Monday, October 19, 2026

In My Place 291

October 18, 2026. 40.07319, -75.06903. See the updated map here. See all the blog posts here.


There's some sick rot making its way through the heart of America, sweeping through the common people. It's the obsessive need to "do things," to participate in events, no matter how stupid, pointless, painful. Today's FOMO event was a "trick-or-treating" event at the horse stables next door (a location that somehow took 291 days to take a photo at this year). We live next door, and it was free, true, so that put some balm on the wound of waiting 75 minutes for twelve pieces of candy from the animals that we see every day of our lives. There were people that came from out of town for this. There were people waiting two hours for this. I feel sad and I don't know if I can articulate why. Something about how there is an emptiness in our lives and we think we can fill it by gathering in public for the most asinine fucking reasons. There's an Infinite Jest passage about this, I should probably find it and reread it tonight, to soothe my soul from the pain I feel after waiting in this long line and thinking that this is precluding some sort of cataclysmic collapse in our society.

Horses were cute, though.

Sunday, October 18, 2026

Album of the Week: Exuma

Catherine is choosing her first album for Record Club today. I just counted (from the list here, after you scroll down), and she is the 81st person to choose an album for this club over the years. Welcome to Record Club, and welcome to the ranks of RC captains, along with such past captains as the bassist of Real Estate, Stephan's grandmother, and the boyfriends of every classmate I had in grad school.

Record Club:

WEEK 403 — October 18-24, 2026


Exuma
by Exuma

LISTEN:
Spotify | YouTube | Bandcamp | Apple

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PICKED BY CATHERINE

CATHERINE'S PITCH: "I can't remember how I first stumbled across Exuma, but I revisit this album a few times a year for a palette cleanse when I get stuck in a musical rut. The '70s Bahamian folk style is like nothing I'd heard before. It's cool, it's catchy and it's even a little scary—perfect for this time of year. As an extra cherry on top, this album partly inspired Jordan Peele's Nope."

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ALBUM DETAILS

TITLE: It's called Exuma, but all three streaming services insist on calling it Exuma, the Obeah Man. I don't know where that came from, or how it was collectively decided. Don't get distracted, this is a self-titled album.

GENRE: Psychedelic folk, Caribbean folk music, wyrd folk, Junkanoo, calypso, goombay

RELEASED: April 1970

LENGTH: 38:41

TRACKLIST:
  1. Exuma, the Obeah Man
  2. Dambala
  3. Mama Loi, Papa Loi
  4. Junkanoo
  5. Seance in the Sixth Fret
  6. You Don't Know What's Going On
  7. The Vision
LYRICS: Genius.com

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ARTIST DETAILS

PRONOUNS: he/him/his

ABOUT: Macfarlane Gregory Anthony Mackey was born on February 18, 1942, on Cat Island, the Bahamas. He was known professionally as Tony McKay, or Exuma. His Exuma persona, as well as his lyrics, were influenced by the West African and Bahamian tradition of Obeah, a system of spiritual and healing practices developed among enslaved West Africans in the West Indies, practiced by many on the islands of the Bahamas. McKay denied any "voodoo" imagery, stating "it isn't voodoo or witchcraft, not in the way that the man goes home at night and makes a secret potion." After releasing his first six albums, he created a musical stage production titled Junkanoo Drums, which led to him becoming a regular performer at the New Orleans Jazz & Heritage Festival. In the 1980s, he created his own record label called Inagua Records. He spent time in Colorado and Miami before moving back to the Bahamas and passing away in his sleep in January 1997.

DISCOGRAPHY: This is Exuma's first of ten studio albums. The last and most recent album listed on Wikipedia is 1982's Universal. The first six albums are the ones with hyperlinks, including sophomore album Exuma II, released the same year as Exuma.

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ADDITIONAL INFO

READING SOME SHIT: a 50-year retrospective from Rolling Stone in 2020

WATCHING SOME SHIT: "Exuma, the Obeah Man" on what looks like a public broadcasting show called Soul!

RECORD CLUB CONNECTIONS: RC alumnus Andrew Bird wrote about this album briefly for Pitchfork back in 2009. "You Don’t Know What’s Going On" was featured in a 1970 comedy called Joe, 54 years before RC covered R&B artist Joe. 

MENTIONS ON THE BLOG: Nothing yet! I haven't even seen Nope!

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RECORD CLUB ALUMNI ASSOCIATION

This week's discography dive album: The Incessant by Meat Wave

This week's follow-up album: No Excuses by Blaqbonez and hopefully The Time of Dragons by Tori Amos finally

This week's keeping up album (probably): Dopamine Chamber by Fontaines D.C.

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 17 weeks away from Week 420.

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Happy listening, RC family!
Have a great week!

In My Place 290

October 17, 2026. 39.94924, -75.1489. See the updated map here. See all the blog posts here.


The idea of "map of free bathrooms in the city" is one that floats around everyone's skulls at least once in their lives (I think it made it onto an episode of Seinfeld too, didn't it?). But the idea will never actually be borne out. Free bathrooms are too fickle. The map itself would require community input that is way less easier to obtain once those community members have empty bladders. It's all supposed to just live in your head, anyway. The heads of people who often find themselves in the position of having to pee and not knowing where to go to do so. I decided to pee before driving home from book club and found myself going back into the hotel that was adjacent to (connected to?) the bar we were at, down the plush stairway into a labyrinth of hallways on the basement level, with a free bathroom, right there, available to anyone who wants to walk right in. I filed it away, mentally, but, like, what are the chances that I'll find myself in this area of the city with this full of a bladder ever again? Not impossible, but unlikely. And so the file is shredded and I continue on in a world where bathrooms are elusive and every public pee feels like a quest.

Saturday, October 17, 2026

Book Club Review and Discussion: Deliver Me from Nowhere: The Making of Bruce Springsteen's Nebraska by Warren Zanes

Thank you for allowing me this particular indulgence on the blog. Hopefully it's an easy one to skip, if you don't like to read and/or identify as female. This is PoYB's quarterly check in on Boys/Beers/Breakfast/Book Club, which, as of this publishing time (9:30 AM on 10/17/26), is convening for their 32nd meeting. I think I do it this way for two reasons. The first is that I find that documenting the art and entertainment that I engage with and document too my thoughts on it has a way of helping me remember that it happened at all. So much bullshit passes through our brains, and it's hard to remember the book or the album or the movie you read/heard/watched a couple months ago, let alone years ago. The second is that it's an easy reference for me during the book discussion, having my thoughts organized like this. So thanks. And if you identify as male or non-binary and can read and want to be part of our book club, hit me up!

spoilers for the book below!!!

So I'll want to talk about the music too, which is tricky. Tricky because I feel like I'm gonna get called out on it. We've read books that have been adapted into movies and TV shows, and I usually get pretty defensive about this being a BOOK club, and can we please not talk about the fucking crime detective TV show that the author had a hand in creating, please, this isn't a TV club it's a book club, etc. etc. But this is different, right? The book is about the music. You can't talk about the book without talking about the music. You are gonna react to the book differently depending on how you originally reacted to the music (or if you reacted to the music at all, which will be interesting to hear, if someone doesn't listen to Bruce Springsteen but read this book). It's baked right in.

My Springsteen opinions are numerous and they are already on this blog. My opinion of the book is that it did a great job at continuing the discussion as it was already happening in my head. I love thinking about music and so I loved reading a book written by someone who clearly loves thinking about music too. The basic thing that you can ask from this is that it gives you a different perspective on something you already knew and already had an opinion on. If it adds something new or changes how you think even slightly, then it's a success. I have never been the biggest fan of Nebraska, but I've always liked it (it's Springsteen, after all). I think I like it slightly more than I did before, but I appreciate it way more than I did prior to reading this book about it. That's the important part.

