Five Songs We’re Listening To This Week Instead of Sticking To Our Resolutions

New year, new you, right? Wrong. You’ve spent the past week essentially maintaining your increasingly sad status quo despite several drunken proclamations to do the opposite. We want to help you better yourself, and while many disagree, new music is one of the best ways to trick your brain into thinking you’re reinventing yourself. Here are five new songs hand-picked for you by the members of our staff that bothered to show up this week.

Saetia ‘Tendrils’

If you’ve walked near our office over the past couple of days, you’ve probably been concerned about all the muffled screams emanating from the windows. Normally, you’d be right to be alarmed. On this occasion, though, the blood-curdling sonic hellscape you heard was simply our staff’s joyous response to screamo legends Saetia releasing their first single in almost 30 decades.

Thursday ‘Taking Inventory Of A Frozen Lake’

It seems like it was just yesterday that most of us were sitting around wondering if Thursday would ever release new music again. Now, we can’t seem to take a breath without the beloved post-hardcore outfit hitting us with yet another epic masterpiece. ‘Taking Inventory Of A Frozen Lake’ finds the band sounding more urgent than ever, and comes with a suggestion that there is more to come.

Dick Valentine ‘Big Money Day’

If you found yourself at any number of early 2000s-themed dance parties on New Year’s Eve, there’s a good chance you heard Electric Six’s ‘Danger! High Voltage’ and thought to yourself ‘I wonder what happened to that weirdo band?’ Not only are they very much still active, but their lead singer Dick Valentine just released a new solo album. One of our writers called it an ‘Americana masterpiece’ which is really concerning for the state of modern Americana.

Slowlight ‘Pepe Silvia’

Scottish indie-rockers Slowlight are currently celebrating their tenth year as a band, and by the sound of their latest single ‘Pepe Silvia’ you’d think they just formed. It only took six months for your last band to sound like one that had given up entirely, so it’s impressive to hear such energy pouring out of a group with a full decade behind them. If you resolved to have more fun this year, start here.

Yawners ‘1 de enero’

Your DuoLingo Owl notifications have been getting increasingly threatening now that you’ve completely abandoned your resolution to finally learn Spanish. You should probably just delete the app, but you’re haunted by the bird’s eyes and are afraid you’ll be consumed by guilt. Maybe you just need a jumpstart in the form of Madrid’s Yawners. Their latest single ‘1 de enero’ (Duo will tell you that means January 1), is so fun you’ll be chomping at the bit to understand the lyrics.

Though it may be a new year, we know you have a tendency to live in the past. Might as well apply some revisionist history and pretend you were in the know last year as well. Click here to listen to every song we listened to in 2024 while we recover from our post-holiday coma and make this year’s playlist:

Embarrassing: Drone Metal Fan Comes In 27 Minutes Early With Air Guitar

OLYMPIA, Wash. — Local drone metal fan Judson Riley reportedly came in 27 minutes early with his air guitar at a recent show, embarrassed sources confirmed.

“I don’t know what came over me. I’ve seen them before. And I’ve dedicated hundreds of hours listening to that song, so I’ve heard it at least tens of times—I promise I know when the only riff comes in. I think I just zoned out and got a little excited,” said Riley as he hid by the stairs, wishing he’d brought a jacket to hide under. “I just hope no one saw me. Or if they did, maybe I can redeem myself later in the show with some air drums. But I’m a little worried that I can’t hold my arms out still for that long.”

Corbin Mata, Riley’s friend and roommate, attended the show with him.

“We’ve all made mistakes like this. Hell, I’ve made bigger mistakes like this on stage. The thing is, usually no one really notices or dwells on it like you do…usually. But this was a huge gesture in the middle of a completely still room. No one will ever forget,” said Mata, shuffling away slowly. “Anyway, I think I might head to the back and see if the band has any shirts for sale. And maybe pants. And a hat. And glasses. Oh, a bandana would be good! Or maybe they’ll give me a paper bag with it?”

Trent Perkins, the longtime merch guy for the band Quaalude Phase, unfortunately saw it all.

“The live show opener never changes. It’s always a 37-minute hum. On the dot. Sometimes the guys just hang their guitars from the rafters and take a piss while it rings out. We’ve even got it on a timer,” said Perkins. “I get it, though—it puts you in kind of a meditative state. You lose track of time. Understandable, but boy, did that guy look like an idiot. Look, I even got it on video. Is ‘Errant Drone Strike’ too insensitive for my TikTok caption?”

