My Top 10 Albums of 2017

December 8, 2017

It’s that time of year again. I’m still working on those “best horror ever” posts but in the meantime here is my first “best of 2017” posts. These were my 10 favorite albums of the year with a few honorable mentions to boot.


10) Sanhet: So Numb

Instrumental rock music—particularly instrumental metal—can be tricky. It rarely warrants revisits. A guitar solo here or there, an extended breakdown between verses, but an entire album of harder edged rock sans vocals? Often it just becomes guitar aficionado  wankery. Even a guitarist as undeniably awesome as Animals as Leader’s Tosin Abasi rarely makes an album worth listening to repeatably because while the talent (and riffs) are there the hooks often aren’t, the emotion is often subdued (or absent) so it just becomes a showcase of talent rather than a collection of songs. So I was pleasantly surprised by Sanhet’s latest offering So Numb which has quickly grown to become one of my favorite instrumental rock albums ever. These are real songs—songs that are fully formed and catchy, heavy and at times emotionally unsettling. They are songs that are not lacking for words—in fact, lyrics and vocals would likely diminish what is present here. There are riffs—but listeners aren’t bludgeoned with them and things are downright understated when they need to be. Post-metal influenced by black metal with whatever else you want to call it thrown in the bucket is here to command your attention (and repeat listens).



9) The War on Drugs: A Deeper Understanding

I always get a mid-career Bob Dylan early-career Peter Gabriel filtered through modern indie and synthwave vibe when I play The War on Drugs and I like it. A Deeper Understanding didn’t immediately grab me as much as 2014’s Lost in the Dream did but I’ve found myself listening to it over and over and each time the songs, layered as they are, grab me a bit deeper. It’s deceptively simple work on its surface that it really does require those repeat listens to unwrap. I enjoy these songs in different ways at different times—as soothing background music, as compelling driving music, as creative headphone music. Great lyrics, great vocals, great production.


8) Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit: The Nashville Sound

I was sure this was my record of the year the week it came out. I love Isbell (just a touch shy of how much I love DBT who gave him his start) and his solo work since Southeastern has showcased him truly coming into his own as one of the absolute best songwriters of his generation (in any genre). But while almost every song on The Nashville Sound is a winner I ultimately found myself thinking it doesn’t quite flow together coherently as an album. It plays more like a collection of great singles. These songs are also a sidestep from the deeply intimate narratives like those on previous albums where he most shines at—these are like the songs he penned while a Trucker. I have to admit I do like that though as that’s when I first grew to love his work in the first place and it’s nice to hear him with a full band really ripping into the rock side of his repertoire. So while the album as a whole isn’t the best representation of Isbell as a crafter of classic albums most of the individual songs are so strong it still easily warrants a place on any serious end of year list. “Cumberland Gap” roars, “White Man’s World” is an excellent indictment and “If We Were Vampires” is so freaking sad I can hardly listen to it.


7) Jay Z: 4:44

4:44 seeks to do with hip hop what Tom Petty and Bruce Springsteen did with rock via Wildflowers and Tunnel of Love (respectively) 20+ years ago—make a mature, adult record in a genre previously born of and made by (and for) the young. Hip Hop still hasn’t fully found a way to grow up—most of the time the veterans of the scene spend their later years trying to tap into what the youngsters are doing, relying on stories and themes they haven’t really been that close to for years. Jay Z has done away with that in shorter bursts before but not as fully (and as effectively) as he does here. This is him being honest, being himself where he is now as an adult, husband, father and entrepreneur. He owns up to his mistakes, seeks to explore his own vulnerability (not something hip hop has often done much of) and in the process makes one of his top 5 catalogue records (in a career full of classics).


6) Kreator: Gods of Violence

I freaking love Kreator even though I was late to the party discovering them, first hearing them in recent years where they play more groove than thrash metal. While I’ve since went back and explored the early fierce Teutonic thrash they made in the early to mid 1980s and love that stuff I’m still a bit partial to their post-2000 work when they cleaned up the production and added hook after hook to their heft. I unreservedly love Gods of Violence and probably listened to it more than any other metal record in 2017. “World War Now” may as well be the news these days. Also–there’s something endearing about a heavy pit number that thunders “side by side we’ll crush homophobia” (“Side by Side”). I was lucky enough to catch these German gods in concert for the Decibel tour and this album (along with all of the old classics) rips live.

spirit adrift

5) Spirit Adrift: Curse of Conception

I think there’s been a melodic doom metal record near the top of my year end list for the past few years now. Back in the spring I would’ve sworn it would be the always reliable Pallbearer who did so this year—but while I enjoyed Heartless and it’s deeper into prog rock territory trappings I felt the middle of the record dipped from what was excellent at both record beginning and end. Curse of Conception by Spririt Adrift, on the other hand, hits all the right notes as far as I’m concerned and doesn’t let down in the slightest on any track. Spirit Adrift don’t venture into the prog like Pallbearer did this year, they instead inject classic heavy metal into their doom. This is well (and clear, undistorted) sung, well played, slower paced (but energetic) heavy metal.


4) Joey Bada$$: All-AmeriKKKan Bada$$

For several months the latest from Joey Bada$$ set at the top of the list as my favorite record of 2017. I was really loving it when Kendrick’s came out and initially didn’t like Damn half as much as All-AmeriKKKan Bada$$. The focus and subject matter at hand on Joey’s LP is by far the more immediate of the two (and I have to admit hearing a rapper scream “F*** Donald Trump” as Joey and others have this year is appealing) but ultimately Damn got under my skin with repeat listens and edged just past Joey by a hair. Regardless, this is a damn fine hip hop album full of great songs. Joey carries it all by himself but the guest spots are worthwhile as well, particularly Schoolboy Q who is always good to hear. This is impressive and serious work for a still fairly young MC so I’m excited to hear what he does next.


3) Kendrick Lamar: Damn

On first listen I wasn’t sold on Kendrick’s latest. The concept, delivery and instant appeal of his previous album To Pimp a Butterfly (especially it’s flirtation with jazz) just wasn’t there for me on the first few spins of Damn. However, I kept coming back to individual songs and ultimately the album as a whole. The production is less genre boundary pushing than last album around but what he gives up on in terms of sonic variety he makes up for with honed-in expertly produced hip hop that (to my ears at least) convincingly merges classic old-school hip hop with the best of what’s being made in the genre today. Damn succeeds for me largely on those beats but the wizardry and left of center almost idiosyncratic rhymes send it over the top. There’s still a concept as usual though one less easy to follow for those unfamiliar with the religious sect he’s profiling subtly here (or who don’t do some internet research to find out what’s going on) but what’s most important this time around is perhaps what’s most important for hip hop in general: beats and rhymes.


2) Tori Amos: Native Invader

 This album has grown and grown on me over the past few months. Ultimately I love this record because not only is it Tori’s best work in a decade or more (arguably since 2001’s Scarlett’s Walk) but my enjoyment of it connected that earlier work with all that came later—opening up for me just how consistent yet boldly original everything Amos has done as a songwriter and performer her entire career truly is. Finally catching her in concert this year didn’t hurt either but enough of that—how does this album alone and in full stand separated from the rest of that? Very well. It’s timely without being beholden to anyone else’s work for its sound, classically Tori without repeating any of her old tricks, and political without overt references that will instantly date it. Most importantly, it’s full of good songs filled with great lyrics, nice harmonies, and great instrumentation. With Native Invader Tori establishes herself fully as a “legacy” artist who isn’t dependent on her earlier work to remain relevant.


1) Grave Pleasures

 Ultimately I can’t think of a better musical accompaniment to and future artifact of 2017 than Motherblood. Nostalgia is all the rage right now, particularly 1980s nostalgia (Stranger Things, It, synth pop, Hollywood remakes etc.). Also, the fear that everything’s doomed and about to explode currently flows pretty freely. So what better to soundtrack both than death-rock that mines left of the dial college art rock, punk, and pop from the eighties as hymns to the most destructive side of Kali? Grave Pleasures consists of former members of Beastmilk, The Oath, In Solitude and Oranssi Pazuzu and you catch a glimpse of each of those bands in this stew. If you want your Doom Metal more bouncy, your pop darker, your rock with a suggestion to strap on a gas mask for the coming apocalypse then Grave Pleasures is for you. All of the above is doubled if you like super catchy choruses and dark earworms that pacify you for the coming collision.