I love a good deep dive on a specific album, and the author here did a fantastic job at doing that. Deep dives usually go in both directions at once: inward and outward. What about the artist informed the art, and what about the art informs the audience. I thought both threads were easy to follow. I thought the best parts of the book were when these two paths intersected. E.g. when we hear from a few other musicians about their take on Nebraska (Steve Earle, etc.), and we are specifically asked, where was Bruce Springsteen while all his fans were being impacted by his album? Then it whips around and talks about the aftermath for the artist, and how it contrasted with the reaction from everyone else.

The reason I liked this book is that it didn't just tell me about an album. It told me about the world that I inhabit, through the lens of an album and the artist who made it. I think ultimately the author wants you to take the book out of the equation and think about the album as a way to connect with the world at large, and connect with yourself as you exist within that world. I don't know if I'm there yet with this album, but I appreciate Warren Zanes holding my hand and trying to get me there. 

GRADE: 4 pukes out of 5 (everything about music gets a higher grade)

Discussion Questions

1. The book makes the argument that a song's greatest power is the ability to think about and talk about it afterward. Do you feel this way about Nebraska? Springsteen in general? Other music? None of the above?

2. Interesting to hear Springsteen talk about himself as "alienated," and the art as a way to combat that. Are all artists condemned to feel lonely?

3. Did the book do a good job handling the influences of this album? Like, was the discussion of Badlands handled appropriately, or did it distract?

4. Was the idea of making the demos into the actual album without changing it a good idea? Was it the defining idea that the book made it out to be?

5. I have to imagine that the movie that's based on this book made a huge fucking deal about Springsteen's relationship with his father, but it's not really touched on here at all. Most of that was touched on in Bruce's autobiography anyway. It feels weird to me that the movie would do that, to miss the point of this album being Bruce escaping himself, considering these characters to be their own thing and not some way to deal with the pain. Or were they? I dunno, I would be asking for general thoughts on the relationship between the artist and their family, their art, and their audience.

6. What do we make of the thesis that Nebraska is about the failure of the American dream? I thought this quote was good: "The American dream was always a brand that was sold to us."

7. I felt a kinship with Springsteen when they were talking about how he is weary of big hit songs because they distract from the album as a singular piece of art. I've always said that! What are your thoughts? And don't you think it's funny that Born in the U.S.A. sidesteps this issue by simple virtue of having so many hit songs on it that that becomes the entirety of the album instead of the distraction?

8. Are the other characters in this book served well? I'm talking about Jon Landau, Chuck Plotkin, etc.? Or is this the Bruce show?

9. I appreciated all the discussion about critical reaction to this album too. I liked the theory that Nebraska made it easy for critics to buy in, right before the commercial liftoff of Born in the U.S.A. I wonder what you, an amateur music critic (by virtue of being a member of this blog, whether you like it or not!), think about this theory, and what you might think about music criticism in general, and its role in music?

10. Is there a difference between being a songwriter and being a performer? I thought the comparison to James Brown was an interesting one, in this context. Lots of great comparison littered throughout this book. Springsteen/Landau as Lewis/Clark was another good one. Oh, and Springsteen's creation of Nebraska being his Odyssey!

Record Club Alumni Association — Minutes from Meeting #19: Harry and the Potters, Neil Diamond, Converge, Adeem the Artist

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)

Harry and the Potters

Lumos — RC Week 21 — 4.5 pukes out of 5

Harry and the Potters
June 2003

The concern, probably, is the voice. Well, no, that was the concern last time, and it was gently washed away in the excitement of a Harry Potter music album that was fun and clever and catchy and dorky in all the right ways. But the two dudes in the band just simply cannot sing. It's only a problem if the songwriting isn't there (or song-stealing, or whatever, who cares, who cares if they aped from Weezer and Pete Townsend and etc. etc., who cares?!). With Harry and the Potters' first album, a self-titled affair that covers the stories of the first four books, I would argue that the songwriting just simply isn't there. It's not that big of a mystery. Sixteen years separate the first and the last albums from this Wizard Rock band. That's a lot of time to learn how to write a catchy song. As it stands in 2003, the music mostly consisted of sad dumb keyboard playing while terrible vocals explained, in not-so-great detail, the events of the books. It's all good though. I appreciate the fact that this shit even existed at all, back in a time when the world seemed innocent and wonderful to my young, immature eyes, and dumb silly dudes in Harry Potter glasses played the dumbest, silliest rock music you've ever heard. I also think that there are at least two songs on here—"Save Ginny Weasley" and "These Days Are Dark"—that are legitimately good, in the way that the majority of the songs on Lumos are good. I'm not trying to be a spoilsport. I just think that it's not that great, and that's because these dudes are way younger, and just not very good at what they are doing. Yet!!!

GRADE: 2 pukes out of 5

List of bands that I found under the "Wizard Rock" genre tag on RYM (and yes, I'd like to check them all out, please):
  • Harry and the Potters
  • Draco and the Malfoys
  • Rubeus and the Hagrids
  • The Whomping Willows
  • Voldemort
  • The Cruciatus Curse
  • The Remus Lupins
  • Hollow Godric
  • Roonil Wazlib
  • The Parselmouths
  • Oliver Boyd and the Remembralls
  • The Hungarian Horntails
  • The Sectumsempras
  • Muggle Death Camp
  • Voldemort
  • Ginny and the Heartbreakers
  • How Airplanes Fly
  • Ministry of Magic
  • The Hermione Crookshanks Experience
  • The Moaning Myrtles
  • The Fleur Delacours
  • Gred and Forge
  • Creevey Crisis
  • The Marauders
  • Tonks and the Aurors
  • Dumbledore
  • Kingsley and the Shacklebolts
  • Justin Finch Fletchley and The Sugar Quills
  • The Butterbeer Experience
  • Gryffindor Common Room Rejects
  • The Mudbloods
  • The Nifflers
  • Big Whompy
  • Tom Riddle and Friends
  • The Basilisk in Your Pasta
  • The Giant Squidstravaganza
  • Shrieking Shack Disco Gang
  • RiddleTM
  • Peeved
  • Swish and Flick
  • Bob Dylan
  • Danny Dementor
  • The 8th Horcrux
  • Dawlish and the Archies
  • Hungry Hungry Hippogriffs
  • House of Black
  • The Blibbering Humdingers
  • The Muggle Spell Theory

(Follow-up)

Neil Diamond

The Christmas Album — RC Week 255 — 3 pukes out of 5

Wild at Heart
May 8, 2026

It's telling that Neil doesn't have a "THAT album," one that people can point to and say something like, that's the one, that's when he got everything together and pulled off the good one, his masterpiece, etc. Neil Diamond does songs, not albums. I mean, he does albums, he has a bunch of them, but his high points arrive in the form of songs. That's just how it goes with some artists. It makes sense that we did a Christmas album of his in order to smuggle him into Record Club, which is an albums-forward music club. Anything else would've been too easily dismissed. I think it's easy for me to dismiss Wild at Heart. The title track is really wonderful, a high point of a song. Diamond's voice is as full of life as ever. The album slowly loses steam throughout the rest of its runtime. It's one of those songwriting exercises in which you can easily see the math equations that brought it into existence. His songwriting is the equivalent of a tennis player picking up keys off the floor 1000 times in order to practice their swing. It's swift, flawless, and also rote and lifeless. But then there's Diamond's vocals, which do a lot to cover up the generic lyricism. It all sounds nice, and often doesn't make any sense. I also fear that Neil Diamond's music is always going to sound like Christmas music to me now. I fucked up!

