The Oscars are tomorrow night. Obviously, this means I need to insult actors. I already insulted the Grammys but, amazingly, the Oscars are worse. They’re an interminable celebration of biopics and period dramas nobody actually…

Bad news. This is a Valentine’s Day column. Be aware that I absolutely mean the delay as a sign of disrespect. I know it’s cliche, and that I’ve expressed it before on this very site,…

Tomorrow night is the 61st annual Grammy Awards. The music world is supposedly buzzing, but I am not. The Grammys are garbage. With the rare exception of a Fantastic Negrito or Weird Al win, the…

Listening to Bob Mould‘s latest solo album, Sunshine Rock, during a rainstorm is a strange experience. Sunshine Rock Bob Mould Merge Records, Feb. 8 It’s very much what the title says it is—a rock soundtrack to…

It’s Groundhog Day, which means one thing: It’s my mom’s birthday. Everyone say happy birthday to my mom! Also, it means that a weird giant rodent that looks kinda like a beaver’s slacker cousin gets…

I drive a Camaro. Some cars, like your Priuses and your Camrys, are made to get you where you need to go as efficiently and safely as possible. I don’t begrudge people for owning those.…

SAN FRANCISCO — Let’s get this out of the way up front: Puddles Pity Party is a nearly seven foot tall sad clown. He does not speak. A significant percentage of his show is about…

The Weather Girls performing “It’s Raining Men” whilst surrounded by a scene of absolute carnage as the aforementioned men lie dead and dying around them, having inexplicably fallen from the sky. Michael Fish and Sian…

Turns out this whole coming up with a column idea every week thing is, like, really hard. Like… really hard. Have you ever had to come up with a thing every week? It’s crazy, man. To…

Last week I finished the yearlong journey through the last half-century of music. It was quite the project; 52 weekly columns each taking on a year and culminating in the best five songs of 2018.…