You Put Yourself to Sleep when You Weren't Even Tired

 The band Wild Pink put out a new album, Still Coming Down, last week and the discussion of the album on the Endless Scroll podcast, which is the main music pod that I listen to, prompted me to gather a few thoughts that have been circulating since their last record.

I had seen the band's name a few times on Twitter, I assume in posts by either Stereogum or The Alternative, but what prompted me to actually check them out was the inclusion of their then-recent album Dulling the Horns on, again, several of the hosts of Endless Scroll's year-end lists. I'm not sure what I expected the band to sound like, but it definitely wasn't the reworked heartland rock that I found on that album. Since I often pair listening of albums, I was high on the recent discovery of Box for Buddy, Box for Star by This is Lorelei,* and I remember listening to Dulling the Horns for the first time while I walked in -30 Celsius January weather to get a flu shot before the semester started. My initial thought was that it sounded like a more indie rock version of the War on Drugs' Lost in the Dream in a good way. My second thought was that I really enjoyed the way that the band introduced a new, distinct riff in each song after running through the initial motif. That felt creative and was the sign of a true riffer.

*Becks and I listened to this record in the car while driving to Ontario last weekend, and I referred to it as my favourite album of the 2020s. Hadn't reflected on that statement before I said it, but it's true.

I listened to Dulling the Horns a fair amount in the winter of 2025 and I was elated when a Wild Pink/Greg Mendez tour came to Montréal in the summer of 2025. I rode my bike to L'Esco, a darkhorse for my favourite venue in the city, by myself and smoked a joint on St. Denis before I went in. It felt like a lot of the crowd was there to see Mendez, including a former student of mine that I didn't approach to talk to, and who could blame them? He and his wife played in dark blue light and I heard multiple people cry during the set. One of my friends was going through an intense mental health episode at the time and it was weighing heavily on me at the time. Felt like every song Mendez played touched on that. 

A lot of the room cleared out after the Greg Mendez set and didn't return for the Wild Pink set. I felt bad for them and tried to stand up front to deter the horseshoe. In hindsight, I think I was expecting the band to really blow me away, but that feeling never fully arrived. They were solid and I enjoyed my night, but ultimately I think that the live experience lowered my estimation of Dulling the Horns. Wild Pink's vibe, fuzzy, groovy rock, is decidedly different from the morose acoustic songs of Greg Mendez and unfortunately the songs seem a lot dumber in comparison. An unfair comparison, since the two are going for different sounds and achieving them, but nonetheless made Wild Pink seem less serious. The riffs also hit different live and didn't seem as good. It could have been the result of me standing stage left in front of the bass and drums, but it felt like those two were actually what carried the band instead of the guitars that each song was built around. Rather than the riff changing in each song, as I said above, I noticed that the change was actually the bass and drums introducing a new rhythm under the riff to make it pop. That's still good playing, but I guess we're moving the credit around in the band.

The actual reason I was so judgmental seeing them? The singer was wearing a Mets hat with an Orioles shirt, and, to me, wearing gear from two different teams in the same league is an insane faux pas. Which team are you a fan of? The band is from New York, so I assume the Mets, but then why rock an Orioles shirt with the hat? Are you trying to signal that you are a ball-knower by wearing vintage sports gear and a Mets hat when OMG! fever was still smouldering? The lyrics of the second song on Dulling the Horns, "Swallowing the Egg Whole" point to this, as after discussing the rebranding and relocation of the Washington Bullets and Expos, he says:

Don’t know how many switches I flipped

Flip a switch and then the thing just don’t exist

But my stupid ass is always searching

Hoping for a pearl when I open up my fist

He also wears a Portland Seadogs hat in a bunch of press photos, which takes my mind here:

Just can't get over the idea of a true ball-knower power clashing team branding like that.

I've had Still Coming Down and then Dulling the Horns on while writing this and after all these thoughts my verdict is that the former is listenable and the latter is still good and better than I remember after the show. Biting critique from Timbo there. More biting? Becks' absolutely feral take on the band:

They sound like a band from Kingston, Ontario.

Rest in peace to Rebecca's aunt Debbie, who was always kind to me. Felt powerful to hear teachers get up and talk about working with her on union business at their school. Ties like that still matter after death and it impacting you when you didn't know while they were alive is a way to keep them here.