Honorable Mentions:

A lot of albums came really close to the top 10, probably none closer than Near to the Wild Heart of Life by Japandroids. I probably listened to the songs on that more than anything here so it’s almost unfair it didn’t make the cut–they walk the line between cheesy and earnest better than anyone making music today, coming out on the right side of that tricky balance to produce anthemic fist-pumping garage rock tunes that sound like 4 minute bro-hugs. Craig Finn‘s latest solo album also came close (We All Want the Same Things). He’s been one of my favorite song-writers for years and I think he’s only gotten better with lyrics post-Hold Steady. The National made more excellent sadcore hipster guy music with The System Only Dreams in Total Darkness but while almost great it didn’t quite live up to their last few records. I really loved the Lydia Loveless Desire/Sorry singles (who would’ve thought she could give that much life to a Justin Bieber song?) and am ready for another new full-length from her. Possibly my favorite song of the year was “The Doomed” by A Perfect Circle and the two songs they auditioned during their latest tour were also solid so I have hopes a new record (2018?) from them will be good. Like every year for the past several I listened to a ton of metal and could easily recommend plenty of those (notably this year Iron Reagan: Crossover Ministry, Steve Tucker’s reunion with Morbid Angel: Kingdoms of Disdain, Immolation: Atonement, Power Trip: Nightmare Logic, Wolves in the Throne Room: Thrice Woven, Myrkur: Mareidt, King Woman: Utopia and much more. Really in terms of hip hop the only three albums I really liked or listened to much made the cut above–it’s gotten for me with that genre that most of what comes out I don’t care much for but what I do like I like very much.



First off—it’s looking like I was (as I hoped I wouldn’t be) off base to cut Kevin Spacey even a hint of doubt as further credible allegations emerge. In the interest of not becoming a revisionist I’ve left the original post up with an “update” disclaimer so folks can skip to the “art vs. the artist” section if they wish as it looks like that’s the dilemma one who enjoys the actor’s work now faces. Of course I’m not one for consigning an entire body of work to the flame simply because a cog (or even the whole) in its production was a reprehensible jackass but that’s another argument for another day. I do think it’s odd that some on the right are using the sadly growing list of Hollywood figures (who are most often some degree of “liberal” politically) as evidence of a “perverted” left. If there’s really one thing we can be certain of in terms of sexual harassment, abuse, and assault it’s that it’s a bipartisan issue that affects every community. From the Fox News team of founder Ailes (a major figure in the White House and in every GOP campaign involving Nixon, Reagan, and both Bushes) and network cash cow O’Reilly to Hollywood A-listers Weinstein, Spacey, possibly Hoffman (ouch) by way of the church (Catholic, Evangelical, Protestant) and up to the White House (Trump has more credible sexual harassment and assault allegations than even Weinstein) there are no subcultures or groups immune to the presence of abuse. Power is the unifying factor as those with power far too often use it to pressure, intimidate and abuse those with less or excuse questionable behavior. These microcosms now on display showcase behavior that goes on in every industry and in every town in America. So yeah, long story short—I cut Spacey too much slack too early it seems.

I’m beginning to feel it’s almost hopeless to expect more out of anyone. A friend recently posted “are there any famous dudes who aren’t total creeps?” to which I replied that I had a list of many I think (based on everything I’ve read and heard) fit that bill of being as ethical and stand-up as they are talented but that I’d be loath to list them right now for fear an old story would emerge making me eat my words. Folks make mistakes and no real hero exists, I know that. But the entire current climate of information, misinformation, historical and political ignorance, scapegoats and easy (but false) answers is exhausting.

For example, I could refer you to the Atlantic’s recent stellar coverage of the revolt at Reed College. For those interested in “trigger warnings”, “safe spaces”, and the criminalization of ideas it’s a worthwhile read. As someone who empathizes with most left positions but who is also a fan of open full-throated debate, grappling with complex ideas in a fruitful manner, and first-amendment absolutism I have long had a troubled relationship with some of the younger expressions of “idea” protest. This article lays out what’s happened in one extreme example but it at least ends promisingly as a newer generation of diverse students push back against simplistic inflammatory protest in favor of honest debate and education. But more troublingly for the left than the issues many campuses now face is the entire future of the Democratic Party.

Donna Brazile is doing her book tour and part of that is a full attack on the Clintons and the DNC in the wake of her ousting. While it should come as no surprise to any student of government and history the DNC (like the RNC, like every political, religious, and civic organization) is prone to corruption or at least political chicanery. While many of the concerns Brazile raises are troubling they are not surprising nor are they really that “new”. Righteous anger that such favoritism and political maneuvering could occur to affect the primary is understandable but unfortunately many on the left are now playing right into Trump’s hands (and words).

As someone who supported Bernie early on I recognize his appeal. I think that for the most part he is an ethical, honest person though I don’t believe he’s immune to political celebrity and it’s potentially corrupting allure (one can’t really be a politician without that).  If I had the power to wave my hand and replace Trump with anyone it would likely be Elizabeth Warren but Bernie would still be a close 2nd or 3rd. I also never believed Hillary Clinton to be my personal lord and savior and no act of political subterfuge in her pursuit of victory (within reason and with precedent) would really surprise me but I, like Bernie and like Bernie pleaded with his supporters to do, supported her when she became the candidate. Heck, Brazile mentions her conversations with Bernie took place before that endorsement so even in light of the knowledge that he’d been royally screwed by the DNC in funding and preference he still saw the bigger picture because he, unlike many of his supporters, is cause first and personality second.

That’s the thing about the so-called “Berniecrats”. That term was coined not to refer to the most “progressive” section of the Democratic Party or to Democratic Socialists. It was coined to derisively refer to those who built a cult of personality around Sanders, many of whom were frat-boys with more interest in “dank memes” than Democratic Socialism or progress for all.  So while Bernie certainly had support from Boomers, Xers, and Millennials of all styles who would have preferred him but who ultimately voted for Clinton when they had to the Berniecrats instead either stayed home, cast their ballot for some of the worst third-party candidates in a generation, or voted for Trump (an estimated quarter of Bernie supporters ultimately voted for Trump).  There’s a reason Russians included Berniecrats in their targeted audience—it worked. They shared false and inflammatory information and helped usher Trump into the White House.

Trump is now pushing the most far-right agenda to ever come from the White House. The damage he is doing to the environment, our relationships and standing in the world, and to the very legitimacy of our institutions is staggering and potentially irreparable. The bigger picture was to keep that from happening while working for reform and the bigger picture remains replacing Trump with a less noxious and damaging President ASAP (while seeking reform and incremental progress). Yet if a subsection of the left is happy to do Trump’s work for him (as they are today while Trump calls for the prosecution of Hillary Clinton live on TV), spread his message and share his Russian created memes then where are we to go? It would be easy to just say ignore this sub-section as they don’t show up in significant numbers at mid-term elections to keep the actual local and community gears progressing further towards equity but I don’t think that’s wise at all. I credit Bernie and his supporters for pushing Hillary to the left on many issues so that she ultimately ran on the most progressive platform in modern history. Those that were “Bernie or Bust” need to be in the fold because a mainstream liberal party that slides back to centrism is doomed it’s just that we need the most boldly Bernie or nobody folks to get behind the cause not the person and to find (and advocate for) young and new party figures. Sadly, however, it’s looking more and more every day like Trump, the most “unpopular” President in history will win a second term even as his entire cabinet faces indictment.

So yeah, it’s feeling hopeless. No “heroes”, no admirable institutions, no middle-ground, no respect for facts or the possibility thereof. A generation of students is coming up who report no real love of the freedom of speech or of the right to disagree. I’m thankful to love metal, horror, noir, literary tragedy and the oddly life-affirming qualities these art forms promote at a time like this while all seems to be turning to crap. So I’ll likely be picking up my lists and genre analysis as I ready my end-of-year “best of lists” and give my half-assed political commentaries another much needed rest.

