Monday, August 3, 2026

Monday Morning Mixtape 081: Cool Cool Cool

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


Welcome to our new monthly format! Regardless of what it does to participation, at the very least I don't have to put together Spotify playlists every week now, which is cool! Speaking of cool:

"Cool Cool Cool"
Give us the coolest songs you know (since we are bloggers, and are thus authorities on the concept of cool)
chosen by Joe







"Aching" by Mannequin Pussy
from I Got Heaven, 2024

I'm not gonna lie, this is the MMM that has given me the most stress since at least the Women's History Month one. The first problem is that I don't think that I am cool (the theme's explanation was sarcasm, obviously), and thus I get an intense imposter's syndrome when attempting to speak on what is cool. The second problem is that someone believing that they themselves are cool is the most uncool thing you could possibly do, and so I wouldn't dare even approach that line of thinking. The third problem is that I have a very narrow definition of what "cool" means, especially in the context of music. I can basically run every song through my head and come up with a reason why it's not cool. That's on me, though. And so I'm basically choosing songs that have the weakest arguments in my head. I couldn't think of too many reasons why Mannequin Pussy would be considered uncool.  —Joe


"Icky Thump" by the White Stripes
from Icky Thump, 2007

Here's what I'm speculating where my personal definition of cool comes from: grade school bullies. I use "bullies" extremely lightly, of course. No trauma, no hardship. But there were actions from me and reactions from others, and that trained me over time. The action was, uh, finding success, academically, in the small pond of elementary school. The reaction was "Joe is a fucking loser" because of that. I didn't bail on getting good grades (not until my last year of college, and even then, I got by), but I did build a protective layer. That layer looked something like "I will never show anyone that I care." Coolness isn't defined by what you do, but how you react to what you do, is what I found. I can get good grades but the crucial part is to pretend that I don't care. Cool is effortless and humble success. Uncool is having success and showing anyone that you're proud of it or that you tried really hard. And so I am trapped in this mindset, even though I realize how unfair it is. And so I apply it to music, within the context of this mixtape. What is cool? Cool is music from people who are really good at making music but don't ever show that they care.  —Joe


"Puppet to the Man" by Kurt Vile
from Smoke Ring for My Halo, 2011

I asked Pam what she thought of this prompt. Her mind was not twisted in the same way as mine was so her definition of cool was a lot broader. The first artist she named as an example of music that is cool was the War on Drugs. The first artist I had named was Kurt Vile. The dichotomy of those two answers is actually pretty useful in trying to explain what I think is certifiably "cool." I like the War on Drugs' music a little better, but I think Kurt Vile is cooler. The reason I like the War on Drugs' music a little better is because the care so fucking much about the craft, and the music is large and epic and feels like it's important, and that they are giving fucking everything when they make that music, and it makes my heart swell. That's what makes it good, but that's also what makes it not as cool. Kurt Vile has rarely, if ever, made music that felt epic. His music sounds like a stoner making the shit he wants to make while hanging out in his garage (that's because that's literally what the music is). He obviously cares about his craft, but the presentation suggests that he doesn't care. That's what the difference is! Not the action, but the reaction. He's cool as fuck.  —Joe


"expectations" by Olivia Rodrigo
from you seem pretty sad for a girl so in love, 2026

This one finds me in the gap between knowing that the artist is cool and wanting to believe that the artist is cool. Besides, ya know, the whole idea of operating within the pop music industry that requires false pretenses for the sake of entertainment to the widest audience possible, Olivia Rodrigo feels to me to be the pop star most able to overcome those hurdles and present the truest version of herself that she can (again, understand the circumstances, which are trying for those who wish to present their true selves). She's working against the pop music grain in terms of music style (this being, what, an art rock song, post-punk, new wave, something like that? something that you would never fucking here from a banal Swift sort?) and in terms of play-it-safe PR shit (pretty outspoken about abortion rights; LGBTQ+ advocacy in a world that is actively trying to kill trans people; donations and forthrightness about UNICEF relief efforts for Palestinians who are currently being murdered by the Israeli government, in a culture that seems designed to silence such relief efforts). I believe that Olivia Rodrigo is working in an industry at a level that makes it impossible to make good art and act like they don't care, but I believe that Olivia Rodrigo gets closer to that cool ideal than basically any of her peers.  —Joe


