The column is still available to read on the magazine’s website.

I put off writing this column until down to the wire. There are parts of it that I had a very light touch on.

Honestly here’s my thoughts coming to the end of the year after putting out several of these columns…

I don’t know if I’m going to continue doing the column in 2024. Writing reviews is not my preferred way of interacting with any art & I started writing it mostly because I was butt-hurt that someone panned the Mississippi Studios Thank You Scientist show by saying the crowd was full of Portland hipster dudes, insinuating they were a band for gaged ear nerds that only like things ironically. Listen, I’m a hot girl (goddamn it) & I’m not even from Portland, I’m a fucking hillabilly & I’ve been at every one of their Portland & Seattle shows. Honestly, spite causes me to bite off more than I can chew a lot & I should probably chillax. But also I wanted to poke the reviewer in the eye for shit-talking not just the band/their honestly boss live performance but the crowd that was chill aside from the group that I suspect the reviewer part of based on when they said they left (there was a group being assholes & crowding my friends & they left halfway through TYS’s set).

Also, I had an experience this year that made me kinda want to shut my fucking mouth. Listen, I will talk shit about the initial spite incident because I can be petty. But I’m also a menace. How many times can I say “best live band ever” before someone’s like “hey, I saw you at [any show] eye-fucking [specific guy who plays a very specific instrument].” I have no defense. He knows I’m a menace, hell the whole band knows I’m a menace. If I keep writing about the shows I go to & I don’t avoid their future shows out of embarrassment (or simply pass away from it), there’s going to be a few that just get left off until my end of the year list. & then I’m going to touch those like a hot potato, throwing a few sentences at you to admit that I can’t really rank shit fairly because I’m a menace.

The thing is, this is all my opinion & I’m a fucking dipshit. Why does anyone care? I’ve pretended they do because other people pretended they do for them. & it worked for awhile but now I’m kinda bored with it. I don’t know, maybe I’ll keep writing these columns, or maybe I’ll use the extra time just get some sleep or make a meal that’s not a handful of lettuce & a string cheese. I don’t know, I could use the time.