GRADE: 3.5 pukes out of 5


Converge

Love Is Not Enough — RC Week 375 — 3 pukes out of 5

Hum of Hurt
June 5, 2026

Look, I'm listening to these albums because I have to. I have to due to self-imposed restrictions, that I have to keep up with every Record Club alumni. I also want to. I want to because I like the idea of keeping up with all the artists we've covered, even the ones that have been utterly perplexing to me. I'm listening to the new Converge album because I have to and because I want to. I have to because they made the beguiling decision to release their new album four months after they released the one we covered for RC. I want to because I want to see if anything has changed. How it was before: I have no idea what I'm listening to, I cannot get a grip, but the chaos is fascinating, and occasionally enthralling. How it is now: ehhhhh, pretty much the same. "Punishing" is used as a compliment around these genres; I would describe both of Converge's 2026 albums as "punishing." I don't have enough experience to say how these two albums differ. They are both the same to me. And because of the tight timeframe in between releases, I'll say that I have not had any time to change or grow either. I'm the same guy I was in April 2026. I'm still listening to Converge. I still think of it as chaos. I still kinda like it, and still remained confused.

GRADE: 2.5 pukes out of 5


(Keeping Up)

Adeem the Artist

White Trash Revelry — RC Week 227 — 4.5 pukes out of 5
Anniversary — RC f/u #31 — 4 pukes out of 5

notes from inside
February 25, 2026

The self-written Bandcamp description of this album is the most informed I've ever been from such a blurb. It's less an explanation as it is a cry for help. This is a stripped-back album, and it is obvious what it represents. It represents a low point in one's life. It represents an attempt to keep one's head above water. And it represents a pause while Adeem figures their shit out. Some details emerge from that Bandcamp thing, but much is left unsaid. What remains implied is implied in the music itself. This is sad, introspective music, from a human being who has zero sense of which direction is up and which direction is hell below. To give you a better sense of what it sounds like: the album highlight "learning to drive again" is basically a Mountain Goats song. The fact that it sounds like the Mountain Goats and not like Adeem the Artist says, to me, that Adeem the Artist is truly struggling to find their identity. One word sticks out in the blurb: "tokenization." I've wondered that sometimes too, whether Adeem would have found all that (brief, flickering, due for a comeback, whatever) success if it didn't feel good to someone like Jason Isbell to say that they are signal-boosting a talented non-binary country artist. I've wondered the same thing about myself, and my affinity for this artist's work. I think that Adeem themself has thought about it (or else how else to explain the suicide note of "jason isbell b-side"?). All of this means that the album is striking and memorable. It also means that it doesn't have the joy of Adeem's previous work, true. But the desperation remains.

GRADE: 4 pukes out of 5


(Random RCAA News)
  • Harry Styles and Radiohead's Thom Yorke sat down in conversation for a Rolling Stone interview series. "Talk Show Host" by Radiohead was the song that Harry Styles lost his virginity to. The intro to "Talk Show Host," to be clear.
  • The Raconteurs have reunited! I wasn't clear on the fact that they were broken up. Do bands break up anymore?
  • Doechii dropped a dope-ass new song. New album in the works???
  • Probably gonna be some intersections between Record Club and the midterm elections coming up. E.g. Kacey Musgraves responding to what's-her-name, the dog killer, regarding Kacey's support of Senate candidate Talarico.
  • What's going on with Kelly Clarkson beefing with a boutique store? Feels like a "too online" thing, I don't want to look into it, because I don't like being "too online."

In My Place 289

October 16, 2026. 39.91906, -75.18857. See the updated map here. See all the blog posts here.


this is a haiku
about a junior bacon
cheeseburger, alright

didn't crash car in the rain
didn't crash car in the rain


I didn't take this picture, but I was there. Full credit to the photographer, paid in jr. bacon cheeseburgers.

Friday, October 16, 2026

Discussion — Week 402: She's the Best by Troye Sivan


Sometimes I am surprised about what I find on the rear artwork for these albums. With such a vivid, striking, boob-filled front cover, I thought for sure that something even more outrageous was gonna be on the back. Maybe something to do with a penis to balance it out? But instead, it's the song titles written in fancy cursive letters. It's all good, because Blogger sent out a notification to all editors this week that they are tightening their standards for content warnings on blogs. No nudity! The album art isn't technically nudity, of course, but I'm always afraid that Blogger is going to unceremoniously shut us down because of a salacious album cover or something. I haven't been this worried since Go Go Diva!

For now, we are safe, and so for now, let's chat. What did you think of the album? Did any of the reviews sway your opinion? There are eighteen more weekly discussion posts after today. Are you going to miss them? If so, let me know, I'll include you in the group text or email or whatever the fuck we'll replace them with.

She's the Best, Sunny


Today the vagaries of life and work had me traveling to three mega-party cities: Vegas, NYC, Cleveland. When you go to a party city, you need party music. Sivan delivered literally and figuratively. The opening and title track is kind of sweet (kind of), rather than coded in full hardcore party-style. That gives you a range of what might be coming up. Then by track 2 the MDMA should be tickling the bottom of your brain stem, and you're really off from there. Mostly full UK-style club bangers with some softer stuff mixed in, but still with that same slant. Fun album; party at the pool, party at the show, party at the airbnb, party at the podhotel.

She's the Best, Rachel S.


In honor of Troye's succinct "Party," here's my short n' sweet review, song by song:

1. Thank you, women* really are the best. 
2. Am I too old for the clerb?
3. APPARENTLY NOT. LET'S FUCKING GOOOO. My favorite part is when he goes, "Party on the way to the party at the PARK." So plosive. 
4. Mid-'90s adult contemporary.
5. Perfume Genius-core meets everyone-wants-to-be-a-cowboy-these-days-core.
6. So satisfying when the Aussie accent comes out on "so."
7. Absolutely belongs in the 10 Things I Hate About You soundtrack. Kat Stratford downnnn.
8. Not the vibe you'd expect from the title!!! (Reminds me of his previous "One of Your Girls" 😭)
9. I see what you did there, you cheeky little rascal! Jazzy! 
10. Troye stays putting out the HORNIEST videos. Sometimes they're sad AND horny. As one YouTube commenter wrote, "what a glorious day to have eyes." And ears, for that matter!
11. If "No YOU hang up" was a song.
12. WHY LRD?

Closing thoughts: Some lovely and silly highs with some skippable lows. I'm glad Troye Sivan is making music for the masses. I'd take his version of cowboys over the slop on country-pop radio. Stay glittery, y'all.


*The world seems to be at an excessively high level of hating women right now. Sure, that's been the case for most of western/Christian civilization for all time; it's just feeling extra potent. I'll take all the diva worship I can get these days. The bar is in hell when it comes to men showing up for women. Y'all don't need to write a song for us, but maybe tell your friends/coworkers/gym pals/the guy next to you on the bus to shut the fuck up the next time they say something demeaning about the better sex. I promise you, the opportunities ABOUND. THANKS.

