, what's his name, uh, you know, the dude from that 2018 movie Gloria Bell, um, Dustin I think his name was? Dustin and the piefucking guy are teachers at the same school, Tommy recalled, and suddenly piefucker becomes principal, and starts "asserting himself," and ends up suspending Dustin Bell from his teaching position because Bell is cracking one too many jokes at the teachers meeting.

Tommy wasn't sure how the showrunners were trying to frame it, but Tommy knew how he framed it in his mind. Dustin was wrong. It ultimately didn't matter that piefucker was power-tripping. It was Dustbell's responsibility to know that, and to work around it. He should've known that the teacher's meetings were important, that piefuck had important news to share, stuff that was actually integral to running a good school, not beyond but parallel to the power-tripping thing. Dustel should've known. He should've known!

But and but and but you can also see how this is no way to operate, in the chain-of-command structure. No sane boss acts like this when they get big. And don't you fucking start thinking that he was doing this on purpose, big boss, trying to give "tough love" to Tommy by busting his balls but also ultimately getting the work out of Tommy regardless. The end does not justify the means. Tommy fucked up by not knowing but that's no reason to be a fucking asshole about Tommy not knowing. It might in a perverse way make him a good boss but it unequivocally makes him a bad person. And it's wild that he couldn't see it, fucking wild!

Still... note that Tommy was in the back corner of the room, trying to stay small. Still. And that's because he accepted some core truths, that there were things that he could control and things that he couldn't, and he tried as hard as he could to have the wisdom to know the difference. He knew that there was no changing big boss now. There was nothing he could do. Tommy was at his mercy, always has been, and always would be, at least until big boss retires, which should give Tommy a solid eight years of existence in this agency without boss's looming presence. In the meantime, he's shutting the fuck up, and answering when called upon, and smiling a fake smile, and feeding egos when they need feeding, and shutting the fucking fuck up otherwise. 

Tommy started thinking about the sitcome episode again, and how Dustball's extremely hot wife and the indelible character actress Kat Foster were sitting on the couch sipping wine and bonding over how silly the boys were being, but then eventually came to verbal blows because neither one of them could see the other's POV. Everyone is entrenching in their own worlds because they cannot find the strength to be humble and to consider the possibility that they themselves are wrong in some way. When everyone's wrong and everyone lives in a world that seems hellbent on making everyone feel "right" all the goddamn time, then you're gonna have constant conflict. And Tommy did not want to live this way.

He couldn't live this way. It was untenable. He couldn't live his whole goddamn life thinking he was completely right and big boss was completely wrong. Thinking you're right all the time has a way of creating a toxic acid that eats right through your skin and your bones and your soul. It was healthier being wrong sometimes. And it's functionally more convenient to be wrong sometimes too. He saw the compulsion to be right everywhere around him, and it made Tommy sick. Everyone in this room, that's all they can do is be right, all the time, muttering to themselves about how right they are, without anyone even listening to them. Tommy sees it on the TV, Til Death and otherwise, sitcomes and real life, Dustman and piefucker and all the rest, people just constantly vying for rightness, never admitting wrongness. Tommy saw it in his own family, all up and down the family tree, his only brother especially, god rest his soul, felled at the hands of a compulsion to be right.

The irony of the situation now was that this revelation made Tommy better at his job than he ever was before. In admitting he was wrong, he stood out. In his ability to soothe egos, he rapidly moved up the chain. Years later, a big boss himself, he would remember this moment, right before the meeting in that long-ago room hit its stride, and try to remember what it even felt like to think that he was right. He looked out from the glass window of a wall in his corner office and it all felt wrong, which was, in a way, righter than ever.

GRADE: 5 pukes out of 5