Wednesday, December 30, 2015

The Best Most Listened-To Albums of 2015

Like an emotionless robot, I am driven by data. Music is served to me via algorithms that analyze my past habits, causing further evolution of said habits, which are tracked by various entities that compete to turn information into profit. Unlike most robots (so far), I can access my habits, reflect on them, and try to squeeze some semblance of meaning out of them.

Welcome to the annual compilation of my most listened-to albums of the year, as tracked by The italicized ones are the albums I would choose as my favourite, if 2015 allowed me to be capable of conscious thought.

Runners Up:

Madonna - Rebel Heart - I gave this one a few chances, because it's Madonna. But: no. I get that it's a self-aware album, acknowledging how hard it is to be a pop star for so damn long. I just wish it explored that potentially-interesting territory with better music.

Gin Wigmore - Blood to Bone - She's never really hit the mainstream in America, and parts of this album sound like a calculated attempt to do so, but it's still fantastic.

MS MR - How Does It Feel

Foals - What Went Down - I listened to Apple Music's radio station, Beats One, for a brief period. It suffered from the same problems as regular radio, such as annoying DJs and playing the same songs over and over. That worked in Foals' favour, though, as I'd never heard them before, and when Beats played What Went Down (the title track from this album) repeatedly, I grew to love it.

Until the Ribbon Breaks - A Lesson Unlearnt - Is "unlearnt" really a word? Hmm, no red line under it. Guess it is.

Ellie Goulding - Delirium - I loved the lead single, On My Mind. The rest of the album doesn't live up to it, but is still worth a listen or two.


Wolf Alice - My Love Is Cool

Sleater-Kinney - No Cities to Love - I admit, I'd never heard of them before, and only paid attention to this album because Carrie Brownstein from Portlandia is in the band. Whatever. I still enjoyed it.

Sleater-Kinney I think?
Ruelle - Up In Flames - Likely to be in movie trailers for years to come.

Blur - The Magic Whip - Honestly, I like them as people, but I didn't like this album much. Surprised it made the list.

Mark Ronson - Uptown Special - At first I thought it was saying "don't believe me just once" and I was like ... how do you believe someone more than once? What does that even mean?

CHVRCHES - Every Open Eye - I can't get enough of Chuhverches. They sound fresh, but also tug at me with nostalgia and a rare sincerity.

Joel Placket - The Park Avenue Sobriety Test

Brandon Flowers - The Desired Effect - I haven't been a fan of the last few Killers albums, but Flowers' solo effort was an improvement.

The Darkness - Last of Our Kind - One of my favourite bands in the "are they doing this over-the-top cheese ironically or not?" genre.

Big Data - 2.0 - It's hard to love a band whose name is techno-business-jargon that I have to be exposed to every day at work. But I did anyway.

Demi Lovato - Confident - I never paid much attention to her before, but Cool For the Summer is a great pop song that manages to be sexy even with the lyric "kiss one another," which sounds like a command from a robot scientist trying to understand human mating.

The whole "Poot" thing was also pretty funny / terrible.

The Weeknd - Beauty Behind the Madness - This is such a relief after the mess that was Kiss Land. I always said that he would be the next big thing, but then he crashed and burned, putting my entire career as a once-a-year music critic at risk. Luckily, this comeback finally proved me right.

X Ambassadors - VHS - And I said hey, hey hey hey, hey hey hey hey hey hey hey.

Grimes - Art Angels - It's heartening to see an actual artist gradually gaining fans by doing her own unique thing. These songs are catchy not because they sound like other catchy songs, but because they're something different, and novelty sticks in one's head much better than sameness. I love this album more every time I listen to it, and it would probably be higher on this list if it had come out earlier in the year.