11/3/17 update: I admitted in my first line of this post that I “may regret writing this once more facts come to light” which indeed didn’t take long. It seems from additional credible allegations that continue to come to light that Spacey had career long pattern of harassment and intimidation which is indeed a shame on many levels. In the interest of not being a self revisionist I’m leaving the article up and in tact but feel free to skip to the bottom half where I deal with the struggle of art vs. the artist as that is the real debate for Spacey fans now.

I may regret writing this once more facts come to light. Regardless, these are my thoughts now when considering the latest Hollywood scandal, that of Kevin Spacey.

From The Usual Suspects to American Beauty, Seven to House of Cards Kevin Spacey has been one of the  best actors of his generation. He’s also been one of the largest examples of an actor guarding his privacy and personal life to a such a degree that most knew nothing of it at all for reasons he claims have always been so that he could effortlessly disappear into the roles he plays—no tabloid snapshots to distract the viewer and for an actor who loves and promotes the theater at the level Spacey always has that seemed plausible. In interviews and appearances he’s always come across as likeable, talented, and witty.

None of that—talent, wit, appearances—negates the seriousness of the allegation he now faces nor does it excuse the behavior if true. It is however a likely culprit for my initial desire to reject such an allegation. We don’t usually want the artists we like to be terrible people. I like Spacey the actor so if I’m confronted with evidence that I wouldn’t like him as a person there’s a disconnect (we’ll get to art vs. artist in a bit).  Yet the concern that sparked this article is the rush of the crowd to pass a final verdict at the first hint of an allegation and the wide swath painted by the paintbrush in labeling all questionable behavior and mistakes (no matter how old and foggy with memory) as equally bad. In that regard this reminds me of recent allegations made against former President George H.W. Bush—for those who haven’t heard, three women to date have accused Bush Sr. of touching their backsides while cracking the same joke during photo opportunities (“Want to know who my favorite magician is? David cop-a-feel!”). While H.W.’s behavior (and it looks like those allegations are definitely true) is certainly not acceptable behavior, the act of a 90+ year old man in a wheelchair touching a woman’s butt as his wife rolls her eyes and slaps at him (a man with early dementia to boot) shouldn’t be equated with rape as it was in the first woman’s allegation (“he sexually assaulted me..”).

The atrocious behavior of Harvey Weinstein that blew open with confession after confession of abused victims coupled with the fact that it was an “open secret” for so long in Hollywood coming on the heels of similar stories of abuse by other powerful men (Bill O’Reilly, Roger Ailes, Bill Cosby, Donald Trump) has resulted in a much deserved soul-searching (of sorts) in Hollywood (and beyond, especially on Facebook). Women in every field and facet of life have been judged, ignored and silenced for so long that to have their stories finally heard is a positive development to say the least. But like anything this rush of exposure and widespread public sharing of personal experiences does invite some potential dangers. While no predator should be allowed to roam free (throw Cosby in jail, impeach Trump, stop financing O’Reilly’s worthless career by buying his abysmal “books”) the rush to pass judgement in the court of public opinion before the facts are in can sometimes lead to unfairly tarnished reputations. Furthermore, flattening all indiscretions so they fit under the same label and deserve the same punishment does a disservice to the real victims of rape and assault. We all know (if we’re being honest) that women still face an uphill battle in almost every workplace: they aren’t paid as much as their male counterparts, they aren’t treated the same (what is seen as assertive in a male coworker is often seen as “shrill”  or worse in a female), and they are subject to harassment and assault at much higher rates than their male colleagues. I am certainly not trying to contest that. Calling out sexist practices in every industry is important—because it’s not just Hollywood, it’s not just in government or the church (Protestant, Catholic and Evangelical in large numbers), it’s not just in big business, it’s everywhere and those areas of higher visibility are just observable microcosms of a national problem.  However, there is a chance that hitching to the coattails of this long-needed re-evaluation there also emerges some gleeful condemnation as well as a dash of puritanical and unjustly smug self-righteousness. The unwritten “rules” are changing and while mostly all for the better when it comes to workplace flirtation, sexual innuendo and exploitation, etc. it doesn’t hurt to realize the greys amidst the black and white and the differentiating aspects of each individual case and story.

For example—Kevin Spacey is accused by actor Anthony Rapp of sexually propositioning him in 1986 when he (Spacey) was 26 or so and Rapp (the victim) was 14. According to the allegation Spacey laid on top of Rapp after the other guests had left a party at Spacey’s house and “tried to seduce” him to which Rapp declined and the encounter ended. While it’s not only unethical but disgusting for any adult to proposition a 14 year old kid there are several factors worth considering in this example. One is that Spacey has not confirmed the event occurred—only that “if it did” it was the result of “too much drinking” 30 years ago and Spacey apologized to the accuser by saying if any hurt was caused by anything that may have happened that he can’t recall he was truly sorry. I personally would know that I had never flirted with a minor no matter how many years back it is alleged to have been but I’m also not a closeted actor flirting with any and all other gay actors I come into contact with out of a hyper-awareness that my career would be derailed if I had a public relationship with another man (name an openly gay film superstar from 30 years ago—heck name a leading man that is openly gay in Hollywood TODAY). Another fact to remember—Spacey’s alleged attempt allegedly ceased once verbal declination was given. There is no claim of rape or assault.  To cement Spacey as a pedophile or other such scum-bucket I feel we need to hear that this was a pattern of his. Did he proposition other minors? Did he do so over time and into the present? Is there any evidence that such propositions were ever consummated? If any of these other factors are an affirmative then I believe it is more than fair to throw his name in with the others (Cosby, Ailes, Weinstein). But if all that ever occurred was a drunken proposition that was declined 30 years ago I think he deserves another chance.

I in no way want to make light of sexual assault, harassment or child abuse. Nor do I want us to return us to the days of instantly doubting all accusers. I know that statistically speaking very few women (or in the Spacey case men) make false sexual abuse claims (satanic panic and false-memory cases aside*). I know that those who do bring accusations to light and pursue legal recourse very rarely receive compensation and justice for their abuse. I mainly want to make the following points: (1) not all crimes are the same; and (2) the court of public opinion is rarely the best arbiter of guilt. Kevin Spacey may be guilty of something. Hopefully the extent of that guilt is making a very wrong-headed decision to proposition an under-age coworker for sex 30 years ago in a drunken haze. If that is the sum total of his guilt then stripping him of all accolades (his Netflix series cancelled, his Emmy nomination rescinded, the possible loss of any association with the theater in London he oversaw for so long) and condemning him to the forgotten past is not only wrong but is a shame. I know some of the anger levelled at Spacey comes from the LGBT community as the wording of his recent statement that he “chooses now to live as a gay man” and the timing of that announcement is pernicious given the accusation (thus damaging the LGBT cause by once again allowing for conservatives to draw a false line between homosexuality and pederasty). But read that statement again in full and put it in the context of a man who has lived his life in the closet and done his best to keep his private life out of the spotlight. If this is the only accusation involving any hint of involvement with a minor then cut the man a little slack and give him a little grace.

Conversely it could come out that Spacey in addition to being  a great actor is a terrible person in which case we are once again facing the issue of art vs. the artist: can we separate the work we love from the person who created it if that person is horrible? It’s a different decision for everyone. I long ago gave up on believing every artist I love is a wonderful person. Lots of great musicians were absolute terrible people yet I still love the work they created. Lots of great writers had terrible political ideas, inane religious beliefs, and behaved atrociously. HP Lovecraft’s embedded racism gave him a fear of the “other” that presented itself in ways likely unknown to him in his fiction yet it doesn’t negate the effectiveness of his supernatural horror. John Lennon wasn’t the peaceful, altruistic savior his many fans hoped he was but his songs remain timeless. On the other hand, Bill Cosby presented himself as America’s father figure and his comedian stage presence and TV persona was so tied up with who we thought he was that to learn he was a serial rapist make it impossible for me to actively enjoy his work anymore. I struggle with a current example as if rumor after rumor is true I fear the best comedian working today may be guilty of forcing women who were trying to flee to watch him masturbate (and said comedian is producing and writing a superb cable comedy that is highly female-centric for a good friend and frequent collaborator of his, a show I enjoy but can’t watch without pondering said allegations). We each make our decisions on these issues. I don’t hold artists to the same moral standard I hold myself to just for me to enjoy their work but I try not to actively finance the careers of artists who commit actions I deem past the pale (helps when they’re long dead). It gets a bit like divestment—can you actively avoid doing business with any company guilty of terrible crimes? Probably not—but you can pick your battles.