She's the Best, Joe


This album made me feel great in a few ways. ¶ First off, how it challenged me and my perception of what pop music is in the year 2026. I don't know how popular Troye Sivan is and I refuse to do any research on the subject, but I will estimate that he's popular and maybe popular enough for a stadium tour, but probably more so on the lower end of a high echelon. That's speaking quantitatively, but speaking qualitatively, I would imagine that there aren't many pop star peers who are trying the sounds that he's trying here. At least not right in this moment. ¶ Beyoncé's RC album comes to mind, with its focus on house music, so maybe you're thinking about that when you're hearing, e.g., "Canada Dry," but RENAISSANCE was almost a half-decade ago (hard to comprehend, I know), and the winds have shifted mightily in the pop arena. The forward-facing part of it, anyway. All those bloodsuckers are chasing country music now (even Beyoncé in her RENAISSANCE follow-up). Sivan isn't doing that here. ¶ He's doing his own thing, and I think "doing your own thing" is sincerely something that stands out, when you're a pop artist. A refusal to chase trends is tantamount to bravery. And it adds value to the art itself, because you know that there's a truth here, one not even Beyoncé could touch. Like, there's a difference between leading trends and being unconcerned with trends. That's the difference. ¶ And I don't even think "doing your own thing" necessarily means "doing something no one else has ever done." That's not true for anyone anymore, all the sounds have been done already. But you have artists combining those sounds in fresh ways, and you also have artists making those sounds for the first time in a while, in a slightly new context. I don't really hear anything that sounds like She's the Best today. ¶ The closest modern equivalent is probably the 1975, but I don't think it's an exact match, and it's possible that I'm thinking about that more because Sivan approaches "everything and the kitchen sink" in the same manner (but possibly not the same scale) as the 1975. But you don't need a modern equivalent. You say that Sivan is messing with similar sounds like, uhhhhh, the Stone Roses were messing with it? The genre tag "Baggy" is right there, listed among the rest, and if you click on it, you'll see that the highest-rated Baggy album of all time is The Stone Roses. I'm not saying the albums sounds alike, but I'm saying that Troye Sivan is messing with "jangly guitars, looping basslines, four-bar drum patterns, and a hypnotic, carefree feel" in the same way that the bands in the Madchester scene were messing with them. ¶ This isn't my overarching point, by the way, that Troye Sivan sounds like the Stone Roses. I don't even think that's true for most of the time. But the fact that I'm able to draw even the slightest connection at all says something about this modern-day pop artist. "Doing your own thing," as opposed to leading or following, gives me the ability to not feel like I'm "following trends" either, which is important to me, whether I like to admit it or not. ¶ Like if I said I like the new Taylor Swift bonus tracks, then that would be boring, but if I said I hate the new Taylor Swift bonus tracks, then that would be boring too. Shit that everyone has to have an opinion about and 90% of those opinions are based on preconceived notions, that's a fucking drag. I don't like it. There's no room for me. With something like Troye Sivan, he's popular in the outside world, but in my insular world, he was sort of an unknown, and I get to approach his music and feel like I am liking something because I like it, not because of the artist or who he is or what he's previously done or what he represents. I get to see just the music. ¶ It's helpful, of course, to think that it's good, that there's quality here, that it's catchy, but that's all expected from such a pop album. I think the point here is that it's easier for me to say that I like it because it feels like an honest assessment, untainted by outside forces. ¶ Possibly the only outside force that I might consider—but only because this is a safe space, and somewhat insular if we're being honest, and also this space has existed for so fucking long so there's history here—is the idea that our pal Rachel S. recommended it, her fourteenth album recommendation in this club, and I feel like the majority of her picks (not all, but a healthy majority) have been present-day pop, which is good, but perhaps have not always landed with me personally as they might with Rachel and others. Sam Smith? Perfume Genius? BTS? Adele? At best, I'm shrugging, and at worst, I'm callously dismissing those albums. ¶ And now here comes Troye Sivan, and I think we might have finally found an album we can share, me and Rachel. I think it's time to admit that in Record Club, after 400+ weeks, that it does actually affect my opinion about an album depending on who chooses it. When Rachel chose She's the Best, I wanted so hard to like it, and now here we are. I like it. A lot. ¶ And that feels good, to find something through a music club like this, and through someone who deigns to occasionally be part of it. I probably like She's the Best more because Rachel chose it and because this feels like a well-earned achievement in Record Club. We're finally sympatico. We can finally forget all about CANDIACE!!! ¶ If you put all that extra stuff aside, then it's really as easy as saying that this is a catchy album and that should be enough. But when you add all the extra stuff back in, then this experience becomes an important one. Yes, this is pop music. Yes, it's catchy. But yes, it's catchy in ways that other pop music from 2026 is not even trying. Yes, it's from a popular artist. Yes, this artist is not someone whom I was familiar with, or even wanted to be before this week. Yes, that adds to the experience too. ¶ And yes, Record Club afforded me the space to listen to it a bunch more times than I would have otherwise. Yes, I listened to it a lot. Yes, it sincerely got better every time. I'm wrong in that it sounds like nothing else, because there are so many things it sounds like. But I'm right when I say that the music is so consistently good that it feels new anyway. I've heard trip-hop beats like "I Do This for You" plenty of times, but somehow, it feels fresh and exciting here. I've heard staticky ballads like "FF," and arena-ready crescendos, but for whatever reason, "FF" feels like a high point here, for this particular artist on this particular album. ¶ What's the difference? I don't know. I've laid out a few theories in this review but it could ultimately just come down to it being good. Like, you hear those flutes during the "FF" climax? That's some good-ass shit. I don't often get excited for pop albums like this, but I am excited, here, with this pop album, in the year 2026, and that changes everything.

GRADE: 4 pukes out of 5

In My Place 288

October 15, 2026. 39.95333, -75.1665. See the updated map here. See all the blog posts here.


Remember when there were big plans to fix up Suburban Station, make it some sort of social hangout hub, with bars and restaurants? I don't think I'm making this up. I'm pretty sure it was deeply in the works before COVID happened and pulled the guts out of basically any plan like this. Some plans made a comeback. Others, like the alleged Suburban Station plan, were permanently buried and forgotten about. I think about it every time I walk into any isolated, desolate space down here. Imagine what this huge fucking space could look like, instead of empty floor and a nuts shop. Imagine if people actually hung out down here, instead of walking quickly through it and escaping as soon as possible.

Thursday, October 15, 2026

Never Seen It #342: Planes, Trains and Automobiles

You wanna hurt me? Go right ahead if it makes you feel any better. I'm an easy target. Yeah, you're right, I talk too much. I also listen too much. I could be watching 500 movies I've never seen before... but I don't like to hurt people's feelings. Well, you think what you want about me; I'm not changing. I like... I like me. My wife likes me. My blog likes me. 'Cause I'm the real article. What you see is what you get.


Planes, Trains and Automobiles
1987
John Hughes

If I were to draw a conclusion from my ambivalence (at best) regarding the actor Steve Martin, i.e. why I tend to not like art and entertainment that he appears in, or maybe just specifically his appearance and role in said art and entertainment, then I'd probably say that I don't like when characters are assholes for no reason. It's actually pretty easy to find a good reason, a motivation, for a character to be an asshole, so it annoys me when we're supposed to just accept when a character is an asshole for no reason. You'll recall where this all started—my confusion at Steve Martin's bit part in The Muppet Movie, one of the warmest and funniest movies of all time, in which Steve Martin appears as a random waiter with a stick up his ass for literally no reason other than the fact that it's supposed to be "funny" that he's an asshole. It makes total sense that, as it turns out, Steve Martin had that role and played it that way simply because he's good at playing the asshole-without-motivation. He filmed his small role in The Muppet Movie around the same time he was filming his starring role in The Jerk, and was probably just playing the same character. If you need a 90-minute explanation as to why I hate characters like this, subject yourself to The Jerk. The least funny movie of all time, and the lack of logic behind the titular Jerk's behavior is what I believe to be the reason why.

