November 23, 2015 | by Bryne Yancey

Here are some things I recommend. We’ll try to do this weekly going forward.

Dyke Drama — Tender Resignation EP

Dyke Drama is a new project from Sadie Switchblade of G.L.O.S.S.—the phrase “side project,” while innocuous enough, seems inappropriate through the lens of DIY punk; down here, everything is a side project—but, the aesthetic differences between the two bands are stark. G.L.O.S.S. grabs its listeners by their throats. Their music is vibrant, even at its darkest, and consistently seething with righteous, palpable anger. Dyke Drama is, well, it’s pretty. There’s a sort of Replacement-esque, riff-driven, appealingly flawed catchiness to it that yields a welcome familiarity and adds an evergreen layer of timelessness to the songs. Tender Resignation will be released on 12-inch vinyl soon via Salinas Records, but it’s up for a name-your-price download on Bandcamp now.

Taking Amtrak


I live pretty modestly. I don’t own many things. Other than food and drink, I don’t spend a lot of my money on recreational activities or even things I probably need like new clothes. I’m cheap. If I can wear a pair of shoes until the soles are ridden with holes before I have to spend say, ugh, 40 bucks (or hopefully much less) on a new pair, I absolutely will. I bought my current bed on Craigslist and it’s exactly as comfortable as you think it is, but, man, what a good deal. (I’m single!) My MacBook is from 2009, is maddeningly slow and the keyboard is missing several keys, and not even the lesser-used ones, keys like A and E. I often walk long distances, even in awful winter weather, just to save $2.25 on a bus fare or five or six dollars on an Uber ride. Same for when I’m traveling a couple hours north to New York or a couple hours south to Baltimore or Washington, D.C.; despite the inherent headaches, inconvenience, and extra time it takes, I always buy bus tickets because even considering taking the train, which with few exceptions is always much faster, more reliable and more comfortable than any bus. I’m willing to be slightly uncomfortable and inconvenienced for a few hours if it means I can save 25 bucks. Or, I was.

Friday I had a ticket to take a Greyhound bus to Baltimore to spend the weekend with friends down there. I made the mistake of selecting the “Print At Home” option when buying (who has a printer in their house in 2015????) and, of course, when I frantically went to a FedExOffice to print my ticket, Greyhound’s website wasn’t working. At this point I had to run to the bus station and try to explain what happened to the least-giving-a-fuck team of employees I’ve ever encountered, including one employee who asked me a question and then immediately began talking to someone else just as I was inhaling and opening my mouth to answer, and another who offered to help me if I forwarded my confirmation email to her, which I did before she disappeared. So, as the bus was boarding without me, I purchased a last-minute Amtrak ticket and high-tailed it to the subway toward 30th Street Station here in Philadelphia and sheesh, I don’t think I’ve ever had an easier travel experience. The train was on time, clean, fast, they had beer. I couldn’t believe I’d been depriving myself for so long over an extra 25 bucks. If you live in the Northeast, or any region with a lot of large cities clustered together, take the train. I’m never going back to the dumb smelly bus.

You’re The Worst



Now deep into its second season, YTW is the best television show you probably aren’t watching. The initial premise is simple enough: Jimmy (Chris Geere) meets Gretchen (Aya Cash) at the wedding of Becca, who two years prior had turned down Jimmy’s own proposal, and Vernon, an initially broadly-drawn mid-life crisis bro stereotype surgeon (Vernon often turns out to be, oddly enough, the show’s voice of reason). Jimmy is there to attempt to ruin the wedding, while Gretchen is there as a guest of Lindsay, her best friend and Becca’s sister. The two meet outside, after Jimmy is thrown out, and after Gretchen stole one of the wedding gifts (a blender) and the two strike up an initially superficial relationship that, despite the inherent terribleness of the two people involved, evolves into a deeper, more exclusive thing. The first season is on Hulu and, at 10 half-hour episodes, is a breezy watch full of hilarious moments and wonderful acting. The second season, currently airing on FXX, has been even better, but for almost entirely different reasons: I won’t spoil anything, but the season’s main arc centers around how Jimmy and Gretchen are dealing, or choosing not to deal with, or just dealing with terribly because of what flawed people they are, a very specific problem that can arise in and tangle a lot of relationships, but frankly has never been portrayed as realistically and as accurately and as heartbreakingly as it is here (It’s a subject we’ve touched on quite a bit in our essays here, to give you an obvious hint). The show, which started more or less as a raunchy hangout comedy, has evolved into something entirely heavier and more affecting. It’s still very, very funny, but it’s unlike anything else on TV. Watch it if you can.

This photo of Stone Cold Steve Austin and Jerry Only


Two titans of scripted entertainment sharing a beer—Austin and El Segundo Brewing’s new Broken Skull IPA, to be exact—and shooting the shit about…god, who knows what that conversation was like. I would gladly give up 10 years off my life expectancy for the gift of time travel right now.

This other photo of John Waters and Angela Lansbury

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(via Criterion Collection on Instagram)

Two more titans of scripted entertainment probably just chatting about wonderful things like new books they’ve read or Waters’ favorite episode of Murder, She Wrote or Lansbury maybe taking a more raunchy, expletive-filled role in Waters’ next film, whenever he has the ability to finally make a new one. The world needs this. I need this.