*I didn’t want to derail this article with a full paragraph on the “satanic panic” of the 1980s but feel it is an area overlooked when some of these types of discussions are made. An excellent journalistic investigation into that area is Lawrence Wright’s “Remembering Satan” book. For the unaware, in the 1980s dozens of cases throughout the US emerged where parents, daycares, churches and schools were accused of sexually assaulting infants and children as part of satanic rituals. No evidence for such widespread occurrences every emerged and most were linked to copycat stories formed by teens and children repeating previous stories made popular in dimestore “autobios” and daytime talk shows. Parents even confessed in instances where it was clearly impossible they had committed the acts they claimed. Embedded “false memories” were ultimately given the ultimate blame. I can think of only one Hollywood scandal that bears striking resemblance to this phenomena and I’d rather not invite a lot of hate by speculating too openly of it here only that it involves a big cinema figure who is alleged to have committed an act one time that bears many similarities to embedded memory stories. Said alleged perpetrator paid for multiple open investigations into the allegations by third-parties, no evidence was found, no later allegations ever made, no conviction ever made yet in many (liberal and conservative) circles this person is synonomous with guilt to this day for a number of reasons.       

tom petty

The first time I spent my own money to buy music was in the 5th grade when I used my allowance to buy two Tom Petty cassettes from a classmate—Wildflowers and the first Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers Greatest Hits compilation. To this day those remain two of my favorite albums. Wildflowers is a masterpiece but one that went largely over my head back then. I dug the melodies but the words were more mature than I was at the time. It, challenged only by maybe Springsteen’s Tunnel of Love may be the best adult rock record of all time in its straightforward handling of issues facing us as we age out of rock’s original target audience. However, back then I played that Greatest Hits tape over and over and I contend to this day it’s the best greatest hits album ever assembled. It’s just perfect–one great song after another and it flows together cohesively like an album all its own. To top it off he was able to stick one of his biggest hits on it before it was even a hit as “Mary Jane’s Last Dance” was a new song recorded for the compilation.

There’s a timelessness to the music of Tom Petty. There’s also a remarkable consistency. I remember off-handedly saying to my wife a few years ago that Petty should “lead a class for other musicians on how to not suck”. Because seriously—scan through his body of work and find something bad–it’s a pretty difficult task. Sure some songs or albums are better than others but there’s no huge embarrassment or clunker in his catalogue. Some might see that as a sign of not pushing boundaries, of not being “experimental” enough. Whatever. He encompassed so much scope so simply which is why I think so many people are saddened over his untimely demise. Punks, rock and roll purists, country music fans, top 40 listeners—there’s something for all of those people in Tom Petty’s songs.

Tom Petty gave songs the strictest of focus. Sure his work could be “political” (as in The Last DJ or “Shadow People” from Hypnotic Eye) but never at the expense of the song. Sure he could be writing some seriously heartfelt introspection—but never in a banal navel-gazing way. The songs always had to work as songs. They are unpretentious songs.

It’s just a bummer to have him gone now, talk about bad news on top of bad news. I know as a fan I can never mourn an artist like their family and friends do as I didn’t know him for who he really was. I know him as he presented himself to me in song, how he came across in witty profile pieces and interview after interview, how he appeared in Bogdonovich’s Running Down a Dream film and perhaps as intimately as an outsider possibly could know him from reading the masterful biography his fan and friend Warren Zanes wrote. I know people who are genuinely heartbroken over the loss of this man and it’s easy to see why. I wrote one of these pieces about Prince not too long ago. We’re losing too many of the last masters of pure rock music: Neil Young, Van Morrison, the remaining Beatles and Rolling Stones and Bruce Springsteen are about all that’s left. More than any of them (except arguably Springsteen) Tom was unique in that he was still making vital new work as Hypnotic Eye and the Mudcrutch LPs were as good as anything he’d ever done. It’s a shame we won’t get to hear what he had in store for us over the next 20 years because I know his creativity would have held out as long as he did.

So be thankful you have a vast catalogue of Tom Petty, Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers, Mudcrutch & Traveling Wilburys records to listen to, over and over. Be thankful an artist as authentic and honest as Petty devoted his life to making the best music he could and that he came along in a time and place where he was able to develop and share that talent. And the next time your musical hero comes to town to play a show make sure to go if you have the chance because it’s never a given you’ll get that opportunity again.

Today I’m back to my ongoing project of ranking horror franchises, sub-genres and directors. I’m exhausted with the news and have nothing of worth to say about it today. I’m also taking a quick break on heavier writing I’m doing professionally and creatively so it seemed like a perfect time to hack out the next list in this series. Today’s topic–the “Halloween” franchise. If you’d like to read my “Nightmare on Elm Street” or “Friday the 13th” lists please do so by clicking the embedded hyperlinks.

Today’s list will rank every “Halloween” movie—that’s right, both timelines of the original franchise (Halloween-Halloween II-H20-HResurection as well as Halloween-HII, H4, H5, H6) as well as the remakes and the standalone “Season of the Witch”. So both versions of Michael–the Shape and the overgrown redneck! Here we go!


10. Halloween: Resurrection

To be honest, I couldn’t bring myself to slog through the Big Brother meets Scream via who knows what crap fest of Resurrection. Most Halloween fans pretend this one didn’t happen. It does feature kung-fu fighting between Bustah Rhymes and Michael Myers if that sounds appealing to you.


9. Halloween 5: The Revenge of Michael Myers

What a crap-fest. What makes it a crap fest is it’s “throw everything at the wall and see what sticks” approach. This film undoes everything that was worthwhile in its predecessor and sets up an absurd side-plot that overtakes the film, ends it, and is never followed up on in successors. It’s disjointed, confusing, boring, repetitive…It may be the worst installment of any 1980s horror franchise and if you watch behind the scenes features on it you’ll hear the obvious confirmed in that it was just an attempt to quickly cash in on the unexpected financial success of its predecessor.


8. Halloween II (2009)

Maybe Zombie’s worst film, definitely his most boring. Largely forgettable.


7. Halloween (6): The Curse of Michael Myers

Most fans hate the thorn cult aspect of “Curse”, the 6th installment of the original franchise. I actually like it though I find its details and much of its execution lacking. I have no problem with an occult grounding for the Shape but this is the only film that tries to do it so it involved a fair amount of retconning. There are some genuinely creepy moments, it’s well shot and well acted, and I particularly liked the introduction of Tommy Doyle as an adult (Paul Rudd in his film debut) nemesis to the Shape. However as it is, nothing in 6 is grounded to what came before or followed up with in what came after so it stands as its own island (or hiccup).  Still, this is the first entertaining film mentioned thus far in the rankings so everything gets better from here onward!


6. Halloween H20: 20 Years Later

“Scream”, “I Know What You Did Last Summer” and a slew of other 90s bubblegum horror flicks ushered in a very lucrative, commercial, and ultimately forgettable era of mainstream teen horror films. What made “Scream” terrific wasn’t ported over to H20 but what every other knock-off at the time did pretty much was. However, H20 was solid and enjoyable with a fresh-faced popular cast. H20 completely jettisons the “Halloween” timeline by pretending installments 4-6 never happened. Thus it follows as a direct sequel to II albeit “20 years later”. It’s worth it for the Laurie Strode-Michael Myers stand off though and it put the exclamation mark on this particular timeline of the series.