"You're Gonna Miss Me" by the 13th Floor Elevators
from The Psychedelic Sounds of the 13th Floor Elevators, 1966

So much of what's cool and what's not cool comes back to the reaction outside of the artist, that it makes it pretty much impossible for any well-liked artist to actually be cool. I'm still describing my own fucked-up brain, mind you, so take everything I'm saying with a grain of salt. But my reaction to something being popular is still, after all these years, "that's not cool." Again, this is completely separate from the "is this good" discussion. The Beatles are very good, one of the best to ever do it, but they are NOT cool. Way too popular to be cool! This took me so long to distinguish, that these were two different conversations, like an embarrassingly long time. There is so much great music out there that I love, despite the fact that it is popular. There is so much great fucking music out there that I love, despite the fact that it is so fucking lame. My love of music is vast, and is not strung up on whether it's cool or not. My love of cool music is small and narrow, and that's because my definition of "cool" was irrevocably damaged at a formative age. That's not cool.  —Joe


"What It Is" by the Cool Kids
from The Bake Sale EP, 2008

The exclusion of rap music from my own inner "what is cool" monologue has to do with the fact that I don't consider myself cool, and I certainly don't consider to cool to try to talk about what is cool regarding things I'm not knowledgeable about. I already said that there is a difference between caring and not caring, or at least the presentation of caring vs. not caring. But what would be a mortal sin would be the presentation of caring about something that you don't actually know jackshit about. The irony is that the very first rap album that I ever actually listened to of my own accord and appreciated and thought was cool because I grew to know it well and it became a part of my during my formative years was by a rap duo literally named "the Cool Kids." Do I think the Cool Kids are cool? Yeah, I do. Not every song on The Bake Sale EP is cool, but some of it is, because they feel like they are just fucking around, which is cool. I don't know if the Cool Kids think about coolness in the same way I do. Maybe what I think about cool doesn't matter. Probably it shouldn't.  —Joe


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

In My Place 214

August 2, 2026. 38.99256, -74.79718. See the updated map here. See all the blog posts here.


Remember when they tried to ban canopies from the beach? This was in Wildwood, the backwards fucking shore town that I've somehow found myself visiting every year of my life. The jabronis who live here year-round love to bitch and moan about the beach, and I guess a few years ago they looked around and saw that the rapidly shrinking beach was being increasingly covered with large tents, and, ya know, instead of attempting any long-term change, like voting for responsible environmental policies, they instead kept voting for the pedophile and then attempted to just make sure people didn't have shade on the beach. That ban lasted half a summer (I think this was like 2023ish), and didn't even last until I finally got down here with my own cabana. As I type this, I don't have sunburn. I've only seen one pedophile flag in town so far, none on the beach, and also only one nazi flag (a.k.a. the thin blue line-style "American" flag). Maybe these people are starting to realize they fucked themselves. Or maybe they just don't care anymore, which is probably worse. Anyways. It was a good beach day.

Sunday, August 2, 2026

Album of the Week: Sports

For the 38th summer in a row, I will be spending one week in North Wildwood, NJ. For the eighth summer in a row, the heavy pall of Record Club's music will hang over the week. Let's see how a week at the beach will affect how I feel about this album. There have been mixed results over the years. The Wildwood RC canon is: Fever Breaks by Josh Ritter, Watermelon Man! by Mongo Santamaria, We Are Not Your Kind by Slipknot, Don't You Fake It by the Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, healing by In Love with a Ghost, Mindfuck Ultra by Yambag, and The Young and the Hopeless by Good Charlotte. All of these albums bring back specific Wild-Wild-Wildwood Days memories for me, even now. I appreciate you indulging me in some talk about vacation in this introduction to this week's album. If you're free, come down the shore. The beach is free, and there's room under my Cool Cabana for you. We won't listen to Modern Baseball though, the algorithm lovers in my family would never allow it.

