Not every entry this year was dark and foreboding. With the ongoing pandemic continuing to disrupt all of our lives, it’s more important than ever to make time for silliness. And nothing was sillier on this site that my puerile song parody, Oh, What A Fart.
While researching another piece, I borrowed a greatest hits package of The Four Seasons from the library. An unintended pleasure: I could not stop singing along to these classic songs. (I ended up buying my own copy off of Amazon, one of many CDs I purchased from the site this year.)
After their highly successful run in the 60s, the group adjusted to the disco revolution and found even more success at the tail end of the 70s. December 1963 (Oh, What A Night), their last number one, is a particular highlight. For whatever reason, I conjured up a flashback scenario where a guy embarrasses himself on a date by clearing the room with his flatulence, a moment of infamy that still haunts him. Written at a time when my mother was slowly recovering from cancer surgery, it was welcome comic relief.
Yes, this year was a terrible one for the most important woman in my life, the woman who birthed me and raised me and continues to love and support me no matter what. It was incredibly painful watching her deteriorate thanks to a mysterious giant-ass tumour that had latched itself onto her bowel and pressed hard on her stomach. She lost about 20 pounds but thankfully, now that the tumour has been carefully removed, she has regained her lost stature. She has come a long way from the start of the year.
During her horrible 11-day stay in the hospital back in late May and early June, I tried to keep myself busy by returning to a project that has been an undying passion for most of my life.
After nearly a year and a half, The History Of The Mystery Track series returned with three new entries in the Spring. Having already written about the best version of You Oughta Know in 2019, it was finally time to write about Your House, the other unlisted song from Jagged Little Pill.
Subtitled Alanis Morissette Fantasizes About Stalking Her Ex, it proved that the Canadian not only can sing without instrumental back-up, she really can protect the identity of a former lover. Poor Dave Coulier.
Lauryn Hill Covers Frankie Valli, the aforementioned article that motivated me to get The Very Best Of Frankie Valli & The Four Seasons, tells the unlikely story of how Can’t Take My Eyes Off You became a hit all over again thanks to a modernized contribution to a bad movie and fierce demand for new material from a fresh new talent.
Finally, I wrote an epic essay on The Osbournes Family Album, the 2002 compilation featuring personal favourites without track numbers from members of the family and a whole slew of uncredited dialogue clips from the first season of the infamous MTV series. It took a while to match the audio drops with the right episodes but it was worth the expanded effort.
This was not a great year for watching movies. Extremely distracted by so much bad news, some screenings were agonizingly long, much longer than the actual running times. But somehow, someway, I still managed to write dozens of reviews in this space despite screening far fewer flicks this year.
2021 began with a 25th Anniversary assessment of Big Bully, the atrocious Rick Moranis/Tom Arnold comedy which I had missed during its original theatrical run. That was followed by the rare Australian softcore feature Felicity which was not nearly as hot and explicit as I had hoped.
Back In Time, the flawed, indulgent but still enjoyable documentary about Back To The Future which I watched twice, was one of the few good films I wrote about this year along with the US cut of David Cronenberg’s still provocative Crash and the sleeper horror flick Gretel & Hansel.
Every other title I critiqued was various degrees of disposable garbage. There was recent fare like the limp Fatale and the action/horror misfire Rogue with its lousy special effects. Jason Blum’s Blumhouse productions struck out twice with The Craft: Legacy and a totally misguided reworking of Fantasy Island.
I found myself not freaking out during other horror duds like The Prodigy, Phantom Of The Paradise (which at least has some killer original songs), You Should Have Left, Black Rock, Virus and the 1979 version of Jack The Ripper.
There were franchise stinkers past and present like Space Jam: A New Legacy, The Shaggy D.A., The Forever Purge, Escape Room: Tournament Of Champions, Bad Boys II, Bad Boys For Life, Charlie’s Angels: Full Throttle and its 2019 remake.
There were brutally unfunny romantic comedies like Ghosts Of Girlfriends Past, Zack & Miri Make A Porno, How To Be Single, Little Black Book, The Lonely Guy, That Old Feeling, All About Steve, Her Alibi, The Pallbearer and Back To School. And then there was the falsely advertised Aspen Extreme and the badly aged Steven Seagal martial arts shooter Hard To Kill.
Overall, because of the immense difficulty I had with focus and concentration which needlessly prolonged the viewing of certain titles, not to mention stubborn perfectionism, screenings were down considerably compared to the past six years.
Not all the news was bad this year, though. Hits for the site are up slightly. Over 12000 page views compared to the roughly 9500 for 2020. 2021’s hit count is the highest since 2019 where there were just over 11000 but a far cry from the golden years in the middle of the last decade where annual page views were between 21000 and 40000.
As for shares, that’s up, too. There were more than 300 articles and reviews posted and shared by readers on Twitter and Facebook this year, bringing the current combined total since the start of the WordPress era 11 years ago to over 1750.
The most read piece of 2021 is eight years old. More Interesting Things I Learned While Watching The Fifth Season Of Seinfeld On DVD generated just under a thousand hits bringing its complete total to over 5300. A couple of 2014 pieces on Woody Allen continued to do well because they were unfortunately linked in an anti-Semitic rant by a kooky right wing blogger with a suspect political agenda. Because of that, April saw the biggest audience growth this year with over 2700 hits. So…thanks?
As another insidious variant of the Covid virus swoops in and expedites the infection process around the world and with the ominous rise of climate change continuing to devastate our planet, the future becomes ever more uncertain. It’s easy to despair at all the tragedy dominating the headlines as our normal lives continue to be put on hold. It’s easy to rage at incompetent governments and greedy pharmaceutical companies for putting capitalism ahead of human rights. God knows we have every right to feel this way.
It’s much harder to be hopeful. But we must. We cannot let fear dictate how we live, how we feel, and how we love. We cannot let the grifters on the right and sadly, the few on the left, as well, scare us out of our skepticism and basic decency. We must doubt questionable actions and beliefs and fight for those who need their voices amplified. We must always question bullshit and never swallow it whole. We must always know the truth whether it’s willingly shared with us or whether we have to sniff it out for ourselves.
Everything is extremely shitty right now but it won’t be that way forever. We must ride through these days of sorrow because, like the song says, there is a light that never goes out. It must never burn out.
As we struggle to navigate all these uncomfortable changes swirling around us, it’s best to find outlets of escape wherever and whenever we can. For me, that’s meant listening to a lot of music, especially all the dozens of CDs I bought this year, some of which I’ve been hunting for for years, sometimes decades.
It’s also meant diving deep into the cinematic archives even if that has meant deliberately suffering through an unhealthy amount of terrible movies. On the plus side, at least I have something to write about.
This I know for sure. The History Of The Mystery Track series will return. I was working on several more pieces during my mom’s extended hospitalization but none are remotely ready to be revealed in this space and who knows when they’ll be completed. There will obviously be more movie reviews and possibly more poems. It would be nice to offer more essays on various subjects. It would be even nicer to finally try my hand at original fiction, something I haven’t pursued in 20 years.
It has been a catastrophic year: for you, for me, for all of us. And 2022 may not bring the reprieve and the relief we are all desperately craving right now. But we must hang in there. We must not surrender. We must not resign. We must survive. And we will.
Happy New Year, everyone.
Dennis Earl
Hamilton, Ontario, Canada
Thursday, December 30, 2021
2:45 a.m.