5. Halloween 4: The Return of Michael Myers

This is peak-’80s horror franchise film-making. The censors were watching so you have a rather bloodless affair that is shot a bit glammier and acted passably but clearly aimed at the mall crowd. However, “Return” is enjoyable and seemed on the verge of actually surprising and prepped to give an exciting new direction to the series with the narrative (and twist) on Myers’ niece Jamie. However, everything that could have been great about 4 for the franchise was quickly undone in a truly atrocious follow-up.


4. Halloween (2007)

Here’s another one many didn’t like—but I actually really enjoy Rob Zombie’s re-interpretation of “Halloween”. I think Zombie is a creative (if often derivative) director who has made some terrifying work. “Halloween” (2007) is second only to “The Devil’s Rejects” in his cannon. Many fans of the original series disliked this version because it explained too much—we get a grounding in “reality” for everything that was left mysterious in the first film. We get psychological exploration of Michael Myers, an origin story and an extensive background that “humanizes” the Shape. However, if it had been a shot for shot remake (e.g. the “Psycho” remake) it would have been pointless. Instead we get an original film that is disturbing, fast-paced, scary, and visually stunning.


3. Halloween II (1981)

Taking place in the immediate wake of the first film (the same night!), Halloween II upped the body count and gore and followed through the Myers-Strode storyline for the night “he came back” to it’s culmination. Everything that worked in part one works in part two and though it’s not as original the second time around it does serve as a satisfying horror film and is worth a double-feature most Halloweens.


2. Halloween III: Season of the Witch

A lot of people initially didn’t care for the third installment of Halloween—and many probably still don’t. “Season of the Witch” isn’t a Michael Myers film at all despite bearing the franchise moniker. After all had (thought to have) been said on Myers as a character by the end of the second film the idea was to use the franchise banner to present a new tale of terror each year in an annual anthology. “Season of the Witch” was the one and only such installment before the hard detour back to Michael in the following installment. However, just judging films by their own merits there’s no denying the quality of this one. This tale of technology, Halloween (the holiday) and “haunted” masks is a winner. It’s the best film in the series after the first. The soundtrack is great, the setting is creative, the story is cool. It’s an under-rated ’80s horror classic with a genuinely creepy ending.


1. Halloween (1978)

John Carpenter’s original “Halloween” is one of the greatest horror films of all time and set the template for every American slasher film that would follow. Carpenter makes unique movies that evoke a definite style and feel that is wholly his own—yes “Halloween” borrowed from predecessors especially Italian horror films but what makes it his own is the soundtrack he composed and the vision he provides with every camera choice he makes. He also got a terrific cast for this film. This movie was terrifying for what it didn’t show as much as it was for what it did show and even more for what it did not explain (or need to). If you came to Halloween late after years of more gorier derivative fair it likely didn’t have the impact on you that it did for previous generations. It also is certainly not without fault—Loomis’ doomy declarations of danger are certainly hokey if you don’t give yourself over to the film and appreciate the greatness of Donald Pleasance. But if you’re a fan of horror this one is a must-see at least once a year and it retains a sense of fright, fun, excitement and nostalgia (it was nostalgic even when it first came out in the purposeful tranquility and design of the town’s sidewalks and atmosphere) that are unmatched elsewhere.



It took two days for the President to denounce white supremacists after initially condemning the “hatred on many sides”. I am sure he ultimately caved in and named the main culprits after much pressure. But that “on many sides” aside is what stuck with most and is embedded in the interpretations far too many have of Saturday’s tragedy.

In an unsurprising continuation of willful ignorance and warped propaganda that passes as “fact”, a lot of white folks out there today judge what happened Saturday as a violent confrontation between two equally bad groups. I’ve seen far too much castigation of those who stood against the Nazis and even something akin to sympathy for the nazis themselves. For many conservative people today what happened Saturday was that “terrorist” Black Lives Matter protestors instigated violence during what would have otherwise been a “peaceful” demonstration by a perhaps fringe deluded extremist group.

When Trump refused to lay the blame on American neo-nazis, the alt-right and all other cults of racists that turned out in a march for white supremacy in Charlottesville on Saturday he made a dangerous, demeaning but much-desired (by his base) false equivalency. David Duke told Trump to remember what put him in the White House and Duke, former Klan “Grand” Wizard was certainly in attendance in Charlottesville.

This isn’t to say that there wasn’t blame for the violence on parties other than the white power cretins. The BBC is one of the few sources to instantly get the big picture and you can read their report here if you so desire. The blame is first and foremost on the Nazis but of course antifa should bear some fault as well—and it seems that Saturday was the largest exposure those folks have gotten in the mainstream in a long time. Antifa, if you aren’t aware (short for “antifascist”) have a complex history going back to Germany but the modern US branch of antifa is mainly known for showing up looking for violence anywhere far-right ideology is (or is perceived) to be present. In the past that has led to bomb threats, tear gas hurling and fists to the head at not only right-wing events but also concerts, movies, and bars when a member of antifa believes an artist, event or crowd consists of at least one “fascist” (labeled so by the antifa). So in addition to occasionally getting that wrong and performing terrorist acts on peaceful folks even when they get their target right (as on Saturday) they come ready to hurt as many of the other side as they physically can. As a friend of mine said, while punching a nazi may feel cathartic for you (and those pressing the replay button on youtube) it likely doesn’t accomplish the goals you want it to.

As the BBC (and other reputable sources) reported, the initial counter-protestors consisted of Black Lives Matter activists, pastors, clergy and church-goers, and UVA students, all of whom peacefully protested the white nationalists storming through campus with torches shouting garbage and attempting intimidation. Soon, however, the counter-protestors were infiltrated and inundated with antifa members ready for a fight. Everything then quickly escalated.

So today, the common conservative takeway is that “BLM are terrorists!” equally bad to the KKK. This is a dangerous and delusional interpretation but if we allow BLM (and the mainline churches and student activists) to be conflated with antifa in the coverage of Saturday’s tragedy we will allow not only damage to groups like BLM themselves but to also their very important, urgent cause.

Trump’s base—even those not consciously and purposefully racist—want to believe BLM is a terrorist group and that both sides are “equally bad.” They don’t want to question the role “Make America Great Again” and their support of Trump played in fomenting and recruiting more openly right-wing supremacists than ever before in recent history.

As I write this I just received a news alert that Trump has once again defended the rightwing protestors from Saturday (“not all of them were Nazis”). With Bannon in the White House and Trump’s base convinced the neo-nazis share nothing in common with their own political beliefs we have a long way to go in addressing this country’s race problems. Antifa isn’t helping, particularly as they go after the ACLU openly. We can’t allow the nazis to cause us to relinquish our own highest values and identities in our battle to discredit and overcome them otherwise they score a huge win in this war.

Any Republican in the age of Trump from the Senate all the way down to the local dogcatcher that isn’t publicly denouncing Trump’s character, actions, and staff choices, who isn’t distancing themselves from him and who isn’t working to reform and update their party so that Trump and his evils are in no way indicative of the GOP doesn’t deserve to be elected to any single position anywhere in this country. If I meet you in a business capacity and you wax on about your love of the GOP in this day and age I am instantly considering doing business with someone else instead of you.

Another valid prefacing point—I have always (at least since I began to understand politics and engage politically) identified as “progressive” in the sense that I believe the goal of good governance is to grow, enhance and “better” (“progress”) society, to do more, be better, serve more folks more efficiently in the service of reducing poverty, social injustice, etc. I believe there are certain basic “rights” that citizens of countries wealthy enough to provide them are due—these are the benefits of living in a society, of paying taxes, of being a part of a country rather than a solitary tribe. In my opinion these rights include not only the constitutional rights and civil liberties we have enshrined in our constitution in America but also basic things that people need to survive—food, clothes, housing and healthcare. Every citizen of a wealthy country deserves a safe place to sleep, enough healthy food to survive, and medical treatment that won’t bankrupt them when they are sick.