So Can We Leave Today and Start the Next Mistake, or Are We Fucked This Time?

A quick summary of last night:

Jays surprised us all and won 10-5 at the Trop. Great game all around (Kaz home run and three really nice plays in the field by José Soriano), but I'll remember it for this three-AB run by Alejandro Kirk, which continued his hot streak that has lead the Jays back into playoff contention:

1. Double into the corner in which he barely legged out the throw. Then turned on the wheels to score on a single.
2. Home run on a pitch above the strikezone to deep left-centre.
3. RBI infield single.

Then watched Gregg Araki's 1999 movie Splendor with Becks. Already said it in my Letterboxd review, but I've been trying to get into Araki's movies and it just hasn't clicked yet. This was fun though, and I really enjoyed it.

Didn't want to watch any more TV, so I read some blogs on my laptop after, including this post from Former Clarity. In reading the part about Jeff Rosenstock's residency at the Metro, I was struck by the fact that the author mentioned Jeff playing the Bomb the Music Industry! song "The First Time I Met Sanawon," which felt... wrong to me?

I asked myself why I cared so much. The first response: BtMI! (always the abbreviation over "Bomb") was, ostensibly, a Jeff Rosenstock solo project in the beginning, even if it was always a collective, so maybe the division between Bomb the Music Industry! and Jeff Rosenstock is mostly semantics. I mean, some of the songs on I Look Like Shit were first released as BtMI! demos, right? But then why stop the band and stop playing the songs? I'm sure members of BtMI! beyond John play with Jeff live often, but is it a disrespect to play songs from the band with different people. Again, certainly no, but I guess I thought about it.

It might also be that I feel slighted because I went to the final Bomb the Music Industry Shows in Brooklyn in January 2014, documented in this, uh, documentary Never Get Tired, which always makes me cry and feel inspired. Maybe I feel slighted because I made such an effort to drive fourteen hours to the shows from a different country, and now the songs are being played live sometimes?

Jesus, there is a lot of self-righteousness coming out here.

I think it's more than I felt a certain amount of peace and finality in saying goodbye to Bomb the Music Industry! I had such an intense relationship to the band's music, where I identified with it so strongly at such an impressionable age and, to be honest, had a parasocial relationship with Jeff. I was young and very confused about who I was and how to navigate the world and Bomb the Music Industry! discography was something that made a lot of sense. In January 2014, I was starting the second semester of my master's, Beat Noir had just put out Ecotone, and I was on my first trip with Becks, three months into our relationship. More than saying goodbye to the band, I think I was also eager to say goodbye to the younger version of myself.

From a contemporary standpoint, I think that I'm still happy to leave the Timmy of his early 20s in the past. As a yute, I valorized the idea of never losing your youth and now, as an adult, when I see punk guys in their 30s that cling to records about getting broken up with and dressing the same as they did fifteen years ago, that idea doesn't hit the same. I think there's still a golden nugget of truth in the idea that you shouldn't grow up and lose the outlook and morals that defined you as a person when you defined yourself, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't evolve as a person.

Go to admit though, I put on some Bomb the Music Industry! while I wrote this and man, does it ever hit when you need it to.

Recently discovered this band Class Ring from Chicago through Axe to Grind's weekly radio show Friday Night's Alright. Really great lo-fi power-pop, college rock. Love the emo-y guitar lead on "No Faith."

Losing Grip of What I Used to Hold

For a reason unknown to me, I was compelled to listen to "Zip-Lock" by Lit this morning when I left to get groceries at the market. It's a nice and sunny day today and it felt good to listen to poppy bro-rock from the late 90s while I walked through the neighbourhood. It reminded me of my last summer at Ontario Place, when it was often sunny, and when I was trying to give Lit's A Place in the Sun an honest go to see if I was into it.

From 2010-2011, Brian and I's musical taste was dominated by the Wonder Years' The Upsides. We got so excited during the press rollout for the album and then fell head over heels in love with the record when it came out.* During the height of our Wonder Years obsession, the band put out a cover of "Zip-Lock" that we, naturally, checked out because we were inhaling everything the band did. I had no idea who Lit was, since I was just young enough for the one-hit wonder craze of "My Own Worst Enemy" to miss me when it came out. I excitedly wondered if Lit was a long-lost pop-punk gem from the 90s that I had missed out on, since that was the precious thing I could imagine at the time. Kind of unfortunate in hindsight.