Record Club:

WEEK 392 — August 2-8, 2026


Sports
by Modern Baseball

LISTEN:

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PICKED BY VOTE

CATEGORY OF VOTING: "Sportsball" — Mostly a joke category, and it grew from an observation I had made at some point over the spring of a band called Sports appearing over a decade after Remember Sports changed their name from Sports to Remember Sports because Sports was too confusing, but apparently not too confusing for Sports, the new band called Sports, not Remember Sports. Anyways, I added a few more artists and albums with "Sports" in their names, and Modern Baseball won. I don't think anyone is considering the fidelity of the joke when voting, their just voting for what is the most familiar. Proud to say that Philly hometown heroes took the win.

LOSING ALBUMS: Boys These Days by Sports Team; Colors by Sport; The Refrigerator by Remember Sports; Sports by Sports.

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ALBUM DETAILS

GENRE: Midwest emo, emo-pop, pop punk, indie folk, indie rock

RELEASED: November 27, 2012

LENGTH: 30:48

TRACKLIST:
  1. Re-Do
  2. Tears over Beers
  3. The Weekend
  4. @chl03k
  5. Hours Outside in the Snow
  6. I Think You Were in My Profile Picture Once
  7. Re-Done
  8. Cooke
  9. See Ya, Sucker
  10. Look Out
  11. Play Ball!
  12. Coals
LYRICS: Genius.com

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ARTIST DETAILS

PRONOUNS: he/him/his for Ewald and (from what I could find) they/them/their for Lukens

ABOUT: Modern Baseball had its genesis in the late '00s, when Ewald and Lukens met in high school in Brunswick, Maryland. They both went to school in Philadelphia in 2010 (Ewald at Drexel and Lukens at Chestnut Hill), where they met Ian Farmer, who attended Drexel, and helped them record their debut album using school equipment. They played house parties at Drexel at "The Michael Jordan House" (the cover charge was either $3 or a picture of Michael Jordan). They all temporarily left school due to the success of the band. Modern Baseball (sometimes shorted to MoBo) is known as an important band of emo's fourth wave, a.k.a. the Emo Revival era. The band went on hiatus in 2017, and this is most attributed to Lukens focusing on their mental health. The band is still on hiatus, though Ewald and Farmer still operate together in Ewald's Slaughter Beach, Dog, which was a side project at first but is not their main gig. Sean Huber joined at some point on drums, I should mention. He's not on this album, but he's on the other two. Can't forget about the drummer!

DISCOGRAPHY: This is Modern Baseball's first of three albums. It was followed by You're Gonna Miss It All in 2014, and Holy Ghost in 2016.

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ADDITIONAL INFO

READING SOME SHIT: an interview feature on a random Wordpress in 2016

WATCHING SOME SHIT: "The Weekend" live in 2012

WATCHING SOME MORE SHIT: Zach sent this one over a few days ago, a 26-year-old woman basically answers the question "what is emo" over the course of eleven minutes, including a bunch on Modern Baseball, and mentions of other artists we've covered on this blog. Watch for her intense knowledge of the scene, and try to maintain your composure as you continuously want to pummel the male interviewer in the face.

RECORD CLUB CONNECTIONS: A few name connections. Modern Baseball comes after Metamodern Sounds. It wasn't the RC album, but Huey Lewis and the News also have an album called Sports. Sports references abound throughout RC, with (off the top of my head) Little Big League, Johnny Football Hero, Footballhead, the Philadelphia Eagles, what else?

Any previous Drexel connections? It's been noted that I saw Dan Deacon perform at Drexel in 2008, but that's more happenstance than a true connection. A bunch of RC alumni have attended other City Six universities, including Hall & Oates and Tim Heidecker (both Temple). It was noted in their Wikipedia that Modern Baseball toured with the Menzingers.