However, in the wake of Trump and the resulting political environment I have sometimes found myself loathe for the first time in my life to self-identify as “progressive”. “Liberal” yes and I believe that entails the original sense of progressive but I’ve seen and heard such things lately that I can only believe the terms we’ve used previously are now dying due to bad associations and new connotations. I admit I once rolled my eyes at some of the old-guard liberals now so often derided as conservatives who warned of a “PC” left that was veering off the rails. But the only term I at the moment can muster for a certain segment of my fellow liberals is “Reactionary Left”. Like the Republicans of old and the conservatives of history the new Reactionary Left does not present new ideas, does not lead the way and instead reacts constantly to the other side…and increasingly not just to the other side but to those within its own ranks, attacking and purifying the inner circle to determine who is “really” a liberal—who uses the right phrases, holds the right positions, denounces all of the right (or “wrong”) things.

I don’t think all liberals are like this—nor will I commit a false equivalency by asserting that both political sides are equally bad today. What is happening on the modern right is wreaking irreversible harm on the environment, our standing in and relationship with the rest of the world, the dignity of the poor and the rights of minority groups. Making transgender persons scapegoats to score political points with a section of their base causes far more harm than us arguing over whether a person is “whitesplaining” or not. BUT—a sizeable and growing segment of the modern left is taking its eye off the ball and losing focus on the big picture while simultaneously culling the ranks and almost intentionally deterring those outside of the circle from getting on board.

A few examples of what I’m talking about:

  • A group of folks were discussing police brutality, specifically black folks slain by police with video evidence they were doing no wrong while the juries who found the officers not guilty anyway. Important issue, worth getting angry about, worth discussing and acting on to change the culture of why this occurs. A man the group knows made a comment that basically asserted generalizations occur across all lines and that ultimately he hoped we could grow to see everyone as part of a human family. Make what you will of that statement—it may certainly miss the point, it may certainly be loftier than statements seeking to fix right here right now the problems people of color are experiencing with police—but instantly this man was accused by the entire group of racism. Every—steadfastly non-aggressive, calm—word he said in his defense of not being a racist was met with accusations that he was “mansplaining” and “whitesplaining”. Does levelling these accusations solve anything? Does it convert the man to their point of view or advance the dialogue at all? No it likely just pushes him further in the opposite direction.
  • I know several vegans and vegetarians and while some are pretty chill on their choices the majority takes every opportunity to accuse every meat-eater they know of murder. To eat meat or not on philosophical, ethical, scientific, or nutritional merits is a complex debate but one sure way of not advancing your cause is to instantly insult, denigrate, or annoy the other side while simultaneously asserting your own moral superiority. If the goal is to reduce animal suffering, address the climate impact of the growing cow population, or to make people healthier there are hundreds of ways to advance each of these goals with footsteps that not only make sense and work but that come easier and more naturally to the majority of people.
  • Prior to the Oscars this past spring I heard from one person that if “La La Land” won the Academy Award it would prove once and for all the Oscars were irredeemably racist. This was after the Academy made efforts to double its female and people of color members and nominations of said categories was larger than it had been in years, possibly ever. The same person was in discussion with agreeing friends, all of whom declared they’d never even seen the movie and had no interest in it. When “Moonlight” ended up winning the same person proclaimed “of course Moonlight won” because it “depicted angry drug-addicted black women” and was about gay characters yet it didn’t “show gay sex”. This despite the fact that it was based on the author’s own life and was widely acclaimed for its depiction of masculinity and gender. This same person is a constant fount of examples of finding fault with every situation regardless of the outcome.
  • One last example though I could go on—let’s look at the recent McCain vote that killed healthcare repeal. Lisa Murkowski and Susan Collins were both steadfastly against the repeal from the beginning and have rightfully been receiving credit for that. Yet since it was known they were voting “No”, McCain’s last minute reveal that he too was voting know broke the tie and sunk the bill. So reporting that McCain broke the tie and ultimately “did the right thing” was a news story worth reporting. The instant backlash to these stories across my social media showed that rather than be happy repeal was at least temporarily dead, much of the left was angry McCain was getting credit for the work of women (Collins & Murkowski).

The Reactionary Left cares more about getting the terms right than getting the results right. I’ve read story after story about those on the fence who (shudder) became Trump supporters just because they got sick of the self-righteous posturing of their liberal friends. While I don’t see how you can suddenly support a selfish, lying, hateful, ignorant buffoon who is making the country and the world a worse place every day I do get why you can suddenly become apolitical or distance yourself from the modern left. Who wants to be surrounded by those who only complain about past could-have-beens (as most Democratic party meetings I’ve been to in recent time turn out to be) rather than what could-be-next’s. Furthermore, who wants to contribute to a conversation when they have to mentally check every word they may utter in fear of inadvertently offending the crowd and being cast out puritanically from the inner circle of trve liberals?

I can speak for no one but myself but the following points are what I feel, mean, and believe when I say I am “liberal”.

  • Free Speech is paramount. A person can say, write, or sing anything they wish or believe whether right or wrong. However, said person should not be able to report said speech as news if unchecked and said person is not immune to the free speech response to their original comment. If a person says some heinous shit they may as well expect the protests to come and that is part of the free speech circle. The right is trying to co-opt free speech by saying they don’t PC police your conversation. In case you have a short memory, the right was the party that got aghast at everything from the Metropolitan Museum of Art display of piss-Christ to gangsta rap and Marilyn Manson in the ‘90s. The only speech the right cares about is protecting lies reported as news (not a free speech issue) and the right to use racial, religious and sexist slurs (which can be used but which can also be called out and pushed out of polite public professional conversation).
  • Discrimination on the basis of gender, race, religion, sexual identity or country of national origin must be attacked and dismantled at every turn. Every person deserves access to the same opportunities and protections. This goes for employment, housing, education, and incarceration. We live in a country where every generation forgets they come from immigrants and so discriminate against every incoming demographic. We jail people of color at astronomically larger rates than white due to racially-motivated drug policies and policing tactics. We get angry that stores say “Happy Holidays” instead of exclusively “Merry Christmas” and those who believe differently—especially if they believe in “nothing” religiously—are looked down upon almost unanimously. Hell, we maintain “legacy” preferential status for universities bestowing the grandchildren of wealthy graduates preference over first-generation college students in contrast to every other industrialized country. Yet instead of focusing with laser-like specificity on these bigger issues (and so many more), the Reactionary Left worries more about pushing out voices from the past (“who cares what dead white guys had to contribute” (e.g. Jefferson, Einstein) or present (quit whitesplaining) from the conversation.
  • Our environmental world is in danger and it is our duty to protect and repair it. No one’s jumping down from the sky to heal the earth nor is it our destiny to strip and destroy our planet on our way out. Global warming is real and we are running out of time to do something about it. Big changes are necessary from national and global standpoints. We can do what we can to cut our carbon footprint but policing the micro-actions of our every neighbor may not only not make a difference but may also make many other things worse.

I could go on with issues of war, poverty, policing, gender relations, etc. but I’m not writing a manifesto regardless of how it might sound, I just wanted to list a few key examples. These are just a few key things I mean when I proclaim myself as a liberal. Despite the fact most of us grow more conservative with age I don’t foresee that for myself in most areas, though I’m not immune to the fact that with even slightly better income and more security almost all of us lose the visceral response to many progressive impulses. I am liberal in a traditional sense and I have huge sympathy for the modern left in terms of addressing some of these other issues and growing awareness of problems previously overlooked. I believe in a more equitable world for all. I don’t scoff at the issue of language and label either—I know misusing the wrong label can hurt be it a pronoun or racial slur. My wife is a strong Ms. (never a Mrs.) with her own last name, every transwoman I know is a she, and by god I’m never calling a black person the n word (even with an a ending) no matter how close we are. I get the importance of all such issues. My issue with the focus on language is more on the pedantic, academic sense—I spent a lot of time in colleges and universities and within that context it is very important to get the nomenclature right. But it is not our duty as liberals and/or academics to take those textbook sociological and philosophical terms out into the “real” world and bludgeon folks with them—accusing them of –isms they’ve never heard of, condemning them for not invoking the right indigenous native writer’s preferred adjective at the right time. I fear that the campus experience will drift to implosion if we allow our fear of getting it right and our fear of offense push out all fruitful debate and exclude all troubling writing. I fear we will lose a generation of progressive action by culling the herd of all but the most linguistically and philosophically pure and there is simply too much at stake to let that happen.