At press time, Riley was struggling to recover after biting into the frozen center of a Hot Pocket.

How I Got My Parents Back Together by Becoming Their Common Enemy

Your parents are kind of like real-life superheroes when you’re growing up, so when they sit you down at the tender age of 26 to inform you of their divorce, it’s like watching Wonder Woman break up the Justice League. “But I don’t want to have two bedrooms!,” you’ll cry, or, “Wonder Woman, is it possible those pictures you found on Batman’s phone of his old coworker, Commissioner Gordon, were meant for somebody else?”

Look, I get it. Imagining your parents finding love again with other people and becoming happier than you’ve ever known them to be is a scary thought, but I’m here to tell you that you can fix this and get them back together. And all you have to do is become their common enemy.

Phase I

As you navigate your way through the world of becoming a functioning nemesis, you’ll find that most guys out there will recommend you execute small acts of vengeance and then gradually move on to larger retributions. Steal the linens, egg the house, kidnap the parrot for a bit and teach it a few curse words in German—I agree that these are all serviceable first steps.

But I know you’re here for the good stuff, and maybe even an autograph later, so listen up: Those tires on Mom and Dad’s ugly-ass Mini Coopers? No match for the Swiss army knife your father gave you for those camping trips that you’re apparently no longer important enough to be invited to. Symbolism!

Then leave notes telling them both to take the trolley and meet you at the restaurant you all used to go to back when there was still meaning in your life.

Phase II

Here’s the deal: you could walk away right now and leave your parents hanging without once escalating your villainy, but then I’d have to call you a pussy. Because here’s what you’d miss: Your parents—alone—on the same trolley. No driver (Oh no.). No brakes (Uh-oh!). A fork in the road—do you see where I’m going with this? On one track: your stepfather, tied-up, unconscious. The other: Commissioner Gordon—he helped ruin your folks’ marriage, so he doesn’t deserve “stepdad” status.

Boom! Your classic philosophical quandary that I’m sure has a name but I haven’t looked it up to be sure. Can’t you just feel the tension in the air? Watch as their hands gingerly brush against the other as they either change tracks or stay the course? Do you think they’ll kiss? Will they run over the lamest guy?

Phase III

Thankfully the tram won’t be diabolical enough to finish the job—but that’s where you come in! Because as your parents find comfort in each other’s company at the hospital with whatever spouse got Sophie’s Choice’d, you’ll reveal the final step of your grand scheme. Surprise! You just so happen to be the CEO of that poor sap’s health insurance provider, and you’ve determined that their life-threatening streetcar lacerations are a pre-existing condition. And by “pre-existing” you mean they’ve existed that way in your mind ever since they decided to tear your world apart.

If you’ve followed this outline correctly, you can expect your parents to join forces once more and beat you within an inch of your life in the hopes of removing you from the bloodline for good. And if they ever find it in their hearts to forgive you, you’ll be a family again in no time—or however long it takes to finish your rounds of physical therapy.

Dee Snider Celebrates 40 Years of Inexplicably Being Seen as Some Sort of Metal Icon

NEW YORK — Metal frontman and former singer of Twisted Sister Dee Snider celebrated four decades of being seen as a metal icon for no discernible reason, sources confirmed.

“Ever since I testified before the Parents Music Resource Center in 1985, I’ve taken the metal world completely by storm,” Snider reported. “I love that there’s rarely a documentary or book about metal music that doesn’t have me expressing my opinion in some shape or form. Everybody knows that Twisted Sister is one of the best and most prolific metal bands of all time, not to mention my storied solo career, so it makes total sense. Honestly, all metalheads should consider themselves lucky that I’m constantly on the sidelines providing my opinion on their favorite genre.”

Metalhead Christy Alaiya seemed confused about Snider’s constant presence.

“I never really understood why that guy is featured in fucking everything dealing with metal,” Alaiya complained. “He was in a two-hit wonder glam band in the eighties, so why the hell do I see him in interviews talking about how Cannibal Corpse’s music ‘took it a little too far for him’ and complaining about how he doesn’t like death metal vocals? Who cares? I mean, the cover of Iron Maiden’s ‘Wasted Years’ he was on a while back was alright, but I’d much rather hear the original. I tried to listen to Twisted Sister’s ‘Come Out and Play’ once, and I just couldn’t do it. If we’re going to have boomer metal representation, give me King Diamond or Tom Warrior any day of the week. Hell, I’d take Dave Mustaine’s opinion over Dee Snider’s. At least the music he released in the eighties was good.”