Giorgio Moroder - Deja Vu - Like most other casual music fans, I only heard about Moroder through Daft Punk's weird spoken-word track on Random Access Memories. This album is an obvious cash-in on that new wave of recognition. It is objectively terrible, yet the sound of an old man (he's 74) calculatedly collecting guest singers to sprinkle on top of generic EDM somehow worked for me. I even dug the disaster of Britney Spears covering Tom's Diner, with confused old-man Moroder wandering in for an incoherent interlude ("Sit yourself down, The funnies never end, Love is the drug, That makes you want to drink, Till the morning after" ... what?).

The Decemberists - What a Terrible World, What a Beautiful World - Kinda like a more literary version of American Beauty / American Psycho (see below), I guess.

Miami Horror - All Possible Futures

Metric - Pagans in Vegas - One of those rare bands where each song gets better with every listen, and each album is better than the one before.

Madeon - Adventure

Elle King - Love Stuff - Holy shit, she's Rob Schneider's daughter? Fuck Rob Schneider; not for his shitty, occasionally-racist but occasionally-funny movies, but for being part of the Hollywood anti-vaccination club that is literally killing children. At least one of his own children managed to live, though, and now makes solid music.

Charlie Winston - Curio City - This is the yearly "I must have been drunk when I listened to it because I couldn't even name a single song from it even though it almost made the top 10" entry.

The Top Ten

10. Marilyn Manson - The Pale Emperor - Still my go-to answer when you ask me who my favourite band is. The Pale Emperor sees a more mature sound, though still relies on the "think of a funny twist on words then say it over and over" school of songwriting ("Cupid carries a gun?" Oh my, how edgy!). The band sounds better than ever, which sometimes makes me wish Manson (as in the singer) would just shut up and let the rest of the band have a turn. Grunting and growling through every minute of every song makes otherwise fantastic songs sound crowded. Still, great album.

9. Halsey - BADLANDS - Nice to have an all-new pop artist on here. New Americana is an instant  ephemeral classic, capturing the zeitgeist of young people today without being whiny.

8. Two Steps From Hell - Battlecry - These guys mostly do movie trailer music, but this album of epic new music is perfect for listening in the background at work or at a Dungeons and Dragons session.

7. Grace Potter - Midnight - This is a candidate for my favourite (vs. most listened-to) album of the year. I mildly enjoyed Grace Potter and the Nocturnals, but this diverse rock/pop/funk solo outing really hit me. The songs are musically rich, and Potter's voice is emotionally convincing even when the lyrics aren't. I haven't heard much of her on the radio, but I'm fine with having this as my personal little album of the year.

6. The Prodigy - The Day is My Enemy - Not much to say here; more of the same from the guys who have been doing the same very well since the 90s.

5. Modest Mouse - Strangers to Ourselves - It's hard to be bored by a Modest Mouse album. Even though it's been 8 years since the last album, this continues the weirdness that I've always enjoyed from them.

4. Fall Out Boy - American Beauty / American Psycho - What's with sticking "American" in front of everything? American Horror Story, American Dad, American Apparel, American Pie, etc., and this. Do any other countries do this? All I can think of for Canada is Canadian bacon, and if you're going to go all nationalist, it might as well be for bacon. Anyway, Fallout Boy still exists.

3. Everything Everything - Get to Heaven - This is one of those albums I randomly listened to on Rdio (RIP) because the cover looked weird (see below). The album itself is equally odd. It's political and full of messages, but that can be forgiven due to the wildly original music. It's hard to describe, so just listen to it.

2. Years and Years - Communion - I love this dude's voice. This dancy love song cheese is made remarkable primarily by how he sings it.

1. Carly Rae Jepsen - E*MO*TION - Apparently this, the best pop album of 2015, didn't sell many copies, proving that musical taste is dead. Carly Rae Jepsen performs the impossible task of taking novelty songs like I Really Like You, and weaving an entire album of equally catchy songs around them. In a way, she is the perfect evolution of pop, deserving of the crown that Madonna is fumbling, if only the public would acknowledge her genius.