We should also note that this is the second week in a row that we're covering a band slapped with the Midwest emo genre tag, though I don't know if I'd necessarily compare the Jazz June and Modern Baseball. They are different emo waves, to start (second vs. fourth). Some fourth wave bands like MoBo took things closer to the "pop-punk" end of the spectrum than the second wave. In any case, if you find them too similar, then that's my bad!

MENTIONS ON THE BLOG: I only learned about Modern Baseball in 2014, and You're Gonna Miss It All ended up at #5 on PoYB's Top Ten Albums of 2014. It was covered in The Albums That Matter in 2019, in anticipation of its ranking in the Top Albums of the Decade list, where it landed at #21. "Your Graduation" from that album ended up at #40 for the Top Songs of the Decade. Steady Hands, drummer Sean Huber's so far unmentioned side project, showed up in Summer Song Challenge at some point. I used a MoBo song to speculate about actual baseball last summer. A song from Sports showed up on a Monthly Playlist just last summer as well. Finally, three MoBo songs have appeared on three different Monday Morning Mixtapes ("Play Ball!" on MMM012, "Your Graduation" on MMM014, and "Wedding Singer" on MMM078).

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RECORD CLUB ALUMNI ASSOCIATION

This week's discography dive album: It's Alive by La Luz

This week's follow-up album: Tragic Magic by Mary Lattimore and Julianna Barwick

This week's keeping up album (probably): Music, Fashion, Film by Charli XCX

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

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COUNTDOWN:
69 Weeks Until Week 420


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 28 weeks away from Week 420.

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Happy listening, RC family!
Have a great week!

In My Place 213

August 1, 2026. 39.03776, -74.83236. See the updated map here. See all the blog posts here.


If you squint, you can see Wildwood, NJ. This is a follow-up to a blog post from seven years ago. We're still playing "Thunder Road" as we go into town. The kids are neither excited nor disappointed, it's just part of the sonic tapestry of their lives: we listen to "Thunder Road" as we cross the bridge. We hear the harmonica during those first moments of seeing our vacation town; we hear the drum triplets that bring us into the outro and we enter town in earnest. It's just something we do. Something we've always done. Something we'll always do, until something happens and we don't go to Wildwood anymore. A family tradition, but I swear there is very little fanfare. Sit tight, take hold.

Saturday, August 1, 2026

Song of the Evening: "Mistakes (Too Many to Name)"

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


"Mistakes (Too Many to Name)"
The Reds, Pinks & Purples
from The Town That Cursed Your Name
2023

It's not really all that reliable, the number tracker. I suppose this is the 10,000th blog post published on Puke on Your Birthday, which is why I'm banging out a blog post really quickly, to note the occasion, so that the 10,000th post doesn't accidentally become a picture of a North Wildwood beach porta-potty or whatever the fuck.

But the number comes with plenty of caveats. Included in that count are the landing pages, like this one, which shouldn't really count. And then there are so many tiny blog posts littered around this stupid fucking blog that are just straight-up asinine, and probably should count either. Like this one, as just one example. We have 10,000 blog posts, but so many of them are lying in a landfill right now. And then consider all the blog posts that have been published and then since deleted. I'm mostly referring to all of Mike's posts, deleted in a pre-law school haze of regret, but there's been a few from my side of the fence over the years too. I recall a post from long ago whose premise was "here are all the other people on the internet who share my first and last name," which was deleted because there were just way too many redactions, now that I'm militant about not having my last name on this blog.

Anyways, you don't care about this. You shouldn't care about this. I'm just typing because I need to type something. I'm publishing late in the afternoon on a Saturday because I don't think you need to care about it, and I'm trying to make it easy to ignore. I could sit here and type all day about this fucking blog, but that would stretch the tolerance of our readership to its breaking point. No one thinks about this place in the same way I do. It's a nice place to visit for you, I hope, but it hasn't seeped into your bones and your blood like it has for me. You live your life and you come here when you want to.

I'm just realizing now that I wrote a long meta piece for our 1000th blog post. That was written toward the end of 2019, which means that, for the first eleven years of the blog's existence, we wrote 1000 blog posts, and during the 2020s, we've written 9000 blog posts. I think that post from 2019 is worth visiting if you want to know the origin story of how we got here. It misses 90% of the story as it stands now, of course, but that's what happens when you end up writing 9000 additional blog posts. In brief, here's where we've been since then.