Metal historian Bertrand Tevis provided his expertise on the matter.

“So-called ‘representatives’ of metal music are often seen as such for unclear reasons,” Tevis offered. “In my opinion, VH1 has historically been the largest reason for this. One need only watch their laughable metal documentary series from the mid-2000s, or ‘That Metal Show’ to understand where I’m coming from. Thanks to these, metalheads were subjected to completely extraneous opinions held by people like Chris Jericho and Eddie Trunk, and people with a passing interest in metal now think it died out completely in the nineties.”

At press time, KISS was seen celebrating their career of inexplicably being seen by so many as one of the best metal bands in history.

19-Year-Old Who Can Name and Fix Any Piece of Vape Puts “Mechanic” on Resume

TAMPA, Fla. — Local 19-year-old Cody Carson reportedly declared his advanced vape expertise by writing “mechanic” on his otherwise quite short resume, confirmed sources.

“Yeah, I can fix pretty much anything you put in front of me, more often than not it’s an issue with the coil, but you really want a professional like me to take a look, otherwise you risk drawing an unsafe current,” said Carson before also updating his LinkedIn profile. “Last week, I managed to fix my buddy’s broken vape by working the shaft to successfully vaporize his e-liquid. I feel I’ve truly learned everything I need to learn. I wouldn’t have put ‘mechanic’ on my resume if I didn’t think I had earned it, and that’s why I feel so proud to see it at the top of my humble Google Doc. I’m also considering adding culinary chef to my resume because I’ve been successfully reheating takeout leftovers for years now.”

Caron’s best friend Logan Brandins sang his praises between hits of his dab pen.

“Cody is honestly the smartest guy I’ve ever met, he’s like a wizard,” said Brandins through a shockingly wet cough. “This guy could tell you which piece of your vape is broken just by listening to one puff. The vape speaks to him, and it tells him exactly what’s wrong through the crackling sounds in a long drag. It’s like their own special language, man, it’s like magic. But be careful, sometimes I think maybe they’re talking about me, like they’re planning something.”

One potential employer gave her opinion on the whole situation.

“I’m so fucking tired of this shit,” said hiring manager Linda Sterling. “Every goddamn teenager thinks they can get a job anywhere because they read the Wikipedia entry for the atomizer part of a vape or whatever the fuck. Cody applied to be a mechanical engineer, so I asked him what kind of experience he has and he just kept spewing nonsense about glass pods and fill ports. Where do these idiots get all this confidence?”

At press time, Sterling agreed to give Carson a second interview after he fixed her vape pen, so long as he never uses the word “yoink” ever again.

Weird! High School Nemesis At Hometown Bar Doesn’t Remember You

You’re home for the holidays! Though your parents would cut off a limb to spend any amount of quality time with you, the first thing you do with that precious time is head to the local dive bar where your old crew is looking to get wrecked like the old days in much too-snug Christmas sweaters. It’s a real who’s who of the Southeast Indiana class of ‘11. But there’s one person on your mind. One person who still makes your right eye twitch. The thought of their face sends a bubbling rage up from your gut. Lance Nash.

Lance. Your nemesis. Your only worthy adversary. Your true equal. You think of the hours of sleep you lost in high school because of this man. You ran in the same circles, went for the same girls, took all the same honors classes, and competed for principal tubist in the school band. You couldn’t get away from each other! And there he was, after all these years, clinking glasses and laughing with your friends, your buddies, at the bar in his stupid cable-knit sweater.

“Sorry, who are we talking about?” Lance inquired when asked about you.

You decide to help jog his memory and approach him at the bar, making sure he hears you order a scotch on the rocks before delivering a tepid, “Lance Nash. Long time no see.” “Hey, good to see ya,” Lance offers. You look him dead in the eye, seeing he’s coming up blank. “Jethro Brink? I was, like, your rival back in high school band.” Lance looks confused at first. “Oh yeah! My rival! (“angry”) You!” He playfully nudges you.

Aubrey, a former clarinet player, also at the bar shares that Nash was the best tubist she’s ever encountered. “His breathwork, finger dexterity, the firm rhythmic foundation he gave the band – he was a singular talent. No one came close. All the girls were obsessed with him, but he was complicated, you know? There was a mystery about him… a rich inner life.” When asked about Jethro she squinted at him across the room, “Oh yeah, the twitchy guy. Huh.”