All that to say... Planes, Trains and Automobiles managed to find a thoroughly believable logic for Steve Martin's character's behavior, and because of this, it instantly becomes the best role I've ever seen him in. Low barrier to clear, but he does it. Martin's Neal Page is an asshole, but it makes sense that he acts in asshole-ish ways. He is established as a stickler for rules, and he lives in a world where everyone else is breaking those rules. He is drawn as an independent person, and he spends the entire movie tied to someone else and more or less responsible for them. He is a family man just trying to get home to his wife and kids, and no one else seems to give a fuck about this core value. I feel a kinship with many of Page's emotions throughout the film. The frustration is valid! I definitely understand the pain of having to take a hellish commute home and lose precious time with my kids! Neal Page is an asshole, but his asshole nature is acutely logical.

The logic behind a story is more important to me than whether that story is "funny" or not, just to warn you. I thought there were plenty of moments in Planes, Train and Automobiles that were funny, but nothing laugh-out-loud funny. I often feel this way about comedies that are 30 or 40 years old. It's like the jokes aren't as sharp or something. This is something the Never Seen It series has gone over probably too many times, my feelings on the subject, but my point now is to say that the number of times I laughed during this film isn't really connected to how much I appreciated the film. There's a reason that, when you ask people about Planes, Trains and Automobiles, the often start with the ending, which is designed to be heartwarming, and certifiably unfunny on purpose.

I have fewer original thoughts about John Candy as an actor than I do Steve Martin. I agree with basically everything that other people have already said about his performance here. It's lovable. It cuts against expectations—maybe a lesser movie would make Candy's Del Griffith sort of an asshole too, and have the two main characters butt heads because of competing interests, but it was a much better movie because Griffith is so kind and empathetic. And the performance rightfully makes people think that John Candy should've had more opportunities to show range. He shows depth here. Does he get to this place in any other movie? I can see it in his bit role in Home Alone. I can even see some sort of version of it in Cool Runnings. But then I watch other movies like the cruel and unfunny Uncle Buck, and think that he had a talent that was wasted.

It wasn't wasted here. The ending, in which Neal and Del officially become friends, is an ending that was more than earned. Because there is a logic behind Neal's and Del's respective behavior, then it consequently makes perfect sense that they would find friendship in each other, after all they've been through. Neal is an asshole but comes to realize that he's only an asshole because he's trying to face this cruel world alone, and that he might be less of an asshole if he just had a supportive presence in his life. Del is lonely and tries way too hard to become friends with people and realizes through Neal that sometimes people just come in and out of your life by happenstance, and that you don't have to force it, that you can just appreciate the people who are there, that even the assholes are there for the same reason as you, because ultimately, they need friendship and connection in their lives too.

It's real fucking nice to watch an '80s buddy comedy and be able to discuss this kind of shit at all, instead of "was it funny." I feel like so often for comedies I have to default to that line of reasoning, because that's what the focus is on, the laughs (or lack thereof, occasionally). Planes, Train and Automobiles had a lot more going for it, which was a real nice change of pace. Even if I wasn't rolling on the floor laughing, it was nice to watch a comedy that had something to say about human nature. If a movie is gonna hit only one of those targets, then I know now which target I prefer. Keep your typical Steve Martin out of here!!!

GRADE: 3.5 pukes out of 5

NEXT TIME: We're talking about Candyman on Wednesday night via Zoom! And then the blog post will be posted the following morning.

In My Place 287

October 14, 2026. 40.07296, -75.06945. See the updated map here. See all the blog posts here.


We used to just walk right into the woods like it was nothing. Like we were invincible.

And I guess we were, in retrospect. Nothing fucked with us. Nothing was out to get us. We walked into the woods and that's where we existed, for a few hours, in the dark. Like nothing else existed. And maybe nothing else did.

Wednesday, October 14, 2026

Never Seen It #341: Driving Miss Daisy

Stop saying that, you're making me mad! If you know your letters you can blog. You just don't know you can blog. I watched 500 movies I'd never seen before with some of the stupidest children God ever put on the face of this earth, and all of them could blog well enough to find a name on a tombstone.


Driving Miss Daisy
1989
Bruce Beresford

I suppose the first time I became cognizant of the existence and reputation of Driving Miss Daisy was around the time Green Book won Best Picture at the Oscars. This was 29 years after Driving Miss Daisy won the same award. And I guess there were some people who were making comparisons between the two, since they both involved a central relationship that involved two people with different skin colors, one of whom was driving the other one around as a job. A little blog called Puke on Your Birthday did its best to sum up some of the controversies surrounding the way that Green Book presented the issue of race, slightly before the movie won the big award, so you can check that out if you're bored.

The phrase that sticks out for me in that summary (from a publication called The Root) is "palatable racism for white people." I'm reading that phrase now for the first time in a while, and I'm wondering whether it applies to Driving Miss Daisy too. It probably does. It does a better job explaining why these movies won Best Picture than it does explaining whether either movie is a good movie or not. I think that Driving Miss Daisy was a good movie, but I'll be the first to admit that this might have been because I am white. I don't think I'd say I like it more because the racism was "palatable," though. I mean, we literally just watched In the Heat of the Night. The racism portrayed in that film was deeply unpalatable, I'd argue, and that made it a more interesting film, and a better one overall. You could even tell that Driving Miss Daisy was aware of it, because there was one scene that felt like it was inserted for just this very purpose, where the small-town cops dropped the N-word... but, ya know, softly, as Hoke and Miss Daisy were driving away, to no threat toward either of them.

The film does not mean for us to question the portrayal of Hoke. I was not surprised to learn that many critics of the film consider it to be a racist portrayal. That theory would go that Hoke, a Black man, exists solely as "tool" for the white Miss Daisy, that he is never fleshed out as a character outside of that relationship, and that his subservience (his constant "yes'm" and all that) was a bad look. I won't say that it wasn't concerning, and I won't say I disagree with it. If I wanted to disagree with it, then that would be racist. I don't want to disagree with that theory, and I think it's an extremely valid takeaway, if that is indeed your takeaway.

Perhaps it would have been a better film—less palatable, more interesting, more in line with modern expectations—had Driving Miss Daisy gone out of its way to question the characterization of Hoke, had attempted to grapple with his subservient role in Daisy's life, had given him anything else to work with in his life beyond his job as a Black servant for a rich white lady. As with all movies, there's not much I can do beyond shrug and agree. It's easy to talk about what a movie is; it's harder to talk about what it should have been. (And for what it's worth, Green Book does actually go into the "questioning" of it all, so, for its still many flaws, I think that Green Book was at the very least slightly more responsible with its subject matter.)

Putting what the film should have been to the side, we can ask, well, what is this film? What is the intended point? I think its intentions are pure, even if the execution is flawed. I think that Driving Miss Daisy's point is to portray two people who are very different, and watch as the pressing weight of time drives them together, tangles their lives together, and ultimately exposes the goodness in humanity. Viewed through an anti-racist lens, Daisy is labeled a racist, despite her low-simmering questioning of racist beliefs. She says early in the film "I am not prejudiced!" She doesn't treat Hoke like shit because he's Black, she treats him like shit because she treats everyone like shit. You can see how 1989 audiences might find this enlightened, but it circles back around for 2026, who view this as just another form of racism.

Another key to unlocking what they were going for here is the conversation that Daisy and Hoke have about Daisy's upbringing. An underlying behavior trait for the rich Miss Daisy is that she is ashamed of her wealth. Not enough to give it away, but enough to bristle at any mention of how much money she has. She's quick to point out that she came up poor. This is intended, I think, to level the playing field between her and Hoke, like, they can relate if they both started from the same place. Again, I don't think that plays well with a 2026 audience (I know so many people who insist that their middle-class upbringing was closer to poverty than it actually way), because we know that Daisy and Hoke did not, in fact, start from the same place in life, and to claim as much would be to deny the structural racism that resulted in Daisy becoming rich and Hoke becoming a butler. But I'm just trying to see things from the filmmaker's point of view. Did Driving Miss Daisy achieve what it wanted to achieve? Maybe.