In 2020, I blogged twice a day, with one of them being a blog post about whatever beer I drank that day, and the other being whatever I could cobble together. I learned that a blog-a-day habit was possible. I also learned (in retrospect, perhaps) that I was probably an alcoholic.

In 2021, I lost a sense of who I was as a writer, and found that maybe I still needed to blog every day. More on this discovery in a few days in another sappy anniversary post disguised as a Song of the Day, but suffice it to say now that this year, 2021, is when PoYB became its fullest form.

In 2022, I completed my only full calendar year of grad school, so the blog was kept burning but perhaps not as bright. Occasionally, I kept the lights on. I also got deeply into alcohol, more so than ever before, so you can start to see some of the cracks show if you read between the lines. Most importantly, the most satisfying blog project I have ever or will ever complete was worked through during 2022: Grannies Gone Wild. We peaked here.

In 2023, we had a good time through the year, but the summer yet again yielded another satisfying project: Summer Song Challenge. I already knew it was fun blogging every day, but it was cool to blog every day with other people. I felt a sense of togetherness through SSC that I hadn't felt before on this blog, at least not to that extent.

In 2024, we reached another peak, this time when we took the successful Song Challenge idea and blew it up to a yearlong project. By the end of the year, it felt like the ten of us or so had actually achieved something, a collective writing catharsis. It was deeply, incredibly satisfying. I don't think PoYB really ever recovered in the aftermath of Yearlong Song Challenge. The year also started with a bunch of individual weekly columns from some of our pals. Those all faded by the end of the year too, as they always do.

In 2025, then, we were basically hungover the whole year. Trying to find some sense of identity after losing so much. No overarching projects, just a diligent grinding out the blog on a daily basis. Oh, and Film Club too! Time will tell if this is something that will stand the test of blogging time, or if it'll fade like all other blog projects tend to do. If even one person still wants to watch movies with me, then Film Club will stick around.

In 2026, this year, I think I'm starting to get the sense that we're slowly petering out, losing steam, irreversibly. But maybe something will happen that will get us back and invested!

I don't think that we're going to end up with another 10,000 blog posts after this one. I guess you never know, but I think I know. There might eventually come a time when Record Club is literally the last thing standing, and so we'll still get at least two reviews every Friday, and a Sunday write-up for the new album, and those three-plus blog posts a week might eventually add up to 10,000 more posts. Theoretically. Realistically, though, the end of my life or the end of the world or the end of the internet is gonna get to us first.

Almost half of the blog posts published on PoYB so far were not written by me. With that in mind, I want to thank you for doing your part in making this website a cool place to be. At the very least, you made me happy, so hopefully you can feel good knowing that the arduous task of writing makes at least one human being's life better than it was before you wrote. I'm being sincere. Thank you.

Alright, that's enough for now. Let's get started on blog post #10,001.

Record Club Alumni Association — Minutes from Meeting #08: Fibulator, Melody's Echo Chamber, Menzingers


(Deeper Dive)

Fibulator

drankfromtheasphaltRC Week 371 — 3.5 pukes out of 5

unhammerlike
1994 (unknown exact date)

This is the second week in a row that my Deeper Dive pick goes completely off the rails, after Gal. And to be clear, I mean this in a good way. Or at the very least an interesting way (which is what we're aiming for in Record Club anyway, you know). I suppose I'm technically less surprised about Fibulator, who were pretty weird to begin with, but I'm struggling to imagine what the collective consensus would have been if we had tried out unhammerlike first. drankfromtheasphalt was strange, but operate within the confines of the traditional rock 'n' roll structure. unhammerlike is, in comparison, unhinged. There are strange noises around every corner, creepy screaming throughout, someone squishing a dog toy throughout one song, basically no homages to any genre of music beyond freak art rock shit. This is the sound of a band playing like they knew it was the last time, and they had to go balls to the wall and include every single idea, even all the bad ones. Fibulator was right, this did end up being their last album. I just marvel at the idea of going out on this note, and letting this stand as your legacy. If that's true, Fibulator is one of the weirdest bands we've ever covered in Record Club. Again, in a good way.

