Carl Wilson
Music critic, @Slate; newsletter, "Crritic!"; author, "Let's Talk About Love"; co-org, Popular Music Books series; writer/editor for hire. I live in Toronto.
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4 weeks ago |
slate.com | Carl Wilson
Skip to the content A Kind of Exasperated Ms. Frizzle Music Joni Mitchell has often told the story that whenever she’d play songs from Blue for her male musician friends before it came out, they’d be taken aback by its frankness. A well-meaning Kris Kristofferson warned her, “Oh Joni, save something for yourself.” It was protective but patronizing.
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4 weeks ago |
yahoo.com | Carl Wilson
Yahoo is using AI to generate takeaways from this article. This means the info may not always match what's in the article. Reporting mistakes helps us improve the experience.Generate Key TakeawaysJoni Mitchell has often told the story that whenever she’d play songs from Blue for her male musician friends before it came out, they’d be taken aback by its frankness. A well-meaning Kris Kristofferson warned her, “Oh Joni, save something for yourself.” It was protective but patronizing.
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4 weeks ago |
flipboard.com | Carl Wilson
5 hours agoWarfare Review: A Disturbing, Riveting Nightmare That Redefines 'War Movie'There has never been a war film quite like Alex Garland and Ray Mendoza's "Warfare," which feels designed to discombobulate and disturb above all …1 hour agoBill Maher Has Shockingly Self-Important Take on Trump Visit“I mean, it’s kind of a Nixon to China thing. I have the credentials,” the comedian said on The Chris Cuomo Project podcast.
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2 months ago |
slate.com | Carl Wilson
The 2025 Grammys fell on Groundhog Day, which could have been a setup for an easy joke about the music awards show being trapped in a repetitive loop, every year making the same mistakes. But there was a twist. And as a result, last night’s event turned out to be more like the ending of the 1993 Bill Murray movie, in which the hero finally wakes up out of his long Sisyphean existential nightmare into a new day, and the cycle is broken.
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2 months ago |
slate.com | Carl Wilson
The singer-songwriter Neko Case’s new memoir is a superhero origin story. But here, instead of an anonymous mugger gunning down the parents, sending pearls scattering over the pavement, it’s the parents themselves wielding the weapons, like their own parents behind them—and nobody can afford any pearls. Rather than growing up to wear a bat costume to frighten evildoers, the emotional orphan in this story transforms into a bat on the spot and flies away.
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Everyone on here reading tea leaves on Walton Goggins & Aimee Lou Wood clearly has never met actors, who are constantly emotionally over the top with each other, until they move on to their next job and don't even keep in touch.
In the new Arcade issue, I write about Severance, doppelgangers + the split/multiple nature of self. Cameos by @THEBETHS, @whitelotus_hbo, W.E.B. DuBois, the great under-seen indie film My Old Ass, your Maga uncle, & late Toronto philosopher Ian Hacking. https://t.co/L4uC6aO8AU
RIP to the great Michael Hurley. By kismet, I just ran across this video last night of @Sandro_Perri, Gabe Levine and others playing a Hurley tribute show at the @Tranzac in 2011. I think it sends him off in the proper spirit. https://t.co/jH33tKm0l2
