Welcome to The Weekender, where I gather up the records, movies, shows, books, and assorted internet detours I think are worth carrying into the next couple of days. Consider your weekend sorted.
Included in this issue:
my favorite song of 2025 gets a seven-minute remix I can’t stop playing
a top-five Album of the Year contender gets a fun second life
a sweaty new punk record with zero seconds wasted
80 minutes of spiritual jazz from a guy who can fucking jam
a legendary live performance finally makes it to vinyl; watch it now
an electrifying new concert video from a band that rarely tours
late-’90s video game nostalgia never sounded so good
the buzzy new documentary I expected to love, but very much did not
and a longread on what gets missed when everyone obsesses over the AI apocalypse
The Weekender drops every Friday exclusively for paid subscribers. Your $5 a month or $50 a year gets you one of these every week, plus the full archive and $10 off in the Gift Shop. More importantly, it gives me an excuse to spend an unreasonable amount of time digging for things worth recommending to you.
Thank you for supporting human curation. Now let’s get into it.