This is the second of these installments. If you’d like to read my rankings of the Friday the 13th franchise click here and if for some reason you want to read my long-winded prologue as to why/when I started doing these feel free to click here.

I googled “A Nightmare on Elm Street” to check the date on the remake and saw a slew of “Nightmares ranked” posts from Buzzfeed to Nerdist and everything in between. I didn’t read any of them and as far as I know I’ve never read one before but I’ll check some of them out after I post this to see how my picks compare with others. As with Friday, if you disagree with my order that’s cool. I’ll be doing these lists with other horror franchises over the next few months as well as horror directors and certain adaptations, notes, etc.

Re-watching the Elm Street franchise after the Friday films revealed a few things. Though I loved Freddy as a kid/teen (“Freddy’s Dead” was one of the first R-rated horror films I ever saw and I loved it) the series has aged a bit worse than Friday particularly with the effects but also in some of the installments with the villain. Wes Craven came up with one of the most terrifying villain concepts ever—a child-killer with home-made knife gloves who worked as a school janitor that was burnt alive by the town parents only to come back as a dream demon who can kill you in your sleep—good lord, that is the stuff of nightmares)—but the character got more accessible and caricaturist with every installment. That said, there are still some good films in the batch and horror fans who came of age in the 1980s and ’90s will always be Krueger fans (or “ [his] children now”).


9) A Nightmare on Elm Street (2010)

I would say it was pointless but I do in fact see the point of trying to update and remake Elm Street for a new generation with modern effects and solid acting. The Friday remake was actually pretty good (in my opinion). However, this one was terrible. It’s possibly the worst horror remake of the last 20 years. What a wasted opportunity.


8) Freddy’s Dead: The Final Nightmare (part 6)

So this introduced me to Freddy and in some ways horror films…but my recent revisit of the film revealed that this did not age particularly wel at all. I find it especially funny that it was set in the future but everything in that future was concretely rooted in early 1990s technology and culture…for example the power-glove super Freddy? You do get some early Goo Goo Dolls on the soundtrack to remind you they were a hard rock act once. The timeless past of the dream demons prior to Freddy are played with a bit but the effects don’t do the concept justice. There are some solid scenes and it’s not a complete waste of a watch as I’ll likely give it additional views in the future, it’s just not the best of the series and Freddy is at his most ridiculous here (“wicked witch of the west”ing it?).


7) A Nightmare on Elm Street 2: Freddy’s Revenge
This one is hilarious and unique. You have an over the top male as the final girl and a metric ton of gay-subtext which the writer and director admitted as intentional later. You have some truly weird dream sequences. You have a lot of odd character choices and horrible (yet funny) dialogue. Then there’s the idea of Freddy needing to possess the protagonist and use him to come back, an idea not quite revisited later. You have an ending that just ends without being resolved in the follow-up. But you also have some dark, scary Freddy appearances—scarier than he would be in any of the follow ups other than “New Nightmare”. It is actually a solid movie and I can see how this one has garnered a cult following.


6) A Nightmare on Elm Street 5: The Dream Child

Alice is perhaps a better protagonist than Nancy and here she makes her second appearance—and she’s tough. She fights back and fights hard. There are some of the best dream sequence effects of the series in this one and it may be the most under-rated film of the series.

5) A Nightmare on Elm Street 4: The Dream Master

Alice makes her first appearance and the story propels nicely forward from the extremely successful (and fan favorite) “Dream Warriors” predecessor. Dream Master and Dream Child fill in some Krueger history and chronology, feature a great protagonist and decent supporting cast and work very well as a double-bill. Solid 1980s horror installments done right.


4) Freddy vs. Jason

Fans waited so long for this movie. For the most part it always seemed like a pipe dream that wouldn’t ever really come to fruition until it actually did. So after that infamous Freddy glove made its appearance in “Jason Goes to Hell” speculation about what the movie might entail went on for years—as such, nothing would live up to that anticipation. What did come out though was thoroughly entertaining. I didn’t include Freddy vs. Jason in my Friday list because as I said there, it seems much more like a Nightmare movie featuring Jason which it does. This movie basically picks up where “Freddy’s Dead” left off and now that Freddy is “dead” he’s looking to make his entry back into the world via Jason—using Jason to kill and raise the body count and fear on Elm Street so that kids think Freddy is back enough that he can actually come back. The more modern special effects and make-up did wonders for the ultimate battle between these two horror icons and the movie had its share of thrills, laughs, and fun. I still like the idea that at one point they planned two endings to air in different theaters each with a different victor.



3) Wes Craven’s “New Nightmare”

Craven played around with meta-narratives quite a bit, most strongly here and later in Scream. New Nightmare is a blast—audiences get to see most of their favorites from the first film back playing themselves (including/introducing director Craven). Let’s face it, Heather Lagenkamp wasn’t the world’s strongest actress back in the day or later in this one playing herself but it’s still nice to see her back. The visuals were the best they had yet been when this one showed Freddy and he was certainly more frightening than he’d been in almost a decade. Good story through and through.



2) A Nightmare on Elm Street 3: Dream Warriors

Probably the best cast (Laurence Fishburne), best lines (“Welcome to prime time…”), and some of the best visuals (Freddy the puppeteer) the series had. The soundtrack was solid as well, so there’s little wonder why this is many fans favorite of them all. Freddy also made a definite move to wiseass mischief maker who dished out comic relief and one-liners though which set the tone for every appearance he made afterwards (until New Nightmare). But this one works by pretty much every count: bringing back Nancy for a bit, expanding on the mythology, and squaring Freddy off against a group of quality adversaries.


1) A Nightmare on Elm Street (1984)

In this instance (contrary to Friday) the original is by far the best of the batch. Wes Craven came up with a truly terrifying concept that was original and provided a twist on the slasher genre much different than what anyone else was doing. He assembled a mostly top-notch cast, shot it with the best effects he could muster (and there are really only 1-2 instances where said effects are overly dated), and gave horror fans a creative, unique, and original experience. The bath tub scene, the ceiling drag, the blurring of waking and dreaming life, this one is a true horror classic was truly unmatched by every successive film regardless of how fun those sequels were.

Last week one of those viral Facebook status games went around. You know the ones—“I’ve been to X states how many have you?” with shaded areas or a Q&A of which sibling or spouse in your family is considered the more Y than the others, etc. This one going around was “I’ve been to 9 of the following 10 concerts—which is fake?” I’m usually not one for these games or copy-paste status shares but this caught my eye because I love music and frequent concerts. I love ranking, debating, and sharing music information as well. It was fun to learn what friends had seen what shows—that a Jehovah’s Witness mother of two friend of mine I’d never heard so much as cuss had seen Master P as a teen or that I had friends who’d caught both Kurt Cobain and Eliot Smith live before their suicides was interesting to me.

I realized when receiving notifications of comments on either mine or a friend’s status that I’d guessed at that for the first time in months (or longer) I actually enjoyed something on Facebook. I’ve been as guilty as others in the news-shares that only preach to the choir or piss off the other side but never change minds and rarely inspire actual action and I do like that news stories I trust and find worth my time populate in my feed on the regular but since the build up to the 2016 election and the fallout afterward I’ve felt little joy in reading or interacting with anything on Facebook. This was different and small as it was I enjoyed it.