GRADE: 4 pukes out of 5


(Follow-up)

Melody's Echo Chamber

Emotional Eternal — RC Week 196 — 3 pukes out of 5

Unclouded
December 5, 2025

Pam saw this artist in concert a couple months ago, and I will say primarily that, after listening to her newest album, I'm assuming the concert was cool as fuck. Melody Prochet is basically doing everything that Tame Impala wish they could do, making this dreamy psych shit seem effortless and relaxed and homegrown. Like, there are artists that feel like they are doing it in effort to try to be good and well-liked, and then there are artists who are clearly just doing it for the love of the game. Melody's Echo Chamber falls most assuredly into the latter category. Something like "Eyes Closed" feels like it was made with love. It is propulsive and yet it calms. I don't know if this is necessarily "interesting" enough for me to dive deep into (I have no idea what she's singing about, for example), but I still appreciate the art, and what it's trying to do... or not trying to do, as it were.

GRADE: 3.5 pukes out of 5


(Keeping Up)

The Menzingers

Hello ExileRC Week 36 — 4.5 pukes out of 5
Some of It Was TrueRC f/u #23 — 4 pukes out of 5

Everything I Ever Saw
July 17, 2026

Here's something funny: I never realized that Menzingers had two vocalists until now. This isn't a new kind of stupidity for me. Just last summer, I figured it out way too late in the game about Goo Goo Dolls. And it's not like Greg Barnett and Tom May are that much different vocally. I mean, now that I know, I'll hear it all the time. But this isn't like when I didn't realize until embarrassingly late that Roger Waters and David Gilmour were singing different parts on Pink Floyd songs. ANYWAY, this little tidbit helped me find new depth in a band that doesn't necessarily seem all that interested in finding depth in their own sound. These dudes have a particular style, and they are sticking to it. Is it starting to become a little noticeable? Perhaps. Stale, even? Certainly not. I think we all need to take a step back and breathe in these types of situations. We need to be thankful that great rock bands are sticking to winning formulas. They could try to switch it up and fail, and we don't want that. Too risky. Let's stick to what we all know and love. Not every band should do this, mind you, lest we lose all chance of risks paying off. But some bands should just continue on and never change. There's a comfort in that. We need the comfort of the Menzingers to get us through these hard times.

GRADE: 3.5 pukes out of 5


(Random RCAA News)
  • The Noah Kahan pissing and shitting fiasco continues, with fans continuing to piss and shit in their seats during Noah Kahan concerts.
  • boygenius member Lucy Dacus brought out two members of two other RC bands at the Newport Folk Fest—Hayley Williams from Paramore and Brandon Flowers from the Killers.
  • Bon Iver played a full set of Bob Dylan covers as "Bon Dylan."
  • BTS is boycotting the Grammys, as maybe everyone should.
  • Black Sabbath's guitarist Tommy Iommi is releasing a solo album.
  • FUCK DATA CENTERS says Willie Nelson, and pretty much everyone.

In My Place 212

July 31, 2026. 40.07308, -75.06954. See the updated map here. See all the blog posts here. Looks like shit if you don't click it, I'm sorry about Blogger's limitations.


"Does it always have to be a building?" —the only photographer in my life who gives a shit about this blog photography project

She's right to question. I do default pretty often to "here's a picture of the building that I was in." Initial arguments might defer to the title of the project itself, namely the word "place," and how that should be considered the focus. But, like, there's also no reason why the picture can't be of, say, an object that is located within that place. There are no rules. If I want to capture an object outside of the place that I spend the majority of my time (home), then that's cool, I assume. It's a better picture than another pic of the backyard or whatever.

I also really look up to my photographer friend and want to take her implicit advice.

I'm skipping town tomorrow (Saturday), so I'll have more pictures of buildings coming up, except these buildings will be in a different state, by the beach.