See also: The Best Most Listen-To Albums of 2015

Sunday, December 27, 2015

Book Review: City of Stairs, by Robert Jackson Bennett

Dammit, Robert Jackson Bennett. I was about ready to give up on fantasy, as a genre, after the last few highly-regarded novels put me to sleep. Given the length of the average fantasy book, that would save me, like, five days a year. I could have had five more days of life every year by ditching fantasy.

Then Robert Jackson Bennett comes along, demonstrating that fantasy doesn't have to be boring-ass generic sword-and-sorcery Tolkien V. 99.0 bullshit. It can take place in a semi-modern world inspired by our own, but unique enough that even long passages of pure world-building are fascinating. It can have complex stories drawing from noir and spy thrillers but retaining the broad scale that often defines fantasy, then somehow pack in twist after twist without resorting to gimmicks. The story can be driven by characters that defy archetypes, each with flaws, complex personalities, and moments of badassery. And it can all be tied up in writing that is beautiful without being flowery, and is funny without dulling the story's dark edges.

I could say more, but the main point is that this is a very good book, so I can't give up on fantasy yet. Robert Jackson Bennett is solely responsible for taking up five days of my life every year, for the rest of my life. On my death bed, my family will ask: "why didn't you spend more time with us?" And I will reply: "City of Stairs, man. City of Stairs."

Monday, December 21, 2015

The Best Movies of 2015

Here are the best movies I saw this year, with reviews of each:

It Follows: great horror movie!

Star Wars Seven: excellent space fantasy movie!

Mad Max: Fury Road: so good feminist post-apocalypse anger movie!

Ex Machina: oh no, science fiction movie!

Master of None: oops, actually a TV show.

Narcos, Daredevil, Sense8, Jessica Jones: Hey now that is several TV shows, not a movie. This list is bad. End this list.

Sunday, November 08, 2015

The Ephemeral Cloud

I've been a proponent of trusting the cloud for a long time, but I'm starting to rethink that trust.

"The cloud" is a murky term, but what I mean by it here is: leaving your shit with someone else. Your files, your music, your movies, your everything...if it's not physically stored somewhere in your home, it's probably in the cloud. Most of my stuff is in the cloud. I've trusted it to remain there until I need it, but lately, that trust has been broken. The cloud has screwed me over three times in the past week:

First: for some reason, a file that was emailed to me via Google Drive is no longer accessible. One cloud service (Gmail) lost its link to another cloud service (Google Drive), and now I have no way of getting to my very important file.

Second: a simple web page, which I had saved the link to, blinked out of existence. It was a news story with an interview I'd done by phone, so there is no other record of it anywhere (other than the Wayback Machine, luckily).

Third: OneDrive announced that it was nerfing its storage limit. Since Microsoft got its head out of its ass and started doing useful things, all linked to OneDrive, I've been using their services a lot. For example, all my photos are backed up to OneDrive, which was convenient when it had unlimited storage. But now OneDrive's storage is capped, and if I had over 1TB stored there (luckily I don't), I'd risk losing everything I'd trusted with the service. More importantly, I can't really trust anything with Microsoft again, because at their whim, it could be intentionally wiped out. Even more more importantly, the same thing applies to anything else in the cloud too.

I guess the lesson is that all things are fleeting. All the stuff above could just as easily have been wiped from a hard drive, or a backup hard drive, or a cloud backup of a backup. The only way to ensure anything stays in my control is to have three or four different ways of storing it and hope they don't all crap out at once (I'm looking at you, EMPs). I've fallen into the trap of thinking of the cloud as a magic data centre in the sky that will safely keep my digital life safe forever. I was dumb.

Just think of how this will play out when we're uploading human consciousness to the cloud.

Sunday, September 20, 2015

Ghosts, Everywhere

One thing I love about big cities is the history.

This is the view from my hotel room in San Francisco.

It's not much to look at, so I was disappointed for a moment. Then I looked closer at everything that is there, outside my window, and indeed everywhere in San Francisco: layers of history, starting at the street and stacking up to each level of the looming buildings.

One thing caught my attention: "Hotel Paisley," in faded letters at the top of the building I'm facing, partially covered over by history. The windows below look like they'd crumble if anyone stared too hard through them. The hotel's sorry state hints that it's been there for a long time, and probably has stories to tell. Luckily, those stories are Googlable.

What I found didn't disappoint. According to this article, the place is layered with entities that haunt it, from the woman who's lived there for twenty years, to the man who sees skeletons over his bed and swears the hotel is full of spirits, to Florence Cushing.

In 1911, Florence flung herself from one of those old windows across from me and splattered on the barren concrete below—the view I'd considered so uninteresting a few minutes before.

I'm sure similar stories are all around me. It's almost overwhelming. But I think it's best to wait until after I leave to Google my own hotel's name + "haunted."

Monday, August 03, 2015

Laziness Drives Progress

Via Rinspeed
I think about autonomous cars a lot.

That's partly because I don't enjoy driving. However, a lot of people do. Many of those people promise that they will never buy a self-driving vehicle. I propose that laziness will drive that promise right out of them.

Today, even people who own cars will occasionally take a taxi. To the airport, or out drinking, or when traveling. As taxis become autonomous, they will be even more convenient. Imagine tapping your smartphone, then 30 seconds later a car arrives for you, and you can step inside and keep dicking around on your phone, or have a meal, or get work done, until it drops you off right at your destination. And it only costs a few dollars.

Even people who love driving will take advantage of that once in a while. At first maybe it'll only be to get to the airport. But then it'll be when they have a deadline coming up, or are really hung over, or are just feeling lazy.

As those situations become more common, and driving your own car becomes less common, the per-trip cost of owning a car becomes prohibitive. Is it worth tens of thousands of dollars in purchase price, fuel, maintenance, and insurance just to drive a car once a day? Once a week? What about once a month?

"I'm too lazy to drive, just this once" can quickly become "I haven't driven in a month and I might as well sell my car." As more and more people succumb to laziness and rely on a cloud of autonomous vehicles, houses will gradually lose their driveways and garages, and the thrill of driving will be confined to go-kart tracks.

In short, human laziness will lead to a more efficient, car-ownership-free world.

I think it'll be a good change. The people who disagree will be too lazy to resist it.

Wednesday, July 29, 2015

Creativity is Something Other People Do

There's a tendency to think of art as something others do. Art is mysterious; it comes from a magical place. It's not like going to a day job and pumping out widgets or code or happy customers—all the things you and your ordinary friends produce.

Maybe that's why it's always slightly uncomfortable when good friends create good things. When watching a friend's band, or play, or art show, it may be objectively fantastic, but that's weird, because fantastic acts of creation shouldn't come from the real person you've known for years. They should come from an other.

We've even invented the concept of a muse: an other—real or imaginary—who provides the source of artistic inspiration. No way, it couldn't be a regular person's brain coming up with this stuff. It must originate somewhere else.

It's all bullshit, of course. Art is a result of regular brains and regular hands put to hard work. But the belief persists, for some reason.

I try to be aware of this. As a writer, and a writer of horror, the creepiest art of all, I am conscious of how strange it can be for people around me. Self promotion is uncomfortable, partially for that reason. I'd almost prefer to stand up on a stage and talk about my book to a crowd of strangers—to whom I am an other—than post about it on Facebook.

P.S. Buy my book.

Sunday, July 19, 2015


The problem is, when I have a short thought, I post it on Twitter. When I have a longer thought, I write a book about it. That leaves little room for blogging.

Maybe this should be the place for medium thoughts. Yes, there is Medium for that, but having my own place on the web, which looks crappy but unique, and can't be destroyed if some corporation decides to "pivot," still has value to me.

So, medium thoughts. Snack-sized brain nuggets. The Goldilocks of cognitive output. That's this blog's new purpose. If anyone is still out there, I hope you'll join me for a few minutes at a time.