The former band director, Mr. Burns, also asked for comment, said he hasn’t seen lungs like that on a kid since Nash. He notes he was at a bad place in his life at that time and Nash breathed new life into him as band teacher, reminding him why he does what he does and what life is all about. On the subject of Jethro he added, “Lotta names over the years, some don’t stick.”

You swirl your drink and try to unclench your jaw. You know Lance is loving this moment. Living for it. Seeing you squirm is what drives him. Stop twitching, stop it!

Bored Henry Rollins Hires Guy Off TaskRabbit to Interview Him for a Few Hours

NASHVILLE, Tenn. — Continuous go-getter Henry Rollins recently employed the services of a TaskRabbit professional to ask him questions about his varied projects and interests in order to kill a few spare hours on a rainy Thursday, well-spoken sources confirmed.

“I’m always the most comfortable when I’m working — but sometimes if the work isn’t there, you have to create the work for yourself,” began Rollins while researching how to test for a commercial airline pilot’s license. “So while I found myself with a little free time I figured why not knock out some interview questions about my favorite albums and which third-world countries I found most charming. Fortunately, TaskRabbit was able to deliver a real pro to help me make it happen. Plus, while he was here I had him alphabetize my 7” collection.”

Andrew Fitzsimmons, who often uses the app to make a few extra dollars, detailed his experience interviewing Rollins.

“Most of what I do for TaskRabbit is pretty pedestrian, like assembling Ikea furniture or helping old people fix their WiFi. I really don’t have any experience interviewing someone about the pitfalls of touring in the midwest. I asked him if this was for a podcast or a documentary and then he lectured me for two hours about how capitalism and art are diametrically opposed” Fitzsimmons stated. “Still though, it was cool to break up the routine a bit, and Rollins was super nice — though he did tip me with a vinyl copy of one of his spoken-word albums. Do you think I could resell this thing on Facebook Marketplace?”

Penny Doleful, who runs Dungeons & Dragons campaigns in an assisted living facility, gave their perspective on the issue of boredom and aging.

“The elderly aren’t always able to do all of the things they used to love, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t deeply affected by a lack of mental stimulation. So by whatever methods are available, it’s important to have options to keep them occupied,” said Doleful. “That’s why I started DMing DnD campaigns for the old folks who live in this home. It’s a deeply immersive activity that no one will ever truly understand how it all works. That really drives engagement right up until the second when it’s time to finally pull the plug!”

At press time, Rollins was reportedly writing a screenplay about a tough-as-nail detective named “Renry Hollins” who solves crimes by rifling through victims’ record collections to find clues.

The Top Talking Heads Songs to Sing at the Mail Carrier Through Your Front Door Mail Slot

You might be a squatter, but it’s just to keep the rebellious new wave, CBGB, Lower East Side spirit alive. Squatting in houses of families that travel for the winter is your right, man. That’s right, you’re sort of an unofficial guardian of this Rhode Island suburban block. Hey, this is the state where the Talking Heads all first met! You’re sure the US Postal Service workers will be totally down with this squatting situation, as long as you keep them entertained by singing some groovy tunes. Let’s dive into the a capella playlist you’ve got lined up for them! The name of this band is: an illegally squatting dude singing Talking Heads. (Listen to the playlist, click here)

30. “Love → Building on Fire”

Wave and wiggle your fingers through the mail slot. Introduce yourself. You have to start gently, so begin with the first piece of music ever released by Talking Heads, seven months before their debut album even came out. This is a good one to make first impressions with, as you show the mail courier that you only want to approach them with “love.” Attempt the jaunty horn arrangements with a harmonica found upstairs.

29. “Heaven”

Their third album “Fear of Music” spawned this 1979 anthem to listlessness. You want to create your new abode in the image of this song. You use this as a personal anthem as to how laidback and apathetic your rent-free existence will be here. You convince the mail courier that you are in heaven, that this is a place where “nothing ever happens.” Translation: don’t call the cops, man. Be cool.

28. “Making Flippy Floppy (Live)”

“Do you like the 1984 live concert ‘Stop Making Sense’? It’s pretty much the perfect concert film. Remember Jonathan Demme, director of ‘Silence of the Lambs’? That was him, same dude!” you excitedly share with the mail courier through the slot, your chapped lips eking out. You explain that you prefer this concert version. “And A24 went ahead and re-released it last year, did you catch it?” you ask. Unfortunately the multiple references to ‘Silence of the Lambs’ has conditioned the postal worker to approach with caution.

27. “And She Was”

After finding a jug of sangria in the basement, you get nostalgic and melodramatic. Good thing this up-tempo song fondly reminds you of an ex-girlfriend. When the mail comes again, you belt a rendition of “And She Was” from the band’s sixth studio album, 1985’s “Little Creatures,” trying to prompt a conversation around lost loves and bygone past romances. The mail courier has begun walking with a faster gait away from the house. No mind: your song can still reach them via side windows.

26. “Burning Down the House”

One of the band’s most recognizable songs (a single from their 1983 fifth album “Speaking in Tongues”), this is a good one to bring the mail carrier down to your level. Use this as a possible fib and threat: “If you don’t listen to me sing Talking Heads, I will burn down this house.” Perhaps a bit extreme, but it’s also the dead of winter and you need to stay warm. Plenty of other houses with rickety locks.

25. “Houses in Motion”

Now that you’ve ingested all the pharmaceuticals you could find in the medicine cabinets, everything outside is absolutely buzzing. You watch the postal worker approach the house with wonder; lightning bolts shoot from their shoulders to your hazy eyes. The world is spinning. We are on a rock floating in space. From the fourth album by the band, “Remain in Light,” this 1980 single begins an endless cycle of neighbor complaints. Good thing the bizarre combination of drugs softly renders the chattering humans into friendly wan shapes visiting your window.

24. “Psycho Killer – Acoustic”

Show that you have teeth by singing this single from their 1977 debut album “Talking Heads: 77,” with French lyrics provided by bassist Tina Weymouth. The postal worker can appreciate the variety when you ask if they’ve heard the acoustic version of this song. Offer to play it for them sometime, perhaps upstairs? An unprompted song titled “Psycho Killer” is sure to open plenty of doors with government workers.

23. “This Must Be the Place (Naive Melody) [Live]”

You’ve found a pocket, ride the groove. The mail carrier seems to recognize this song. Perhaps it’s fear as a response mechanism. Or perhaps you’ve met another kindred soul that loves Talking Heads as much as you do. Start a dialogue about how the live “Stop Making Sense” version has superior harmonies, see if this piques their interest. Ignore frantic texts to the USPS base for help – convince them of how charming, quaint and domestic your situation has become. “Home is where I want to be, but I guess I’m already there,” you weepily sing, tears sliding down the front door.

22. “Once in a Lifetime (Live)”

Keep the hits coming by reminding the mail carrier of the temporal nature of life. Maybe rummage through the closets and slap on the clothes of those normally occupying this house. Run around in the trousers and bras of strangers, yelling “This is not my beautiful house! This is not my beautiful wife!” Show your rejection of modern capitalism by spitting any mail or catalogs back out to the postal worker. Declare yourself as part of the resistance by writing lyrics from “Once in a Lifetime” on IRS statements, hospital bills, and paychecks. Cause chaos, become ungovernable.

21. “Wild Wild Life”

From their seventh album, 1986’s “True Stories” (and as tied to the David Byrne film), this one might not be as recognizable to new postal workers on your route. You can’t understand the reason for new carriers, it seems to change almost daily. Seems that only philistines are assigned these blocks. Or maybe they are country/folk fans instead, who knows? Either way, use this song as a chance to reflect on how funny life is. One time you were in med school, studying the human colon. Next thing you’re giving it all up for a life as a rock groupie, living on couches and chasing a blurry carefree dream impossible in today’s America. You’d finish this thought, but you remember a beer you left on the counter.

20. “Girlfriend Is Better”

OK, so you haven’t had a “girlfriend” since Obama’s second term. The postal worker doesn’t need to know that! Make yourself sound mysterious by talking about your girlfriend who lives in Bratislava. Talk about the “bows in her hair,” talk about the “smoke in her eyes,” the postal worker is barely listening, trying to avoid you. You scream through the mail slot that she wants to move to America, but needs an immigration visa first. While talking through the slot, offer cheese and crackers found in the garage fridge. Make the USPS employee feel welcome as you squat in a stranger’s home.

19. “A Clean Break (Let’s Work) – Live from WCOZ, Massachusetts”

Work with an arrangement closer to the version on their 1982 live album “The Name of This Band Is Talking Heads,” the underrated compilation by this new wave band. With a raw sensibility and forward tempo, feel free to pound on the door along to this one, screaming at the top of your lungs. Why wait for the mail carrier? Shun the daylight. Make this a midnight jam.

18. “Don’t Worry About the Government”

It seems like an empathetic postal worker has finally been assigned the route that covers this very house. When he kindly asks if you’re worried about being arrested, you begin singing this song. Message is in the title, buddy. Move along! If you wanted a therapist, you would’ve stayed at that psychiatric hospital back in Georgia. Instead you made it to Rhode Island all on your own! Well, maybe with a forged bus ticket. You don’t even know what taxes are. A government building may as well be a 7-11. You follow David Byrne’s guidance, taking this song truly to heart.

17. “Nothing but Flowers”

You blast a true bop from their eighth and final album, 1988’s “Naked” and drag out all the pots in the kitchen for the eclectic rhythm section on this one. You’d open the windows to get the neighbors involved, but there’s a risk of police crawling in for a raid. Use this as a chance to remind this government worker that this entire plot of tract suburban houses used to be flowers, nature, greenery. “There was a factory / now there are mountains and rivers,” you ominously say, which is somehow called in as some sort of threat. Good, let them know you deeply love this song ever since first hearing it on the “Clerks II” soundtrack in middle school.

16. “I Zimbra”

Get the goddamn blood pumping with this absolute banger. This was an indicator of where the band was going, sound-wise. You are absolutely enamored with drummer Chris Frantz’s work on this one. You use this as a chance to talk about Frantz with the postal worker, but they insist they are on a tight schedule. Never mind, this song still works to garner stares, especially when sung to children passing by or families walking their dog. This might actually be attracting too much attention. (Hint: that means you’re doing it right.)

15. “Take Me to the River”

“Remember that singing plastic fish, Big Mouth Billy Bass? This was one of his songs!” you insist upon the mail carrier, squeezing your lips to loudly sing this nostalgic throwback song originally written by Al Green. Delivering the mail has actually become a problem for this house. You can’t understand why anyone would want to deny themselves the chance to hear you sing this stellar tune from the band’s second album, 1978’s “More Songs About Buildings and Food” which you have on a constant rotation. This also serves as a reminder to seek water as the owners have become alerted to your presence and have shut off the water line to the property.

14. “City of Dreams”

A teary-eyed nostalgic play, you sing this to the mail carrier union representative who has come to ask you to please accept the mounting mail. There is a pile outside the door, as you won’t receive the mail until the USPS workers agree to hear more Talking Heads songs. For a minute you think you get through to them with this lovely ballad, but instead they all drive away in their boxy white Grumman LLVs. Yeah, you know all about the make and model of official USPS mail trucks. You pick things up on the road.

13. “Slippery People”

The lyrics in this song begin to echo the questions you hear from all passersby outside. “What’s the matter with him?” is never a good question to hear asked about yourself. These postal workers are slippery people indeed. You thought they were chill, man. You thought they wouldn’t report a mysterious new tenant in a house normally empty during the winter season. Instead, they turned out to be another narc, just like your old roommate whose wallet you used to “borrow” from, or your brother whose identity you stole to forge documents. What happened to the world, man? People used to be cool. David Byrne would totally understand.

12. “Born Under Punches (The Heat Goes On)”

This whole song could be your personal philosophy, you explain through the mail slot. When the mail carrier finally arrives for the day, you moan your truth: despite the difficulties of life, you carry on. Just like the juxtaposing titular tension of this song. These days, members of the HOA accompanied by cops are making more regular visits here. Hiding from law enforcement is something you have no problems with. Sing this song to yourself as you sit on the dry tiled floor of the upstairs shower. Wow, your voice sure bounces in here.

11. “Pulled Up”

Last night you heard someone fiddling with the front door. Is it someone else trying to squat here? Is it the original owner? Either way, you use the yelpy screeching parts of this song as an attempt to scare visitors away, running down the stairs with a fiery charge, shouting lyrics from this intense pop burst. Begin slipping odd jewelry and tchotchkes through the front door, let them know that you’re willing to ruin the decor of this house. The more unpredictable you seem, the more time you have to squat in this ample Rhode Island abode.

10. “I’m Not in Love”

You begin to realize: perhaps it is time to let go of this house. Attachment is the source of all misery. Follow the Buddhist routes that one drifter aboard a Reno freight train divulged many summers ago. Non-attachment will only bring new adventures, new truth, new company and new insights of happiness. “I’m not in love!” you exclaim repeatedly through the mail slot, confusing everyone in the neighborhood. Like how keyboardist Jerry Harrison had to pick up after the dissolution of The Modern Lovers – he was quickly folded into the Talking Heads and the rest is history. You don’t know what the future holds, man. The future is unwritten. Maybe you’ll find a donut in a puddle today.

9. “The Great Curve”

Thinking about the curve of life, you realize you can’t stay here forever. You gently open the door for a fuller glimpse of the early morning outside world. There are multiple notices on the door requesting in-person physical mail pickup at the post office. Um… nope! That’s not gonna happen. You quickly snatch up any remaining packages, parcels or loose mail into the house to perhaps search for American Express samples or gift cards from distant relatives. Whoa, a coupon to Buffalo Wild Wings? You suddenly have plans for the weekend, brother!

8. “Life During Wartime”

Opening the door, big mistake. Cops have descended upon the house. The postal workers are all there, gladly reporting the weird shit you said to them while singing Talking Heads songs, each interaction bordering on problematic. “Life During Wartime” indeed. This must’ve been what it was like during the Blitz, or the Fall of Saigon. This is a historic moment for this neighborhood. When hiding in an upstairs annex, you wave at someone barbecuing next door for help, but they only alert law enforcement. You’ve truly parachuted into hostile enemy territory.

7. “Thank You for Sending Me an Angel”

Upon discovering a whole other drawer of slightly-expired antibiotics, you decide to take everything you find at once before falling into a seven-hour hallucinatory stupor. There is a literal angel on the front lawn. It is beautiful and deadly. Nobody knows the splendor you are experiencing. You make subtle shadow puppetry outside the mail slot for the angel, not realizing multiple law enforcement vehicles are observing your every move. Unpredictability works in your favor: nobody wants to barrage into the house, but if you keep singing Talking Heads songs out of the loose orifices of the house (a backdoor keyhole, an ajar window, a sooty chimney), the police at least think they can buy time before the media is alerted.

6. “The Book I Read”

That’s right, you’ve got a manifesto. You’re a Talking Heads troubadour-squatter, did anyone expect less? Unfortunately your manifesto is completely written on this stranger’s mail. You’ve somewhat stapled it all together. There’s really a thrust to your argument. Offer this tome to the officers slowly making their way to the backyard. Let them know that “absolute truth about the universe and government” is scribbled on those envelopes.

5. “Sax and Violins”

At this point you are just buying time. No one talks about how great this song is, but the police are not having it. “OK, I’ll leave the postal workers alone!” you scream, a light attempt at a surrender. Unfortunately for everyone you’re now naked, slipping in the fluids (it’s been a month, you’re a messy boy) now covering the foyer. Best part about squatting in winter homes? Never having to clean up your own mess. Let these entitled assholes deal with it in the spring.

4. “The Big Country”

Maintain your optimism! Remind everyone outside behind their bullhorns and search-lights that this is a huge nation. There is plenty of room for everyone! There is a housing crisis, after all. You look around at rows and rows of these empty houses, abandoned in the winter for sunnier climates by jet-setting families. Lyrics from “The Big Country” begin spilling out of you before a rubber bullet whizzes by. Oh no, it seems like private bounty hunters were employed. Maybe these assholes like David Byrne’s solo work instead? Maybe switch it up to some Tom Tom Club? Ask them through the mail slot.

3. “Road to Nowhere”

You know your rights, man. There isn’t shit they can do about a squatter! These cops are jerks on a real road to nowhere, per the 1985 Talking Heads song. You mock them via an upstairs bathroom window, also noticing that a news van and helicopter are now covering this strange standdown. Hey, any publicity is good publicity. You just hope they don’t use that old mugshot without your Talking Heads lyrics face tattoo.

2. “Sugar on My Tongue”

Stuff as much food as you can into your pockets. You’re hitting the road. You’re rollin’ out! You grab some instant coffee in your fists, creamer in your shirt pocket, sugar on your damn tongue. You almost laugh, thinking about the Talking Heads song, but you’re jumping over fences with snacks spilling out of your parka. You leave kitchen item breadcrumbs leading to your next house, a scattered mess of apples, pancake batter, whatever you could quickly grab from the cupboards. Nevermind the haul: you abandon the food, jumping into another patio, another home empty for the winter.

1. “Crosseyed and Painless (Live)”

Keep the lights off in this new house, you need to settle in and get the heat off. This is the smashing finale song to their famous live show, a thrilling send-off leaving the audience in the squirmy frustration of a familiar mantra: “I’m still waiting.” And damn right you’re still waiting. For people to finally be chill with squatting, like they were in the 1980s Lower East Side. For government workers to appreciate Talking Heads songs as much as you do. For someone to finally understand your specific, ersatz genius. Oh well. Tomorrow’s a new day to continue writing your manifesto on other people’s mail.

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Friends Hold Intervention for Woman Who Has Become a Sober Influencer

FISHERS, Ind. — A small group hosted an intervention recently to help their friend Krista Simmons who has become a sober influencer, distraught and slightly annoyed sources confirmed.

“I’m so incredibly proud of Krista. Since she’s quit drinking her mental health has been better, she’s healthier, and she’s excelling at her job. Now, I just need her to shut the fuck up about it, already,” said friend Diane Ferguson. “This is why we decided that an intervention was necessary. We’re all very supportive of her sobriety, and will continue to do whatever we can to help our friend on this journey. But please, we just want her to stop making sobriety her entire personality. Several of us have already had to block her online.”

Simmons expressed her frustration following the intervention.

“I was going over my friend Diane’s house, excited to tell her about a recipe I found for a turmeric and ginger latte, that is seriously way better after a long day than any cocktail ever could be, when I was completely blindsided. All my friends and loved ones are sitting around, shaming me about how my sobriety is getting out of hand and ruining their lives,” said Simmons. “The worst was when my mom started crying about how I’m trying way too hard to make sobriety look more fun than drinking and she’s not sure how many memes she can take. They’re just lucky this is giving me months of material to work with on social media, otherwise I’d be really pissed off.”

Therapist and former fitness influencer Grayson Fields discussed how he helped host other interventions for influencers.

“In our society it is very difficult for a person to make a major life change and keep it to themselves. Whether it be sobriety, losing weight, or becoming a mustard aficionado, every asshole thinks they need to start a podcast and tell us all about their journey,” said Fields. “At this point it is necessary for a professional to step in, so they don’t destroy all their friendships in the process.”

At press time, Simmons had been arrested after she lit all of her mother’s “Wine O’Clock” throw pillows on fire, accidentally burning down her house.

If the Catholic Church Is Becoming More Open to New Ideas, Why Won’t My Priest Transubstantiate This Bag of Honey BBQ Chex Mix?

Pope Francis seems to be in the news fairly regularly as a new face for the often antiquated and unwelcoming Catholic Church. Just last year, he allowed members of the LGBTQ+ community to receive blessings, and also decried laws criminalizing members of that community for merely existing. While this may (rightfully) be seen as paltry and ineffective measures from an organization with so much it needs to atone for, it is a step in the right direction toward being more welcoming. Which leads me to ask, if the Catholic Church is indeed becoming more open to new ideas, why won’t my priest transubstantiate this bag of Honey BBQ Chex Mix?

I don’t get it. I attend Mass every week with the intention of bettering myself as a person. I go to Confession several times a month, and I always put money in the collection plate. If anyone is entitled to providing a little bit of feedback to the institution, it should be me. Yet, when I make one tiny suggestion to my priest regarding the culinary preparation of the Body of Christ, I’m met with a heretofore unseen level of rather rudely expressed resistance. It really doesn’t make sense to me.

Honestly, I don’t see what the issue is. Why should the Host be constrained to wafers that essentially have the flavor and texture of Styrofoam? This way I can achieve Salvation on the go, and I don’t have to choke down something like a stale fortune cookie that’s had all the flavor sucked out of it. Has he even tried these Honey BBQ Chex Mix? They’re pretty fucking good, and they have less saturated fat than potato chips. If I was a god in human form who needed his followers to eat him in order to save their eternal souls, I’d much rather be something they don’t dread eating. After all, doesn’t Jesus love us? The more I rationalize this, the more I think I’m in the right.

Yet here we are, with my priest, who’s a representative of the supposedly evolving Catholic Church, having one of his most dedicated congregants ushered from his Sunday Mass. And honestly, for an establishment that’s supposedly trending in the right direction, they sure removed me from that church pretty forcefully. I didn’t even have the chance to request having this lukewarm 2 liter of Cheerwine turned into the Blood of Christ. I’ll take the more tactful avenue here and wait until next week to bring that up, and anyway, it looks like they locked the door behind me.