Then almost instantly I began seeing backlash and realized just like I’ve always suspected, there can be no joy on most of the internet least of all Facebook. “Ugh I hate concerts who cares?” status updates or “thanks for reminding me I’ve never seen anything” or ultimately worst of all, comments that “these updates just showcase how privileged some people are that they can waste their time and money on such trivialities”—I’m paraphrasing and combining several comments and conversations into one with that but it’s a pretty apt summary of what I saw in one corner of the newsfeed. That’s just indicative of the need to –ism and box every activity and action, to privilege check all that shouldn’t be privilege checked and ultimately to force us all to realize:

I love live music. I love music in general and love albums but I especially love the live concert experience. It’s all encompassing and it purges my mind of the clouds and cobwebs and self-doubt and cynicism. I went to a couple of shows a year from my late teens through my early twenties then a buddy and I spent two years of college hitting the road every time anywhere in a 6 hour radius a band either of us loved was playing. After graduation I caught shows sporadically but three years ago my wife and I moved to the Nashville area. While I’m no real (mainstream) country music fan, I quickly realized Nashville was beginning to draw more and more diverse acts. As someone who loves metal as well I was pleasantly surprised to see death, black, doom, trad and other metal acts from acclaimed upstart acts to historical legacy acts coming to the area. Though I’m approaching my mid-thirties at this point since I came to my full love of extreme metal rather later in life I took advantage of a somewhat flexible work schedule to hit as many of these shows, most of which could be enjoyed for less than $30, as possible—well, at least one a month.

I have no children. My wife and I trust each other to do things without the other when we want. We’ve slowly dug our way of debt (still a way to go) but the last 3 years are the first time in our lives one or both of us hasn’t been in some sort of school or degree program and it’s the first time we’ve both had something at least approximating a real career. So if I want to spend $30 or less on a show—then throw $50 if I feel like it on drinks and merch to support the hard-touring acts—on a Tuesday night in a warehouse or damp basement show or heck $75 occasionally for a legacy act in an arena then I don’t know whose business it is but my own. As for privilege? I have waited in so many lines for concerts and I see hard-working 20-50 year old folks, some obviously there straight from work with a schedule on deck for the next AM waiting in line to hear a song they love by a band they admire. I see folks who maybe want to have a drink and wait for the lights to go down and the spectacle to begin. To forget whoever is in office and whatever is owed, whatever has not worked out for them and just breathe for a few hours.

I remember those maps of “I’ve been to X states” and remember feeling bummed that I’d been nowhere outside of the southern geographic radius of states right into my 30s. I am only now at a point at which I can afford to really travel at least once a year. Sporting events? Outside of an occasional minor league baseball game I have no interest in spending my money and time at one. So do what you like in life when you have the opportunity because experiences are almost always worth it. I have fond memories of every show I’ve been to and they always yield stories to tell to like-minded fans. This year two of my best memories so far are a 4-act metal tour where I bounced around (often flying through the air) in a sweaty mosh pit for 5 hours and a small dark club where a gothic folk singer sang the words of songs I’d played on repeat for months to chilling effect. I’m not really a religious person (though I once was) but the right live show functions in the way the best religious service can—it builds an instant community, involves the whole body, and overwhelms all of the senses. It clears the mind.

So yeah, if you like live music just make the effort. There’s probably a city or town within an hour of you that will have at least 1 good show a month—catch one some time and if you like it, let the band know by buying a shirt or two. If you don’t like live music? Find something else to do with your time but don’t be annoying.

Lastly, I was thinking about how at least Yelp and Goodreads, as far as social media goes, function optimally by keeping the focus on the subject(s) at hand. Then I received a random message on Yelp yesterday from a stranger calling me names because I mentioned in a review I preferred omelets to scrambled eggs: No.Joy.



My Top Comics of 2016

December 29, 2016



10) Saga

Okay so one one hand I’ve been tempted to call Saga the most over-rated comic in conversation today I am placing it on my list of best 2016 comics. There were a lot of other worthy titles shipping monthly this year that could have slotted here but ultimately Saga takes the spot because of that wide reach and enthusiastic embrace. It’s comics little ambassador, a book to prove to someone on the fence that comics are a viable and exciting medium today (though be careful because some of those gross out closeups are adults only). Brian K. Vaughn’s best work IMO remains Y the Last Man but Saga may become a close second depending on how it all wraps up.


9) Wonder Woman

Will DC finally make a good movie post-Nolan? Maybe. Maybe. The previews for Wonder Woman look terrific and after losing her job as a global ambassador IRL (don’t get me started), we at least need a good WW comic. Azarello’s run a couple years ago started great and really played up the mythology but then seemed to derail. No one in recent years has really gotten Princess Diana so DC just went back to one of the last scribes to do so and now we have new Greg Rucka Wonder Woman issues, alternating the latest version of her origin story with a new tale month to month. Of the “trinity” this title is by far the best DC is currently doing though King’s take on Batman is not bad.


8) Stray Bullets

Stray Bullets was one of indie comics most frustrating (and unintentional) cliffhangers in history. 40 issues or so of masterful storytelling and art self-produced by David Lapham and then…who’s in the trunk? Radio silence for a decade or more. Lapham did a few other things (including the also excellent Young Liars for Vertigo which faced the axe too soon and had a rushed ending) and then finally…Stray Bullets came back! He not only wrapped up that original arc and then released the whole series in a giant omnibus but he launched a series of continued stories featuring our favorite doomed miscreants. Each issue stands on it’s own, hits like a fist to the gut, but also ties together for the overall story.


7) Nailbiter

Joshua Williamson continued his horror-fan homage with 11 or so more issues of Nailbiter this year. We’re still not sure what all lurks in and behind the town where so many serial killers are born but we may be getting closer. Along with a dozen or more siblings Nailbiter cemented Image Comics as the torchbearers of classic Vertigo storytelling.


6) Archie

Though I read my fair share of Archie digests as a kid, I would never have thought in a million years past the age of 10 that Archie would be a worthy consideration in any “best of” list. Yet somehow the entire Archie line has managed to not only survive the digital age but thrive and evolve without losing the essence of why they worked in the first place. We got not only the almost adults-only zombie action of Afterlife With Archie and the Lovecraftian horror of Sabrina we also got the primary all-ages in-universe Archie line updated for a new generation in a non-pandering way. Mark Waid knows what makes these simple stories work and every issue this year was a blast to read.


5) Paper Girls

If you watched Stranger Things and enjoyed it you should really check out Paper Girls as it touches the same spots in the nostalgic brain in different ways. Sci-fi, kids on bikes, a big mystery–what’s not to love? Oh and yeah, this is another BKV title and one that, at least this year, I liked better than Saga.


4) Bitch Planet

In addition to being a great sci-fi story, an excellent commentary on society. a wholly new way of introducing gender studies and feminism, Bitch Planet is also a masterclass in the monthly comic. With the back-matter pieces, the letter column, and the overall presentation of each issue, Bitch Planet is a cover-to-cover joy every time an issue ships. Much like Orange is the New Black these are characters that once never got a fully-developed narrative arc and eye. Yet, in my opinion, Bitch Planet far out-ranks that Netflix original.


3) Mockingbird

For a newcomer to the medium, writer Chelsea Cain seems to have an uncanny touch for maximizing the art of panel storytelling. Her bread and butter are thriller novels and Mockingbird, her modern take on Bobbi Morse (much more than Hawkeye’s girlfriend) was her first comics project. And it was awesome. Sadly, gamergate style knuckledraggers harassed the hell out of her on Twitter for things like the above cover and ultimately this project either didn’t sell or whatever because a year in and we’re done folks. But both arcs, especially the first, were awesome (5 issues that can be reread in any order to reveal new layers to a comic caper complete with multiple sight gags and Easter eggs!) Light-hearted and fun yet puzzle-box intricate Mockingbird was what comics are all about.


2) The Vision

Part American Beauty part Watchmen, this doomed crime and family take on suburbia featuring the Avengers’ Vision and his self-fashioned synthetic family was the most outside of the box take on an established superhero of 2016. Tom King is a writer who comes to the field after leaving a career with the CIA (!) and the medium is lucky to have him. The Vision is his strongest work yet.


1)  Southern Bastards

Jason Aaron gives us a gritty warts and all Gothic take on life in the south, specifically Alabama. His Alabama may be over the top but as a native who spent his formative years there he gets the uniqueness and love-hate ratio right for a gripping take on homecoming. Southern Bastards is never really the story you think it is and I’m not sure where things will end up though I doubt they end up happy this being a true and through noir and all. Latour’s pencils are original and provide a great aesthetic for this story.