It's the attempt that counts, I'd argue. The film attempts to drive a line connecting Daisy and Hoke through their experiences in the lower class, economically speaking. It's not really the same thing, but in this world, it is. And I could see maybe this film being helpful—despite the argument's one great flaw, yes—to someone who is struggling to relate to someone who has a different color skin than they do, and realizing, through Daisy and Hoke, that it's not actually all about skin color. Maybe we can say the problem here is that they go too far in the other direction, and occasionally refuse to acknowledge the differences in skin color at all (the "colorblind" argument that is so antithetical to anti-racism). The true answer is that it's both.

Beyond economic class, the film also attempts to draw a line between the two characters in that Daisy experiences prejudice through her identity of being Jewish. There's the scene where she can't go to synagogue because the building has been bombed. In this way, I think there really is a connection between Daisy and Hoke. Is the film clumsy in the way that it goes about drawing that connection? Sure. The bombing feels like a convenience for the plot, in the opposite way that institutional racism is ignored for the convenience of the plot. Both forms of prejudice very much exist, both in this world and in the real world.

Maybe you are part of the audience of this film in 2026 and you have personally experienced antisemitism. I'm particular sensitive to this subject since it was implied, on this very blog, that I'm antisemitic (and then, in private, that my actions and beliefs would be antisemitic if I wasn't deemed an exception by the implying parties). You can take all that how you will, but I know that my beliefs—seeing the world through the lens of the oppressed—very much make me supportive of any parties that are prejudiced against, including Black people and Jewish people (and, of course, Palestinians who are currently being murdered by the Israeli government). At the end of the day, Driving Miss Daisy was connecting the two based on those prejudices that both characters experienced, and I think it was a worthwhile attempt.

I think what this all comes down to is how you take that scene toward the end when Daisy tells Hoke that he is her best friend, and Hoke shares the sentiment. To like this movie means that you feel that this moment is earned. To not like this movie means that you feel like it's sentimental hogwash attached to a film that has to bluster its way toward that conclusion by ignoring a whole bunch of heinous shit. I do think that Driving Miss Daisy did a lot of ignoring, but I think the most egregious was how long it kept these characters apart, emotionally speaking. I think that it built its case well that Daisy and Hoke would indeed eventually realize that they are best friends. But I think that enough happens that this realization occurs much sooner. There's no reason for Daisy and Hoke to be eating dinner in separate rooms, each very much alone, for as long as they did. There's no reason that Hoke should be left out of the Christmas celebration without either character acknowledging how sad it is, that a cold door is closed in his face.

If we're talking about "conveniences in the plot," then this is the biggest one. It was convenient for the two characters to ignore the truth about each other for so long. It was convenient for Daisy to take such baby steps when everything was there to allow her to take leaps. It was convenient that those baby steps were portrayed as larger than they actually were, to underline the point that she was "not prejudiced" in her mind. Ultimately, I think the fact that Driving Miss Daisy was so fucking obvious with the point it was trying to make saves the film from being a complete racist mess, but also dooms it to being lesser than, a film that has good intentions but doesn't hold up to the scrutiny of time and social progress. If we're talking about "whether I enjoyed it" or not, then sure, yeah, I enjoyed watching it, but Film Club is about what happens afterwards, when you think about it some more. I've thought about it some more, and I don't know if it can hold the weight.

GRADE: 3 pukes out of 5

NEXT TIME: A conclusion to our planes, trains, and automobiles week with Planes, Trains and Automobiles.

In My Place 286

October 13, 2026. 40.07308, -75.06953. See the updated map here. See all the blog posts here.


Not sure what to tell ya. After a few days of pictures from far-off lands (i.e. 100 miles from my house), we're back to where I always default to after a monotonous day with no interesting Places visited. I leave my house, I get to work, I come home, here I stay. Such a picture requires boring details to color in the margins, like how tall this bush has gotten, how I need to call a roofer to fix that corner of the roof, that kind of thing. Not every day can be full of ferris wheels and fried pickles and Kreeper. Work is going well, I feel nauseous, we started a rewatch of The Sopranos, tomorrow is another fucking day.

Tuesday, October 13, 2026

Never Seen It #340: Strangers on a Train

You know, I read of a blog once. I think it would be a wonderful idea! I can take him out in the car, and when we get to a very lonely spot, knock him on the head with a hammer, watch 500 movies we've never seen before, pour gasoline over him and over the car, and set the whole thing ablaze!


Strangers on a Train
1951
Alfred Hitchcock

This was selected for Film Club this week due to the ostensible presence of a train within the premise of the movie (along with a film about a plane, and a film about an automobile, and then a film about all three... we have fun here, don't we?!), but I'll be the first to admit that Strangers on a Train puts more of the weight of the plot on the "strangers" part than the "train" part. That's okay. That's not actually the point of this week's gambit. But I think the misunderstanding about one of the week's films is indicative of how I always tend to misinterpret those movies that are heavy on themes and light on story. Something about Hitchcock that often betrays how weak I am at interpreting heavy films on my own, still, after all this time. Expecting Strangers on a Train to be about a goddamn train is pretty pathetic, in retrospect. There's so much more!

I like this film, I thought it was fun, but I also thought that the premise was stronger than the execution. This is me talking about the story, the plot, the simple stuff, ya know. Very surface-level, too surface-level for a Hitchcock film, but that's where I gotta start. I'll start by saying that I loved the hook of "I'll kill for you, and you can kill for me." No matter what happens after that, let's admit that it's an intriguing premise for a film. It almost made me half wish that the two titular strangers were both completely bought into the idea, instead of just one of them. I think this would have been a tighter film if Guy was just as bloodthirsty as Bruno. He's not, though. He's not even aware that he's embroiled in the plot until it's too late. We get a bunch of cat-and-mouse games after that, which is fine. A little too much "extra" that strained the plot, like the necessity of Guy's girlfriend's sister looking just like Guy's dead wife (in a triggering way, see), or a carousel gone wild that is silly but only notable because Hitchcock was basically okay sending a stuntman to his death.

There's another level. This is a film club. Basically anything I said in the preceding paragraph (besides the carnie stuntman) could apply to the novel that this movie is based on too. It's an adaptation. When I say that the plot stretches the realm of believability, then that's not really a filmmaking flaw. That comes from the plot's basis in text. The next level, and what should be happening here in Film Club, is that we should be looking at the interesting ways in which the plot is portrayed, and how the images within this film (images being something that you don't usually get in novels) speak to the theme. What I'm explaining is not that deep. It's quite rudimentary to expect to talk about images and scenes and cinematography and themes and motifs in a movie club. Harder for us dummies to actually interpret that stuff without help.

For example, it might make sense to talk about the theme of "doubles" and "opposites" in Strangers on a Train. The beginning of the film introduces Guy and Bruno in similar fashion—just the lower parts of their bodies. They end up in the same train car, and are both experiencing issues with one specific person in their lives (ex-wife, father). They are dressed similarly. Editing underlines the point, often cutting from one character to the other as if they are extensions of each other. But also making it clear that they are mirror opposites, the same but reversed. I don't think it would be a stretch to say that Bruno feels at times like the worst version of Guy's impulses, and the reason Bruno makes Guy so uncomfortable (thematically, not literally, since literally it's because Bruno is a murderer) is because Guy knows Buddy's actions reflect some deep dark part of Guy's psyche, the part that Guy (like any normal being) knows he has but wishes he didn't.

