2017, what a time to be alive! It’s kind of a little bit like that feeling you get when you’re in a creepy, isolated house with lots of glass windows at nighttime // you don’t want to look outside because it’s terrifying, but also, you should probably do it anyway just in case there is a psychopathic murderer standing in the woods. A REAL SOPHIE’S CHOICE, Y’KNOW?! It’s enough to drive any decent human being mad, so we’ve decided to ask friends and other cool people to give their two cents on how to remedy the insanity with self-care, whether it’s through YouTube videos, pictures of puppies, pizza…WHATEVER!
Today’s sanity advice comes from Matt Byrne of BYT Chicago acclaim!
I have been compulsively relistening to old episodes of Hollywood Handbook, a comedy podcast that does funny dumb better than anybody. They’ve released over 150 episodes since 2013 and there’s not a bad one in the bunch (even guest segments with painfully bad fits like Pauly Shore and Mike Lawrence are ridiculous in their own special, cringe-y ways). When the unending onslaught of bad news delivered via social media and every other pocket of the internet gets to be too much on my stupid brain, HH is a great source of pure comedy.
I’m halfway through Paul Beatty’s The Sellout and it’s easily one of the best books I’ve read in the last few years. It’s an incredibly compelling read and the rare piece of satire that is as ruthlessly funny as it is topical.
The music of The Weather Station, the moniker of Toronto-based folk singer Tamara Lindeman, is fairly straightforward singer-songwriter fare, at least superficially. I’ve had her albums Loyalty, What Am I Going to Do with Everything I Know, and All of It Was Mine on repeat for the last six months but I still can’t put into words what makes her work so special. It’s just very, very good and soothes my nerves in a way that previously only Grouper could.