I love it when an opponent is, you know, honest. My hat’s off, therefore, to putative star Ontario PC candidate Jeff Allan, who candidly admits Tim Hudak’s Tea Party North his heading towards the Electoral Valley of Death in the Kitchener-Waterloo by-election:
In my opinion, the rise of independents. Lots and lots of citizens no longer see themselves attached to any single ideology. They’re now the biggest single demographic, and they’re growing.
Dippers will claim it means they are most popular, but that’s superficial and ultimately false. The Cons and Libs are simply the most familiar choices: the new independents are looking for newer choices. The Occupiers, Tea Party and non-voters are all part of this: they are turning away from the traditional alignments.
I think something big is happening, here. What do you think?
It is one of the best ten albums ever made, and the song itself ends the darkest Against Me! record. Regular reader Chris pointed me to the lyrics which I have heard, and thought about, many times:
A few years back, I interviewed Tom Gabel at the Phoenix before a show. He and other AM members were battling colds. I remember two questions distinctly. I asked him if he’d rather do something else. “Yes,” he said, right away. “Write novels.”
And I asked him who Searching For A Former Clarity was about. He shook his head, holding a bottle full of chicken soup. “I’d rather not say. Sorry.”
Was it about him? We may never know. Either way, it’s trite, but I hope she has clarity now.
My kids, too. All four of them are huge, huge Against Me! fans. My daughter is still processing it, she says. Son One was with a friend, and tried to dismiss it with humour. (I’ll talk to him when he’s alone.) Son Two was mad, really mad, but then he got in the car and wanted to hear certain AM songs, over and over.
Andrew H., a conservative punk friend (they exist) sent me a tweet this morning, saying to look at verse two of The Ocean, from the last Against Me! album. When I looked at the words (for the first time, having not been overly-ethusiastic about the last two albums), I said to my daughter: “Well, it’s pretty hard for the band or fans to say they’re shocked, now. He’s been telling us all along.”
This band has been my favourite band for a decade. I’ve interviewed them, I’ve taken my daughter to see them backstage, I’ve hung out with them. Hell, I get up to ‘Pints Of Guiness Make You Strong’ every single morning, as my alarm ring tone. And their songs have gotten me through plenty.
I spoke to one of Tom’s friends tonight, and she told me it’s true. So me and my daughter wished Laura Jane Grace best of luck, and shed a tear for the greatest punk band of the past decade. Can’t see them going on after this.
Here he is from his solo album, perhaps providing hints. The way I figure it, I told a slightly-confused 16-year-old daughter, he’s supported us through a lot, so now we have to support him.
She’s one of the stars – well, of course, I always consider her to be one – and I have arrived about an hour early. She will consider me even more embarrassing, as a result, but that’s what you get with Proud Dad Syndrome.
…and those are just some of the nice things they say. Still think it was a good idea to read out that statement Tim Hudak’s minions gave to you, Nicholls?
It reminds me of a friend who happens to be a former Premier of Ontario. Shortly after leaving politics, this ex-Preem was approached on a Toronto street by some loon, who launched into a loud invective-filled rant. Remembering that he was no longer Premier, and no longer needed to bite his prime ministerial tongue while being abused, he thereupon said: