2024 is coming up and a lot of great bands are heading on the road … but Lindsay and Adam just broke up and Lindsay does NOT want to bump into him at shows. So let’s go over the 15 bands you should not even consider trying to see live next year because your favorite show companion is making your life tougher than it needs to be.
Death Cab For Cutie
If you didn’t catch Death Cab on their anniversary tour of “Transatlanticism” – they’ll be back on the road in 2024! Too bad Adam will be there. Remember he worked at some label for a while and now he just gets tickets to stuff? Anyway you know that if you guys saw him there it would really just ruin the whole vibe and Lindsay would lock herself in a bathroom stall for most of the show.
Vampire Weekend
NYC darlings Vampire Weekend are touring in 2024 and you were one click away from buying you and Lindsay tickets, but then Adam posted on his story that he and all his Columbia friends bought on the presale. Lindsay reminded you in graphic detail the things she and Adam used to do listening to Vampire Weekend when they would both call into work sick, and now you feel a little queasy.
Modest Mouse
The Pacific Northwest indie rockers are on tour again, which is good news…. for people who love bad news – Lindsay gave Adam this show in the break up to try and look mature after she broke his lamp.
Warpaint
Art Rock quartet Warpaint is actually only playing an upstate show this tour and Adam’s roommate Jerry has a car, so he wins this one.
Violent Femmes
Yes, Adam is going to be at this show too, he’s very connected and has a lot of free weekends. And I know that you’re thinking – you can catch Indie Rock icons Violent Femmes on the New York stop of their tour without Lindsay. But honestly she’s not been in an emotionally great place since the break-up and if you went without her things could get…messy.
Titus Andronicus
It’s a house show. It’s Adam’s house. They would need the SWAT team on standby.
Joyce Manor
Emo/punk legends Joyce Manor are in town and Adam actually hates Joyce Manor, so you and Lindsay are in the clear right? Wrong. This new girl Adam’s seeing likes Joyce Manor, what if she’s there? What if he’s with her???
Bright Eyes
Trailblazers of the Omaha scene Bright Eyes are touring and if you can believe it, Adam actually ran a Bright Eyes fan forum back in the 2000s, so he’s like a freakin’ Bright Eyes celebrity. Now you and Lindsay can’t even really see ANY Conor Oberst projects which is so FUCKED.
Tigers Jaw
Tigers Jaw seems to be touring constantly. Remember the three of you saw them together the last time they toured? Adam bright his buddy Rick and you two made out a bit then Rick said he was married and started crying. So that’s a whole emotional minefield now.
Slaughter, Beach Dog
Also touring is Slaughter, Beach Dog the band fronted by Jake Ewald formerly of Modern Baseball …and also formerly a classmate of Adam’s in middle school? This guy ALWAYS has an angle.
The New Pornographers
Vancouver indie outfit fronted by Neko Case is on the road in 2024. Also Neko Case was Adam’’s hall pass when he and Lindsay were together, so that’s very triggering for her now.
Cloud Nothings
So this one was a whole fight. You told Lindsay you love Cloud Nothings and you’re going to see them regardless of Adam. She said that you were a bad friend AND that their last album wasn’t good. While you were fighting the show sold out.
The Walkmen
2000s indie band The Walkmen are touring and Adam won’t be there! But your ex Danny will. Also so will Lindsay. No fucking loyalty.
Yo La Tengo
Last weekend Adam and Lindsay ran into each other at a bar on the Lower East Side. They started chatting and it was like no time had passed, they couldn’t even remember why they broke up. They talked until last call, then he walked her home. They saw the sun rise. There was something still there, between them. On a whim they bought Yo La Tengo tickets together. But in the morning, things looked different. Nothing had really changed, their problems were still their problems. They decided no one should go to the show. They both sold their tickets.
LCD Soundsystem
Adam’s an American Express card holder.

Coming in last is this latter-day R.L. Stine entry. A snowman in Pasadena? I don’t need to read to know that makes absolutely no sense.
This one actually got me closer than any book on the list to wishing I could read, but once a friend told me the book didn’t actually teach you how to fly I couldn’t possibly care less. The picture on the cover isn’t even cool, what’s the point?
I don’t need to know how to read to know that something called “Ghost Camp” is a lazy, derivative rehash of well-worn horror tropes not worth going through all the trouble of learning the difference between consonants and vowels.
Pretty cool cover art, but when you think about it, the skin is like the least scary part of the werewolf. It’s the fur, fangs, and claws that do all the heavy lifting fear-wise. Pretty astute breakdown from an illiterate huh? Alexa, add thinky face emoji.
Hmm, maybe because they sting? Wow, look at that, I solved the case! And all without reading a single word ever in my life. It’s almost like Mrs. Hoopler was wrong and wasted her time trying to “get through” to me.
It’s got a bunch of rad dinosaurs on the cover, which was pretty cool in the zeitgeist at the time, but thankfully Jim Henson came out with a little TV show called “Dinosaurs” so kids like me didn’t need to read to enjoy them. That man did so much for children!
Honestly, there are way cooler-looking mummies on other Goosebumps books. Swing and a miss as usual Scholastic.
As a boy my father would sometimes bring me to job sites and help take down fencing, to build character. He assured me that this was just for appearances because poors liked that kind of thing, and I didn’t really need to do anything. Still, I hated it, because sometimes we would be working at people’s homes, and there would be lawn gnomes. Who were they? Why did they look so smug, what did they want?! I thought if I knew how to read this book could give me some insight, but then Dad got me a new BMX and I forgot all about it.