*Can't say that any of their music does anything for me anymore and I haven't even gotten nostalgic enjoyment out of the music in the times I've tried to revisit it in the last ten years. Was a nice thing to bond over with my friends at the time though.

I will admit that "Zip-Lock" is a huge tune. I think the main riff is a solid melodic hook, even if the pinch harmonic does really stick out like a sore thumb. I love the stupid snare drum fill before the solo. I think the lyrics are bad in "sensitive bro who wants to express himself and accidentally spits" way that makes them okay.

Brian and I used to leave each other messages on Facebook Messenger* while we worked our summer jobs in our respective hometowns, mostly talking about music and our friends. Brian told me that he had been listening to Lit a bunch since the end of the school year and that he thought it hit a Third Eye Blind sort of spot in terms of it being something that we sort of remember from the late-90s, but was actually a lot better than it seemed. I downloaded the record and planned to listen to it on the train ride to work the next morning

*Really it was MSN Messenger, but by this point that was obsolete.

Those train rides were huge in my consumption of music back then, even if in hindsight it was just times that I listened to different types of pop-punk. House Boat and the Swellers seemed worlds apart back then in a way that doesn't really translate to me now. Still, the time that I spent listening to albums on my commutes to and from the water park was when significant parts of my taste concretized. I was alone and had nothing else to do, which meant that I focused on the minutiae of the music and committed drum fills and guitar licks to memory.

This all to say that I was ready to love the Lit record and was dismayed when I found it to be mostly bad. When you're intrigued by one song, like I was with "Zip-Lock," you hope that there will be deep cuts that are as good as the one you know, but that didn't happen here, aside from learning that "My Own Worst Enemy" was the actual hit. Instead, outside of two good pop-rock songs, there was so much weird shit. Even as a guy who admittedly adores octave chords, why was every guitar lead just moving octave chords? How in the world did "You make me cum, you make me complete, you make me completely miserable" make it through the process of writing, pre-production, recording, post-production and release?

I think part of it was seeing the music videos and wondering how these very douchey-looking guys with rattail beards in flowy bright suits could have ever been popular. Sometimes the context helps to sand off the edges of something that seems retro in a bad way, but here it just amplified the hokey parts of the band. In hindsight, are they the most late-90s band that exists? I feel like when all the videos from Woodstock '99 went onto Youtube in the late-10s, Lit's set was by far the funniest. Just a band that was out of time as soon as their set ended. Everyone has spiked hair, bowler shirt on the bassist, guitar player as a steel plate pickguard, and then the singer takes off his wifebeater to reveal a pierced nipple and a pelvis tattoo that I'm 80% sure says "STOKED." Corny as that all may seem now, it's all quite earnest, as are the lyrics of "Zip-Lock."

No. Immediate Disqualification Because of Its Involvement with The Big Chill. Oh God. You're Right!

 Had a bit of a strange day yesterday, where I was going through it mentally, but also spent the whole day socializing with people I love. My social battery was blinking red by the time I got home, so I figured that I would put on something that was fun and nostalgic and when I got to High Fidelity in my Raspberry Pi library, it felt like the only choice. Becks didn't really pay attention and I loved reading through the Letterboxd reviews of people who hate the movie. It had been about five years since I'd last seen it and it still felt like a cold glass of water on a hot day. There's like five lines in every scene that make me laugh and watching it is sort of a way for to exorcise the worst parts of my personality from fifteen years ago. One of my all-time faces and, in hindsight, probably the perfect thing to watch when I am sulking in depression even as I'm surrounded by people who are happy to see me.

Figured that I would come back with and an IMU classic and throw some Top 5s at you in honour of the rewatch.

Top 5 Songs of the Summer

5. Three 6 Mafia feat. UGK - "Sippin' on Some Syrup"
4. Power Trip - "Soul Sacrifice"
3. Greg Mendez - "Sunsick"
2. Blue Smiley - "bird"
1. The Tubs - "Round the Bend"

Top 5 Moments of Ballon Velours Football

5. Tipping a corner that would have been headed in
4. The first time Val and I hit the freeze
3. Marcus puffing his cheeks and running a ball out of bounds
2. Felix saying he should slam a beer at halftime after he scored
1. Our lone win that I played in

Top 5 Action Films Seen at the Cinématheque as Part of Action!