It makes me a terrible de facto leader of a film club, but I'll admit it now—this kind of stuff does very little for me. At least on the first go-around. Maybe if I watched Strangers on a Train a few more times, I'd get into the symbolism, start exploring the camerawork and lighting and discovery how often Hitchcock uses the dichotomy of light and dark to achieve thematic relevance. I think I'd just prefer to trust that other people (both in this film club and in general writing on the internet) are going to fill me in about the stuff I missed. I like learning that kind of stuff, but I just doubt that I'm ever going to be at the point where I'm noticing it myself on the first watch. I'm more likely to be drawn toward the basic stuff, a compelling story and interesting ways in which that story is told. As one example of many from this movie, I liked when Guy was in the car and he looked over to the steps of the capitol and sees the distant figure of Bruno, staring at him. That felt menacing. It felt like great filmmaking, how such an image was able to stick with you, kinda creep you out a little. That's what I'm looking for, at least on that first viewing.

Maybe I'm struggling because I didn't take many notes. It's hard to take notes while watching a movie, especially one that draws you in. I wasn't completely sold on the entirety of this film, but there was enough here that I didn't feel the need to distract myself by writing notes in my phone. The only one I wrote was from early in the film, a note about how Bruno says something like "I have a theory that you have to experience everything before you die." That felt like it was going to prove to be an important line eventually, but I don't think it actually was, in retrospect. I think it was just designed to give Bruno a bit of a malicious edge to him (e.g. "everything? even the bad stuff?"). Perhaps my note says more about me than the movie, that I would mark such a line as "potentially important," being the type of person who probably tends to agree with the sentiment of "you must try everything" more often than not.

If you're trusting me with this Film Club, though, then it is in turn my responsibility to play out this thread to its end. Okay, so let's say, hypothetically, the "experience everything" line is important, i.e. that it says something important about the character who utters the line. What does it say about Bruno? It says that he's open to all of life's possibilities. It might typically be a line that a Jimmy Stewart type would say, a young and ambitious George Bailey who wants to see the world and do it all and live life to the fullest. So maybe putting these words into the mouth of Bruno Antony is meant to flip the usual intention, hold the mirror up to audience members like me in a sense, because, yeah, if you're gonna experience everything, then you're gonna have a lot of worthwhile memories, but it also could mean, like Bruno, you're going to be committing some heinous crimes too. 

I won't go so far as to say that the "themes and motifs" for this film and films like it, as listed on Wikipedia as certifiable truth in connection with this film, are the makings of bored film scholars in the decades since the movie dropped into theaters. I do think that Hitchcock intended for mirror opposites and light/dark to be verifiable themes, and I do think that the intentionality behind them are what makes the film worth watching, worth talking about. What I struggle with is seeing where to go from there. Okay, so Guy and Bruno are mirror opposites, and that's made clear in the framing and lighting and characterizations. What next? I get as far as "that's cool," and then get stuck. Should we move onto, like, the duality of man? How there are "two beasts within us," that sort of thing? I guess I'm more so saying that I need to work on my own shit. It's not Hitchcock's responsibility to hold my hand. I get it.

None of that it any sort of takeaway from the movie, though. That's more of a takeaway from my experiences with the solo film club outings, how I feel like I get stuck in a rut sometimes, either writing about too-basic shit or else pulling wild bullshit out of thin air. There's always so much that I can't get it. God, don't it just make me wanna STRANGLE somebody!!!

GRADE: 3.5 pukes out of 5

NEXT TIME: Tomorrow we get the aforementioned "automobile" movie, with Driving Miss Daisy.

In My Place 285

October 12, 2026. 40.6396, -76.19471. See the updated map here. See all the blog posts here.


Whenever we drive through a small town, on the way to a smaller town or a bigger town (you know the small towns I'm talking about, the ones with one main road and that road is a tributary of a highway and that road is marked with banners of black-and-white pictures of all the veterans of war that grew up in that town), Pam says something like "I wish we could live in a small town," which is true, and also true that I feel similar feelings, when we drive through small towns. But the reality quickly crashes down by the time we make it through that small town, realities both large and small. How uprooting your life is hard; how we'd have outsider status in that town; how, even if it was a welcoming town, I'd still feel like an outsider; how my making assumptions about people in small towns would be the thing that would mark me as an outsider, ultimately. Thoughts about small towns are tied to more general feelings of escape, which are nice, but ultimately unrealistic. If I had a gun to my head, I'd eventually admit that I don't want to live in a town whose tallest point is a grain elevator.

Monday, October 12, 2026

Never Seen It #339: Snakes on a Plane

Enough is enough! I have had it with these 500 motherfucking movies I've never seen before on this motherfucking blog! Everybody strap in!


Snakes on a Plane
2006
David R. Ellis

Whether this is a good movie is probably besides the point. That means that this blog post turns more into an explainer than a subjective opinion piece, which is fine. I don't mind. I'm just saying that I'm a bit hamstrung here, because if I try to tell you that this is a bad movie, than that means that I'm missing the point. We'll get to the point. Just know right here at the beginning that it's a bad movie, okay? It's not worth watching, especially not approximately 20 years after the lame-o internet hubbub has died down.

There's a huge fucking difference between a movie having a fun premise and a movie doing something interesting with its premise. I could see someone making a compelling case for "a bunch of venomous snakes are released on a commercial plane and the passengers band together to survive" being a fun and interesting premise. The problem is when you take the premise and fill out the rest of the movie with the most generic tropes in the book. You know what's going to happen every step of the way. Something like, ya know, a specific snake popping up out of nowhere and killing a passenger, something like that is of course surprising on a literal level, but what I'm saying is that the idea of snakes jump-scaring you is itself very predictable. Which made for, in my opinion, a bad movie.

Again, that's besides the point. The point here is why this, a certified B movie, was elevated in the pop culture consciousness, to the point that some fucking idiot decides to watch it 20 years later as part of a "watching films he should have seen already but hasn't" blog project. I did not watch it when it came out (too busy getting drunk in the woods with the other seventeen-year-olds), but I was certainly aware that it was happening at the time. And I think... I think I have empathy for all those early too-online mopes who got roped up into the Snakes on a Plane mania.

Look, it's all about having the temerity to give yourself away to something. Something stupid, I mean. Something in pop culture that seems stupid but something that you can adopt as your own. I understand this impulse. I've collected so many dumb little pop culture curios over the years, just because they are silly and innocent and fun to think about. Think about my devotion to "Grannies Gone Wild," Trolls World Tour references, a faux obsession with the Nickelodeon Kids' Choice Awards, that kind of thing. So I understand, pretty intimately in fact, why there might be a type of person who would see an early trailer for a STUPID as FUCK movie called Snakes on a Plane and think, boy oh boy, wouldn't it be fun to become obsessed with this dumb little fucking thing?

The problem with this specific example of the phenomenon is twofold. The first is that the balance was all out of whack between the creator and the consumer. How it should work is that the consumer should heap attention (undeserved, sure, but that's the joke!) on something, and the creator should either be flummoxed or completely unaware of it. That's not how it was with Snakes on a Plane. The filmmakers were very much aware of the weirdly large amount of hype that this thing was getting, and they made changes within the film, at the last minute, to kowtow to the unhinged imaginations of its future audience. "I have had it with these motherfucking snakes on this motherfucking plane!" is a fun line, but that shit wasn't in the movie originally! Samuel L. Jackson added it in after becoming aware of its origins in a fan fiction script! I feel uncomfortable with this, and I think it's because it's the filmmakers attempt to take back the reigns from an audience who has every right to make of this art what the want to make of it. It would be like Reba McEntire reshooting "Grannies Gone Wild" to include speaking lines for all the jurors. I wouldn't like that at all. This is my shit now, not yours, Reba!!!!