I do love werewolves, but you know how it is. You sit down to learn to read and it’s all “conjugate this” and “pluralize that” and aaaah, it’s just a mess. Thank god for generational wealth.
From what I gleaned during lunchroom chatter, this one’s about two boys who visit the Tower of Terror. As a lifelong Disney season pass holder I firmly say “Big deal.”
Put it back on the shelf as soon as my friend Tommy read the title for me. If the book was boasting that it COULD scare me, that would be something, but this? Man, why does anyone learn to read?
The giant ant on the cover is badass, but I know a dumb title when I hear it. “Shock Street?” Really R.L. Stine? I don’t want to tell you how to do your job, because you are an author and I am a well-to-do functioning illiterate, but you can do better.
This one had me intrigued. My mother insisted that I take piano lessons and I hated them. I thought that maybe armed with the knowledge in this book’s pages I could make the case that piano lessons were dangerous, and she would stop making me go. Luckily, she became clinically depressed before any of that happened, and stopped taking me.
Double threat! Ghosts are scary, headless dudes are scary, a headless ghost?! Super scary. At least that was my initial thought. Then, as I approached the Scholastic checkout, I couldn’t help but think “Is this overkill?” A headless ghost is sort of a hat on a hat. Or, rather, a lack of hat on a lack of head? I don’t know, either way, nothing worth learning an entire written language for.
It’s like how Mrs. Hoopler wished I would start learning to read, and I never did. See? You don’t need to be literate to understand metaphors.
There was clearly a longing for another Soundgarden LP after their fifth/underrated LP “Down on the Upside,” and “King Animal,” the band’s first album in SIXTEEN years, wasn’t exactly sweet like that godawful MTV show featuring miscreant teenagers and even worse parents, but it’s always saccharine to hear Soundgarden. Also, another note worth mentioning is that this record debuted at number five on the Billboard 200, proving our hypothesis that we tested in a lab with our own blood all over the Canoga Park lab’s hamster feces-stained floor.
Whether you know it or not, Soundgarden are punk as fook, and their debut LP “Ultramega OK” came out on the rockin’ Easter of 1998 via Milo Aukerman of Bad Brains’ SST Records. Also, the band has mad Seattle cred because their prior EPs “Screaming Life” and “Fopp” were released via the legendary Sub Pop Records, former home to Foo Fighters, No Use For A Name, and Lady Gaga. Admittedly, the band wasn’t happy with how this record sounded production-wise, and publicly disavowed and disparaged the studio album on multiple occasions. Still, it’s not THAT bad, friends, but it obviously would’ve been ranked higher here if another producer sat behind the boards! In a clever way to showcase that the band was, uh, clever, track three is called “665,” and track five is called “667,” showcasing an obvious Satanic gap in the “Beyond the Wheel” position.
What’s weird about this incredible album is that it both deserves to be ranked higher AND lower at the same damn time; woah, Nelly! That is the beautifully clean, and not epically dusty paradox about Soundgarden, and their last ‘90s record “Down on the Upside” is pretty much all killer no filler front to back, up and down, side and on, and most importantly, tighter, tighter, pretty, and a rhinoceros that is a pacifist and doesn’t kill anyone in its way. Also, three of this album’s four singles are pretty unparalleled 20th-century rock songs in “Pretty Noose,” “Burden in My Hand,” and the epic AF “Blow Up the Outside World,” which is a top five single for the band, and don’t @ us if you disagree… Actually, please do in the comments.
Soundgarden’s sophomore LP/debut major label release “Louder Than Love,” which was released via A&M Records, former home to Bryan Adams, Sheryl Crow, Extreme, and Masked Intruder, rocks so much quieter than hate, and is the last SG studio album listed here with a “skip it” track. The band certainly ended the ‘80s in style with this one, and foreshadowed a new wave of popular music in the ‘90s that quickly killed Winger and Stewart Stevenson dead. In addition, the album’s cover art helped form a simple aesthetic in the ‘90s that highlighted sincere and badass rock in the Pacific Northwest. It must also be said that Terry Date, who later epically produced classic albums from Mother Love Bone, Deftones, Handsome, and Ugly, absolutely (out)shines here.
1991 was one of the most reverential/historic years for rock music since 1969, as Nirvana released “Nevermind,” Pearl Jam came out with “Ten,” Red Hot Chili Peppers finally put California on the map with “Blood Sugar Sex Magik,” and Keith Sweat released the metal album that ended all metal albums known as “Keep It Comin’.” While Soundgarden’s third LP “Badmotorfinger” had far less of an influence on popular culture than the others we listed above, it was truly a grower, and not a shower, and gets a lot of attention in rooms more than a thousand years wide and on top ten lists in inferior publications to this day. That says a lot about the staying power of “Badmotorfinger” and the combination of three words into one, which happened again for the band in 1994… And now we’re almost through, which started out “super,” and eventually became “known”!
“Black Hole Sun” is one of the weirdest songs by far to infect MTV, radio, high school gymnasiums, and your ratty cousin in Idaho’s boombox with one working speaker in the best way. Like its predecessor in 1991, Soundgarden picked a hell of a year to release their most superior LP “Superunknown,” and a wave of rock peers in different worlds like Weezer, The Offspring, Green Day, and Boyz II Men all came out with the albums that they are most known for in 1994. “Superunknown” stormed the gates of BIllboard with a number one spot on their top 200, and no one really complained about that, and Michael Beinhorn certainly didn’t, but YOU will. To close this tragically, it is forever haunting that this album closed with a song called “Like Suicide.” Our thoughts are always with the Cornell family, but not with Andy Bernard. Let him drown.