Perhaps the only guarantee I had going into last week’s Grammy broadcast was that Brandi Carlile would turn in a reliably stellar performance. And while I would have loved to see her perform the Joni-inflected “You and Me On the Rock,” I was more than happy with the fiery take of “Broken Horses.”
I’m no longer a regular SNL viewer, save for next-day viewing of highlights. The “Lisa from Temecula” sketch had both me—and the cast—in stitches.
I’ve been a fan of Jake Ewald’s solo project Slaughter Beach, Dog since 2017’s Birdie, but had not really given his 2020 effort At the Moonbase a fair listen until last week. Not as melodic as I’d hoped for but still a lovely, funny, sad album.
It’s been on my reading list for years—but I finaly picked up Jenny Odell’s How to Do Nothing, and I’ve been entranced by it. Looking to get into bioregionalism!
Up late at night with an infant, I wanted some slower-moving movies to watch, and two Kelly Reichardt films fit the bill: Meek’s Cutoff and Certain Women. Meek’s Cutoff was great—an unshowy, realistic depiction of travelers lost along an early Oregon Trail route. But Certain Women was astounding, with its loose trio of short stories.
New Jersey bagels are better than any bagels I can get in a 2,000-mile radius. (My father-in-law air-lifted us another dozen of them this weekend.)
Liquor store aisles, I learned to my simultaneous delight and dismay, are a fun maze for toddlers.