And the second part is that, when the overly willing audience eventually did see this movie that they chose to be preemptively obsessed with, I have to imagine that the overall feeling was disappointment. This kind of thing is never as good as you build it up in your head. Even with reasonable expectations about its status as a modern-day B movie, the level of hype surrounding this stupid fucking movie no doubt excited many of its contemporaneous audience members past what was feasible. Imagine going to the opening night premiere of Snakes on a Plane, dressed in your snake outfit, and having to sit through two hours of this dumb shit. YIKES.

However, that temerity I spoke about earlier is real, and I know that at least a few people survived the ordeal, and came out the other side still glad that the hype happened. I'm sure there were others who were disappointed by the movie and maybe wished that it never saw release, since the lead-up to the event was so much more fun than the actual film itself. All legitimate responses. Sometimes the excitement for a party is way better than the actual party. Plus, that excitement actually ends up justifying the existence of the party, even if the party itself is a little lame. Snakes on a Plane is a bad movie. I don't have stakes in it, but I have infinite empathy for those that consciously chose to have stakes in it. The excitement is worth it, always.

GRADE: 2 pukes out of 5

NEXT TIME: It's Transportation Film Week! Strangers on a Train is up tomorrow!

In My Place 284

October 11, 2026. 40.87913, -76.50323. See the updated map here. See all the blog posts here.


An ode to optimism, to making the best of it. Not the best day at Knoebels Amusement Park. Maybe even the worst? Optimism means accepting the worst and making the best of it.

Family lore: in 2023, probably exactly three years ago, the five of us took a trip to Knoebels. We had a great day, in the rain. It wasn't raining as thickly as it was today, but it was still a wet day. And we had a fucking blast. "Pride" is something that I feel pretty often about my little family unit, but that mostly stems from, like, one or two people, e.g. "we did really well with the kids today," or "she was so brave dealing with that in school," etc. That day at Knoebels 2023 was the first time that I looked at all five of us, together, and was proud at what we had done, and who we were, together.

So I know we can do it. It was almost preferable, this time around. Knoebels 2024 saw sunny, hot weather, and it was a nice time, but the lines were fucking nuts. Yesterday, lines were just as long, though the sun didn't beat down as roughly as it did last time, so that made it doable at worst (terrible lines though, still). Today... I mean, it's been pouring in Elysburg all fucking day. To the point that the rides aren't even open. Impossible to walk around without getting drenched.

And still, optimism. I'm still proud of this crew. We're having a good weekend. It's all good. Making the best of it.

Sunday, October 11, 2026

Album of the Week: She's the Best

Damn, when was the last time we listened to an album the week it came out? I feel like it's been a while. I like it. I'm actually in Knoebels right now, but I hopefully had enough time on Friday morning before leaving to download the album and fill out some last-minute details in this Sunday write-up. If you see anything that's accidentally blank on here, no judgment please!!! Enjoy the tunes.

Record Club:

WEEK 402 — October 11-17, 2026


She's the Best
by Troye Sivan

LISTEN:
Spotify | YouTube | Bandcamp | Apple

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PICKED BY RACHEL S.

RACHEL'S PITCH: "I just think that everyone deserves a little party in their ears and bodies from time to time. If you're unfamiliar with Troye Sivan, he's an Aussie electropop it-boy who started his career on YouTube and has since become an international darling. His music ranges from sweaty dance bops to bedroom heavy-breathers to meditative yearning. And it's all wrapped up in the shiniest packaging. I encourage you to let go and let Troye here, folks."

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ALBUM DETAILS

GENRE: Neo-psychedelia, bedroom pop, baggy, trip hop

RELEASED: October 9, 2026

LENGTH: 41:55

TRACKLIST:
  1. She's the Best
  2. Canada Dry
  3. Party
  4. I Do This for You
  5. Cowboy
  6. Embarrassingly
  7. Le Boy
  8. Sex Star
  9. Troye Meets World
  10. FF
  11. Love So Big It Hurts
  12. Lost Time (ft. Lily-Rose Depp)
LYRICS: Genius.com

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ARTIST DETAILS

PRONOUNS: he/him/his

ABOUT: Troye Sivan Mellet was born on June 5, 1995, in Johannesburg, South Africa. He grew up in Perth, Australia, and got his start in music mostly through YouTube (but also was in the finals on StarSearch). He signed with EMI Australia on his eighteenth birthday. Besides music, he also acts, most notably as young Wolverine in X-Men Origins: Wolverine, and a role on the Weeknd's HBO series The Idol (which probably explains why his co-star, Lily-Rose Depp, is featured on this album). He has a "lifestyle brand" called Tsu Lange Yor. He was raised in an Orthodox Jewish family, though he does not consider himself to be religious. Sivan has a mild form of Marfan syndrome.

DISCOGRAPHY: This is his fourth and most recent album. He released his debut album, Blue Neighborhoods, in 2015. This was followed by Bloom in 2018 and Something to Give Each Other in 2023. He has five EPs under his name as well.

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ADDITIONAL INFO

READING SOME SHIT: interview with Billboard from five days ago

WATCHING SOME SHIT: from Rachel—"OH and please watch the music video to 'Party.'"

RECORD CLUB CONNECTIONS: Troye Sivan has collaborated with Charli XCX, including on the brat remix album (for "Talk Talk," which also featured a voice note from Dua Lipa). Like Lana Del Rey from a couple weeks ago, Sivan was featured on The Kacey Musgraves Christmas Show in 2019. Since he played Wolverine, we can say that he is the third Marvel superhero in RC (I think?), after Jeremy Renner (Hawkwhatever) and Harry Styles (Thor's brother or some shit, in a post-credits thing, I think, I don't know, I'm not looking it up, I don't care). We can probably say that Sufjan Stevens' song "Wolverine" is NOT about Troye Sivan, or about Marvel at all.

Troye Sivan was NOT featured on Trolls World Tour, which is the only Trolls movie that is acknowledged on this internet website (though if we did hypothetically acknowledge other Trolls movies, we might say that he did voice acting on Trolls Band Together, alongside RuPaul).

Sivan took part in "We Are the World." NOT the original (which included ten RC alumni, if you include the Ghostbuster Dan Aykroyd, which I very much do), and NOT "We Are the World 25 for Haiti" (which included Miley Cyrus, T-Pain, the bourgeoisie Good Charlotte brothers, and Brian Wilson of the Beach Boys), but instead "We Are the World 25 for Haiti (YouTube edition)." There are 56 other musical artists on that YouTube version, and ALL of them will be covered in Record Club eventually.

MENTIONS ON THE BLOG: Not mentioned above is the Troye Sivan song "Easy" that features RC alumna Kacey Musgraves, but it was only not mentioned there because it's being mentioned here—Rachel S. wrote about "Easy" for our Song of the Day column.

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RECORD CLUB ALUMNI ASSOCIATION

This week's discography dive album: Harry and the Potters by Harry and the Potters

This week's follow-up album: The Time of Dragons by Tori Amos; Wild at Heart by Neil Diamond; maybe Hum of Hurt by Converge

This week's keeping up album (probably): notes from inside by Adeem the Artist (came out earlier in the year, but I just found out it existed)

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

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COUNTDOWN:
69 Weeks Until Week 420

eighteen more weeks until RC implodes

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 18 weeks away from Week 420.

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Happy listening, RC family!
Have a great week!