5. Lethal Weapon (forthcoming)
4. The Crow
3. Hard Boiled
2. Assault on Precinct 13
1. Mars Express

Top 5 Post-Trade Deadline Blue Jays Moments

5. Nathan Lukes extra inning flyou/OF assist to preserve the lead
4. Vladdy first-inning home run
3. Ernie Clement jumping catch in shallow centre
2. Brendon Little striking out Yordan Alvarez
1. Nathan Lukes extra-inning home run

Top 5 Pods I Look Forward to Listening to While I Make Breakfast

5. Blank Check
4. The Bunt
3. The Wrestler Review
2. Hello and Welcome
1. Gate 14

Top 5 Records for When It's Sunny and I'm Walking on Ontario

5. Terry Reid - S/T
4. Third Eye Blind - S/T
3. Blood Orange - Cupid Deluxe
2. The Tubs - Dead Meat
1. Home Front - Watch It Die

Top 5 Records for When It's Rainy and the Back Door is Open

5. Larry June - Who Coppin
4. Ratboys - Singin' to an Empty Chair
3. The Replacements - Let It Be
2. Feels Like Heaven - Within Dreams
1. Greg Mendez - Beauty Land

The World Had Its Evil Way

 At some point in your adulthood, you realize that leaving certain parts of your youth behind is not only good for you, but necessary. Even better is leaving them behind without making a whole big fuckin' thing about it. Break up your band and don't play a last show. It adds to the mystique. Any attention for a transition is self-interest, right? Do we need to be that self-interested? My inner punk says no.

It is in that vein, that I was happy to abandon IMU. I think the only thing cornier than maintaining a blogspot into middle age would be making a farewell post about it. I would occasionally look at the last post I made and wonder why the hell I was writing and posting that. It feels crazy that the last post is only four years ago, because it feels like it was at least twice that.

Was a return to IMU inevitable? Jawbreaker, the Misfits, and Carry On say yes.* Though I guess what makes my case different is that rather than my absence building an appetite for what it could be life and creating discourse around the event, it just cleared out anyone who ever would have read this blog in the first place. I swear there is no hint of sarcasm when I say "God, that is so comforting."

*Operation Ivy stays undefeated.

I've been in a deep rut writing this summer and at a certain point releasing the "Return to IMU" switch felt like best way to combat that. The only way to actually improve your ability to write is to do it constantly, so rather than bang my head against the same Word doc for the 500th day in a row, I figured that typing bullshit, not worrying if it sounds smart or right, and nobody reading that would make the most sense after all.

A speed run for Timmy lore* since 2022: Pierre died. Jays lost the World Series in extra innings of Game 7 at home. CREW won the raid. Testified in labour court. Changed supervisors. Accomplished some school shit. Hardcore boom is over and sucks now. New Tone sucks now too.

*I genuinely hate the term "lore" and the way everyone uses it. Hate the obsession on lore as the load-bearing beam of all enjoyment of media. And yet, I use it here. Do you see how I debase myself for this blog?

I'll finish by saying that Public Opinion put out a new record today, The Curse of Public Opinion. I really liked their last record, Painted On Smile, but something feels off about the new one. Vocals feel a little to clean and auto-tuned? Maybe that will change with repeated listens. I used to think they sounded of a piece with Drug Church and Militarie Gun, but that doesn't feel as apt with this record. 

After finishing D.H. Lawrence's Sons and Lovers (generally good, sometimes felt long, often felt transcendent), I started Kevin Barry's Night Boat to Tangier. Slight Elmore Leonard vibes in the characters, so I'm cautiously optimistic. Maybe I'm just giving it grace because I'm trying to cosplay as Irish through my fiction habits lately.

Was planning to see To Live and Die in LA last night after seeing some friends but ended up just staying with them and having a wonderful night of chopping it up on Aziz's patio while fireworks exploded in the distance. Some would say that friendship is sacred. I would rephrase that as "Man was put on this earth to chill."